Scribbling:
“Who else but
the night could sing such as
The sea! while
touching its shores
Drenched of
passion, asking to be caressed
As if to melt, longing
for a kiss
Holding myself
dearly, how I wish…”
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“Free fall, into an abyss, he imagined and bent himself. He imagined falling down and down, till he reaches end of it, end of darkness,... -
"The night was young and he was drunk, wandering in the darkness, looking for North Star to position him at the edge, to save him f...
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Scribbling: Tragedy of Wanderer: “Moments, when you cannot get high enough on alcohols but only blood, your own, which you must drai...
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