tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40904407538450530122011-08-02T23:26:16.570+02:00Like a bridge over TREBLED water...Clef de Solhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14101260681462653436noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4090440753845053012.post-9809664123635772802010-07-04T21:09:00.002+02:002010-07-04T21:18:30.636+02:00

Your silences and minedo not correspond, -respond, -respond, -respond...

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On May the 25th, 2004, I passed my A levels in the most successful way imaginable.The weather was freezing, not at all spring-like and yet I managed to find three four-leave clovers three days before the exam.And our national ice hockey team lost the chance for medals against the USA. 2:3.On May the 25th,2010 I am going to try and pass my final/university –leaving exam. At the comparative

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"I just can't imagine spending the rest of my (sexual) life with no one but her"someone said and sipped the wine"I just can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone but her"someone said and all was fine...***a friend of mine proposed to another friend of mine todaywhile I was at the cemeterywatching swallowsall of them were headed southsoon I hope to follow...

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Haven't heard this one for a long time...Cause distance causes only silence...

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I have been more than extremely tired and busy lately as to have some power left for writing this and today is no exception. But I have experienced such a strong feeling of happiness today that I considered keeping at least a tiny part of it here as a defence against whatever worse may come in the future worth the time.I have met honest people who found my lost money and gave them back.I have met

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Behind your neighbour's panties with a lace that have been covering your window for two days, behind the solid wall made of books you will never have time enough to readbehind the sea of abstract terms you won't dare to swim across(fear death by words!)there is a worldwhere stories can yet be told in an untold wayamong people having their dinner served on the ruins of a gothic chapeland pigeons

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How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night, and night by day, oppress'd? And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me; The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day, to please them thou art

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is Crusoe in England by Elizabeth Bishop.I often gave way to self-pity. "Do I deserve this? I suppose I must. I wouldn't be here otherwise. Was there a moment when I actually chose this? I don't remember, but there could have been." What's wrong about self-pity, anyway? With my legs dangling down familiarly over a crater's edge, I told myself "Pity should begin at home." So the more pity I felt

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They say: "There is no place like home"but heaven sometimes equals hellthe bell's chimes have just flown to Romemy soul desires to fly as well...

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Full moon nights usually bring epiphanies to me. My soul is somehow more receptive face to face with Lady Selene and I can remember our interviews for a long time.Yet this day was so emotionally exhausting that a little sensibility was left for the rarely yellowish glare above Juliet's balcony. It had been a real Fool's day for me and I was fed up with anything foolish or fullish. Moonlight

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In the beginning everything was Pure as snow, but then Ashes came... The Battle of Heaven took place and brought a lot of fear, but I have burried it in the sea. I took a Silent flight and when the Sleeping Dawn came, I decided to Follow the map to find the Everlasting light...No words can express the gratefulness for every opportunity/inspiration to create a new story with a happy ending in my

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"Literature is a phase of life. Ifone is afraid of it, the situation is irremediable; ifone approaches it familiarly,what one says of it is worthless."from a poem by Marianne Moore; 1920

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At the very moment this post appears hereI AM HAVING MY HAIR CUTand there is nothing you or I can do about it.And no, I have not gone completely mad.And yes, I still have that dream of having it as long as Rapunzel one day.But sometimes you just have to take a step back to move forward....Warning's fair, I don't care, anymore...Further apology/ explanation later.

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"On 25 February 1980, after leaving a lunch party held by Francois Mitterrand, Barthes was struck by a laundry van while walking home through the streets of Paris. He succumbed to his injuries a month later and died on 25 March."(source: Wikipedia)

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You can write and publish three different versions of your own biography and still become a reputable author.(epiphany from an African-American literature seminar, talking about Frederick Douglass)

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They used to call me a cherry twig.A cherry twigcan give you the pleasureof pure white fragile flowerseven in Decemberwhen treated with care.You might have been watering itwith your own tearsStill...how can you expectbeing rewardedby a sweet red fruitwhen your havingthe cherry twigwas based on breaking it first?I am a cherry twig no moreI was brokencherries stand for innocenceand my pure

