“Food and money I give to you,
Why do you shout so mercily
When I give you your part?”
queried the rich man.
The poor man replied:
“Your question you cannot answer
For from pain and agony you are free,
But I have suffered and borne
The situation that I don’t like to be in.”
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Sunday, March 1, 2015
The Fetus in the Stomach
Last night, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was a tiny dot in the womb of my mother. Formed by love, and blessed by the Lord. I could not see, I could not hear, but I could feel that I was loved. Embrace by the warm tenderness of my mother's flesh.
Here, I breathe on my mother's breath!
Here I fed on my mother's food!
Oh what a place to live! Oh what a place to grow! I was extremely happy in my little world. Believe me, it was happiness beyond compare.
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Here, I breathe on my mother's breath!
Here I fed on my mother's food!
Oh what a place to live! Oh what a place to grow! I was extremely happy in my little world. Believe me, it was happiness beyond compare.
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Fake
I got this smile, I skip and I play like a kid.
I'm happy.
People think i'm optimistic, talented and smart. I am religious.
I have many friends.
Do I look like that? Do I?
I hope you're convinced by this synthetic, this fake smile of mine.
Most people envy how perfect my life is.
How I don't have problems and how I seemed to be fine with everything.
But am I?
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I'm happy.
People think i'm optimistic, talented and smart. I am religious.
I have many friends.
Do I look like that? Do I?
I hope you're convinced by this synthetic, this fake smile of mine.
Most people envy how perfect my life is.
How I don't have problems and how I seemed to be fine with everything.
But am I?
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A Glass of Cold Water
Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful.
Am I?
Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.
I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother.
But that when she was young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is.
I’m a mortal Venus.
Oops! What time is it?
I must get ready for the party!
Beep-beep…!
A-huh! Here they are!
Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
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Am I?
Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.
I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother.
But that when she was young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is.
I’m a mortal Venus.
Oops! What time is it?
I must get ready for the party!
Beep-beep…!
A-huh! Here they are!
Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
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