to my beloved, Dylan Thomas.
Today, I read a poem of yours and it made me cry; "I Have Longed To Move Away".
Both being passionately attached to life and madly running away from it fit so nicely into the verses of a poem, Dylan. Every time I come face to face with you, I hear the words you say and get lost in the meaning of it. Reading the lines you write is like
How many journeys and how many returns, I ask you, Time? We seem to sink and bob back up with boring regularity. As though the dry land were waves that roll us every time we take a step.
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Humans are full of contradictions however much they deny it.
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The state went crazy.
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Cruelty is cruelty and abuse abuse, whoever the perpetrator.
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Truth needs no eloquence.
After the death of the horseman,
the homebound horse
says everything
without saying anything.
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In dictatorships, local industry's finest product- the best made, best packaged, hardest wearing, and most quickly delivered to the home - is fear.
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If one could voluntarily decide to go mad, I would have decided to go mad.
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We've seen both despair and hope so often that we no longer know exactly what either of them is.
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Nelson Mandela once said, “If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.” He was so right. When you make the effort to speak someone else’s language, even if it’s just
basic phrases here and there, you are saying to them, “I understand that you have a culture and identity that exist beyond me. I see you as a human being.”
