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Life is too short for boring stories

Allow – to sit down with me, although we don’t know anything about each other, except maybe the one thing that we are people who are looking for the encounter, sometimes out of boredom or mere curiosity, but sometimes also so as not to drown in the swamp of isolation and lost self . Allow …

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Familiar, quiet, little life. Not spectacular, not sensational, not even particularly exciting, but it is my familiar, quiet, little life in which I have settled down, cozy and warm, and those who visit me always expect a warm welcome and a hot coffee (or tea, depending on your taste). I know my way around here …

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You say my eyes have lost their shine since I left you. In it you found so much sparkling joie de vivre and cheerfulness, balance and connectedness, understanding and dreaminess, laughter and happiness. Everything that I can only feel when I’m with you. So, it would be only logical that my eyes have lost their …

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The touch is always immediate. It is quiet, delicate and emphatic, but always immediate, without anything in between, without mediation. It is immediate as a gift and an acceptance. Perhaps reticent, timid or conquering, brisk, but always immediate. You cannot be represented. It happens between me and you. The touch is always revealing. Nothing you …

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Life is presence. If life is alive, it is in the acceptance of the moment, the moment that presents itself, with all its comforts, with all its inconveniences. Is being accepted, acceptable or uncomfortable? Seen in this way, there is no such thing as unpleasant, unless we negate the only time that is given to …

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Experiences are inevitable. Encounters change you, and this change is irreversible. If I want the encounter, then I have to want it completely, fully engage with it and completely lose myself in it. If I cut back on this wholeness, the encounter doesn’t happen either. It’s like jumping with open eyes into a black mountain …

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“And what can be better about being born in a certain country? You can’t help it?” Interjected Raphael. “Completely correct”, Lilith agreed with him, “But it was also the case that back then there were a lot of poor countries and a few rich ones. Austria, for example, was one of the richest countries in …

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Lost in thought, Lilith looked at the starry sky, her head nestled in Adam’s lap, who was leaning against the trunk of a tall birch tree on which a chicken had taken its night quarters. Until recently, everyone from the house association was sitting together, everyone who wanted to and mostly all wanted to sit …

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Actually, they loved each other. Of course, there had been many years when they just did it without thinking about it much. No, this is wrong now. At the very beginning, they hardly did anything but think about it, about each other, about you and me and about their love. Back then, they sifted through …

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There are nights when everything seems so clear, as clear as the moon and its reflection in the water. They smile at each other and everything is said. There are no misunderstandings. And there are other nights when everything is muddled, as muddled as the moon and its reflection in the water when a cloud …

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