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It comes, it goes, it knocks,and then suddenly the time-fragmentof dying minutes leaps on.To my room I wander likea bamboozled frog.The streets' black..
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"Does Mama have to visit Papa?" asked Zalánka,
a little penguin-looking little boy of barely six years old, wearing a bright
yellow raincoat...
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The pessimistic weekdays were many,the worn, useless school desksand the climbing Sisyphus ticket:insufficient - for the most part - and sufficient.Th..
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After a while he didn't care anymore. Maybe he didn't
see much sense in the fact that, if necessary, if he is not openly humiliated
by his classmate..
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It's day again and again.My beating heart is aching again,and every moment of existence is shattered!The ancient thrills of compassionare not yet rese..
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Before dinner, during the delicate process of mandatory
hand washing, when Mitrovácz, obeying his faithlessness, still could not decide
exact..
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Outside, the tears are besiegingthe fragile face-blind.But within, in the globes of eyes,in the globes of retinas,the reality of sadnesshas become mor..
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The author wants to show the colorful selection of his free-versed, modern, avatgarde lyric with collected poems again. The complex complexity of the ..
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He found himself standing next to his wife's grave for hours. True, it was mostly in a mausoleum-like white building, a sort of mini crypt. People we..
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Turning inward, you just look,you don't look inward.Chasing the ringed carriageof idyllic dreams,Into memories of childhood's past,into the unchangeab..
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