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*Go to sleep late and get up earlytell them to leave you all alonedon't comb your hair, just leave it curly,and bite the hand which touched the phoneYou must not miss them or feel so desperateYou must not think of sun and springRead, write and focus to the last bitor you will destroy everything*

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If I should choose a compensatory day for celebrating my birthday, it would be February the tenth. This date reminds me of two extreme experiences which had quite significant impact on my life:The first took place nineteen years ago, when my parents were recommended -ironically enough, for the sake of MY health- to move from the capital (where I was born) to a smaller city surrounded by mountains

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Last night I didn't get a wink of sleep, in spite of my being very tired. I was too nervous because of the final deadline which will decide about my remaining a student or remaining without a degree for the rest of my life.I am not paralyzed so much by the fact that there are seven essays waiting to be written in one week time, but that there is one more, longer essay, on the topic I do not

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I don't know. Maybe I am still feverish, maybe I just have read too much of "that stuff". But I have definitely not been eating too much lately, which makes me feeble and capable of dozing off in full daylight, not being able to fall asleep at night on the contrary. One day I felt angry with my neighbours just because they cooked something very aromatic and used a lot of garlic for it and the

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Too great to be spoiled with more words:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LUYExVWlAY

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Sorry, Björk, I have to disagree, emergency is NOT where I want to be... but who cares, right?Let's just say that the nearest pharmacy on Monday was closed "due to ilness" and the second nearest did not have the medicine I needed and that my fever got worse and I had such a terrible cough that I thought I would suffocate, so I finally had to rely on my friends. They brought me something to drink

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I was having surprisingly pleasant dream about my ex-boyfriend and his present day girlfriend having a wonderful time during their holiday. Perhaps there is something nice awaiting me as well, thought I, when the early alarm clock interrupted the dream and I had to get up very quickly to be able to pick up the charger and the present for one Lady with a capital L, whose birthday celebration I was

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In a naive try not to get infected I went to sleep in the room with my parents. Soon after I had finally fallen asleep I heard my father saying "thirty-eight". Which meant Celsius degrees. Which meant he had a fever. Which meant me and my mother got up to bring him paracetamol and water and perhaps new sheet and blankets. Which meant we met in the kitchen and my mother was not expecting me and

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No. I did not spend this weekend playing would-be entertaining adolescent games with a group of drunken friends. Quite the contrary, I went home with the plan to try and behave in as adult way as possible. So why did I choose such a confusing headline for my entry again? Well, first of all, it is a good eye-catcher, isn’t it (wish I could include it in my essay somehow, I really do); usually

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I got quite used to minor, more or less regular (with a natural tendency to come at the least appropriate moment like the night before an important essay deadline) blackouts at our dormitories. The aftermath of the last one I most probably still feel in the form of my stomach ache (the blackout took place when I was at work and it took our fridge out of service, which lead to the fact that most

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For each ecstatic instantWe must an anguish payIn keen and quivering ratioTo the ecstasy.For each beloved hourSharp pittances of years,Bitter contested farthingsAnd coffers heaped with tears.

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The cold is getting unbearableand all the medicine you have tried...Throw off your fears as you throw pebbles,then spread your wings and off you fly!There IS a bridge from dark to lightfrom deepest black to green and pinkand if you want you really mightfind at the end the door to spring:Find snowdrops and forget about snowflakesand breathe the air with ancient treesForget the "puddles", call them

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In some other universeYouwould smite my needless fears*Being burnt by frozen tearsIkeep stuck in the perverse

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I was carrying a really huge and heavy bag and feeling like the provebial Bull in a Chinashop, except for the fact that I was standing in the middle of an eyewear store. When I took the bag off my back without breaking a single pair of those hundreds of pairs of glasses around me, the shop assistant looked very relieved and offered her help immediately. I told her in a simpliest and silliest way

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You know, I really, really hoped, everything would get better one day.There must be an end to all suffering, misfortunes, misunderstandings and bad luck.But maybe Frank Zappa was right: torture never stops.I was looking forward to this weekend, hoping to see my father succesfully recovering from his surgery, hoping to talk to my mother in a friendly way, now that there are no secrets -at least

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Yesterday my aunt came to the town to attend a conference for teachers of business English with me. Due to my rather depressive state of mind, almost sleepless night from Friday to Saturday and several more reasons (especially that the conference took almost the whole rarely sunny day of my rare free time) I did not enjoy the lectures as much as in the previous years. What I did really enjoy was

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I stood in the mistand hesitatedbetween must, could have, might and canthen took a deep breath-and suffocatedwith artificial oxygen.

