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Tough times

That’s what I’ve been living lately. My aunt Norma is dead, she died last saturday. I got the news while I was taking one of my last french lessons. I didn’t went to the funeral because I’m not feeling good. I hope my family could understand what I’ve been through. It was really sad to [...]

Posted on March 15, 2010 at 3:53 pm by Isaias · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Forsake

1. To quit or leave entirely; to desert; to abandon; to depart or withdraw from; to leave; as, false friends and flatterers forsake us in adversity. 2. To renounce; to reject; to refuse. Syn. — To abandon; quit; desert; fail; relinquish; give up; renounce; reject http://machaut.uchicago.edu/?resource=Webster’s&word=forsake&use1913=on Use Facebook to Comment on this Post

Posted on March 5, 2010 at 3:17 pm by Isaias · Permalink · Leave a comment
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Alas

These has been gray days for me. I just don’t know what’s going on. Every night I must struggle to get some sleep ’cause there’re always noisy thoughts surrounding me. During day time, most of times, I just feel deeply bored, lacking of motivation… And I cannot consider to run away, a motivation. I’m really [...]

Posted on July 6, 2007 at 5:43 am by Isaias · Permalink · Leave a comment
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If that apparent part of life’s delight

II If that apparent part of life’s delight Our tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seen By augth save reflex and co-carnal sight, Joy, flesh and life might prove but a gross screen. Haply Truth’s body is no eyeable being, Appearance even as appearance lies, Haply our close, dark, vague, warm sense of seeing Is the choked [...]

Posted on December 2, 2006 at 3:29 am by Isaias · Permalink · Leave a comment
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The trouble with being born

True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resemblres inward prayer. Unlike Job, i have not cursed the day i was born; all the other days, on the contrary, i have covered with my anathemas… I long to be free -desperately free. Free [...]

Posted on July 15, 2005 at 11:25 pm by Isaias · Permalink · Leave a comment
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To be sterile

To be sterile -with so many sensations! Perpetual poetry without words. Emil Miha Cioran, “The trouble with being born” Use Facebook to Comment on this Post

Posted on December 18, 2004 at 12:18 am by Isaias · Permalink · Leave a comment
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