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Your lack. A shadow of mine. A faithful follower. Life partner. Your absence rules me.

You lived. You remember. Insurgent memory. Against the summers. The winters. Locked. One season the whole year. Her’s

The greatest pleasure. It takes breaths. A conquest.To be able to can.

You unwrap your gift. Some day. You keep your breath. You wait. For her kiss.

Difficult ones. Stumbling breaths. Injustice raises a fence. In a sunless place it imprisons the hours.

Volunteer saviors are crowded. One more time. Psalms – screams. Obviously fake. They lack reason. They smuttily compare disasters. Unable to build lives.

You add words. The story grows. You live without need. It’ not missed. You found the holy grail.

What a strange mechanism is that of a human being. It’s just enough to take them out of their habbits, to deprive them of some of their simple options, their own daily habits to make them take them back in a whille and appriciate them as pricious. Until the routine sits like dust over them dazzling its shine, hiding the joy. We grow ap along with our game. We paly hide and seek even before we learn to talk and we never stop palying this game usually looking gor our hidden joy. Of course there are more importantnt things for us are hidden, too. Is life a game wthat has rules? How mischievous are you allowed to be? You don’t win the game painlessly. Would you be lucky forever? This is difficult.

The Underground Youth – Revolution Revisited

You give birth to many lives. They breathe in the new pages. They give life the journey you dreamed of.

There is after. New. Unwritten. A continuity commits. Cheerfully. You lengthen the lines in your book. You age beautifully every generation. You want. The next day to add value.