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Babies are a blessing!
I keep telling myself:
the world is under construction
that's why it's a chaos at the moment
But once the construction is over,
peace will reign.
I just keep telling that to myself.
I feel like typing rather like writing
Like the poets used to do
With a pen and paper
And in a room, isolated from the world.
Just me, getting lost within my thoughts.
So many poems fail to convince me of their emotions, I wonder why...
The only certain subject in this life is mathematics. Everything else, changes according to our times.
Today, it's a good day to write stories, though notebook, where are you? I miss you.
To doubt is to think, and to think is to open the mind to a whole new realities. . . but how to arrive to the reality of the truth?
I need to learn to produce time... or manage it? or stretch it? or who knows, I just want more time to write...
If you tell me not to be, I'll be
if you tell me to be, I'll be not
if you tell me be but not be,
I'll just disappeared.
Give time to time and time will give you time too.