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280316 Fuss

2025-12-10T15:33:14+02:00

Present. The sound does not seem to be yours. Joy is the echo. It makes you calm. A bell. You perch. Fear of abandonment. Nature. You, undecided, eavesdrop. Fuss is made by the alive ones. You chose.

280316 Fuss2025-12-10T15:33:14+02:00

140316 There

2025-12-16T18:39:57+02:00

As if it is summer all time. Words everywhere a spread sea. You dive without quenching your thirst. You're searching in the deep of the sea. Those that sparkle in your eyes. There. The sound is missing. Live silence. It blesses the births.

140316 There2025-12-16T18:39:57+02:00

070316 Not Yet

2007-03-16T12:35:00+02:00

You look over the stage. Yourself. Going out on the streets every day. Servant of everyday life. With the hustle of a deacon. You participate in the ritual. Your thoughts sin first. They project the image that you have not lived. Not yet. The tug of war is yours. You hold the two ends of the rope. You pray. To sug on the correct side.

070316 Not Yet2007-03-16T12:35:00+02:00

290216 Dashes

2025-12-10T15:32:56+02:00

And there are also these moments like endless dashes. Without nothing to follow in between them. They are naked. Exposed. The memories spread back behind. Stacked. The hours pass. Orphaned. Like an endlessly back and forth of the living. They find no breath. They are lost in recurrence.

290216 Dashes2025-12-10T15:32:56+02:00

220216 Captured

2022-02-16T08:42:00+02:00

Seasons protocols. Against the laws. Closed in books that did not open. The winter leaves. Happy. Audience indifferent. Captives of the sun. They got used to not acting.

220216 Captured2022-02-16T08:42:00+02:00

010216 Yes

2025-12-16T11:41:54+02:00

There is after. New. Unwritten. A continuity commits. Cheerfully. You lengthen the lines in your book. You age beautifully every generation. You want. The next day to add value.

010216 Yes2025-12-16T11:41:54+02:00

250116 The kiss

2025-12-16T13:19:38+02:00

Chasing a kiss. Concentrated lust. A boulevard life opened behind him. The lights fade into its shine. A moment. One will. Lantern. It spreads warmth. Seduces the dark. Life is becoming a game.

250116 The kiss2025-12-16T13:19:38+02:00
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