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My stories

Song from the ashes

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Sand-shift of hours, persistently dissolving, the little gems, granite-reality, the immovable block, where times turn like weather vanes. Life blows...

Together

sky-born we looked at the world, you and I, at the same time each glance was a renewal, but now, after time passed, we fell into a loss of dream, you...

“As a watch in the night” (Psalm90,4-6)

As if a trespasser arrived at a room without sound, with no moaning, but its absence, the vague feeling of someone sleeping, or people suddenly stop...

Upside down world

Where justice walks sedated and the cries of the children are no longer heard. Where the air has lost its purity and we breathe in and out Gamma rays...
Cherry

Dead young soldiers

Lonely, under darkest earth, in the softest weaving night are the long lost boys still dreaming of a God who did not hear them, of dead eyes in...

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