Der Klang der Trommeln geistern durch meine
winterlichen Nächte schon
lockt die Sonne hinter Nebelschwaden
der Geruch der afrikanischen Erde
zieht durch meine Träume
das sanfte Rauschen der Palmblätter
trägt mich in magische Höhen
Gedankensplitter, Impressionen die in Afrika gesammelt, fremde Welten, Bilder in Textform,
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hello looking forward up mentioned blog - you can translate with google - so it is easy to read and do not write twice - thank you for fol...
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remember the fine lavender my mother used,my father with the tabac in his pipe smoking, when he left his room to visit our garden.or ...
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Today after this 4 week trip in camerun, after having breakfast we were sitting, not talking much, everybody was thinking of the m...