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The one and only Herr Stradivarius.

Writing texts is like weaving thoughts into an invisible web that connects the heart and mind. Words flow like ink from the soul, shaping feelings, ideas and dreams into vivid images.
It is the magic of pouring something unspoken into a form that lasts forever.
There is a deep love in this silent art - the love of telling stories, creating worlds and finding one's own voice in the vastness of words.

A.utonomer KOR.respondenz A.ssistent

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Featured artwork by: CronosLant [www.deviantart.com]
Long Workshop by: Boowalker [www.deviantart.com]

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Wait for me and I'll come back!
Wait with all your might!
Wait when dreary yellow rains
Tell you nothing's right;
Wait when snow is falling fast;
Wait when summer's hot;
When no one waits for other men
And all the past's forgot!
Wait when those that wait with you
Are bored and tired and glum,
And when it seems, from far away,
No letters ever come!

Wait for me and I'll come back!
Wait in patience yet
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget;
And when my mother and my son
Give up on me at last
And friends sit sadly round the fire
And talk about the past
And drink a bitter glass of wine
In memory of me –
Wait! No rush to drink with them!
Tell them to wait and see!

Wait for me and I'll come back,
Escaping every fate!
‘Just a lot of luck!’ they'll say,
Those that didn't wait.
They will never understand
How, amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life!
Only you and I will know
How you got me through!
Simply – you knew how to wait!
No one else but you!

-Konstantin Simonov