It appears to be a moment ago, that I had to water the garden and iron the light summer clothes. And suddenly an unfamiliar yellow comes in the color of the trees, the sky turns dark, and I am thinking of long nights, storms, red wine, and whether I have enough firewood for the long, dark time. Daily Painting about changing seasons

Stormy times, ink, washed, 16 x 12 cm

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  1. Über den Wolken der Groove
    Bässe donnern über swingende
    Wolken lasst uns banken
    ich reite
    bäume
    und Spitzen
    sag nicht pusten
    wenn ich stürme zu
    dem Beat aus Gedankenbrei
    ich komme und komme
    wer weiß schon wohin

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