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    <description>Writings from between the worlds - Schreibereien zwischen den Welten</description>
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    <title>Manchmal muss man ja &amp;uuml;ber...</title> 
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    <description>Manchmal muss man ja &amp;uuml;ber sich selbst schmunzeln, vor allem, wenn man genau weiss, wie dusselig man sich mit etwas anstellt, aber dennoch nicht aus seiner Haut kann. 
Dieses Gedicht fiel mir in solch einer Situation zu, und in meinem Kopf wurde - und wird - es von Heinz Erhard vorgetragen.</description>
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    <dc:creator>aprilke</dc:creator>
    
    <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2014 aprilke</dc:rights>
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    <title>Welcome! Willkommen!</title> 
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    <description>This is the web space of Pan, occasional writer and traveller between the worlds. 
You may wonder what this means - well, I&apos;m afraid you will have to find your own interpretation. 
So, please, step in, make yourself comfortable and join me as I post my little writings in German or English.
I am excited and happy to finally release them into the wild - for isn&apos;t it only by evoking a thought or a feeling in a reader that a verse becomes alive? 

Dies ist die kleine Welt von Pan, seines Zeichens Gelegenheitspoet...</description>
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    <dc:creator>aprilke</dc:creator>
    <dc:subject>About</dc:subject>
    <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2013 aprilke</dc:rights>
    <dc:date>2013-04-26T13:49:42Z</dc:date>
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    <title>Mein Gehirn streikt</title> 
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    <description>Ich bin verliebt, was soll ich tun,
bist &amp;uuml;berall, ich kann nicht ruh&apos;n.
Bist immer um mich, pl&amp;ouml;tzlich da,
wie soll ich denken &amp;#8211; komm nicht klar.

Ich bin verknallt, was soll ich tun?
Lauf &apos;rum wie&apos;n aufgescheuchtes Huhn.
Kann mich kein bisschen konzentrier&apos;n, 
darf nur die Nerven nicht verlier&apos;n.

Ich bin verschossen, so sieht&apos;s aus,
wie komm ich da blo&amp;szlig; wieder raus?
Du riechst so gut, will bei Dir sein,
doch&apos;s fehlt der Mut, kann eh nicht sein. 

Ich bin verliebt, sowas von...</description>
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    <dc:creator>aprilke</dc:creator>
    
    <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2013 aprilke</dc:rights>
    <dc:date>2013-08-15T14:56:55Z</dc:date>
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    <title>The Quote</title> 
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    <description>Ninety years ago,
Pablo Neruda wrote:
&quot;I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees.&quot;*

Now, I understand what he meant.
I mean - of course I knew what it meant, before.
But now, I can feel it.
From root to top.



*&quot;Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera have con los cerezos.&quot;
Veinte Poemas de Amor y una Canci&amp;oacute;n Desesperada
(1924)</description>
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    <dc:date>2014-02-07T21:45:45Z</dc:date>
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    <title>Take It Back</title> 
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    <description>Take it back
Slow it down
Stop the clocks
so I can breathe

Take it back
Easy now
Let me in
so I don&amp;#8217;t freeze

Caught in a lucid dream
Don&amp;#8217;t want to let go
These signs are not what they seem
but I don&amp;#8217;t want to know &amp;#8211; no!

Words condense
on glassy walls
I can&amp;#8217;t reach
over to you

Inkless pen
Voiceless calls
Hollow speech
and no way through

This room has a thousand doors
with brick walls behind
Trapped in fear and remorse
Please guide me, I&amp;#8217;m blind!

Take it back
Slow...</description>
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    <dc:creator>aprilke</dc:creator>
    
    <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2014 aprilke</dc:rights>
    <dc:date>2014-01-21T16:16:24Z</dc:date>
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    <title>Imperfection</title> 
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    <description>It&apos;s not your beauty that grasps my sense
Detached perfection I can handle
With distance and practised defense

But stubbornly, against all laws
I breathe in all your little flaws
Because to me they bring you close

Hiding in laxity I keep my face
Against the tides silent I stay -
And yet: your smile&apos;s my trophy for the day.</description>
    <dc:publisher>Blogger.de</dc:publisher>
    <dc:creator>aprilke</dc:creator>
    
    <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2013 aprilke</dc:rights>
    <dc:date>2013-08-15T14:59:11Z</dc:date>
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    <title>121&amp;deg; East</title> 
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    <description>Sometimes you need to go, travel afar,
and leave all your everyday patterns behind
to get a new glimpse on the person you are
and you&apos;ll be surprised by the marvels you&apos;ll find.

Sometimes you have to escape home-grown spells,
becoming a stranger among strangers&apos; streets,
to hear your heart echoing in someone else
and find the sound silence your unnoticed needs.

&apos;Cause sometimes a view from this far spot in space
can change your perspective and clear up the maze,
can make wonders happen in magical...</description>
    <dc:publisher>Blogger.de</dc:publisher>
    <dc:creator>aprilke</dc:creator>
    
    <dc:rights>Copyright &#169; 2013 aprilke</dc:rights>
    <dc:date>2013-07-23T01:45:58Z</dc:date>
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