The final attempt to strum

I have been getting strange states of déjà vu these last few days. I hear the phone without ringing, noises of all the coming visitors while no one is really here and I see your face in every corner I look. A half-wrecked wall, which […]

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Wo bist du mein Heimatland

Es war einmal eine Mutter, Die beschützte ihre Kinder vor aller Gefahr. Die Mutter des Arabischen. Ja… Die Mutter alles Arabischen. Gottes Paradies auf Erden, des Volkes Schatz in unseren Händen, unser wundervolles Land, unser anmutiges Land. Die warme Umarmung, die uns zusammen bringt, das […]

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Asphalt in our neighborhood

On that fateful day we had to cut our feet. Or at least so we thought, as we looked at the warm black paste that began to stretch out over our dusty playground, over the memory of the days we spent on this dust. The […]

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Bitter death in my pocket

I forget and I take death out of my winter coat I forget how I thought the earth was full of wings And I come down little by little with my old sorrow I say that sadness will go away And my reflection in the […]

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An exile for a book

Our national football team won a game yesterday. Or they did not? Doesn’t really matter. Time has passed in a strange way the last few days. I can feel the minute splits into seconds, seconds into parts and parts to nothing. I don’t even know […]

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Wine for a coffee buff

A phone is ringing somewhere. Someone is crying bitterly. Unfortunate news, probably. I’m used to bizarre dreams, those that do not take any interpretation or meaning. I remember the time I saw that I swallowed myself, then vomited it bitterly, it came out a child […]

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The closet

I sit in a small, modest room with one window. Most likely the room has not been opened for a while. The dust on the wooden wardrobe beside me screams in my face, and the smell of the Naphthalene eeks from every inch of the […]

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The nightmare

Do not wait for the nightmare to end. It’s the truth, it’s not a dream, you can just die.. I feel like a fish when I am sad, my skin scales and the melted wind shakes it in the water, I walk around with popeyed […]

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Harmonica

One year ago, I didn’t have a quarter of the wishes I have at this moment, this surprising development wasn’t the result of a sudden increase of my level of ambition, and it certainly wasn’t my birthday so I could blow away my wishes recklessly […]

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