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grass rustling

beneath my feet

flowers blooming

around me

and I wonder

where are we?

could our love be

renewed as Spring?

could be born again

and emerge from the mist?

say yes to me

please

and come back to the field

where was born our bliss

-b²

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ten years ago seem like yesterday

the day I lost you 'cause I ran away

I wish I could bend time

and go back to the day I made you cry

I'm so sorry, I was so wrong

all that happened 'cause I wasn't strong

now I think that I'm doomed

and won't find paradise any time soon

- b²

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If you leave this place

without me by your side

I hope Death says

"No, not alone"

and sends you back to my arms

for one last adventure

so our hands would be tied

when we walk together

to the other side

'cause without you

even in heaven

there's no paradise

- b²

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I smell rain

A gentle one, I say

A scent of life

Rising from the earth

And falling from the sky

- b² writings

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"I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within."

- Gustave Flaubert

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Part I:

Part II:

I sat on the bed. My head felt funny. What the heck is happening to me?

He called my name again. Then I heard his steps.

He opened the door and gave me a sweet smile that was also touching his eyes. He looked older than I remembered. Softer and wiser.

- Finally, I thought that you were under a spell or something; you've being sleeping for hours. Are you alright?

My heart skipped a beat.

Was I missing him that much?

- How... how did I get here?

I asked him, and he looked confused.

- Walking?... what are you talking about?

I took a deep breath. He wouldn't kidnap me, right? He is my friend. Was. Is. I don't know. But he would never hurt me, so I just need to calm down and be honest with him, I guess...

- Well, I... I was just walking down the street, going home, and I think that I saw a light inside the last one, that old abandoned house, and I just woke up here.

- Abandoned house? In your dream... right? I'm not following.

- No! I'm serious!

- Darling... that's no abandoned house in our way home. And the last house of the street is our own.

***

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At the top of my building, so high

I took a deep breath and gazed at the sky

Laided on the ground, watched a cloud drift by

Slowly waiting to see it transform and fly

It looked like a cotton ball

But couldn't be sweet, not at all

Then it began its transition, oh so grand

Turned into turtle, star, and a plane off the land

With time, everything did change

The moon finally woke, the sky rearranged

I got into the elevator, pondering the perfection

Every aspect, every tone, the divine reflection

Grateful to live in this wondrous place

Where peace can be found, even in the craze

- b²

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In the abandoned house at the end of the street, a light flickered to life...

It was cold, and I was alone.

I kept walking, step by step, feeling like my eyes couldn't do anything else but stare that light dancing with the shadows inside those worn wooden windows.

Slowly, - hard to tell when it started - I felt like floating. I couldn't feel the pavement under my feet, but I was calm, serene, hypnotized.

And then, everything outside that window was just a blur.

With the flickering light being the only thing that mattered, thoughts about a beloved childhood friend came to my mind.

Several years had passed since I saw his smiling face. Long time since our last joke. What a warming memory that day when we saw the sunrise at the beach, surrounded by friends and cozy songs.

A whirlwind passed through me, I felt the shivers and the light was gone. Suddenly, I was opening my eyes. Had I closed them?

What is this ceiling above me? Am I home?

Why can't I remember how I got here?

Then I heard my name. It was his voice.

I counted the stains on the ceiling. 32.

It wasn't mine. Where am I?

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Long are the nights

Short are the days

When all seems ready

Something goes astray

You feel sleepy and tired

And the sink’s brimming with dishes

But if you could make three wishes

Everything would remain the same

'Cause their smiles are all you need

To face another day

-- The mom, b²

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I read the dictionary.

I thought it was a poem

about everything.

— STEVEN WRIGHT

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Tried my hand at wallpaper making!