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Vanlifer of the heart

The heart has a puzzling shape The moment you thought it broke Becomes twofold. The moment in a relinquishing evening You thought it whole It breaks Until the morning When the shape is restored And your feelings pour like early

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Engleza de joi/ Silt

Silt = sand, soil, mud, etc., that is carried by flowing water and that sinks to the bottom of a river, pond, etc. “Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are

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You’re my flame

You’re my flame… in the pitch-dark monster lair and beacon in eery glares of ugly nights. You are never away… You are always in the array of blooming next day. Sometimes I do prey other flames gleaming But I am

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Michael Ondaatje

I like what Mr Ondaatje’s writings do to me. They take me to a world without maps, to where I can find love in the beat of the wind and the shine of the desert.   “All I ever wanted

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The desert

“…the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.” ― Michael Ondaatje. The desert… Where everything is communal and eternal. Where every whisper of Love hits the

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“Fathers die. You keep on loving them in any way you can. You can’t hide him away in your heart”. Michael Ondaatje. …………………………………………………………………………………….. My father gave me everything I have. My father gave me everything I need to acquire everything

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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