"Ah ... there rewrites Emmi! Emmi. Emmi. Emmi. I'm a little drunk, but only slightly. I spent all afternoon drinking and hoping it will be midnight, Emmi come to visit. Yes, indeed. It is the first bottle. I miss my Emmi. Want to come home? Lights out. We do not have ourselves. I just want to feel you, Emmi. Will close eyes. Marlene nothing makes sense. We bled. We do not love. She believes that we love, but no, not love, is only dependent, possession. Marlene does not let go, and I ... I can not hold it. I'm a little drunk. But not much. Are you coming, Emmi? Do we kiss? My sister says you're beautiful, Emmi, you are the to be. Have you ever kissed a stranger? I'll take another sip of white wine from Friuli. I drink to our health. I'm a little drunk. But not much. Now it's your turn again. Write me, Emmi. Writing is like kissing, but no lips. Writing is kissing his mind. Emmi, Emmi, Emmi. "
Glattauer, Daniel - against the north wind
