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Sie hatte es erlebt, dass Menschen zu Gefangenen dieser Festungen, ihrer Einsamkeit, wurden und sie bis an ihr Lebensende nicht mehr verließen, und sie hoffte, Tin Win würde lernen, was sie mit den Jahren gelernt hatte: dass es Wunden gibt, die die Zeit nicht heilt, die sie aber schrumpft auf eine Größe, mit der es sich leben lässt.

Jan-Philipp Sendker, Das Herzenhören

She had seen people become prisoners of these fortresses, their loneliness, and never leave them until the end of their lives, and she hoped Tin Win would learn what she had learned over the years: that there are wounds that time doesn't heal, but it makes them shrink to a size one can live with.

Jan-Philipp Sendker, The Art of Hearing Heartbeats

colours

which colour is the wind

brushing the hair of the pine trees

which cling to an abyss above the sea

sighing from longing to rest in the roots

which colour is the sea

the ever-changing but constant

dance of waves reflecting the vast

filling ear and heart with eternity

which colour is your soul

wearing sunsets in infinite skies

over the ocean's deepness

kissed by the calm of a tender rain

and the fragrance of roses.

(for D.)