http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sascha The original writings of author sasha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011718 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When you someday leave meI will draw a flowerCut it then outWrite a message for youOn its petalsPut the flower on the waterof Isar flowing to the seait will be rustling thenYou will hear from me darlin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1336570/ That night I was sleeping in the valley of loveBetween two high mountains your shouldersYour skin smelled of a summer home and My cheek was lying on the carpet of flowersI was kissing them all the night Then you woke up taking my hand You sounded just like an angel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1336567/ SHAMEshame!  fie for shame!awful  crying  dirty shame hang your head in shameyour cheeks burned with shameto your shame, you never did help themit's a shame to waste so much timeit's a shame wasting so much timeyou were filled with a deep shame at the actions taken by your girlfriendd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1313074/ Desirea desire for knowledge  you never achieved the status you so desiredanimal desire  sexual desire  sincere desire  ardent  blind burning earnest fervent intense keen overwhelming passionate strong desire  arouse create  whet  desire  feel a desire &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1313073/ In the sky trees branches everywhere Sorrow is flooded move aside pleasewalls of silence  it's time to dabbleinto painting and invent new memoriesand keep words in proper moodhis hands adorablehis lips tendernesshis hair soft as vairhis heart pure goldheartbeats like hammerand the likeand the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1293885/  never thought it would be hard this pain of parting even the music we listened to the songs we sangfading slowly away from the memory still struggling under that heavy burdennothing can save us from that lovethe old love myths don't wither awaywhere oh where are you Odysseuscall call for me&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1293377/ Yesterday floating in eternal nightbroken dreams faded laurel wreathsof words of love and promises of happinessblacken like Crosses on universal life churchyardunsung songs sleeping on granite gravestonesthere everything turns to dustjust his clear blue eyes still full of indifferenceshining like gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1292235/ now you know all my secretshow you and me thought about itand drank big glasses of Cabernetin your home near Londoneverytime I repeated after youzum Wohl or na zdoroviehow we sat on your sofa together and I looked into your eyes you folded me in your armsI heard your soft voiceyour hips were so clos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1271372/ I am here sitting all aloneasleep waking at uncertain hoursunsure what is going onbe by way of doing something for meor just be there at that grey dayon the verge of late November do you feel how long the time floatsseized with a great insecurity with a wistful look on our facespeople will never kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1271367/ she costs only two bottles of Italian wine Cabernet & Merlotshe costs exactly two bottles of Italian wine Cabernet & Merlot because he gave her those bottles of Italian wine at the second date and never more called her again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1271364/  Dark corner The room was kept darkIt was too dark to readIt gets dark here early in the winter It was dark outside and she couldn't see him much "It's only four o'clock and it's nearly dark already What time does it get dark in the summer?" dark dress dark green.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1264427/  the wind groans the wind moansfeeling uneasy with the dawnthe trees swaying the tree-tops bendingafter summer days having a hang-overand shedding their yellow leavesthe low clouds thickeningtheir body weakend flabbyand the load of all autumn rainsdusting with unbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1264306/ so pleasantly soft your kiss it melts in my mouth like wineand the sweet voice of yoursand a delicate touch of your armssuch particular circumstanceslike a special day’s the one timeto live out a secret of love nightand melodious songbirds at dawnwrap it up let .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1253856/ knock at the window at nightI’ll put you darlin’ to bed with methe moon will shed its silent lightthe stars put our dreams to musicand when the scarlet shafts of sunriseilluminate the mystery of lovedon’t wake me up don’t open your eyesjust put your arms around .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1252482/  Remember, as soon as the capsulescontaining the seeds of love are dried and the sand undulated like waves, ridged by the wind, you will hear the songof the lonely desert and my desperation to save you a place side by side in a boatfloating in complete quietness on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1249822/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1248146/ Listening over and over againto music, songs of Palestrinaall those efforts are in vainto the past not to be chainedlike being doomed to be a sinner alone to changes try to take alone warm up my frozen dinner and to repeat the same mistakes alone go to bed, alone a play to makeprep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1241764/ Don't leave stay here don’t go please don’t goLet me enjoy the wind playing a melody of your songsOne more time but let me really hear the music in itLet me enjoy a wine of joy  I can havea nice little drinkI just wanted you to enjoy theparty of our lives.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1241761/ Memorable EveningGray rain beats and patters against the windowsgray water rains down from the roofs all daythe night turns into morning, grey and cold,gray faces of the people in the crowd, streets, all clothed in gray with nocheer or brightness…continuous white.