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Hora Prima Diurna The soft rays of the early morning sun entered my room through the narrow slits in the windows. The rising sun on the bosom of my fertile Pompeii, my own land of happiness. I could see my father, Koios, getting ready to go out like everyday. “Vesuvius, wake up to this…
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Snow was falling on the corpses of the Red Army soldiers. What should I call them? Enemies? Brothers? Dutiful slaves? The world was being annexed by authoritarian regimes while Stalingrad was closing on us. I was drinking hot water made by Klaus to keep us warm. Life hadn’t been easy in this part of the…
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This is a story of a flower. A flower championing through hindrances and classism. The world was hostile, tried to stem her blooming but she didn’t acquiesce, she didn’t lose. He had named me Iris. “So Iris, do you want to be a farmer?” he asked while I held his uncharacteristically tender fingers. Looking at…
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Snow falls, erasing my prints. Yet minutes had passed and I hadn’t left her street. Because there was she was, looking from the window. I ran across the snowy street throwing the snow around and went at the door. It had to open. I wasn’t going to go back and lose this battle so easily.…
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I was young. So was she. Walking down the street on a cold winter night, we were just so young. Discombobulated thoughts in my mind, just the cold in her body. I looked up in the sky and asked her if she knew any constellations. Sadly, she could just look up and wondered why I…
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Arcs of light. Bands of photons shooting through the magnetosphere. Sprightly optical emissions cajoling Earth through magic. Are you in control? From the top of the faucet, it flows down and hits the bottom? Splash! The repetitive sounds of water compressing the air and creating that hubbub. I can hear it creaking through the pipes,…
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Beyond. There she was, standing under an umbrella. Large drop, small drop, round drop, oval drop. Swaying her umbrella a little towards right, a little to the left just so that the drop wins this race. Was she sad? Was she happy? I couldn’t determine. All I could see was drops of water rolling down…
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A face so beautiful that only time could defeat it. I saw her for the last time falling in the horizon. The clock ticked slowly. I wish I could turn back the clock and bring the wheels of time to stop. Dreams. They are seas of creativity. Dive deeper. Daytime preoccupations disappear, thoughts change. Jump…
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Take 1 : They are just spies. I was one of them. A fugitive from recognition and the instant. Just as I was running away, I bumped into her. I asked myself, “Is there something I should know?” Through the snow, through the vacillation and through my eyes, I could see her. She was wearing…
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In her name, most beautiful, most elegant. A drop of dew on the slender leaf, A tear drop on the face of time, I observe her, the sun reveres her. Light flowing through her clefts, Between those lines on her forehead, Are the epitaphs of éclat. A strand of hair meandering across her…
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