Life is like a dirty window.
If you look in it, you can either see your reflection between dried leaves, dew, old fingerprints and a little dust, in the warm room gazing outside to the stars,
or you can see the whole world outside full of wonders which only wait to be discovered in the dark, dark midnight.
And it asks you which decision you may take, over and over again, without noticing that I will never going to decide.
So I watch and wait, as long as someone will tell me the answer.
All this just because of a look, out of the dirty window.
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Die Poesie des Regens
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