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Travel: this is INDIA
The covers of privacy are ripped off; the pages of the book of life shiver in the warm wind. One does not find chapters or divisions in this book. All is intermingled in one long narrative. The truth...
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Travel: Here, is the clamor.
Here, is the clamor. Totality crackling. I gather every seed of noise as grains of rice inside my cupped hands. A nomad hymn has travelled as a fantastic bird through an atmosphere of time. Its...
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bellsound
If the end at a glance a whole gamut streaked about to be found last feeble fleeting piece of a second. Someday come. When all the pages are stained with words, but for a white slice of purity...
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nuance of sense
It was in 2013 when I started dancing – in the moral sense of the word. It was this year when in my hole, still timeworn with despair that I laughed – in the philosophical sense of the word. It was...
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prelude to a philosophy of meaninglessness
I want to write clear and distinct ideas expressing how life is a short sojourn in an unclear and indistinct domain that my philosophy become the instant when words ricochet off the build of reality...
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Pose for me
Take off your clothes. Peel off every last layer. Squat, further down. Place your left arm over your left knee. There. Bend your upper body to the right. Just there. Right foot a tad over to the...
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existence as fiction
Our existence is an exercise in fiction. And it’s through a perversion of this art that fiction becomes simulation of reality, thus problematic. The task is to comprehend the problem without...
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conjecture
Suddenly a soft drunkenness came over Me not knowing if late night or the glass however I just needed to close these eyes and leave unattended the earth. Somekind of Poetry
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Simplicity
There is in my shadow a rock that seems to be a rose. This is, to be brief, the reality of an appearance. The field of mist: life. In it, a hard substance that imitates the softness of love. I am...
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