(a surrealistic tiny little story meant to be read by some who know something about its title but nothing about its meaning and by some who know nothing about its title but might know couple of things about its meaning)
“Why
the fuck?” RB used to wonder helplessly every single day of that unjust,
unanswered year, knocking in anguish the walls of an unresponsive silence.
One morning, RB woke up calm and with absolutely no desire of an answer, said “What the fuck!” and stepped out of the long-withered poem as if it had never existed at all.
One morning, RB woke up calm and with absolutely no desire of an answer, said “What the fuck!” and stepped out of the long-withered poem as if it had never existed at all.
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Την καλημέρα μου!
Welcome back :)
Νάρκισσε, τι ωραία! σαν να πέταξα σημείωμα σε μπουκάλι στη θάλασσα και κάποιος το βρήκε! :) :) :)
Δεν ξέρω αν είναι επιστροφή... λίγος ο χρόνος και πολύ το ξεμυάλισμα από το φέισμπουκ (ντρέπομαι, αλλά ναι, εκεί είναι όλα πιο εύκολα, πιο γρήγορα, πιο ανεπίσημα!) :)
Ευχαριστώ πολύ για την επίσκεψη, πάντως!
My title: "Hello And Thanks For All The Poetry"
;-)
αχ, dodo... :)
Ελπίζω να είσαι καλά.
:)
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