A lyrical foray through 4 decades. In my old age, writing poetry is as necessary as breathing - my poetry is condensed language art, emotions brought to the point and also, compressed reflection. I have organized the poems into 4 chapters: • "I whistle a cornflower song in everyday life" • "Going out into the green-green usury" (seasonal poetry) • "I spread the anger of my grief" (about political and human in our - in my - time) • "Old-fashioned high spirits" The pictorial language, encrypted motifs, called metaphors, take the listener into their own decoding world of thought.
"Solostimme auf gebrauchtem Papier"
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