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￭ (in the doorway)
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Nothing is born in flesh
even if weak eyes see differently. The one
that will cry will embrace his cry
and will become a bird tamer.
And the one
who will laugh will not use his laugh, because nothing is born from joy, even if the little ones chase after it all day long!
The time of slavery is spring for the souls of those who have them!
Nothing moves into the flesh. Not even the blind worm moves into the flesh,
even if weak eyes see differently.
We are not in flesh. If we were in flesh,
our love for the Lord would burn us like a merry fire
of brushwood and nothing would be there anymore
and our love for the Lord would wander alone in the streets
like a consuming thirst looking for its destiny!
Not even the end of the world comes in flesh, even if weak eyes see scavangers pouring
in the streets dumpsters of daffodils
smelling like dirt. Many don`t know this, but the end of the world has already been here several times.
I have many photographs of it.
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