Paper Pagan. Life is a Story - story.one

Let's let poetry speak for me: "My chest was hollow, but you made the wind for me to howl and sing...My Tristan,let's speak in tongues togetherin ways they do not understand"I would love to say that this book has nothing to do with a man and love, but it does. Sorry feminists.This is a book of love and hate and everything in-between. Contains German and English poetry. For better or worse. And him. So... worse :-)"I was born a singer and I needed a song to sing. I found one and ever since then, I cannot forget it, since I met it."

Autorentext

Sheila... is she and I and singing. is a pun on a famous German poet who was way too tall for her to reach him. is the name of a wild Irish goddess who could not be forced to leave by neither the waves of the tide nor the waves of humans crashing against its coasts. is an anonymuse and will always - in the fleeting way this word is often used - try to remain her. If you know me, forget me; somebody knows me, but nobody knows Sheila. For she and him and you and I. For the poet, the song and the goddess.

Klappentext

Let's let poetry speak for me: "My chest was hollow, but you made the wind for me to howl and sing... My Tristan, let's speak in tongues together in ways they do not understand" I would love to say that this book has nothing to do with a man and love, but it does. Sorry feminists. This is a book of love and hate and everything in-between. Contains German and English poetry. For better or worse. And him. So... worse :-) "I was born a singer and I needed a song to sing. I found one and ever since then, I cannot forget it, since I met it."