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time was talking to me in a bubble of dreams asked me if i was ready for a new experience since time doesn't speak to you normally, i stuttered: ye-yes, i'm ready, bu-but where will it take me? well, young man, time said, it will take you to a country that has never been discovered this country is made of islands, thousands of them nobody lives there, except orange birds and fish but forget all the islands, they are lifeless, excluding one: home to a man who is called golem the violinist he consists of letters and is mute, he can not speak a word how will i talk to golem then? i asked inquisitively time didn't answer my question; it just smiled gently i blinked and afterwards, i arrived on the island swarms of orange birds were roaming the air silver waves were surging against my naked feet was i really dreaming? i pinched myself and it hurt i was not dreaming because i could feel the pain suddenly, i could hear a violin, slowly played i turned around and saw golem, his eyes closed golem was huge, athletic and coated in tattoos the entire body was covered with the alphabet golem's head was nodding to the melody of the music puzzled, i asked him which song he was performing he didn't answer; i had forgotten that he was mute i asked again, he put the violin aside, devoted mien golem raised his index finger and placed it on a letter it was an "s", curiously, i followed his finger, as he continued i finally read the words "sunshine adagio in d minor" but at this stage of my life, i was just listening, passively today, i depend on music to write, on orchestral sounds "sunshine adagio in d minor" was played by the golem he presented me the grace and strength of the violin i could never visit this island again; never in my life golem enchanted me so heavily, my memory is erased i can't remember the way to his island anymore it is not on any map, nowhere, but i kept something: golem introduced me to breathtaking music, heaven yeah! and the violin has been inspiring me since then sunshine, adagio in d minor: i do admire you, song i thank you golem for your gift and for your time maybe you'll read this one day and tell me the way back back to your island, back to the birthplace of muse i love you brother, you are like kin, all yours, mikey
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
The Island Of The Violinist Golem
time was talking to me in a bubble of dreams asked me if i was ready for a new experience since time doesn't speak to you normally, i stuttered: ye-yes, i'm ready, bu-but where will it take me? well, young man, time said, it will take you to a country that has never been discovered this country is made of islands, thousands of them nobody lives there, except orange birds and fish but forget all the islands, they are lifeless, excluding one: home to a man who is called golem the violinist he consists of letters and is mute, he can not speak a word how will i talk to golem then? i asked inquisitively time didn't answer my question; it just smiled gently i blinked and afterwards, i arrived on the island swarms of orange birds were roaming the air silver waves were surging against my naked feet was i really dreaming? i pinched myself and it hurt i was not dreaming because i could feel the pain suddenly, i could hear a violin, slowly played i turned around and saw golem, his eyes closed golem was huge, athletic and coated in tattoos the entire body was covered with the alphabet golem's head was nodding to the melody of the music puzzled, i asked him which song he was performing he didn't answer; i had forgotten that he was mute i asked again, he put the violin aside, devoted mien golem raised his index finger and placed it on a letter it was an "s", curiously, i followed his finger, as he continued i finally read the words "sunshine adagio in d minor" but at this stage of my life, i was just listening, passively today, i depend on music to write, on orchestral sounds "sunshine adagio in d minor" was played by the golem he presented me the grace and strength of the violin i could never visit this island again; never in my life golem enchanted me so heavily, my memory is erased i can't remember the way to his island anymore it is not on any map, nowhere, but i kept something: golem introduced me to breathtaking music, heaven yeah! and the violin has been inspiring me since then sunshine, adagio in d minor: i do admire you, song i thank you golem for your gift and for your time maybe you'll read this one day and tell me the way back back to your island, back to the birthplace of muse i love you brother, you are like kin, all yours, mikey
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Kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpadangat kan búlan. Dae niya hinahâbon an banggí, Pinapaluwas niya an gayón kan diklóm. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan urán. Dae niya binabasa an háwak, Nililinigan niya lang an atî kan kalág ta. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan duros. Dae siya nawáwarâ, Pinaparahay niya an satuyang sadkíri sa kada paghángos ta. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan saldáng. Dae ka susulô sa kaláyo na tinatao niya, An sulô na hali saiya an mapagayón kan agihan. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan bitóon. Bako lang kintab an dara, Pinapagirumduman kita na maski an kagadánan kayang pagsuwáyonan duwang puso. Asin kun síring, ika mamoót Mamoót bako lang bilang parte, kundi arog kan bílog na kinâban. Mamoót ka arog kan bílog na kinâban.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC
