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You’re utterly alone. You’re Adam’s first sin, and the many following reincarnation of this sin. I remember the puberty event of our neighbor’s daughter. There has been all these cries mixed with laughter. “You’re a big girl now, my dear”, everyone tells her, right before […]

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The raising allegory

All people are the same but some are samer. same, samer, the samest. pale, paler, the palest. white, whiter, the whitest. Black, blacker, the blackest. Steps of racism. A bit racist is the same as a bit pregnant. Literally impossible. Racist, Nazi, Hitler would be […]

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A cold hand and a warm heart

Stinging and cold, and surrounded by imaginations It is like the spring where my hand fell As I washed it from his voice and from his breath and like a truth that widens the more we dig It becomes a forest, then a sea, then […]

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“Literally Peace would like to show that Syria is full of people with real lives, not just supposed war victims. People with hopes, dreams and perspective.”  – Manne Lucha, Minister of Social Affairs and Integration Baden-Württemberg Our Project Literally Peace is a collective of young […]

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“Literally Peace would like to show that Syria is full of people with real lives, not just supposed war victims. People with hopes, dreams and perspective.”  – Manne Lucha, Minister of Social Affairs and Integration Baden-Württemberg Our Project Literally Peace is a collective of young […]

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Who am I to help you?

I am not very strong Or extraordinary smart Have more quirks than I would like I have a name that many have A face in which many find themselves Who am I to help you? Often I can’t even help myself Let alone understand. I […]

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Mumbling

I am not one of those who write. I do not know how or what to write. My hands did not learn how to hold the pen correctly until now. Also, I do not speak well. I write in a dim light. I can hardly […]

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Diaspora Dialogue

Never before I saw someone like him. His distinctive face seemed sculptured, at least as long as he didn’t smile. His smile, that could break the hardest concrete, that broadly and shingly could spread through time and space and bewitch my senses. He lived, worked […]

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Westliches Mädchen

Willkommen Reinheit! Willkommen ängstlicher Geruch! Ich versuche, deine Schönheit zu beschreiben Mit bordeauxroten Buchstaben. Ich versuche die Engel anzuziehen Mit deiner Schönheit Ich versuche, die Meeresfische zu sammeln, Um in deinem Namen zu schwimmen Morgens und nachts Beim heiligen Gebet Hast du rosige Wangen Du […]

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