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2022-12-31 23:44:01 Open / Comment

2022-12-31 23:11:02 ‍For a year when songs are real boats, and every harbor is you.

For the year when I leave my heart inside a closet, and go without dying.

For a year when clouds become a pillow. It is enough to look at it and fall asleep.

For a year when words are clear, so we don't look behind them.

For a year that will never come and I will not stop waiting for it to death.

This year the war will stop. The gun is used as a flute that resonates and embraces everyone who sees it. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 22:44:01 The coward is brave sometimes; He makes his own decision without permission. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 22:10:05 Not a naughty one, who gets into things like a stroke of luck. Sometimes we get miserable with the things we bet on. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 20:44:01 Don't give me a fish, don't teach me how to fish. Let's throw wisdom into the sea and take the waves for a ride. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 20:11:01 Don't give me a gun, don't teach me how to shoot the wolf's head, let's go after the foxes that ate the birds. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 17:11:01 I don't have a ticket; To get on the train of life, I preferred to stay at the station, selling my dreams to travelers. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 16:44:01 Even though I live there among draughts, I am a river. I weep with the wind's speech because, for me, it is my heartbeat and for them it was a mindless daily spell. I am a river in the desert; some of them occasionally venture to speak my language, but as soon as they approach the bank of my river, they sink. They were kept busy thinking by the droplets of my daily insanity for their whole life. I now live in a desert selling water by the river. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 11:11:01 Die Unendlichkeit ist der kleinste Teil der Natur. Open / Comment

2022-12-31 04:44:01 The world has its ladder and the sky is its ladder, a staircase here and a staircase there, choose which one is suitable for the stability of your footing, and which one takes you to rugged, thorny hills, pushes you to wars, in which you are the killer and the killed, choose whatever you want, for while you chose to reside. This is a path of confusion that sleeping birds take, this is a path that seeds take in. This rain is the building of the lovers, this is the destruction of the lovers. Look closely, what do you see? The mirror will not tell you, and the sight will not tell you. Do not ask the river how it left its source when it was young, and do not ask it how it came to its estuary, hunched back in dementia. Faces are alike, hands are alike, and so are the eyes of beings. It has become forgotten there is no certainty in the mouth and no certainty in the eye. The twins are yours: your prose and poetry unite, and you fly from one time to another, safe and sound on the planets of your killers--your good guards, and they carry your seven heavens, caravan after caravan. Your horse shepherds between the palms of your hands and your two rivers approaching the water a creator in love who contemplates his actions, then he goes crazy with them and yearns for them. And the writers of your lightning burn with the ink of the sky, and their descendants spread swallows on the Abyssinian  procession. Was the Abyss ascending, or descending for you? Open / Comment