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The true lies of love

The true lies of love

some other ever repeated truisms... It's the perfect self-deceit to think that you are loved just because you love, which immediately forms a natural impediment to the vital outflow of your love – love is not taking or receiving but only giving. Most people grow conceited out of love, to think that they are loved, and thus they smother love unconsciously and tragically, as they stupidly forget the only true qualification: that love needs fuel, ...
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Hidden secrets

Hidden secrets

Is it possible that you could love me, this old carcass of a ruined wreck, abused and devastated into shambles of a good for nothing anymore? When love is at its truest and most constant, she is also at her coyest and most vulnerable and keeps secretive and silent for the case of her maintenance, like a flame kept safe through any storm. Thus silence speaks sincerely with no voice except her inner light which ...
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Como uma bela flor

Como uma bela flor

Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) ...
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A primeira vez

A primeira vez

Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) ...
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The fatal diagnosis

The fatal diagnosis

Like in all fatal diseases, you don't understand what's happening to you, you don't recognize yourself, you feel you are losing control not only of your body but of yourself, your mind is playing games with you wreaking havoc in your world; the most sensible and orderly become distracted, sleeplessness is inevitable, but the worst is the constant short cut circuit, your brain going around like a washing machine ever stuck with the same idea ...
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Headaches and heartaches

Headaches and heartaches

some connection? As I wake up in the darkest night my headache splitting me in two, I turn to you for any kind of alleviation, but you are not there, so I am lost in darkness of the heaviest night with hell all burning in my head, and there is not a single hole to slip out through in the opaqueness of the trap of burning darkness where I am imprisoned without you. But still, ...
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the moving ants

the moving ants

the moving ants with teamwork we can carry the world on our shoulders, ants, or elephants ...
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Another Mariupol

Another Mariupol

Mariupol my heart bleeds, lifelessness sounds hard, wait you'll come back alive, thanks to your resilience, I'd never ever want this horrid scene to replay on any stage, so I'd not blame one country alone, for if I do, the curse in vain will befall again; in another unfortunate zone now standing tall, there'll be another Mariupol, Mariupol, will anyone question how this happened, who is responsible for this, is it one single bad apple ...
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Detached

Detached

In sleepless dreams of you, my love, I wonder where you are, your alien presence being out of touch but still so near, invisible but palpable. The question is, can we get closer than we are now in our total distance? As if we live in two different continents, an ocean parting us incurably with hostile black and icy waters, we are out of touch but still not with each other. I can feel you ...
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Robin’s Duel.

Robin’s Duel.

Their calls, sharp as shattered glass chase across the blackened boughs, riding on a frost led breath to own these silent, winter hours ...
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Taking you for a ride

Taking you for a ride

My friend or lover or whatever, let me not insult you with my imposition in these efforts at deficient poetry of not much sense, since they are doting, stuck in love and melancholy and bogged down most lamentably in pathetic bathos of nostalgia, while all I want is just to take you for a ride, for what is love if not indulgence? Yes, I told you so and warned you, I am just a doting ...
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Presence

Presence

উপস্থিতি ঠাকুর এখানে আছেন এখন আছেন কাঞ্চনজঙ্ঘার মত।  Presence He is here right now like Kanchenjunga La présence Il est ici à l'heure actuelle comme le Kanchenjunga       ...
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global peace

global peace

"every saint [Europe] has a past, every sinner [Russia], a future" footnote I'm a poet, neither a prophet nor a puppet ...
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