AeWolf

Where is the magick? Where is the spark? Where are the enchanting nights? Where is the fire in your fingertips? All that remains is the love. All that remains are those moments. All that remains is the music. Where is the grey where we mingle? All that remains is black and white. All seems to be good and evil. The white wind wanderer still works her magick to enchant the dark one forever more. Listen to the wind, breathe its magick, see the light beyond the clouds. In light and night, I see you.

     This time it was different.      I ran from them. Normally I would fight. Fight and win. Or at least walk away without showing any signs of pain, if there were more than two or three of them.      I clutched the fragile cardboard box and ran. I made it to the hallway the teachers could see from their lounge. I ran around the corner, to safety - or so I thought. I huddled up in a window bay, hugging the box. Contrary to my hopes, the boys spotted me.      Not far away, girls were playing with their gifts already - dolls and origami sets

ANALYSE Die literarische Epoche des Steppenwolfes Der Steppenwolf entstand in den Jahren 1925-1927. Im Jahr seiner Vollendung hat sich die Literatur der Moderne weitgehend entfaltet. Eine Gruppe der modernen Literatur, neben Expressionismus und Existenzliteratur, heißt Zwischen Gesellschaftskritik und neuer Bindung. In diese Gruppe  ist auch der Steppenwolf einzuordnen. Die Problematik dieser Zeit zeichnet sich durch die sich umkehrende Gewichtung von Forschung (Technik) und geistigen Werten aus. Das Gesamtwissen der Menschheit vergrößert sich zwar, aber der Einzelne lernt nicht mehr überwiegend aus eigenen Erfahrungen,

the circle of peace, prophets on a silver star silber sonne, weise im kreis des friedens high priestess hohe hexe In the purest time of art, the living created a circle of stone to unite the universial duality of the two. It is the greatest stone with all power uniting the universial knowledge of all stones. On this circle Walk, in this sphere fly the knowing together. It is a place of creation, of everlasting peace, of love and knowledge. The time of being, living, creating after the war of the stars but birth of the two, who now create the third out of them. The birth of those with two faces, the wild, but

Surrounded by trees and the city sky... A sea of stars below and above... Stairs leading down, stairs leading up, walk into town and celebrate or enter lush gardens and meditate... Under my feet, far down below, the subterranean caves, the scent of sulphur and dark, healthy wells... Under my feet, far down below, in subways and canalisation grow dark fantasies, catacombs of my imagination... Above my head, reaching up high, architectural beauties, silver towers extending into the sky... Above my head, reaching up high, the trees and monuments have caught my inspiration in an embrace of apocalyptic thoughts...