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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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Guillotine oppressed love

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In indian file
Love walks cuffed by ankle
And hunchbacked by colossal boulders;
With a knife stuck in the eye…
From the wound ooze pus, screams
Fake smiles that could kill in an instance
Guillotine shaped words…
The tears have dried up long ago
They say lack of rain it’s the reason;
There are surrogates of tears
Promoted in television and beautifully packed
Even surrogates of rain, I’ve heard…
Love walks tied at mouth
With another knife stuck in the forehead
From which ooze imperceptibly
Venom dispensed in chinese water drops…
Love walks hungry and doomed;
The plain it’s fertile
But her hands were amputated…

Love is reduced to silence…


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Temporal madness

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Scraps of thoughts
Struggling for power
With sewn mouths
Desperately knock at the door
And the walls crack out of pain…
On the other side of the wall
The hands draw frantically
Ideas and symbols on the shaky floor –
Tangibility of obsession
Reflections in a broken mirror…

 


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The death of words

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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