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The Day has come-The Marriage of Heaven and Hell-I hardly Night from Day can telltroublesome.In greyness mingle black and white...To all the the old Gods (or One that rules them all)I pray with all my might:"Please, change the fashion of this fall"So that Juliet will knowin the abyss under her balconyin spite of all the snowJoy and Sorrowjust tomorrowwill be joined in harmony*

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Autumn has a lot of faces... the present one is the most scary one...I like Autumn.But I don't like it crying and being cold and grey.I don't like myself being such.I don't like people around me being such...So here it goes... Sun burning with frost...All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey...The craws' cawing not included...Never more.

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When I was at the elementary school, my roommate (classmate then) had a habit of recording songs she liked from the radio. As I did not have conditions for doing the same, I often borrowed her collection of cassettes and thus our taste in music became similar. I knew what I was listening to thanks to my classmate’s perfectionism in labeling everything the moment she recorded it. Times

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by Ezra Pound O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,With the little bright boxes piled up neatly upon the shelvesAnd the loose fragment cavendish and the shag,And the bright Virginia loose under the bright glass cases,And a pair of scales not too greasy,And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in

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Progress report : Mission "Save - Our- Studies" - Part one complete.Sitting in a computer lab at our faculty, trying to pretend that the last two brain cellules that have survived last four almost sleepless nights, not to mention September the Eleventh, and more importantly, the Tenth, are still capable of producing thoughts worth writing in the essays or at least here...So what else has happened

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Well, the rumours in media were obviously true. The university teachers are so much underpaid in our country that they must have at least one more job except from teaching, in order to survive. Otherwise I just can’t understand, why the hell should I be forced to stay at school until 7.05 p.m. four times a week for the third semester in a row... I mean, as a working student, and a teacher, too,

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... and if I ever pass all my tests, whether blood or school ones, I am really going to take this "I-want-to-learn-to-play-the-piano" thing more seriously than ever before...Because sometimes when you are feeling down, the best thing is just to cry it out... and it just sounds so much better with some kind of musical instrument and you just can't scream into the flute properly, you know... It's

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Three pages in an hour.Dream of any translator paid for the number of pages done.Fatal speed.Still not quick enough.If I don't make it at least five pages in an hour, there's no chance for me to remain in the status of student.If I make it five pages in an hour, I will be dead by tomorrow.Couldn't sleep last night. Was crying because of some messages received and sent and because of my being

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... but some deadlines just won't know perfection...This butterfly won't survive this winter.Will I?

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After several hopeless days of toil and trouble and still not being able to bring my essay on Macbeth and Citizen Kane to some smart ending, I put it aside a few days ago and continued working on the "aesthetical" essay about Schiller instead.In the morning I realized that I have not counted my choosing the Master specialisation at my second department among all these "to-do" things yet. After

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Trapped between the Hills of Sorrow And Moutains of All-this-work-to-do Too heavy to float above them Too light to cry the raindrops out Forgotten and left behind I know I am a lonely cloud but I almost do not mind…

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One of the things I really love is the sound of bells, especially the church one's.I have mentioned before that I am quite sensitive (in a positive sense) to low tones, so I generally prefer sad piano tunes to those quick ones, tenor recorder to the soprano, violoncello to the violin, big drums to the small ones. But the sound of the bells always and reliably makes the deepest strings inside my

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How do you know that the holidays are definitely over?First of all, your sister's alarm clock rings at 5.55 am, then again at 6 o'clock and then about three times more, in five minutes intervals, again and again until she finally manages to realize that she is going to be late for school... Several hateful looks at her older sis, who goes to this "university for lazy ones" and does not have to

