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A walk in the cold night air shortly after the Madrid sun has sunk and the sky is pink and orange. Past the institute of biodiversity and the water features I walk and I am dazzled by the beauty of this city, and I am proud to witness these sights walking so close to my own home. Moments later I am with friends; Spanish, French,...
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There is this natural, untouched beauty in abundance and there are so many things that I would love to show to you, so many things that I’d love to share with you. Then I remember… you’re gone, you’ve moved on, you no longer care, and it is simply pathetic that I am still thinking of you as you create new memories with new lovers. Each...
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Sometimes the arrogance of your stupid youth is frustrating to me but, ultimately, I know that you will learn the lessons we all learn. I just hope that you have written down some of my words so that, one day, you can look back and say ‘he was right about this’. I suppose, ultimately, it doesn’t matter… we all lead different lives and at 41...
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Searching for words to describe a feeling, a fear, a fall when sometimes it seems there is no escape from it all and the ruthless machine simply grinds on and on. People come and go rapidly because, as the twenty-first century blisters away, everybody wants new new new new. Our fast-food high-speed internet junkie culture kills our concentration and our imagination and makes us seek...
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White blue days drift rapidly past as I gaze out of my window and sip upon a drink. The drink gradually blurs reality as I see my neighbours walk by. A couple and one child. They look into my window and see me as I take a sip and I see the look of pity/fear/judgement in their eyes. It makes me feel better. Their house...
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Reaching out, reaching out but my hands simply grasp in the dark. My heart leaps and misses. My mind fails to connect. Love is a death pool. And here I am, the fool who still hopes and clings and strives only to be greeted with a dark and bitter silence. There are some who remain upon the periphery, always afraid of being too close or...
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In our imperfections lies our beauty. It is our imperfections that make us unique and alluring this is the case with every human being I find attractive and it is the case with the forms of music and literature that I love. Animals too. There is a cat who often waits around in my garden around the time that I get home from work. This...
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When the book closes you are gone and I am once more alone but the words continue to speak to me and as I walk through the street back to my house to escape the masses of people all crammed into their cars and stuck in traffic jams as they try to make it to the parks to linger in the sun I think of...
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Sometimes you have to leave the house. Sometimes, when the knives and razors and pills and bottles are calling your name, you have to leave the house. Sometimes you do silly things like come to the bar and sit alone drinking beer in the presence of a woman you love from afar and it probably does nothing other than make you look like an idiotic,...
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All of todays writings and joys have just changed. Funny how a few words can cause that emotional black cloud to arise. The ice at some point must thaw... this fucking ice age that has set in physically and metaphorically. It is said that one should not run away from problems. But what exactly is running away? Some say dont run away and some say...
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Don't take everything so seriously. Don't take everything you read so seriously. Don't take yourself so seriously. You will often find that you're not as good as you think you are or that you're not as bad as you think you are. Often you will find those who believe themselves to be good are actually pretty bad and those who believe themselves to be bad...
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Beautiful writing left to us by authors who penned their thoughts and troubles are often so electric and joyous that they are enough to help us through the dark night. Often when there has been negative communication or a hopeless breakdown or even just a hopeless, cold longing... the wonderful words of another human being put to page many years ago are like a guiding...
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