We Pay Only For Nights
On Thursday afternoon
rabid pavonine crowd:
Three to Paris.
intermezzo:
WALK-OUT
Leaving?
Stay, please...
Don´t get lost.
Wait! I am not barefoot HERE
cont.:
THE MEETING WITH AN UNHAPPY MAN
Yes, it was there.
Under the tower.
Cold breeze was
blowing to the east.
etc.
Now, by foot, all alone.
To look for
the sole face of solitude.
Myself.
Freely.
EPILOGUE
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My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless ink well. It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice.
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The only matter I miss is a person whom I want to write a letter. (Sandor Marai)
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Bottom Of The World literary magazine
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The only matter I miss is a person whom I want to write a letter. (Sandor Marai)
=Slovakia
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