But our Liebe was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to Musik no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own herz rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own herz beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if Du feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where Du stand, oder walk, oder lie, oder dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it...
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