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By God, the month is almost over and still no #amwriting done in any serious way. That is how you may know that I had a lot of work to do and that I executed numerous responsible and serious business things on my agenda. For instance, I flew to Finland and back, went to a [...]  Snow falling and melting right away. That is the curse of temperate climate. Home is dry and warm, so nice a place to stay. Sunday is my fav ritual. © 2012 Mariya Koleva come and study the notes you took at lectures you never attended. not that those who did, have any. letters hard to spot, hardly visible after so much photocopying, are anyway boring. enterprises and innovation are far, so far away from the sun and beauty of the outside world. they are trapped in high towers, [...] The river of stones keeps flowing: “it is friday, the thirteenth. who can ignore it. i heard a man of power speak rubbish and felt ashamed. i cried for the girl who had died in so much suffering and pain, who had met her end in miserable solitude in the cold company of wickedness. i [...] Here is my contribution for the River of Stones, on this 12th day of January: “people talked. i heard intelligent chat. intelligent chat rustled in the frills of my pride. the vain periphery of my consciousness indulged in the sense of being necessary, wanted, listened to, looked up to, and so much more.” © 2012 [...] “what about your exams? what about? what? scribbles. scratches. notches. no complains. literarum radices amare, fructis dulce. or am i wrong? i’m not.” © 2012 Mariya Koleva Look ye here! I got a bus. And finally remembered what it was to hesitate which bus stop I should wait at. And wonder, also, where to get off. The time I spent at the old cafe reminded me of the happy hours I had, in spite of buses, stops and costly tickets. © 2012 [...] hm, it was an office that i saw. i looked at its freezing windows and my breath cut the air in two. pyramid climb – that was what it looked like to mend the a/c. a pile of chairs over a table, in other words. Today, things are different: “sleep, sleep, the unimaginable freedom it brings upon your memory and hardships; you close your eyes and there’s Hamlet there in front; i open them and freedom rolls its eyes before me, grinning green and grim.” © 2012 Mariya Koleva Finally, my small stone will be a bit different: “The train is packed with packets, bags, and people carrying, caressing pets, and talking smoothly of their days and lives, of their children, cars and recent flights. The highway blocked, no buses ride – so, train’s the only means of getting by.” © 2012 Mariya Koleva [...] |
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