Franka Zaumseil

It was a big event when Martha and Sophie were brought together. They had never seen each other before. Well, maybe in 1905 on the other side of the street or in 1929 in the café on the market …

I am a lonesome dream
floating in eternity
I am like an ancient tree
watching how time flies
I drift around in explosions of colours
do you feel the longing that I bear?

I go with the…

Young soul.

Open invitation.

Foolish intent.

Quietly, quietly, quietly the wind
listen to the whispering of the night