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Radio Good Night 💃🛌🧚♂️
God bless cartoons…
They can save a life…
Life in spite of everything 7 … Just another poem…
My soul … wild mint.
Sweet and bitter in the arms of the earth.
Hidden in gentle grass … Gentle grass as a gentle tree …
In a gentle embrace.
One cracking soul …
A new life …
Simple, plain, eternal…
In the heart of the night silence smells strong and smooth.
I live in my heart’s silence.
Simple and plain.
Me, myself and I.
Wild mint and gentle grass. Everything.
Radio Good Night 💃🛌🧜♀️
Life in spite of everything 6 … Just another poem…
People…
… I LOVE peaceful people … when I sit with them and shut up … and I understand everything … the glaciers break up and grow new, the worlds are falling and raising up… passing epochs and new people coming
we are silent and …
… I LOVE restless people … when I sit with them, we break up gorgeous storms, we get bored and mischievous, we cry loudly and laugh loudly, loudly and with joy …
… I LOVE cheerful people… when I sit with them, I’m jumping, dancing, dabbing and hanging with or without common sense, and I can …
… I LOVE depressed people … when I sit with them, we are just tired willows, in the mists, and we see the clear rivers flowing past us … together, the interwoven and firm roots that keep the river …
I love little ones, big ones, sharp, dumb, pale, crazy ones, clowns, ridiculous, yellow and black and colorful, blabbers, peanuts and methusalems…
Sometimes I hate them, just a little… sorry😣
Life in spite of everything 5
My life before CFS was adventurous.
I don’t need adventures, just nature and silence.
I miss Palagruža, remote and wild island.
Palagruža is great motivation for keep going.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Radio Good Night 💃🛌🧚♀️
Because music and movie and dancing can save a life!
