In the moonlit night, I woke up from sleep. I just thought of you all night. You should be with me, I’m looking for you, but I’m alone. I envy the moon because he can look you in the face. I lie here and do not see you. Only pictures of you in my head and memories of the time with you stay with me. I ask the moon, above he can bring a greeting from me, a kiss to you? … (Text fragment from time of yearning, time of passion, time of love – time of life © ewald apperle, ISBN 978-3-03830-319-0)
