I used to write...write a lot. From small thoughts , to full stories...and I loved it. I found one of my notebooks...it was shoved in a box, long forgotten. My only regret is that maybe my stories lost the real meaning in translation...or maybe not...
Target
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Exotic
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Physics
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Beach talk
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"There is a certain movement of the sea..when it's calm it looks like a bathtub."
"I am not interested. Wouldn't fit in my one room apartment either way."
II
"Did you see the wave that was coming ? It looked like it was asking the shore to help him."
"I don't think so...otherwise it wouldn't have went back."
III
"Do you want to hear the naked truth ?"
"What? Now you want to go at the nudist beach?"
IV
"Have you seen the corrida?"
"Sure, in 100 movies.."
"See it now in real life. You see those waves? Are you brave? Don't they look like some angry bulls coming at us?"
"You are right..."
"Hey!! Were are you going?"
Acoustics
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Listen to his echo
And you'll see his...
..inexhaustible talent.
Observations
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Not everyone who plays a role
is an actor.
But all actors
play a role.
Not everyone who saw the sand
has been through a desert.
But everyone who has been through a desert
has seen the sand.
Not everyone who drinks is an alcoholic
but all alcoholics drink.
Not everything that inspires
is art.
But everything that's art
inspires...
Not everyone who wakes up early in the morning
went far away,
but always those who went far away
woke up early in the morning,
perhaps they didn't even sleep.
I hope you enjoyed them. I'll try to post some more...i have a notebook full of them, so don't forget to follow me .