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Killing days-- a memory of death

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     I was removing weeds in my garden over the summer, and saw a beetle deer flying over my head. Happy that I was not alone, and that such a majestic creature came into my space...      It wasn't always like that, though. There was a time, called innocence, when I would kill such creatures. Cold blooded, ruthlessly... I should not be amazed by any nowadays crimes... To kill a creature... it does not matter at this point if it's a human being or an animal, it is a being that has all rights to live and enjoy life, long or short.      I was building an insect collection for my biology class, back in sixth grade or something, and was thrilled with the project. Hanged out in the fields anyway during summer break, so why not do something like gathering insects, arrange them nicely in a box, and have them shown...? My grandfather got involved too, and came one time with a large beetle deer with spectacular antlers that he found around the house. ...
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Aglomerații

     Sa fi fost prin clasa a-VIII-a... mai mult ca sigur... Un an cheie pentru ca urma admiterea la liceu si toti cei din hoarda mea erau pisati cu toate lecțiile, si exercițiile, si comentariile, si tot ce trebuia sa facem sa fim considerați pregătiți pentru intrarea intr-un nou capitol din viața noastră de școlar: liceul. Totuși, mai scăpam noi la câte o distracție, ca altfel nu se putea...       Cam pe atunci aparuse si filmul Liceenii , cu Ștefan Bănică si Oana Sârbu. Făcuse mare valva, ca după revoluție vremurile se schimbau, rigiditatea se înmuia, austeritatea pălea, si era ceva nou sa vedem un film cu adolescenți in focurile bacului, care printre ale școlii mai aveau timp si de sex. Dar noi ăștia de a VIII-a  ii vedeam p-aia de- a-XI--XII-a ca oameni in toată firea, ce mai...       Si se făcea ca filmul se rula într-o clădire istorică din oraș, si am ajuns si eu cu colega de banca. Cinematograful era aglomerat peste măs...
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To the core

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Recently discovered the choreographer Basela Oleksii, and I find her approach quite original. In life, maybe you come across only a couple of pieces that touch you deeply. One of them, for sure:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RdIse6K54A&list=RDGNz9z5gDTjU&index=3
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Refugiu

M-am retras lângă mare-- un loc cu valuri calme si vuiet slab; Aud doar peștii clipocind, Si solzii lor strălucesc. Iar adâncuri... doar ale timpului si ale noastre, De n-ar fi atât al meu singur... Am zis ca aici vreau sa dorm...
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Riviera

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Ocean's sticky air,  Humid and salty-- Sweet young fall... It clings to my skin Like yours to mine Early this morning... I suck it  Like a succulent in a pot, And turn Greener and greener...
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Confessions

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     "You are not the product of a great love... You would have wished that, I know... Me and your father liked each other, and it was the right time to get married. It was ok for a while, but eventually relationship deteriorated and become pain..."      Young Forest knew it somewhat, as she had learned it through time, but now she had it in the most articulated form. And it was later in life, when her mother became more and more grave, pensive, and foreboding, and her words resonated differently, with an even more impact than before. As if she was making her last assertions before her untimely death.       "It is better for her to leave if she is suffering..."-- a fugitive thought came through Young Forest's mind feeling the other's dejection, although she was not, by any means, ready for a separation from her mother.      Young Forest's gut feelings did not err. Her mother was looking too much towards the past, and not t...
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Art

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When an ordinary feeling is transformed into something stunning... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNz9z5gDTjU&list=RDGNz9z5gDTjU&start_radio=1  
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