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Your love for me is fading.It may not have been born long ago,it may have been only an imagined fantasy- if it ever lasted.I have been reduced to an a..
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I boarded the subway with unfriendly disinterest. I don't
know if everyone is gripped by such a merciless, torturous, downright
unfriendly feeling, ..
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I came from the katlan-holds of the high hills,tempted by howling wolves,carrying the memories of happy consciousnesses,rolling invisible Sisyphus sto..
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Lantos woke up one fine day to find that he had grown
old. There is no problem with that. After all, aging, just like the passing of
time, is a self..
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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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