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Words are beings. The game will so bewitch you that you become part of it. You will spend your life defending the right of the game to lure you into its labyrinth while you lure it toward humor. You read without understanding what you read, so you read more and more, relishing the ability of words to diverge from the ordinary. Words are waves. You learn to swim from the seduction of a wave that wraps you in foam.
— May 01, 2024 12:57AM
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In every boy there is a gypsy woman. In every gypsy woman there is an improvised inner journey. In every journey there is a secret tale told only after memory passes the age of shyness. Is this why you carried gypsies along with you whenever place was seperated from time, and whenever place was scattered in its inhabitants searching for it in traces of scents that prove the sensuality of the soul?
— May 07, 2024 07:32PM
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He wants to be a butterfly. Do butterflies have memories? Butterflies are memories for those who have mastered singing next to springs. Has he sung?
— May 07, 2024 07:29PM
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Be the master of your attributes now
My son, you have a dream
Follow it with the night given to you!
And be one of the dream’s attributes
Dream and you will find paradise in place!
— May 01, 2024 03:13PM
My son, you have a dream
Follow it with the night given to you!
And be one of the dream’s attributes
Dream and you will find paradise in place!
jebrahn
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How can the sea be imprisoned in three letters, the second of which overflows with salt? How can letters take on so many words? How can words have enough space to embrace the world?
— May 01, 2024 12:58AM
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Words have the rhythm of the sea and the call of the obscure: Come to me in search of what you know not, the blue called out to you. Luck and a coastal guard saved you from a definite detachment from the song of words. The jellyfish continued to sting you, but you never stopped loving the sea, not realizing that it was the source of the primordial rhythm.
— May 01, 2024 12:58AM
