gods, wonders and the unshaped thoughts
magic. thank you so much for the postcard. wonderful
to read your words. its
much more personally than these electronic letters.
unbelieveable. right
that day i wrote you a letter, during my trainride to
a friend. back home, your
postcard was laughing in my mailbox.
...dear unity
i`m sorry. i wanted to write you much earlier. write a
letter, colourful and
a world of its own. where you can dive in and swim in
sparkling words,
holding your breath on bubbling sentences and fly away
through the bright meanings
between the lines.
not my thoughts, time was problem. still, weeks are
passing by like these
cloudy skies in speed-motion-movie-clips. i`m dreaming
about the big steps
aside, where the air is quiet and fresh and healthy.
where i find time for
nothing, everything and myself. mexico`s coming near.
i can save a lot of money,
every week here means more than two in central
america. and i`m dreaming being
unity. it`s a wonderful thing to think about you. it
fullfills my heart and
sometimes my dreams.
its a long time ago, since we met us on the small dock
in san pedro beach.
you, the beautiful woman in a red ( ?) bikini. with a
handful of very nice
poeple around you. i did follow you some steps to the
canadian breakfast and
colibti-wathing.
lot of poeple i met, i lost their names. which is the
quality in a moment to
find yourself connencted with somoene else for life?
winter closes soon the huge door behind. first flowers
watching over grey
grassfields. the sun begins to tell stories about
summer. the hard man is
wearing a short jeans jacket and a tight shirt. the
voluptuous, soft woman as
well. life starts to feel spring.
last week, i met ana from denmark. i saw her a year
ago in mazunte. we spent
an enormous funny and unforgettable week together. ana
denmark, ana
switzerland and naja denmark, anders from sweden, ryan
from u.s. and me. i could
tell bibles.
ana came for a couple of weeks for work here, in the
eastern part of
switzerland as a short dressed bar girl. she did it
because of the money, just to
fly away after it. i think, she`s in utila now. or
havanna. it was great to see
her again. kind of special too. because a part of a
complete different past
visits me in the real present.
we talked for hours and remembered details and told us
stories, little
secrets and talked about the same again. i felt like
having a great gift.
everything happened is not history, is not unreachable
thought. its reality that
waits to be catched, maybe somewhere else. yes, at
least its a decision about how
you want to spend your life. (thank god we can decide)
god? i`m very unsure about this. i want to talk about
it with you. about
spirit, mystery, laws of nature. i do not believe in
god. nevertheless, i do
believe. i believe in a kind of power, an energy that
changes face and roots
and...
thinking..
even in german its very difficult to shape in words.
like last time i wrote you, i`m in train. again, like
last time i visit
andy, my best friend. he`s going quite well, his heart
doesn`t hurt anymore. i
told you, his girlfriend left him.
last week, he spent a "wonderful" night with a girl
from the same
university. "she has a bigbig smile and incredible
true eyes", he told me. they arn`t a
couple together. but they have big plans yet.
they want to go to rome together for some days. rome`s
so fantastic and
unforgettable. rome`s perfect to start a romance.
maybe thats because its called
romance?
i`m happy for him.
how do you feel? clearer about going home? if i close
my eyes i cannot
imaging where and how do you work as a teacher. buenos
dias senhorita whittaker,
como estas? quieres tomer un tè conmigo? is that
right?
its great how do you let yourself drive further and
seems you always decide
right, listening to your heart and your beatiful mind.
if i would accompany
you a bit, i would find a part of myself which i
cannot find here. it would be
right spac to close eyes.
breath.
kiss unity
manuel
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