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head held high, with a smile on her lips, she entered the room.
walked slowly and gracefully above them, slowly one foot putting next to the other.
Her long, curly hair that reaches to her shoulders, caressed her Madonna-like face, wave the same.
Her eyelids quivered slightly, they smelled a faint odor of musk, but only partially, only very slightly.
your chin slightly raised, the deep red lips pursed, her eyes innocent, yet knowing. Knowing and naive at the same time.
She seemed calm and relaxed. Only the close observers of the quiet waves of her breasts could see that this calmness was only playing.
She was excited, almost aroused if the wonderful minutes, which now lay before her.
Purposeful and determined, she went to the couch in the corner of the room, her step springy and light, like a gazelle. A slight sigh escaped her alabaster breast, as she gracefully sat down on the brocade sofa. Your delicate hand passed a lock of hair from his forehead.
She relaxed, crossed her long, slender legs, leaned back and closed his eyes.
feel you could, as he approached her.
She was one of those women who have the ability to guess things are not, had lost.
in just the moment when she slowly opened her velvety eyes, he sat down before her. He, the stranger. Their eyes met each other. But only briefly.
Madame seemed to tell his brown eyes, nothing more. She sighed inaudibly. What a man, an Adonis, tall, with distinctive facial features, dark, mysterious. His hands formed wonderful. Already they compassed their soft delicate Chains.
She closed her eyes and sighed. A moment later she felt the pressure was fixed. Then again, softer, and then it was all gone.
She was frightened.
How gladly would they now open their eyes, out of curiosity, what he might do next. She changed her mind, wanted to enjoy the moment, enjoy.
Then he was there. She had known it. It felt. Firm, decisive. Suddenly - a slight pain shot through her. That could not be, no, that must not be. Startled she looked up.
He felt their pain and responded. He let go of her.
No, she thought, no, it should not end so, so not yet. She gasped, trembled, her heart trembled. On her neck, she felt the coolness of thousands of small beads of sweat that had formed.
But now he was back. With her.
Yes, yes, that is wonderful. What joy, what bliss.
She looked at him, joyful, ecstatic. She was in ecstasy. He smiled.
As he rose, he sighed.
Content, Madame? his sonorous voice was full of expectation.

Yes, the fit she said. size 38 always fits.
This goat leather, wonderful.
And since the flip-flops on the shelf, the red, I'll take it.
And give me a care products.

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I sit in the station restaurant. My train leaves in thirty minutes.

I order a coffee and look around. Only a few tables are occupied.
Next to me is a fat woman.
Unbelievable.
I rub my eyes.
A huge breasts is truth in it. A monster breasts.
This is the biggest breasts I have ever seen in my life.
I Never fixed on female breasts, but now I can not help it. Because it also takes just this particular shirt. Particularly in the case is an exceedingly polite informal term.
The T-shirt is Je suis le King of Pop.
Okay, I tell myself it is a Michael Jackson fan and I forgive her this, you probably can not French.
The new King of Pop is sitting next to a very overweight woman whose hair is cut very short. The two talk nothing but shoveling chocolate cake with whipped cream to himself.

At another table sits a little boy with thick, red cheeks, upper arms and a fat blonde.
His father, the very image of his son's stuffed, it Bundt cake into his mouth. When I look up

, another overweight woman comes into the restaurant. She is sweaty and totally out of Breath.
What on earth is going on today? Why is everyone so fat? Must be
globalization.
The woman is obviously American. I recognize their special sneakers, the likes of us would just take the high mountains to climb. She wears a plaid shirt, rolled up the sleeves and a short, beige pants with huge pockets. Protrudes from a pocket a half-full bottle of Coke. And she has
-suspenders! The first braces wearer, I see!
braces, I only know of nice old grandpa with Schnürlsamthosen to chop wood and constantly aufschlichten. My father also has braces - for its leather.
Incredibly, this sight. Red braces, which are covered on each side of her breasts.
While she walks past me, she looks at me disapprovingly.
What? May I not look at you? May I not sit here and drink my coffee? No, because of you I do not look so horrified. I look always so.

A twenty year old coming out of the toilet.
on her pink T-shirt reads: I am pretty . The whole T-shirt full of pretty, pretty, pretty . In all colors and fonts.
The problem - it is not pretty. It has twenty pounds too much. The T-shirt is too tight and too short, the belly swells out of his pants. Hips to be unloaded, blond hair to black, specking too coarse to face and skin. I'm short
distracted and think.
What message would be on my T-shirt? I have no idea.

I look at my clock. Time to go. I pay and leave the restaurant.
On leaving, I saw him.
the appropriate sentence. For
's T-shirt. I apologize for staring at you.

