


Love story2016-10-19 The ink is the blood of the soul in syllables: The soul must speak its language to someone special, and therefore I have to stop other impressions that can jeopardize the writing process of the characters. The syllables are deep within me, and words will find their way to the line in front of me through my hand. With their sparkling magic, these emotionally charged letters would land softly against the receiving white leaf with the ink from the pen, which is the blood of the alphabet. I will drip out my soul and let the chamber of life experience, the interior of the soul, speak its wording with sensual and erotically wrapped signs.
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