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And the cold ground has a gentle rug of colors and candles of the magnolia trees begin to shine.
When the moon is brighter even if it is new and the tides are deeper and greedy.
And the winds are furious and blow off the hottest and the coldest days in another dimension.
Winter starts to cry like warm rain on the budding trees until spring pet her with a sunny hand.
Crying is a simple song, only three tones, but the world is changing completely.
I new that has something bizarre in this shop
One day I just dived into it.
At the back a mirror shone like a pond.
I stepped in front of it and started to fix my shirt and tie.
The landscape behind started to change. I saw a muddy river and heard a flute start to play.
I saw how my tie isn't already a tie but a dark silver snake and her fizzle maw was getting closer to my face...Run!
Suddenly a girl jumped from somewhere, cut it off and threw it into the ditch.
"Chai?"
When Dad met her, she studied at the university and worked as a street artist along with several other fellow students.
It is not even her face: covered with white, painted lips and a clown's nose. The colour of her eyes is indefinable, like holes on her face. Not even her hair, some red plastic cover on her blond curls. Not even her gestures, because she plays a role - must be sad and funny at the same time, causing emotions.
Still provokes. Sometimes I smile looking at the photo, sometimes I cry.
He climbed the stairs, hesitated a little in front of the door, then gently pressed the handle.
Walked down the corridor and entered the living room. Somebody left the lights on. Most of the furniture was missing, but the couch was there covered with white sheets. His mother always kept some in the wardrobe.
He sat down and stared at the empty, dark wall opposite.
It was said that your life was passing in front of you like a movie when you were dying.
He thought that will start to live from now.
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And straight off after the coffee and first conversation we kept our hands warm in his pocket.
The windsurfers were moving fast enjoying the wind and we walked talking in the cold with frozen faces.
Nobody expected to go there so fast but maybe the wind, maybe the cold… We joked and laughed a lot and I put this sweet jelly jaws in a glass of water next to the bed and said:
“Lets pretend that we are old and wrinkled and have lived together for a hundred years.”
Then we made love like we knew each other for a thousand years.
There was no next time. His friend told me that he drowned with his boat in a storm.
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Words that stop the sea
Nothing could stop the cold sea. They built dikes, walls but the waves jumped over like racing horses and invaded the houses. People did not even bother to remove furnishings, everything was well salted.
Until that day when the boy with a broken heart wrote this angry words on the wall:
"Hate you, bitch, get back from my life..!"
The waves did not touch even the dike, the ocean got back.
The old ones were glad: "The water is stil witful, sensitive woman." said.
The boy has always thought that the women are only harbors.
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