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Cut
And the violenceFeeling you are living with a head in a vise-gripLiving at another level of consciousnessToo tired to be able to use the brainThe head feeling dizzyDiscomfort A hypoglycemia?The lack of sleep? Continuous stress pressure?Not a minute of respiteEat what you findWhat you can Feeling like you are not living normallyJust trying not to…
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She does not listen, she’s got a bulldozer in her brain
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The plesiosaur
Once upon a time, there was a blue mermaid. She had awfully big breast that surprised everybody and hypnotised sailors. They were attracted to her, put their heads in her breast and then they would die from asphyxia. This made the mermaid very sad because she couldn’t marry them or even know them as all this happened so quickly…
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Consumption: Dream & Reality
Love Profusion, Madonna Love Profusion – Madonna There are too many questions There is not one solution There is no resurrection There is so much confusionAnd the love profusion You make me feel You make me know And the love vibration You make me feel You make it shineThere are too many options There is…
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Geniuses come to societies who accept them. Genius comes from societies who deserve it.
Geniuses come to societies who accept them. Genius comes from societies who deserve it. Choosing the right card with an open mind is the best way to maximize the chances of winning. Albert Einstein (1879-1955) Albert Einstein was born in Ulm, in the Kingdom of Württemberg in the German Empire. Einstein developed the theory of relativity, one…
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Coffee invitation
Coffee invitation A beverage and a conversation The antique David Clooney
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Shakespeare and his Juliets
Shakespeare and his Juliets Feeding a Multitude – The multiplication of Juliets This document deals with the meaning of the word “Shakespeare”. At first, we assume it refers to a man living in the late sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries in England. But if we take a closer look, we realize that Shakespeare cannot refer…
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How Juliette met Shakespeare
This story starts in a train. Oh, no! … It started in a circus. Or rather, in a circus school. It definitely didn’t start with a book, nor with a stage. Let’s begin with the setting, this circus school. The old three-or-four-floor massive ruin was made out of pebbles from the Gardon, the river in Alès, a French city…
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To my friend who doesn’t wear a veil
Behind your smile, I can see the tears you are trying to hide. And when they do get out, You don’t want to see them, You ignore them. I take you in my arms When you think you are hugly, When you think you are not interesting, When you feel unable to face your boss.…
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I don’t want to talk to you either
“I don’t want to talk to you either, said the writer to the reader. Your silence is insufferable and my writing feels lonely. It’s just one voice after all.”