I know, you have to go, spoil it all. And now I know, you never will take this life.Take it all, in your hands. You were mine. I could smile. You understand, fine — Nicola Hitchcock
Numbers
Augen aus kaltem Feuer.
Prozess der Besessenheit.
Deep reflections on Y.
Vermissen und Begehren.
Der Zirkel.
