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Souls ranging; unanswered questions. Three anecdotes



- Have you ever followed the tides.
- It's what I do now, willingless.
- Prove me not love me.
- regardes moi dans les yeux.
- Do not say anything to these eyes.
- Let justice be done.

- I want to understand.
- In addition to my forces.
- follow this reasoning, please.
- Look in the mirror, please.

- My steps ... doddering.
- You look back?
- Why bother?
- I am not fiction.
- You character of my life.
- Meat and bone.
- Insecure as a novel.
- There is no uncertainty.
- Do not cry.

- Now I feel like a portrait in silver gelatin.
- Noema: "That was."
- And I'm flou.

Cai silence, "this substance is unfathomable that the sustenance of loneliness."

- I need a brandy.
- Make it two.

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was an endless silence which lasted thirty-five seconds, enough time to make a decision, hesitates between alternatives and finally choose. There were those who observe this conflict of undecided voters - a look static, immobile and anxious. She lowered her sight. Then, looking over his glasses, he repeated the words he had heard from other mouths. Some nervousness.

*

knew the words he would say. There was, however, believe that they would be spoken. The day, the heat, walking - apparent hesitation. Decided to be calming, cold water, hot face. Two steps and there he met his fate. - Say it please. She cried for eight hours exact.

*

There, she traced his fate, he knew in his heart what he would say. He walked exactly thirty-eight minutes to find it. Calmly, he waited. Looks black and white movement. Then he handed him a book, look cool - you're crazy. Never again seen.

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words, they're here beside me, and they are words light and sweet and shy. One day they appear.

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Why the change?


Why the change, somehow, makes me alive. And why should I change (I try) every moment: I am like the river . And as I said before, I am without words . The less of them, best for me.

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house Things, poem by Marcelo Sandman

1. She now only

can love with the passion contained
Butterfly stuck in a Styrofoam plate

(Occasionally a pop
wing and go flying across the room
and wants to break the lamp.)

2. He brought in eager hands

The branch Roses repentance

And the button for the more showy pink
Bee poisonous
What stirred inside

3. Anger
raided the house
a violent blaze

Creston everything!

now carry two buckets of water inside
Pra,
spied on by neighbors,

Who look far

Behind wrinkled shutters.

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I walk without


I walk without words.

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I lost my reasoning.

What is very common nowadays.

- A Dry Martini, please. Not that it is gin with vermouth and olives.

That feeling of strangeness. The drink is providential.