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what we talk about
when we talk
about
love

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What we talk about when we talk about love? And how can you talk about complicated things with only one alphabetic character, the longest softest sound or the smallest possible hand movement? It rained snow for a way too long time: Zurich, people slipping on the ice on Hardplatz, sliding into their next setback. David shoos away the stray cat that stayed at the cellar at Zimmerlistrasse 4. Today the closing credits appear at the very beginning, we fall in love when parting, espresso shortly before midnight: Someday, maybe, who knows—byebye Zimmerlistrasse. Black painted fingernails at the kind piano one last time, earlobe on the damp basement wall, in search of a sound.

BlauBlau Records, early summer 2022
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