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By AnonymNicola Lecca
And she was really good at that: even since she was a little girl, she could eliminate the hours, knew how to kill the minutes. Without them suffering from it, she put them to sleep.
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By AnonymNicola Lecca
Could my proud loneliness be merely an illusion?
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By AnonymNicola Lecca
From the deepest silence between us arose uncertain, utterly vague and, as it were, whispered varieties on the theme ‘smile’.
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By AnonymNicola Lecca
Nightly returning miracle, you turn to anarchy the strict rule of reason.
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By AnonymNicola Lecca
The minutes rushed past, without compassion for my enthusiasm.
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By AnonymNicola Lecca
What is aesthetically beautiful, should not be able to be understood fully: by its mysterious character it should leave behind a vaguely pleasant feeling.
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