Maxine Funke
Pieces Of Driftwood

It's the captured moment, countess.

The magic that mirrors in two guitar chords.

She hides a smile and you come out with that playful phrase: to each their own Mona Lisa, even to us.

And so we will call her our lady of the ragged even if she isn't ragged at all.

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Here you find a sweetness veered towards the negative and some moments where it goes beyond and explaining what happens is impossible.

And all the little songs you've loved come back to mind, pale Cinderellas that floated above the burdens of 11, or twigs on the water as the title suggests.

Here is a young girl tidying up the room and then making herself a thousand-leaf tea.

Stop spying on her from the window and just offer a smile when you meet her on the stairs.

Or put on this record. It's the bright side of Pink Moon. God knows how much we need it.

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And if with Nick the demons had come in to make a mess, here a very kind bouncer accompanies them to the door.