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Stormy hurricane-force winds are coming.Whipping rain threatens.Between heaven's vault and creating earth,raging voices are raging!Bullets of glass, t..
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Dona Teresha Garcia Sanchez lived mostly alone in a cozy little
village near Seville. His grown-up grandson, Miguel Raffael, was a bit of a
Bumford,..
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Between the cross-sectionof our fingers the Universe tingles, trembles!I see broken fragments throughthe secret mirrors of your eyes:I am alone in the..
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I listened to the whispers of voicesin fertile silence - I waited:slowly, deliberately, patiently!Compassion must have possessedme for momen..
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The man went on a romantic date to Gellért Hill, where there
was a magnificent, picturesque panorama of the Freedom Bridge, the restlessly
fl..
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Once again, the "who misses" premonitionof a huge fuss?Tell me, who misses it?After years and monthsof repetition on uninterrupted cogs,there is no po..
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That day, something happened even worse than usual. It's as
if the relationship between two full-fledged people was no longer defined by
parent-chil..
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Iron handcuffs in my hands,anxious daffodils:swan-fingers tinglingtowards immortal fulfilment.All compassion and humilityin my eyes a prisoner:stars' ..
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- I do not care! Go and solve it! Don't let me do everything for you
all the time! F**k it! - the voice of the beautiful, bronze-brown, model-shaped
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Facial fissures fill up instantly,they crack like craters down deep.On the mountain oppositestands the prophet's house.- Love poisons with faint sighs..
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