Words are eternal wanderers ... As they travel the worlds and the sky, they connect the fireplaces of friends that fit together to understand the same soul existence of the world. How fragile we are from the inside and yet the same. We are both the smallest and the giants because we can lift and lower each other with words. @Andrea Beres, Pest, Hungary Jan. 10, 2020.
An Abstruse Symbol
And I wish this was a dream a cherished dream come true. And as I think this thought I also knew the real is never the conceptual. The dream , a world without a practical consequence, a word, a thought under erasure. Does it hurt to think and dream, a world where nothing is a sin, where nothing begs for forgiveness, where I create myself and immediately dissolve before time, the hunter tracks me down and nails me, puts me down under a selective square of a parody of what I made of me. an abstruse symbol, a watery grave where everything flows , nothing is held. And in the very moment of saying this I know, how I yearn to create a body, a body that I could call You, a body, a You that will give me a name, a name that will never be erased Shared privately • View activity The Cloberth +1 Food for thought. Thank you + Sushama Karnik REPLY Nov 13, 2015 Sushama Karnik + The Cloberth Thank you very much that it...
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