#Confession ~ #Bergmannkiez

I ride to Gendarmenmarkt, and stop, leaning on my bike in front of the Französischer Dom.You are there, talking to a friend; I stay silent, just watching, petrified lest I break that instant.But you see me, smile: la beauté du diable...We stay for a few minutes, chatting.An old man sells bubbles bottles to the children, … Continue reading #Confession ~ #Bergmannkiez