Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
Any knowledge that doesn't lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
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