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I was always superficial sarcastic arrogant I never believed in what I thought said whatever I filled up my lungs with sand and then I cut the chest It was my only way to create and once

I feel remorse arises the kind that providence feels about all that exists deaf passion of tears convicted dreams without hate and hate everyone who wrote until me all the writers who got what they

it could be thursday evening exactly as it was a week ago or one month you could show me the clock on the casino the approaching train from sinaia the empty place in front of … … seen

in the corner there are 3 empty boxes thrown with a thoroughness of detail that exceeds the sharpest macros a rusty piece of metal with carefully placed nurofen tablet a red vinyl couch sees a

jostling among the dunes ate a strange-shaped wooden I think cedar small crabs marching through the sand I looked at her lost … green eyes blonde sun burnt lips cracked nose in the

andrew become a shadow working feverishly red blue yellow white mixed black frost and glows epiphany nothingness ... chose painstakingly pigments color palette in his own hand gradually

so the wind cheers ann I remember your definitions the peacefully house some hanging flower boxes the burning solitude an untold look yes I remember the magic sands that

I remember that between your fingers grew my fingers ann perfectly fit I remember you wrote once upon a time je veux dessiner un mouton this moments were and will not ever

ann takes off the sweater squat down next to me feel the silence room is old tiny dressed tablecloth smells like freshly washed linen through the window the bronze rider

my room is tiny the city lights are visible in the attic moonlit nights face me mr sima maria jason dragos and ann yes ann.. ...ann is smiling helplessly like somebody took her

here I met you ann at the reception of the four seasons hotel sat in a musty armchair and fattening your lungs with good duch tobacco dry vodka martini your disciples are dragged

I\'d like to be the neck surrounding your throat feverishly and uncertain first and impetuous I\'d like to feel what you feel and to touch what you touch to sit in your eyes to be the

every time I get in the car I try to remember where to go if there is a destination I decided not to keep anything memory\'s the day we meet the day I kiss kiss you make love make love to

there was a glow yes ann a glow and I could still see I could see you see your eyes smile your smile walking hope facing up leading up nothingness

má when I found you it was a summer like this I wanted to go without a whisper I could hear you promising me that you\'ll be my woman seeing you yes means I lose I

I do not know if I loved her I do not know if I would like to gather the world to show me the finger a simple turn and I know I know what to think wind ceased I learned her name out there

a slope down the lamp lit the reddish radiance and all the words a slope up outside inside before my eyes a day without day days in night slow rhythm and I sketch your