Pictures in the wind. Thoughts and pictures in my head fly past like clouds in the wind, see pictures of me, as I was as a child. The clouds sometimes black and full of water and then again white, fluffy and light as a feather, how much this is like my life. Blue sky in between And also sunshine, sweet and full of life like wine. Dark pictures like a thunderstorm, the film of life also rich in thunder and lightning, I see myself old at once. (Extract preview project III / LL…) © ewald apperle
