hope you all ...

[lorentzen-nicklaus]

                                 e t e r n i t i e s, over you
                                 died away,
                                 a letter touches
                                 your still un-
                                 injured finger,
                                 the gleaming forehead
                                 clambers hither
                                 and embeds itself in
                                 smells, sounds. 

                                  (paul celan)




this morning the sunshine outside appears to be kind of obscene; my daughter  
keeps asking: but why did those evil people do this?; very probably i'll cancel 
the cali journey i just booked; my sincere feelings are with the victims and the 
surviving dependants; it's the day after ...

                                               god bless you all! kai frederik