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Dance with your soul the body will follow.

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So here I was, sitting in the middle of the floor, in this cabin lost for the world, sitting on the edge of the hole in the floor, break wood, dust, and other debris floating around; I could not take my eyes out of it, beyond it darkness I know the earth has covered again the exit. And I’m still here shock to bits that I’m finally out, that the plan hatched worked out. I never thought it will so I guess why I’m still sit here, without moving.

My life is again mine to be, even I will have to lie low for a while, and change a few details, it will not be the first time this will happen; I feel the need to go out, so I step carefully, I gave a last look a this small place abandoned long time ago, and whisper thanks. I feel the warm in my arm tingle, but I stand my ground, feeling the energy seep from me, this feeling of gratitude. I had spent so long trapped, imprisoned in the hands of them. I still can’t feel the complete joy; too much for the memories to erase to at least to keep at bay. When it’s over I open my eyes again I the little cabin is back complete, the wooden planks just as nothing had happen.

I turn my back and open the small door, as my feet touch the ground, the earth sings for me, and I feel happiness surround me, I feel the earth breathing, as I do now, free. I know what I had lost, but at the same time I know what I need to find again. 

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Tell me what I want to hear.

Tell me the words, you whisper in her ear.

Tell me the meaning of all the universe.

Make me see what you see.

Just for once, see me here, I am here.

Letters to the unknown

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Beim Schlafenge

Going to sleep by Richard Strauss

Now that I am wearied of the day, my ardent desire shall happily receive the starry night like a sleepy child.

Hands, stop all your work. Brow, forget all your thinking. All my senses now yearn to sink into slumber.

And my unfettered soul wishes to soar up freely into night's magic sphere to live there deeply and thousandfold.

Now day has wearied me, O restless mind, turn mild, welcome the starry night, just like a tired child.

Leave off all labour, hands, forget all thinking, brow; my senses yearn to sink into a slumber now.

And my unguarded soul shall soar to heights untold, to live within night's spell – deeply, a thousandfold.

Translation: Christina Egan

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July 6th 2015

Dear one,

There is not time, I feel tired not just my body but my soul, is deep etched into my soul. I can’t stop the clock from ticking, I  just sit doing the same fighting and kicking against the usual suspects at work. I feel empty, please be patience with me. 

I’m so far away from you, I drive the same roads over and over again, seeing this city, feeling it more foreign to me  every single day. I used to like it, you know?, now its just tolerance for it.

You told me once to write to you, that you will understand; I do hope so. It’s just that I’m mad at me, my nights are dark, full of crying and despair, sleep will not come; my mind will not stop.

I wish the others will understand, but we are so wide apart from understanding that if I ever say something they toss it aside, nothing like that is important about me.

My dreams is all I have, and now sleepless night comes, and take away the only things I have for me: my dreams. 

For now I only want to sleep, and if today I’m lucky I will dream about you.

With Love

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August 2nd 2015

My dear one,

Being broken, does not mean I am done. When times are not so good, and when I got angry, desperate, mad and  I wish for your sake and mine that I was not sick, and I will not have this age, and all these issues that come inside of me.

I wish some many things from the past, took better chances when they presented themselves, perhaps all this will be fixed. 

I wish I could run away from here far away, not taking a car but a plane and put an ocean between all the sorrows and me.

I wish, my dearest, that I still dream, because those are the ones that keep me alive.

With love

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December 4th 2015

There will never be snow in this forgotten place, as it will never be the home I miss.

I will sit in the window, looking at the grey sky, the dry wind blows.

Nothing spare me from the pain of your absence.

Nothing will spare those who take you away from me.

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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of sun and it the morning, We will remember them