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They were at that long-awaited summer festival. When drinking hot chocolate back in February, they would imagine the sweet tasting wind that would gently suggest them to turn their faces to great artists and festival-looking women.
Manu did feel like hot chocolate but in an oven.
Yes, I have one. I bought it last Wednesday. It's red... This is my first winter and my first approach at adult life, in the cold. Felt reassuring. Almost as if I was going to make it here, in my new life.
So I was screaming! Out loud. The sounds made me wonder about eternity. Made me wonder about happiness in itself; does it come from the inside; does it come from the outside? Did the sounds carry it, gently, through my ears. Did it activate love, did it activate peace?
... And every human had enough; they all started running in a spectacular stampede of free thinkers. Free of themselves, fear was finally understood.
Who would you listen? The head or the heart?
I guess I'm only listening to the head.
Actually, that's why I'm not able to write another sentence.
He claims to have it all. All under his belt. The entepreneur, the mighty business man. He wanders and conquers. His conquests are temporary, his wandering is eternal.
Not measured. At all. Drinking all the time, spending time, procrastinating. And then... Relief. And then guilt. And then improvement. Basically.
Oh my gosh, said the Irish blue-eyed Catherine: Those foreigners are totally fighting. They're so conflictive, it's INsane...
Life is such a hassle. You have to do things so fast. Study, work, marry, whatever. And at the same time become an autonom, thinking, self-sulfilled individual. Where am I gonna get this time? And what about the time already lost, when I didn't knew this, is there like a return policy? Who's running this place!?
Understood in the romantic sense of course...
Inside of me lives the residue of something that was spectacular between you and I. You can tell it was spectacular just by looking into the residue, that resides in my chest.
I can't let go.
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