Category: Short prose
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Thou that never hadst the trust
Thou that never hadst the trust of giving me thy telephone number: When thou walk by the park and thou find a lonely man sitting beside a guitar, that seems to not have been played in weeks, drinking from a silver flask, do not run nor fear thinking that he is a vicious dangerous stranger……
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Permit thy ignition
Who could blame that man because thou thinkst so much in him? I blame, not him, but thee, princess, for not recognising thy own fantastic potential, young and beauteous woman, that could easy ignite the world with her ultracandent fire. Thus, turn thyself on, permit thy ignition, and become pyromaniac, for even I would be willing,…
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In defence of the nones
Betwixt the white pointy acute house and the minipalace of granite hundreds of persons whose houses do not express the immigrant spirit nor the working spirit of a remote populace reside. Orphans sad or glad, or mere chaps ignorant of the history of their parents. Between the Lebanese centre and the Catalonian association, there is…
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With the eyes open
It is enough, I can not brook it anymore, look at my eyes, do not be coward, as all those delicious people that I can not lick because they slip from my hands, making themselves slippery when I hold them, beside being so rugous; do it now or you will not leave me any other…
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Psychedelic perturbation
She I enter the room, in which she is sitting on a black stool, waiting, with an appearance of curiosity, for what will happen. I told her that I had something important to give her, that I had found. A book, she must imagine, one more of those things, written by meddlesome and irrelevant third…