Kun Ika Mamoót
Kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpadangat kan búlan. Dae niya hinahâbon an banggí, Pinapaluwas niya an gayón kan diklóm. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan urán. Dae niya binabasa an háwak, Nililinigan niya lang an atî kan kalág ta. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan duros. Dae siya nawáwarâ, Pinaparahay niya an satuyang sadkíri sa kada paghángos ta. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan saldáng. Dae ka susulô sa kaláyo na tinatao niya, An sulô na hali saiya an mapagayón kan agihan. Asin kun ika mamoót, Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan bitóon. Bako lang kintab an dara, Pinapagirumduman kita na maski an kagadánan kayang pagsuwáyonan duwang puso. Asin kun síring, ika mamoót Mamoót bako lang bilang parte, kundi arog kan bílog na kinâban. Mamoót ka arog kan bílog na kinâban.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
Kun Ika Mamoót
Just you and me and the silence in between things hello cruel world, once more Venus in pearls hollow echo: the only way to conquer your fears is to face them, to splinter a beady eye with glowing heart first explode out your heart and intellect combined in a style not unlike Omega man. to ritualise the intent to combine the helix to hypothesise the meaningful to to forge cast irons in the realms of the imagination Fky high Omega, manufactured man manufacture ideals create new deals and fielding questions from professors draped in death black cloth; Try and just lie back and relax lie back and relax relax, relax. It's worth not thinking too hard, being silent in your backyard it's worth keeping that silence as it's golden, yes sometimes it is golden, always it is golden. sometimes the silence is all we have and all we should have, it's the unsaid things that hit you most on dark nights, unsettled in a house that shall not breed indifference this poet writes in the third person. In a forth wave of inspiration something emerges which seemed previously impossible; Happiness, contentment a form of therapy, a method that does not breed indifference These words are my fire these words are my soul please take my words and burn them into yourselves cage your skin, and enjoy the silence because it's where we all will one day return to globe of warmth, death, a deep slumber, an afternoon spent napping by a fire. An ambience of merry mourning. Sunlight drapes in through window reminding me of her. Ethereal glow, sheltered presence. Who is she? And who am I, really? the silence ringing Ringing, ringing soul singing, singing words collapsing worlds collapsing language is a power unlock yours and smile. Smile wider than the sun knowing all will be well and all is. the silence ringing ringing, ringing, soul singing, singing words collapsing worlds collapsing worlds collapsing
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Love and silence.
Just you and me and the silence in between things hello cruel world, once more Venus in pearls hollow echo: the only way to conquer your fears is to face them, to splinter a beady eye with glowing heart first explode out your heart and intellect combined in a style not unlike Omega man. to ritualise the intent to combine the helix to hypothesise the meaningful to to forge cast irons in the realms of the imagination Fky high Omega, manufactured man manufacture ideals create new deals and fielding questions from professors draped in death black cloth; Try and just lie back and relax lie back and relax relax, relax. It's worth not thinking too hard, being silent in your backyard it's worth keeping that silence as it's golden, yes sometimes it is golden, always it is golden. sometimes the silence is all we have and all we should have, it's the unsaid things that hit you most on dark nights, unsettled in a house that shall not breed indifference this poet writes in the third person. In a forth wave of inspiration something emerges which seemed previously impossible; Happiness, contentment a form of therapy, a method that does not breed indifference These words are my fire these words are my soul please take my words and burn them into yourselves cage your skin, and enjoy the silence because it's where we all will one day return to globe of warmth, death, a deep slumber, an afternoon spent napping by a fire. An ambience of merry mourning. Sunlight drapes in through window reminding me of her. Ethereal glow, sheltered presence. Who is she? And who am I, really? the silence ringing Ringing, ringing soul singing, singing words collapsing worlds collapsing language is a power unlock yours and smile. Smile wider than the sun knowing all will be well and all is. the silence ringing ringing, ringing, soul singing, singing words collapsing worlds collapsing worlds collapsing
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I tried... But I don't know if there are the words. In either language I know. To describe just how special you are. To me. I'll keep looking...
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
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