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how strange is it, if you come to think about it, that we cannot live our life without the language. Without it nothing makes sense, nothing is worth doing, except perhaps for the instinctive acts.

we live in ourselves for a lifetime, holding hands, smiling, creating memories, relying on unreliable walls, watching our mirror image, remembering those who left and those who have not arrived yet, being strong, being important, being small and trivial, talking, walking, nurturing, choosing

sometimes perhaps you have felt, too, there are two worlds that we struggle to unite. One that we don't know how it really is and one that we do not control; there, the image of the first is being gradually shaped.

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i've come to this village to make another attempt. One would believe it to be easier here because of the nature around. Trees, crops, flowers, insects, birds. The clear round image of the moon rising in the horizon. The heat and the rain that smell like land. The air. The sound of the bells on sheep's necks. The absence of mountains and loud sounds, especially at night. Deep darkness and intense brightness everyday during the summer. But

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in fact, one might wonder, how is it possible. We are not to stay but for as long it takes to write a poem.



p.s. some days ago, from my father:
the only place where we can be free is language.