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There is no death, only a change of worlds…..

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13 0ctober 1963- 21 august 2012


Nadia Wicker….Miercurea fara cuvinte…

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…My enemies…

Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here with Carmen

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Villa Escudero Waterfall restaurant

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The Power…

Dreams,

They’re all the same.

Pleasant fantasies becoming real.

Materializing hope,

Wishes,

Lies.

The water is calm,

Blanketed by the warmth of the sun.

The Birds sing in a chorus of nature and serenity.

Everything is right.

This is false security made in the depths of Hell.

Soon the downward spiral into the inferno begins,

And brings me to the painful,

Smiting abomination that is real life.

The birds’ songs are choked by the wicked cries of torment and agony,

Lush forests are burnt to the ground,

Just like the lives beneath them.

Smoke and ash fill the fogging air

As the world becomes clarity around me.

Plentiful fields warped and distorted into waste land lay before me.

The downward spiral

Turns to a sudden stop on the ground,

As I am fully awake to the truths of the world.

We wait for the light but behold darkness.

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The light inside……

Beautiful, beautiful words but together in life,
But there is no life,
Just the shadows, drifting aimlessly in the minds,
Apart from who we can be,
The silvery moon can create light,
So why are we dark, gloomy souls,
The endless horror in which we live,
Can be changed,
But to grasp reality too hard can make its difference,
The translucent love is gratefully still there,
But is hard to see for our eyes are blocked,
Continually forgetting what this once stunning world had,
The ominous ghost the haunts us as we stumble,
But there are still the brilliant stars in the black night,
And the sun behind the storm,
For we must cast those mysterious spirits away,
And find the light inside.

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People are made of places…

People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.

Where I come from, people
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint,
with yards where hens and chickens circle about,
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
are the mind’s chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.

A door in the mind blows open, and there blows
a frosty wind from fields of snow.

Elizabeth Brewster

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Calling dragons and demons…

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…grabbing my nuts…

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A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe…

A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?

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