She has adored in dawns and sunsets, and nightingale’s songs at warm spring nights, and courtship the male to the female robins on her branches, and the sound of the sea not far away, and the storm with the hard rain (especially when some young couple were kissing standing beside her and didn’t noticing thunder and flashes of lightning). If she was a human she would love watching movies, that’s for sure. But she wasn’t unhappy being a tree. Especially in spring time when she wore her favorite yellow dress and all around admiringly looked at her and whispered...
Read MoreHere came the last night of her life. Why did she know it? No reasons. Simply knew. Just the time has come and she felt it. But there was no fear or anger in her soul. She has lived a long and happy life. Not without loss, of course, but the bad things have forgotten and the good ones have stayed forever. All that day she has enjoyed the world around. She didn’t try to breathe or see enough – just enjoyed. She still has a few hours. And she has an eternity in the same...
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Read More2011 “Petition” Don’t crucify with poor-helpless senility in the dark box of crumpled money and grey granitic-smoggy days. Let fall asleep young. Or become a loneliness drinking sunsets, Grizzling with salt of warm wave, Looking at beautiful far-far...
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