There was upon a time a muse so tall and hansome, so sweet and loving...and yet he stole my inspiration. The river that once was rich in ideas, became as dry as the desert. For years I walked in that desert, the absentism of poetry and art was more painful than the lack of love itself.
Then I met another muse, in a lonely night, in the middle of nowhere. Not as handsome. Not as loving, not as caring. Just as tall, selfish and unkind. In a wierd magical way, this second muse has returned the water to the fountain. Now a never ending cascade of words and ideas are pouring out from my mind to the paper, despite or perhaps because of the pain.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, January 3, 2019
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