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Stefan
@sstefan
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Writer, investor, promoter of good will and sometimes philosopher.
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2016-10-05 17:46
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sstefan
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[Poetry] Story of a bird
The dawn is breaking, a trill is heard, It is the morning song of a small bird. She’s singing happily, sings her way, It is her way to start the day. And near the tree, she used as stage, A man opened
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[Poetry] Dancing on the street
Headphones on my head, walking down the street, Listening the beat, music on repeat, Following the rhythm, I move my feet. I move on dancing, I’m in my world, People look at me strange,but I’m not concerned,
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[Poetry] First round
We do not see each other eye to eye, We've been fighting like crazy for years. I’ve gained some, but you do it more often than me, After all this time, you’re still not tired. You're testing me, without
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poetry
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[Poetry] A piece of puzzle
I lay on bed, trying to find myself, A broken guy, can’t recognize himself, Those broken pieces, scattered in my head, Piece them together, it easy to be said. Can you glue back a vase that’s broken? Take
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poetry
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[Poetry]A path filled with thorns
My path is filled with thorns and thistles, as I walk down my head is filled with whispers, my feet are scratched and are bleeding I can’t see anything because all is covered by fog, but I keep going on
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[Poetry] Falling
Falling Cold air whips down my face, My heart is beating fast, Like it’s having a race. I’m looking down, And the world seems so small, I close the eyes and let myself drift away, The clouds aren’t white,
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blog
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[Blog] What is freedom?
freedom = The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants.The power of self-determination attributed to the will; the quality of being independent of fate or necessity. Are we really free? Or we’re
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] Age
Age is just a number, the number of rotations, you made around the sun. So don’t call for respect, because of the year, you were born. Don’t count your life, in the years you spent on this earth, Count
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] A pair of white legs
I fell in love with a pair of beautiful white legs. I’ve seen them walk near me, as I was getting crisp in the sun. I’ve seen them once, and I was done. A goddess? Was my first thought. But, how she could
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] drawing a painting
draw me like one of your french girls, you said, smiling, on the bedroom floor, looking at me like an enchantress, eyes full of fire, tempting me as always, burning with desire. on an empty canvas, a draw
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poem
8y
[Poetry] no stars
The sky is dark and I can't see my path, There are no stars to guide me. A flickering light trembles on the dark canvas above me, it’s an airplane taking off. I wait as well, the clear to take my flight,
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] the only thing I want
the only thing I want is to see your smile right next to my pillow when I open my eyes. the only thing I want is to rest my head on your lap, while you take my worries away playing with my hair. the only
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] Lightning strikes
When the lightning strikes, the sky’s enlightened, not matter how dark was in the past, the thunder follows, heart is trembling feeling relentless, beating fast. Rain is pouring on my face, my hair is
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poetry
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[Poetry] at least I have the stars
walking on my path, Illuminated only by the stars, I grit my teeth because it’s hard, My body’s hurting, but I’ve walked so much, That I’m afraid to turn around. At least now I have the stars, Back then
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[Poetry] Good
Everything’s blown up, I hit the ground, I’m depressed and down… Good. I don’t have the money, I didn’t get the honey I work really hard but I didn’t get any... Good. Didn’t get the promotion? Good! Business
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] Alone
The sky it’s grey, it’s cold outside, And on this road, that’s made of stone, I walk alone. A broken mirror, a broken image, There’s two of me, there are two masks, Which one is real, I dare not ask. A
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] Moonlight dance
The smell of linden flowers makes me drunk, Come on, my darling, take me by the hand, And let’s dance under the full moon shadow, Together with the moonlight rays playing in the meadow. Let’s dance under
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] be my violin
be my violin, let me hear your song, be my violin, let me take you to places where we don’t belong, be my violin, let me touch your neck, be my violin, let my fingers slither all way to the back, be my
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poetry
8y
[Poetry] a kiss on the ear
Our eyes met, We’re getting closer, Head to head, We are so close, that I could smell your breath, Mint and cherry, and a small hint of strawberry from your lips. I like how your nose wrinkle and how your
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[Poetry] Drifting
I am the captain my ship, But my ship has lost her mast, The veil is ripped, The crew is gone, The helm broke down, And I am very lost. I stand on deck and look in front, And nothing there I see, The wind
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