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1240787/ Wet aspen leaves are stuck togetherIn the grass, in soggy ground coverBeneath the trees, rain stops, dull weather,Evening silence of the streets discoverThat time everyone looked solemnWet road surface solemn, solemn voiceOf stream of time and thought of autumnThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1240207/ The Dream Of A Stick ManOnce upon a time there was a room where a stick man lived There was a door, a chair, a hat he made himself. At midnight  He loved to step out of the doorway jumping in the ocean of darkness,  Walking through another life, flying on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1237027/ Take off yourgloves and hat Take off yourcoat and shirtTake off yourshoes and socksIt’s time to goto bedA lonely nightahead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1231113/ In the dark glow embersthe fragrance of Septemberthe glowing of neon lightsand to walk batman invitesin the trees the sad wind howls scare glowing eyes of owls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1230608/ The midday sunslides along the curtainsturns slowlytheir yellow to pale blood-redwatching wantto vanish into this soft lightwith all mythoughts, dreams, wishes andhis phrasesabout love clung in my memory merge with thebillow clouds to swim highaway acrossthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1227730/ Special Party You will be my special guest, darlin’In my special home. Have you gotA special suit for special occasions?I’m cooking something special for you,You do expect special treatment andI will be able to offer you love and security.You will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1224172/ Prayer my prayer is that everyone in theworld can know this kind of love and behealed by itrepeat every word I say exactly as Isay itwords have set meanings for a reasoneven though your spirit has broken andthemournful music of the strings revivesol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1223610/ 1.Old children’s chair Stands alone at waste containers Seat worn-out2. Clouds in the sky Floating over the roofs Play of light conjures 3. Go all misty-eyed Whenever I fall head-long Into the past  4. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1214757/ grey sullen sky a coldSaturday morningaround comes July withflowers adorningin grace my house witharch pillars and parka letter from Klaushe is blue-eyed and darkhis writing so nicemy attention attractingan old war film myfavorite voice acting our treaties are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1195817/ 1.fruit bats rest in treesdusk falling on the villagetime to fly all night2.taking the ferrythe other side of the riverno one’s waiting 3.on a cold evening how the thunderrumblessomeone knocks at the door http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1188363/ Sparkling snowLong shadows from birch treesSymphony of rhythms Sunny schoolyard in MarchKids play wallow in the snowTutor feels desolate Lost in thoughts he enjoysListening to the sound of the wind Sighingin the trees http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1184238/ I am whatever you want me tobeWhatever you want to call me Your nymph your siren that remainsunseenAnd at dawn I will slip awayquietly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1175036/  I was walking arm in arm with you in my dreams that night The darkness stretched before us As nightfall in winter Comes with a lonely star And we heard the silver waves Rippling through the arches of the broken bridge And we felt like lives&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1173933/ Tomorrow morning you’ll enjoy the quiet The sun will rise and gently shine on you The leaves will shade into orange and violet The grass will wait for you to collect the dew Tomorrow morning you will find a bowl Just on the front porch outside your door A little p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1173932/  What a nice surprise today! What a lucky, splendid day! I touched scarlet hollyhocks, Their soft centers & green stalks. Gorgeous plants bent in salute, They looked solemn, they were mute. Who will guard them in the night And sing lullabies “Sleep t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1173931/  The wind surrounds her in a warm embrace while He stares at her and tells her that she has a great body, And if the truth be told, he always liked her. He holds her, like he has the right to, and she likes that. He embraces her, and she becomes part of his identity. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1173927/  The grass and dry leaves rustle in the breeze, Into the garden fly the autumn bees.. The birch is whispering its sad song, A farewell to summer all night long.. It often rains in, there’s a hole in the roof, Against drafts a dressing-gown is no proof.. There.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1173925/ Then I will be free to go And even anywhere I want Complete my pitiful final solo In my house dark and gaunt My days are like the shadows Under the trees along the street Their roots like our play is shallow Where I always take the back seat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1173921/ the swollenstream of life carries me away surrounded by gaunt and grey realities and unpreparedalone I swim away from shoreleaving behindthe heaped ashes of the pastwith cards and souvenirsand relics of our passionunprepared forresistance to being led away when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1167543/   The sun liesmotionlessOn the parquetin my roomYellow colorsquare shapeSilhouettes of a largesculptureOf a sitting nude woman and Window bars and trees withoutleavesSwaying in the spring breezeSilent timeless rhythms of natureFinding she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sascha/1166916/