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Underneath; I kissed the hands have put the Crown upon my head, and so, everything came over and moment hushed; laying softly down on a marble-floored, due to be a story told. In the foyer the

Privacy, Contents, Connections, Security; I am a user on a master’s network, under a false family’s protocol. I do claim the right of the ID and knowledge’s independency. Until such

The Poetry Workshop is closed and it would stay so for a while; I have the two suitcases in here brought Home; Challenging the reality as seen by a 10 years old boy. The word-tools are now set to

The future psychically ends by shifting in values. On a Monday; Sitting in a parked car Listening to radio, On Traffic FM. I’ve spent 7 minutes doing silently debrief of yesterday. Am I the

I suddenly have a puzzled vision, which I can not get it into a spoken view. Moving chaotically inside It’s captured in a no-way-out-mind, Likewise it remains trapped in the cloud of a

On the bridge. 4 men and a woman; on average 37 years old, with a file of valid certificates, and a safety number; bringing tribute to the Sunset by sharing hugs, laughing , singing. What was at

I’ve killed Van Gogh By making love in my room. It’s Normal, As the Paper Heart on which the artist’s inspiration has been written , finally has turned into a physical nature . It is the

The sound of winded flag by the castle makes me feel that the scene indeed exists. The steps’ echo, the stairs to desires walked up by quiet young people...; The moody cats welcoming the

Already morning; got back on routine… the flux of events grabs me from everywhere I look around; and I am still feeling lazy; they talk, I smile politely, show agreement and pretended interest on

I don’t want to think on tomorrow, or on the day after tomorrow…as I still have us on today… I will deeply breath and watch the waves sailing behind… in my solitude, I will keep in quiet my sadness