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Pater noster
Papa? Qui
it in Caelis
I love the sun, the moon and the stars
Sanctificetur nomen tuum
I am amazed by your secrets
Adveniat regnum tuum
I sense something new Fiat voluntas tua

I'm concerned, it can finally come in
Sicut coelo et in terra
I dream of heaven on earth
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie
of unfulfilled promises
Et dimitte nobis debita nostra
galactic From this Sicut et nos distant moment
dimittimus debitoribus nostris
If we, despite our guilt
Et ne nos in tentation inducas
In the eyes
Sed libera nos a malo
And feel love

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words do not come easy


throwing Why do the words so easily in front of you, without regard to its meaning?
stir Why are wild and reckless in them around as if you had a bucket of paint before you? Why are you firing the
from one word to the other and it beschmierst with call sign?
words - bold, bright, brash.
words like gunshots. No depth, only crumbs of nothingness. No melody, just squeaking intrusiveness.
words like snippets, thrown up and covered with pronouns and adjectives.
Let the fuss about style, spelling and literary claim.
words need a place where they can find each other. Only way to create stories.
go to this place and discover the words.
Look at it, let them use it honestly and sound - to and with feeling. Thank you.

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the Italian breakfast


No, this is an exception. Honest. San's still a bissl loose. Only once.
I smile at them.
you screws up his mouth.
Okay, a frustrated, the eternally long-married or divorced and tired of everything and everyone. Above all the life. What can I adjust it? With women in the climate, it is difficult.

We have increased especially in Salzburg on the train and want to Linz. We - my longtime friends Tina, Gerda, Marie and me - to celebrate the birth of Tina. Three days of Linz. Gerda has posted.

I've made the program. Sophisticated. Well considered. Much Culture, lots of fresh air.
There was then a little different. Shopping and much much air. So fresh is not in the road outside the Kaffeehäustern. But we were also in the evening air, the fresher the beer gardens and at the cocktail tables of the bars.

was actually planned an Italian breakfast in the train compartment, now it had become an Italian lunch because I had missed the train.

Amadea, you know eh, the train comes in Bhofen ten to ten, we will beckon you, and you step into our compartment. Do you notice you have the time or should I up the day before, call again? Gerda asked me on the phone after they had booked.
I'm not dopey, I said, I remember this clearly

And so I was half an hour earlier been in Bhofen was then drink coffee and strolled a Vierteslstunde before departure of the train comfortably to the station.
But my clock had stopped. Exactly at five to ten. And on the station clock, it was twelve ten. Why am I always
happen in the most unlikely moments, the most impossible things? Why do my clocks always be at the most inopportune moment?
So I took the train an hour later while the others waited in Salzburg on me.

We sit in the dining car. We did not sit there, we wanted sitting normally in a compartment. But nothing was free.
I'm with an Italian picnic. All I have to, anything you can imagine. Prosecco, ciabatta, olives, Parma ham, Parmesan, tomatoes, biscotti.
paper plates and cups, utensils and napkins I've already neatly placed and just as I am about to unwrap the ham, I hear a loud will not do! If everyone would do that!
The restaurant boss is outraged. The eyes behind her glasses gleaming wickedly, she wipes the sweat from his face, runs his hand through hair's dark red, resembling a bird's nest.

I wonder again and again, why so many women in climate change to dye her hair dark?

I'm focused again.
We are not to everyone, my wife, now a special day, we have also never done that is unique.

The four men from Vorarlberg, who sit behind us and already well on it are toast, to us.
May we also nibble?
Sure, I say. Prost.

When I checked, I'm due. I can not allow, she screams.
Calm down, please. We also order that, right? Extended four, please.
No, not do, you grant that away immediately.
I bite the ciabatta and put me a piece of Parmesan into the mouth.
you provide for us a place in a car and we're gone, I say with your mouth full.
I can not, I'm not a conductor.
I give you ten euros for the inconvenience. Please! I smile at.
I am not corrupt. Get rid of the stuff.
All guests in the dining car are on my side, I can feel it. They all laugh and have a good mood. Soon I will have was persuaded.

Since I stuppst to Gerda: Amadea spatial away that, please.
Tina Marie and nod. traitors I think Spielverderberinnen I say and grab everything.

I'm not used to give that I need. Not if I have an idea and especially not if the idea is so beautiful.
It is one of the will, Amadea, says Tina. And all nod.
I give myself beaten. So we
picnic after getting on a green strip in Linz. And the homeless man who sits next to us, get a cup of Prosecco.
Happy birthday, Tina!

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sorry sons


Sets, of which I never believed that I would ever say. But do it all said and probably more. Out of pure desperation.
Sorry, sons - I love you.

No, you put the Flascherl the cat is not back in, get out your little brother can not drink anymore.

Stop crying, you've bitten the cat first.

