Is there anything that you can believe?
Sometimes it happens that there's nothing left after you believe something right and devote yourself to it.
Even if you want to think them back again, you can't find any piece of them left after broke in a moment .
She committed suicide.
People in distress has no words.
She used to say,
Finding yourself ? That thing is a fake.
How can you be so naive?
Fortunetelling is just a way of making money.
You can find yourself as you die.
How can you help people find themselves even though you can't find yourself?
Isn't it ridiculous? Great people who create this society know themselves.
You see? You can't see yourself because you can't see the others.
Because they are selfish.
She was my friend, a tarot reader.
She committed suicide because she chose to do so as a part of her life not because she wanted to escape from something.
Instead of words, suicide was an assertion for her .
She will change our existing fortunetelling from heaven.
I believe so.By shaman shiko
"Translation:Kuria"
I am sorry.
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SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
There's much in the world that you can't explain.
It's revealed for you to remember
by the whispering voice of a distant train
or a midnight rain in november.
Horizon within! You can always find
the keys to Enigma. Let's mention
one basic Truth: of spirited Mind
is Nature naught but extension.
Internal expanses! In dreams, ridden
by fear and longing you roam
that deep Southeast in your soul hidden
...on your random journey back home.
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As a native Swede, I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.
My Poems
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La présence; un coup de vie morte? non, ce n'est qu'être. Et puis pour l'errante fenêtre: étant vue la nuit, dans tous le
coins des rues de la veille la même étoile.
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Poétudes
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Schwarzez birne!
Aufforderung zur Erotik.
Fremde Gedichte
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En el archipielágo del mundo
los recursos son concentrados,
algunos barcos azulos
partieron para la isla más azula.
Uno grito bajo la mesa
vuelca uno cantaro;
visitantes paran
en preguntas silenciosas –
el anacrusa de una tromba
remolinea en la biblioteca.
My Spanish Poetry
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