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EPISODES OF NIGHT Grasshoppers chirp with a loud voice As if Tashkent is being boiled in bowl. There, far away, with seductive look Some prostitutes are smoking cigarette. Cars are flooding in the magistral They pause a little without any aim. From Nexia up to Nissan you may see SmokeContinue Reading

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CHILDREN ARE SPECIAL AND GROWING UP By Maic Corbic I am especially happy. because I grew up in the area Which study gives me life It is not easy at all. I know that it’s my time. was created only to be like that as I create I know thatContinue Reading

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Provisions Follow the Man Imperceptible baby wails find no home in such closets of grand illusion, a drafting table angled to meet the rising sun; I have never been a morning person, but others seem to have mastered the more sleepless of arts among us, the dandy walkers and muslinContinue Reading

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Writings by Francesco Favetta Italy (Sicily) 🇮🇹 Learn to love wounds Continue the story in the folds of time in the days in the rain even in storms incessantly goes on nothing stops it imposing creates emptiness. The voice without his words it is never tied to the roots neitherContinue Reading

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Three Poem by Lora Pak Kim 1. I will fill up my heart with more love I will fill up my heart with more love, So the blood quickens up through my veins, And I’ll wrap up my soul in new patience, So that happiness comes in the end. AtContinue Reading

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1. Understand There is no love by heart in this soil, And non-loyalty this world does spoil Hearts have been wounded from idlers above Left but is hypocrisy, you couldn’t that shove. Chastity is lost in manners of men, No humanity in real or in dream does remain All areContinue Reading

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Time and us Time is passing by and with that I am passing too Have many questions to ask to myself Have many answers to give to myself too A lot has changed with passing time Along with has changed my thoughts and feelings Sometimes I searched for myself AndContinue Reading

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ETERNAL By Radka Atanasova I spring up from the abyss. From the Infinity. From where there are no senses. I pant. I suffer spumously. And I’m getting out of this. I rumble and crawl angrily. I knock down the rocks. I’m dying. I’m undermining. I ate the stone even. In droughtContinue Reading