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Katia N
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A fragment from the poem ‘An jemand ganz Anderen’ translated as ‘To someone entirely different’ is in the first comment as it does not fit.
— Jan 24, 2026 02:42PM
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Katia N
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Enigma
for Hans Werner Henze from the time of the Ariosi
Nothing more will come.
Spring will never return.
Thousand-year calendars predict it for everyone.
But also summer, and everything else that has such fine names as "summery"—
nothing more will come.
"You shouldn't cry,"
says a piece of music.
Otherwise,
no one
says
anything.
— Jan 23, 2026 02:04PM
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for Hans Werner Henze from the time of the Ariosi
Nothing more will come.
Spring will never return.
Thousand-year calendars predict it for everyone.
But also summer, and everything else that has such fine names as "summery"—
nothing more will come.
"You shouldn't cry,"
says a piece of music.
Otherwise,
no one
says
anything.
Katia N
is on page 589 of 688
Enigma
So early in the evening and so late in the morning,
the room is always dark,
snow, fog replaced the reason,
how many winters already?
— Jan 20, 2026 03:46PM
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So early in the evening and so late in the morning,
the room is always dark,
snow, fog replaced the reason,
how many winters already?
Katia N
is on page 549 of 688
In the crack in the wall I saw in a moment of panic a black beetle who was playing dead.
Ta like to speak to him,
to show him a way out of this lovely house, to show him an exit, or stomp on him right away.
I learned something from him, I myself
am also playing dead, having fallen into the crack of Berlin, disappearing from the face of the planet,
(Cont in the first comment)
— Jan 13, 2026 03:08PM
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Ta like to speak to him,
to show him a way out of this lovely house, to show him an exit, or stomp on him right away.
I learned something from him, I myself
am also playing dead, having fallen into the crack of Berlin, disappearing from the face of the planet,
(Cont in the first comment)













