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Sometimes it seems to me that this winter will never end. The blame cannot be placed on snow or bone-shattering cold; on the contrary, it is their absence that makes the season seem infinite. I look out through the train's windows, only briefly resting my gaze on the white snow-islands. The majority of the ground's surface is covered by grey-brown polenta. They promised a decline in temperature by the evening. Then the slush will freeze up a bit, only to melt again tomorrow. Such a feeling of transition between solid and liquid slush. I ride with two bags and a rucksack. I am the only passenger in this car. I


He Was a GodSurrounded by targeting crossed winding roads, Where bliss is too easy to leave, T'was there that I met him, and he was a God In whom it's not hard to believeHe Was a God
As best as I could, then, I prayed and I thought, And lost sleep and walked like a wraith He calmly grew lovelier; he was a God That stood on the commoners' faith
I waited for marriage; I built him a home For us and the child with his face; He calmly refused me, for he was a God; He needed a temple and space
I put on a priest's garb, and daily I brought Untouchable sacrifice-maids He


MotherlandHeavens! All the years I have walked, and not taken a step Heavens! All the days I have sought what has always been there All the years I've been gnawing, in bread's place, my single raw love! All the lives that the steely black muzzle spits into my head!Motherland
Long-awaited and wide! Blackening headlights by the neighboring gate, Buttercups, handcuffs and torn mouth await All the times that my rolling, my poor severed head, From the o'erflowing gallows, has flown off to where is
Motherland! I go now to Motherland! Jeering "ugly", watch them stand,
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What is love? It is something we are constantly trying to define. My question is, why don't we stop trying to define it, and start trying to feel it? *Bree ~
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