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Freedom What is it? What does free time mean if I don't use it? What does a free mind mean if I don't listen to it? What does free spirituality mean if I stay stuck in materialism or logic? What does it mean to be free if I am scared? What does it mean...

What shall I do This Or that What are the consequences Of this decision Or that one I don't want to let anybody down And me Can I live with it If I choose this Or that Will I feel guilty Or angry I feel confused AAAAAAAAHHHH How can I make A decision...

What a day belly aches I wait I read I have to work I wait I read I manage to work A bit A nice conference A beautiful dinner Nice company Nice conversations Nice car to drive me back Luxury car even Time for bed Not enough sleep Exhaustion Is lurking...

There is a tray on the table. On it, the paper of a chocolate chip muffin, an unopened dose of powdered suga, a plastic stirer and a folded paper napkin. On the table next to the tray, a papercup with some black coffee in it. He grabs the cup from time...

I can tell you that Poetry saves Lives Moments Souls Without it we are doomed Imagine a world Without art Impossible Art is the essence of humanity Poetry is art Art in words When I want to cry Poems help They guide me To the meaning To the core of things...

When I woke up It was dark And then bright Too bright Too much noise Suddenly Too much movement I was born Into life Life is Birth Death Rebirth Is it? Everything changes That's the only thing That never changes So they say Something in me Is trying to...

In case you didn't know, today was administration day. Waiting at a French administration. There are at least 30 people waiting with me. We are all sitting there, on the green and wooden benches, or on chairs, looking at each other, observing with anxiety...

Today I woke up with a headache. Throbbing pain, sore eyes, light is too bright to take. Same as yesterday and the day before. I hate having to pop pills before breakfast already. Yet I hate headaches even more. So I took some paracetamol and got up....

This week has been a disaster for writing. Looking for a new car seems to be a very tiring and time consuming occupation. Trying a first dealer, checking out the cars they offer in the price and size range we are looking for, looking at the financing...

Today more cars The smell of newness The speech of dealers Their eyes gageing Their financial solutions Today less writing Less time at home Today more tiredness More writing tomorrow...