once upon a time there was a young wizard who repeatedly returned to berlin, hoping to find a certain witch. he had never seen her before, never heard of her...he just had this one bleary memory of three angel-like figures, which accompanied him on his way through the night, watching out for the twinkling sense of the one witch he was so longingly waiting for....
over the years his beard became longer and his eyes brighter...had he now frequently coincided with the witch - even though it was always just a glimpse of a touch, he had seen and felt her on the dancefloor, between the rythms, touching the light of the morning...
the three angels never left his side. until he found her....
then he could eventually burry his head in love.
Thu, December 8, 2005 - 6:21 AM —
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