Stop it on to beat the cat.

final now. We do not eat noodles from the compost bucket.

The worm does not eat you now.

This is not for little boys belonging to the mother. Stop it, add the stick anywhere. Yes, it looks out of a walrus but you must not in the nose stuck, right?

The meat was our dinner and the cat has not heard. Yes, pasta is always good too.

Yes, Schatzi. Ice is good. Ketchup is good. Off together, the Ghastly.

No - you do not eat the cat food, right?

No, you stay sitting on the potty. Do not attack, stick your finger in your mouth so I quickly get the washcloth.

Why have I taught you how to walk?

Yes, you must be a firefighter. But now give me the lighter.

Look, you're a boy. You're not a little girl. No, do not you go as a princess. No, we do not attract Rockerl.

I have now the Christ Child taken and if you still do not eat the vegetables, then I tell him that and you get nothing for Christmas.

No, not today we paint the closet.

Look, you can not throw the coffee pot on the floor. It is made from porcelain. See, now it's broken.

sweetheart, why do you have the bucket on his head? Argh, now he is stuck .... Yes, I'm in the hospital because our son has put the bucket on his head. YES, I HAVE TRIED IT WITH SOAP! Can you come now?

No, we do not drink from the toilet.

No, you paint your brother now not with the Edding.

Yes, you were always good. But if I tell you to be quiet, you may distribute already talking about when someone asks you and do not need to say, Mama said I must not talk. Gell, sweetheart?

final now. We pull the cat's tail through the apartment.

No, the remote control does not belong in the Klomuschel!

The next time you want to bake cakes, take a bowl, right? See is now all white kitchen.

No, in the bathtub is neither ketchup nor flour nor sun oil. Only water.

If you do that again, I blocked up two hours in the pantry. Stop crying, Schatzi. Just kidding. Mama loves you anyway.

Now there's an equal neatly behind it.

If you do not stop immediately with that, I'll tell papa.

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What is wrong with men? With my husband? she swears.
I sit in the cafe. With Alex, who married and has three children.

I need a coffee, she scolds counter top, which runs all scared to bring her to the melange, which they always drink. She lights a cigarette, takes a deep train.
I say nothing. I know that I can now say anything.

why he believes that it turn her on me when he wants to have at five to six on Monday morning sex? I know men are proud of their best pieces. They want to show it, they want people to admire it. But five minutes before ringing the alarm clock I am not interested in sex!

I nod. your coffee, I point and say on the table.

Oh, she says and takes a sip.
If he wants to show me he wants me to buy, he gave me flowers or run me out to dinner. That's not all.
He understood nothing.
middle of the housework, he finds it funny to grope my breasts and me to tweak in my ass. And he finds incredibly great! This is not great, the really annoying! I have to do and must see to it that I'm keeping my schedule.
If I do not do the laundry, who will? And he was the first who complains when his favorite shirt is not ironed.

Alex damps out the cigarette, sips her coffee and rails already on her way.
If I go to the bathroom, because I got to the toilet, he goes after me. him his mother has not taught that you do not share body functions as a woman want? If I sit on the toilet, I will hear not think he finds me sexy. I'm not sexy when I'm sitting on the shell.

Well, Alex, I want to say you must not do that ....
And that farting, she scolds, this constant farting. His friends like it so found great if he can fart for five minutes without interruption. I think that's not great. No, and I think it's not great to go with the match in the toilet.

Look, Alex, your coffee ... Too late.

My God, now I am also in the slips up yet, she swears, takes the napkin and tried to wipe the coffee stains on the blouse.
Do you know what he said to me yesterday? You've changed, since we are married. Our sex life is not as exciting as the beginning. You are constantly tired. I could say nothing. I was beside myself. I've said this to him several times, but he understood nothing. We used to have sex in the woods, we had sex in the car ... We had sex everywhere. You understand no fun anymore, you have no humor.
Imagine Amadea, he talks to me! I married him, right? Demonstrates that not of my sense of humor? What does he want? I do do and all day, I'm responsible for order in the house's for cooking, for the children. I make sure that they make the homework that everything is clean. I'm not a teenager anymore, and I will not several times a day, somewhere to have sex. Also, what should I exert myself? I have him on the hook, he married me, we have kids, a house. I no longer need to seek him. He can not survive without me.

figures waiter calls them.
Amadea, I have to. I have two hours yet. Then I have to get the children from the mother. You know, I have a date. A blind date. How exciting. A picture of a man, handsome, witty.

Where did you meet him?
Well, on the Internet. A handsome man, half Italian.

I'm speechless.

Yes, you know, I need sometimes bissl a break from the boring married life. I gave him feel that I will have to persuade me. For fifteen years do not have sex with another man! I'm sure we do's in the car! How exciting ...

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