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There's a woman. She writes. She likes cubes and Africa. And the North, too, what an opposition. Winter is her time, but she's waiting for the spring. She likes to wonder at the rainy, severe rocky scenery, especially laying in hot sand, feet towards the sea. She can't find her place, nor her time, so for the time being, she waits in the continental climate. And, sometimes, as a matter of fact, she's afraid without any reason. Unfortunately, she's an incorrigible pessimist. Unfortunately, her sense of justice is over-developed. Unfortunately, she doesn't give second chances. She isn't a good person. She isn't a bad person. She's a human being, simply like that. She got herself this virtual place, because she needed a panic room. Where she can hide, but is still available for those who wish to find her. She filled the shelves of this panic room with things she'd need in miserable times. More or less sensible, but by all means self-identical thoughts. Routes to reach amazing people. Pictures, songs. Others can come in here to calm down, and there will always be a place for those who are a bit afraid sometimes, just like her.Looking for…
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Category Archives: Poem
What really matters…
“It doesn’t interest me to know what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream your hearts longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to … Continue reading
Posted in About God, material, and death, Poem
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Because I’m a sentimental fool…
…that’s why I burst into tears over everything, movies, books, pictures, statues, poems, music, mostly over music. That’s how i choose favourites: if I have that dumpling in my throat, that flappy love-like feeling in my stomach, then the work … Continue reading
Posted in Book, Feeling-snapshot, Movie, Music, Oh, and again: about me, Poem
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