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In the deep sky the sun burns. Still, heat is life. To speak is to be warm, to be alive. Yet to do one's best to make something clear where nothing was is not enough for mother Earth, you can see her side of the story.
We talk beside the lake. The heart pumps but also cuts itself into pieces out of fear or love. And still there is brightness. Where does light in the red end of the spectrum go when it streams out through the veins into the blue darkness above the emotionally profuse foliage?
We talk beside the lake. The heart pumps but also cuts itself into pieces out of fear or love. And still there is brightness. Where does light in the red end of the spectrum go when it streams out through the veins into the blue darkness above the emotionally profuse foliage?
Paintings by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner (1880-1938)
Tinzerhorn, 1919/20 (Kirchner Museum Davos)
Bohemian Lake, 1911
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