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No, I am not going to discuss any mathematical or physical paradoxes here, I will gladly leave that to my sister and her, eh, followers.Almost two years ago a certain wise man (who happens to be a Shakespearean theatre workshop leader at our faculty) said to my "just expelled" classmate:"Don't despair. In a five years time it won't matter anymore."At that time, however, it was as helping a

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"Since light so necessary is to life,And almost life itself, if it be trueThat light is in the Soul,She all in every part; why was the sightTo such a tender ball as th' eye confin'd?So obvious and so easie to be quench't,And not as feeling through all parts diffus'd,That she might look at will through every pore?" John Milton; Samson Agonistes

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On the way to one’s Master’s degree there are many minor obstacles. Some of them are supposedly easy to deal with (getting books from a closed library, doing research on the Internet when the connection has failed, overcoming one’s terrible headaches and pretending that one can actually read from the monitor for hours, knowing when and where to find your teachers when their consultation hours

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I was preparing a special post for this 25th.It should have been optimistic and colourful.Yet some days (and especially nights) are just more painful than the others.And I just had to get this pseudo-emo-stream of consciousness out of my head instead.Sorry. Still haunted by the shadows of those yearsBy tricky promises and places never seenBy copper rings and childish dreams and tearsBy

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Approximately three years ago there was one of these crazy days in my adventurous life, when most of my classmates had a common dinner in a pub, while I was ill and staying in bed with my headphones on. Later I learned (not for the last time unfortunatelly) that alcohol can make even very shy friends very talkative.What happened was, that a very good friend of mine X told a group of my

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The other day, when I was enjoying some happy moments watching the "Capricorns" at the ZOO, my eye was (actually both of my eyes were then) caught by an inscription which said: "A male bouquetin is a potentially dangerous animal. Please, do not come any closer." I couldn't help but laugh, as I was somehow identifying myself with these stubborn animals, not only because of my being born in the

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L´amour c´est la mortqui ouvre la porteje vois, que tu sorsavec le sourireL´amour c´est une voilepleine d´étoilesil faut, que tu ailleschercher les yeux grispartout...(lyrics by Radůza)

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"On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux."Antoine de Saint Exupéry; Le Petit Prince

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The Dresden Dolls - The Sheep song Red brush Washing up Look I made america Hush hush Don't don't rush And don't try to care too much Brown wine Turpentine Somethings musn't be combined Sleep now Never fear All your animals are here Counting sheep I lay me down to sleep But I see a sheep that will not leave From the back they catch him in a trap Hit his head and send him off to bed Cutting by

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The cheap hotel in which we decided to spend our first night was surprisingly comfortable and clean. The blankets were warm and beds were soft and after the whole day of traveling and a nice evening walk along the river we were quite tired, so I expected that we would spend the rest of the night sleeping really, really tight. Naïf! In the middle of the night I woke up, shaking uncontrollably

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The best result of the mentioned difficult December exams was not my feeling not so dull after all, but my meeting and gaining a new friend, Katie, with whom I shared not only the pre-exam stress and notes, but also quite a lot of other joys, worries and interests. She was expelled from our faculty because of her being ill (and hospitalized), working too much and caring about others too much.

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Rincewind the Wizzard fears the number eight.Le Petit Soleil loves it.Although I really like the nuber's shape, I still think that Rincewind's approach to it is far better founded than Le Soleil's.Today, there are three eights in the calendar.The most controversial olympic games ever are beginning in Beijing.Iron Maiden are performing live in Prague at EIGHT o'clock in the evening.My sore eye is

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Momentary happiness and a peace of mind.Such a rare feeling in the last years of my life I find it worth mentioning, saying aloud, writing down, or otherwise prolonging my being aware of it when I experience it. Actually, one of the reasons for my keeping this virtual diary was to help myself survive the hard times by not forgetting about the happy ones. I know that there are people in much

