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Sommernacht
Read more: Sommernachtșed goală la fereastră; cerul nopții e palid, plouă încet pe frunze, în pântece mi se împlântă un întuneric negru ca sămânța. crești, noapte de vară, am să-ți împrumut trupul meu. naște-te, am să-ți susur numele cu tandrețe. îmbată-mă cu mireasmă de tei și caută-mi lacomă sânul, am să te hrănesc cu lapte, dulceață fierbinte.…
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Parents
Read more: Parentseach time a child is born, three people are born: not only the baby, bloody, fresh out of its womb; but a mother and a father are born from the woman + lover and the man + lover that existed before. from now on, they shall leave their “ways” behind and get lost and stop…
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Quote of the day
Read more: Quote of the day“The closet is not just for gay people. (…) Everybody’s closeted and everybody plays pretend. They all walk around saying ‘I am’, even though they have no idea who they are. What they’re often saying is, ‘I want to make you feel comfortable, so I’m going to contort myself into who I think that you…
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Agency (haiku)
Read more: Agency (haiku)life presses its thumb down on me; I push back with words, song: ex-pression.
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Quote of the day
Read more: Quote of the day“The ego and the self are those catastrophic states of being in which the Living Man allows himself to be imprisoned by the forms that he perceived by himself. To love his ego is to love death, and the law of the Virgin in infinite. (…) The libido is the definition of cadaverous desire, and…
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Quote of the day
Read more: Quote of the day“One does not give birth in pain, one gives birth to pain: the child represents it and henceforth it settles in, it is continuous. Obviously you may close your eyes, cover up your ears, teach courses, run errands, tidy up the house, think about objects, subjects. But a mother is always branded by pain, she…
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Membrane
Read more: Membranetoday I’d like to be a poet – nothing more. slow, silent, wistful – pure organic membrane wrapped around this cosmos built from rock and cold. lonely pulsating membrane through which the unseen ripples.
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Night sky (haiku)
Read more: Night sky (haiku)nothing means anything but the night sky, all those dead stars still glinting.
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Why?
Read more: Why?why am I woman and not apple blossom bee grass blue heron seabed? the same cosmic black tongue coiling around them all and licking the plate clean.
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Corsica 2026
Read more: Corsica 2026I returned to Corsica after 21 years, the same way a grown woman revisits her first love trying to understand what might have been and what she missed back then.Corsica outside the tourist season is the kind of rough gem you explore at the pace of your own breath. It is a proud mare no…
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