| During a walk at night Sometimes, all of us, are embraced by a feeling of loneliness, like the cold mist, waiting outside the closed gate of life, shaking on a cold step. Fate is in front of us, silent, pitiless, and is strictly blocking the way which leads to the lights, warmth, sweet music and company. Sometimes our heart is torn by sadness our mind is wandering in the thick forest, |
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| Fluttering In the spreading of your wings your familiar angelic voice spoke inside me and I felt strong, as a rock, but I still felt the need to ask for charity, being alone again, though I would deny it if someone were to hold out their hand and give me� Spite... Tears of happiness and expectation. Tears of sorrow... and the earth becomes a swamp, I become muddy, I make you muddy as well. In the wet soil, through the black flowers, grew two white statues, remained status forever though, motionless in the park. I was, perhaps absent mindedly, watching some pigeons... |
| Now I don�t get upset. Congratulations I give you, when I see you in the street with a glance serious as never before and strong in my eyes, your tear of begging, slipped out as you want to escape again. And me, coming and going, battle of thousand yes� and thousand nos, for me, for you. |
| Me. Yes me, so what ? Now, I adore the amethyst, I am proud and I am not getting jealous any more. And I am sure that it should be very pitiful for the limpet watching the fish swimming free above her holding onto nothing. Even without feeling her security, they are free. And in the battle of yes� and nos you are still fighting. Everybody is fighting nowadays. That�s the sea. You have to know how to swim, to enjoy it. Even though some others shout deeper the water is dangerous, you risk it and live how you want far away from seaweed and slippery shores. |
| like a lost explorer walking into trees and over stones, searching the path of faith, which leads from the tight knot to the way of the sun. The moon that night was strangled by the thick pale grey clouds, when I felt the change. A cowardly twinkling of that strange ray darkened with its poor light my black shade and I raised up my head. The clouds spread out in the silent appearance of the Moon offering inside me a devotional warmth a shiver like a soft breeze. The invisible power magnetised from me, at that moment, the heaviest weight I was dragging that night with me� inside me� That sad, misty night I had taken the way of returning which lead to nothing, alone, with a bent head, eyes to the ground, with eyes staring towards nothing. That night shone for me one sunny, spring - in the middle of a winter�s- day... |
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