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I spent this afternoon working and actually enjoyed it.Well, there wouldn't (and shouldn't) be anything so unusual about that if it wasn't working manually, in our garden, in a very hot weather, and in spite of my still feeling a little bit dizzy.The main reason why it was "absolutely necessary" (in my mother's words) to go to our garden (which, most surprisingly, is NOT situated anywhere near

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If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.Kahlil Gibran

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Some kind of skyparade seems to be taking place here this week...Pity that these rare moments are always so difficult to preserve...But I think that given the conditions (and the not-very-high-quality camera I was able to borrow within seconds), I was quite lucky to have the chance to take at least a few pictures and keep the joy for just a little longer:

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…and after all these lonely years the lovers shed some happy tears: To such a love the Rain did bow Night and Despair brought were low and colours freed walked up the bridge and for a while made all souls rich cause they could see the golden spot never mind that there’s no pot…

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Oh, brave and mighty Shiny knightwho guards the gleaming gates of sky!To good he lends his warmth and light,punishes those who fly too high.And behind the gate in greyness dimdwells pretty Lady Shadowwho sends amorous looks to himacross the starry meadow...Once when the day was nearing noonshe, desperate, began creepingpast knight Sun's silver sister, Moonwho off duty was sleeping.And as her

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Now man can be opposed to himself in a twofold manner;either as a savage, when his feelings rule over his principles;or as a barbarian, when his principles destroy his feelings....The cultivated man makes of nature his friend, and honors its friendship, while onlybridling its caprice.Friedrich Schiller; Letters on the Aesthetical Education of Man

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The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word 'crisis'.One brush stroke stands for 'danger', the other for 'opportunity'. John F. Kennedy, Speech in Indianapolis, April 12, 1959

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When I went out the other day,something strange caught my eye--three brand new dustbins along the waywelcoming passers bywith words in fresh paint on three fields of the familiar fence:WASTE OF TIMEandWASTE OF LOVEandWASTE OF CONFIDENCE*

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... all my bags are packed (oh, how I wish it could be true)I'm ready to go (Am I really?)I'm standing here, outside MY door,I hate to wake MY ROOMMATE up to say goodbyeBut the dawn is breaking, it's DAMN early morn (after five hours of light sleep)and HIS car is waiting he's ... (censored)Already I'm so lonesome I could cry (well, that's correct, crying already).I hate the end of academic

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"It was a mistake."you said that morningand cut my heart without a knife."Mistakes bring bad luck, believe my warning...How could you base your luck on errors?I am not ready to have a wife..."I took my breath and said with terror:"If you must, leave me, say it's over...But for the rest of your own liferemember four-leaf clover!"

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Pretending that I am all rightYou knowThat I am not...For every painful lonely nightMy heartI thank a lot

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"Nobody has time to read such "Tolstoyan" posts. They might be interesting but only as long as ten lines, I will not read anything longer - we live in the age of Internet, do you get me? Moreover, if you are such a graphomainiac, why don't you finish your bloody essays, first? "All right, my imaginary friend, I see what you mean. I have written this "shortest ever" (unless I start to write

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It has been quite a long time since I have finished reading all accessible books by Tolkien and spent many hours talking to similarly "handicapped" friends, discussing the genius and mistakes of Peter Jackson and his adaptation of LOTR. ("Never mind Tom Bombadil, but how could they afford replacing Glorfindel by Arwen?" –"Wait, does that mean Aragorn was a gay in the book?"). Not that we came to

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I have always been a music lover. And I have always been an admirer of nice ornaments, symbols and fonts. Yet of all the complicated Celtic ornaments or breathtaking illuminations in medieval books none became as close to my heart and as typical attribute of mine as this simple musical sign – the Treble Clef. It somehow happened to grow up with me, got attached to me and stayed with me (which

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Important events in my life take place on 25th . I was born on Christmas day; I passed my A levels on the 25th of May;I survived the final driving license examination on the 25th of July.On different 25th's I met one of my loves and lost the other.I will never forget some events I took part in when the number 25 appeared in my calendar and I have started writing this journal (on January 25th,

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