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All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

Wislawa Szymborska

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I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
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Dog Edition Myself Old Revision Work World
What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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Existence People World
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
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Agreement Best Common Imagination Reality Regard
When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
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Breathe Darkness Dreams Music Need Rhythm Spark
Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan.
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Gift Loan One Liner Perspective
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role
And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.
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Forever Myself Perspective Willing
Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
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Action Demand Myself Poor Preparation Reality
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Charm Morning Terrify Worth
I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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Angel Count Head Myself Sleep
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
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Destroy Future Myself Past Silence Word
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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Chaos Hell Myself Order Preference
I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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Fight Himself Imagination Myself Peace Quiet
In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.
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Comedy Element Preserve Tragedy
I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.
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Myself Personality Thinking
I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
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Book Fashion Myself Old Past Reading Thinking Time

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