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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2010-06-15 | | When you wake up in the morning (your sheets cling to you and your face is beautiful it looks as if you made love), the sun splits up the air into effulgent particles. Like a heavy duty truck. Its sudden brakes at the zebra crossing release a force which you can feel in your throat. Where to stop and moreover where to continue from? We are like a never worn coat for a body tired of waiting. A smile I will remember for all my life. Like a tattoo inside my stomach. You have to reach only that place where somebody loves you. In time you realise that there is something inside which never surrenders. Something which never gives itself up. A hedgehog crouching in fear on the back of some other animal.
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