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Pascale Huber Peier aka MissReformiert

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CEO Reformierte Medien, ref.ch, brefmagazin.ch Liebt spazieren durch Tribeca NYC, KaffeeGespräche, weiche Schals, Kunstmuseen und Züri West (die Band und das Quartier).

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Picture of a flying owl

Picture of a flying owl

Actual photo of the Holy Spirit in stealth mode flying in your direction. Hold on, friend. She’s on her way.

05.12.2024 00:08 — 👍 111    🔁 7    💬 3    📌 0

Ein wärmendes Lagerfeuer für die Seelen.
Das wärs jetzt.

21.10.2023 06:49 — 👍 70    🔁 6    💬 5    📌 1

Druf bin i ziemli fertig vor dr Himmelstüre gschtange
När chunnt dr Petrus drhär u fragt mi wär i sig
Un i ha's gseit
När seit är
Piinlech, dass i di nid kennt ha
U faat afa "Alperose" singe

(Sensibel, 2010)

Tschou zäme, mir si jitz o hie. #ZWBlueSky

18.10.2023 17:19 — 👍 18    🔁 3    💬 0    📌 0

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19.10.2023 09:56 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Ausländer - Deutsche Lyrik

Rose Ausländer (1901-1988)
Am Ende der Zeit

Wenn der Krieg beendet ist
am Ende der Zeit

gehn wir wieder spazieren
in der Muschelallee
einverstanden
mit Mensch und Mensch

Es wird schön sein
wenn es sein wird

am Ende der Zeit

Quelle: www.deutschelyrik.de/auslaender.h...

07.10.2023 14:59 — 👍 53    🔁 10    💬 0    📌 2
An excerpt from the stated poem:

4.
The light has changed;
middle C is tuned darker now.
And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed. 
This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring.
The light of autumn: you will not be spared.
The songs have changed; the unspeakable
has entered them.
This is the light of autumn, not the light that says
I am reborn.
Not the spring dawn: I strained, I suffered, I was delivered.
This is the present, an allegory of waste.
So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate:
the ideal burns in you like a fever.
Or not like a fever, like a second heart.

An excerpt from the stated poem: 4. The light has changed; middle C is tuned darker now. And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed. This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring. The light of autumn: you will not be spared. The songs have changed; the unspeakable has entered them. This is the light of autumn, not the light that says I am reborn. Not the spring dawn: I strained, I suffered, I was delivered. This is the present, an allegory of waste. So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate: the ideal burns in you like a fever. Or not like a fever, like a second heart.

From “October”
Louise Glück (1943-2023)

14.10.2023 07:09 — 👍 14    🔁 3    💬 0    📌 0
A fluffy creature, sleeping in a cup of milky tea

A fluffy creature, sleeping in a cup of milky tea

today's agenda

14.10.2023 10:47 — 👍 248    🔁 26    💬 3    📌 2
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Kein Trost. Nirgends. Man fühlt sich hoffnungslos wie lange nicht

14.10.2023 12:24 — 👍 290    🔁 42    💬 11    📌 6

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