starry summer night
don’t you hear my song anymore
sad melancholy
starry summer night
don’t you hear my song anymore
sad melancholy
starry summer night
don’t you hear my song anymore
sad melancholy
born and grew up in Klagenfurt (Austria), was living for over 30 years in Vienna, now back to her hometown in the very south of Austria near the border to Italy and Slovenia; multilingual freelance writer of fiction (mystery, crime, horror), essays (arts, philosophy, linguistics, politics), articles (cultural journalism), translator (french philosophy), indie film-maker and podcaster. View all posts by Dag Travner
