songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
the wind, moved like an echo, carrying their voices
© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Well some day I hope to find / That land of funny wine / Where the coffee grows on the wide oak trees / And those sugar coated mountaints in the spring begin to melt to sweetest stream / Reached night, the starlight and the sea / Together form eternity / And the wind moves [...]

desert keeps forming underneath the black moon
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I am always one / Without a warning / Whole days reappear / Lift away / Past the gate / Desert keeps forming underneath the black moon (Wilco)

with a number for my name & a rope to haunt my dreams
© Potsdamer Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I’m just a lonesome ol’ rounder / Darkness grows, and then it’s gone / And at the end of this lonely road / Those deeds you’ve done they say you’ll never go home / Some folks are guided by the love they share / But darkness called and left me unaware (Mandolin Orange)