Night falls, the sales girls in the stores become impatient, and there is this one entrance in a sidestreet, with a guy on a bar chair in front of it. It’s my favorite place, among the three or four I…

• 07:31 AM March 19, 2004 Posted by Henning von Vogelsang
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I hate doing the dishes. Believe me — while there are many things I don’t like, doing the dishes is on the very top of my list. It comes right after ironing shirts and vacuum cleaning. It is one of…

• 08:51 AM March 09, 2004 Posted by Henning von Vogelsang
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Water left earth, and leaves are falling at ground to all the crawling things, It’s evident, the night is calling, spreading out its covering wings Look up the sky, where clouds appear making way to a memory of light No…

• 05:55 AM February 21, 2004 Posted by Henning von Vogelsang
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When will I sit down and write a book? When will the stories, tumbling in my head like clothes in a dryer, come out and find their place in the hearts of their readers? When will I make prints of…

• 12:29 PM February 09, 2004 Posted by Henning von Vogelsang
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