hopscotch and cider

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The Prize

He stumbles up to the heart of the room in his black tuxedo, facing the picture of Nobel. With his right hand, he smoothes his silver grey hair in place before he bows in honour. His face, scarred with age, tells his story of wisdom and experience. The cover of his first book was blood … Continue reading


The ensemle is perfect. Increasing its voice, the clarinet intensifies his breath and turns a sip of tea to an intensive stream of life. Slowly, as a sensual touch, the solid structure of instruments creating magic, transfers into power. With devastating force the icy temper of a furious trombone hits his chest. Filling him up with … Continue reading


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