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He was called the Conductor. In reality, of course, the Conductor had a perfectly human name, and everyone remembered it, but he was called the Conductor, and nothing else. The thing was that the Conductor, though he was a very talented composer, performer, pianist, and much more...
Once upon a time, there lived in the world a Cat named Kitty the Cat, nicknamed Short Tail. In reality, her tail was not only of quite normal, average length but also extraordinarily fluffy and additionally of amazing color.
Closing my eyes. Flashes of light. Multicolored lights of New Year's garlands? Shards of bright flashes make me turn around. I turn my head and see your dear eyes. You watched me sleep. You guarded my sleep, you didn't want to wake me, just wanted to see me bury my nose in the blanket. Listen to my steady warm breath…
*** Sensitive skin. Sensitive mind. From outside And from inside. Sensitive lips To a sensual kiss […]
Once upon a time, there was a man, a very interesting person. His name was Artist. He had everything he could wish for - an incredible job, a loving family, and a stable life. This noble man was pretty much like the others around him - all of them had been living their lives for a very noble purpose - for Respect. Respect meant a lot to all the men in the place where our hero was coming from.
Once Mr. Stanton decided it was time to embark on his writing journey. Having lived a long life and immersed himself in many literary treasures, he felt the urge to create something of his own.
It seems to me that everyone around has his or her own opinion about how the Universe is designed. And I have listened to all their theories - incredibly interesting, of course - and the more I listened to them, the stranger I felt.
Since I believe that the past, present, and future are not some continuation over time, but rather concrete components of the present moment, I began, like a cat with its tongue, to pass through my entire life with thick strokes, straight from childhood, illuminating, like an X-ray, with sunlight all the moments of family and closeness that I experienced, all the signs of lack of love and disconnection in my family.
I remember you. You were a translucent jellyfish, shimmering with air bubbles within your watery body. You soared as the black silhouette of a pelican over the waves of the Atlantic… you fluttered as an iridescent butterfly above my head.
And when the warm orange air spilled sand onto the shore of the Atlantic, I felt the urge to run barefoot through the cool ocean foam, to leap from unexpected waves and squint at the sunset rays. I kicked off my sandals and flew to the water's edge, stepping on rare shells and gray algae that found refuge from the elements on our shore.