Nocturnal life

WP8 bar in Düsseldorf
That night I saw a Derrida's movie projection and then I listen to for first time music of the german band "kreidler"
I know very well one of the members who  has never driven a Florett Kreidler.    Listen to them.

Yannis Ritsos poetry

Those starlit nights… You could hear the apples
falling into the damp grass.
We let the apples lie, but gathered up the sound

(David Harsent, ‘Fifteen Tristichs’, MPT, Third Series, Number Two, Diaspora
pp. 11–13)

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