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“No one mentions that life is none other than the days, nights and seasons through which we pass. We wait there waiting for the sign. Preparing. For what? (Now I am living in that future that rushes ever forward. No one is preparing me for anything any more…)”
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Paula Mota
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I'm on medication. I'm put to sleep. My friends come to see me. Some bring me flowers. Some bring me fruit. They go back to city life. Leaving me to never-ending solitude. Nights come early to this hospital. But they don't know how to end. Dawn never comes.
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Paula Mota
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On Sundays…these days…if I am strolling down an alley…and catch sight of a father in pyjamas…or if, on a grey and raining winter day, I see smoke rising from a stovepipe…and windows fogged with steam…if I look in to see laundry hanging up to dry…if the clouds are almost low enough to touch the damp bricks…(..)…if I hear live football matches blaring from every radio…all I want is to go, go, go, and keep going.
— Feb 07, 2026 05:51AM
