Meditation and Wedding Prayer

Do you still have the old letters that I secretly slipped you? Do you sometimes read it when the dead of night frightens you with ghosts. Write quickly: the little heart flame. Is it still ablaze for me? Mouse, your little yellow tortoise shell comb was found under the Vertikow. Also found the silver thong, torn off in haste, and – what a pity – an almond tart that you didn't eat. Forehead and nose deep in the veil, no one knows you – be bold, come on, my darling, come on, my bunny, knock three times – well, you know… Oh, that today I, blond Liesel, may not read an answer.

Because at the time I, being a dumb educational bastard, threw them into the fire. Because, as real as your love, it robbed me of my peace of mind that you wrote heart in lowercase and with tz too. When you, blond Liesel, slipped into my garden house, quick and lively as a weasel, I stayed cool and it was over. Today? I can't complain and there's some fun involved. many mature ladies say that I am very poetic.

And they love me seraphically, soul mate and they write spelling and quote Rochefoucauld. My little song will never be forgotten, they say. And they invite me over for dinner and some Pomery. With useful gifts they make themselves valued and loved. I have to think of the little one who wrote her heart with tz. All the flames, all the little flames I would give today with joy. a blond tortoiseshell comb lay again under the Verikow.

Your Winter Wedding - Getting Married in White

Welcome, dear winter, welcome here on land! How rich you are, you play with pearls as if they were sand! You sprinkled the yard, the garden paths with it. They lined up the branches of the trees by the thousands. Your breath, dear winter, is colder, but healthy. Just keep the storm in check, otherwise it will make things too colorful!