Doors slammed in my face and the rough wind blows in my soul! My dreams are not haunted these days. Just like you emphasized, after all, you were the first to say that you are not alone in dreams. Did you add the depression of the heart like the nausea hidden in the climate, and should I say the human losses that I could never eliminate from my hands, or should I say shame, that slipped away without my help? What emotion do I not have that I spur, that boredom that takes me…
The wings of pure knowledge are what the sorcerer fears most! Coincidence is the concerto of the senses. I think of that marvellous word called coincidence. Its spread in the infinite loneliness of the universe. How that gift presented to sad hearts at unexpected times awakens the joy of living. To meet a girl I knew from the town of cancelled memories in a poetry van in a city of sixteen million people, where I went for the first time, to sit softly next to her and smile...…
It is never a lie that I am as good-natured as I am incompatible I'm a mutiny that has been silenced. I was the last to wake up from the dead climate. I am the rose of the season, my feelings, the nightingale of the season and the nightingale of the life I shielded my chest. While I was an iceberg hidden in the North Pole, I drifted with the south winds to the equator. My geography was never good, but it was a good geography that I believed my teacher kept hidden in her…
My miserable diary and my miserable life story dating back to my childhood I'm cautious now while weaving life with dreams. To hell with all teachings. Silence and nightmares were my counterparts, whereas enthusiasm and dreams were of course a large-scale window sill, the words that oscillated while the veil of love. I cured the day with Divine Love and dream brokers... I am the lonely and pink rose of the steppe. Thousands of pieces falling from my smiling face and everyone…
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