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Seeing the life differently!


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The mirror

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How can you step over dead bodies
In order to raise yourself
Even in your own eyes?
How can you say that you smile
When you stick your teeth in my carotid?
How can you feed yourself
With the sap of crushed flowers
Stepping on them until exhaustion?
How can you sleep soundly
When you disturb everything around you?
What you’re seeing in the mirror
Every morning, when you’re waking up?


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The death of words

Picture by Sarlota Bán Photo source: Pinterest

Picture by Sarlota Bán
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“Face of sand
and hands of sand
and the tongue in my mouth also sand
I cannot say anything to my defense
in this court of sand
with lights of sand
clerks of sand
memories of sand
and someone to turn over the hour clock.
Everything I ever loved has turned to sand
everything I ever did wrong has turned to sand
and judges of sand
are trialling me
and sentencing me to death
on a scaffold of sand”

by Octavian Paler

 


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We have time

 

The persistence of memory (detail) by Salvador Dali Photo source: Pinterest

The persistence of memory (detail) by Salvador Dali
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“We have time for everything:
to sleep, to run from one place to another,
to regret having mistaken and to mistake again,
to judge the others and to forgive
ourselves,
we have time for reading and writing,
for making corrections to our texts, to regret ever having
written,
we have time to make projects and never
respect them,
we have time to make illusions and gamble
through their ashes later on.
We have time for ambitions and illnesses,
to blame it all on ambitions and details,
we have time to watch the clouds, advertisements or
some ordinary accident,
we have time to chase our wonders away
and to postpone the answers,
we have time to break a dream to pieces and then
to reinvent it,
we have time to make friends, lose them,
we have time to learn our lessons and then
forget them quickly afterwards,
we have time to be given gifts and not understand them.
We have time for them all.
But there is no time for just a drop of tenderness.
When we are about to get to that too – we die.”

by Octavian Paler


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The potion of immortality

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Undraped souls
Swirled in the morning’s vortex
Gushing hands donating everything –
The equivalent of nothing
For the dormant eye.
Unfettered souls
Inebriated from empty cups
The potion of immortality is hope.


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The whirlpool of silence

Artist: Vincent van Gogh
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Unspoken words
Cram into the whirlpool of silence
Murmuring fragments of thoughts;
Sculpting the sorrow in stones, so smoothly
That only the skillful eye of time
Can discern the undisclosed.


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Despair

Artist: Clara Lieu
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Did you ever smelled the despair?
Putrid flowers in old water, decomposing
Contaminating the air without awareness.
Seeing through the wrong filter
Forgetting that anything can be fixed
And surrendering to the herd of convictions
Which cut through your lucidity
The same as very sharp blades
In search of resistance…


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Incarcerated

Prison window
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Did you ever felt incarcerated by your own mind?
Looking at the world through a small window
Seeing just small parts of pseudo everything…
Maybe we are trapped in a cave
Seeing just the shadows of what should be seen…
Where is the truth?
Between my prison and your prison?
Between your window and my window?
Liberty of choice can, sometimes, be frightening.
There is no destiny, no fate
And that’s what makes us feel more lonely!