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Is a collection of short writings that come to my head written in contrast to the things I normally write,i.e. songs or poems,this are usually one or two,seldom more,lines that evoke a certain feeling,like sorrow,pain,hope or anger,amongst many others. All comments are welcomed and appreciated.
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All content is © 2008 Eidan Rodriguez/Sorrowburnt. Similarly, all content and interpretations/translations are the work of the author, inspiration from other work is thanked where marked.
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'I was loved,' Pessoa will say, 'by great men and women.' He mourns the loss of their affections; one of the few in Midian who years for a return to the life he had before he joined the Breed. His is an apparently small defection from the norm; nothing that could warrant exhiling himself from the company of Naturals. But that higher mouth of his has opened twice in the time Pessoa has lived in Midian, and on each occasion issued dire prophecies that proved true within a day. 'I was loved,' he says, 'until I spoke the truth; then the kisses stopped.' Still, in his sleep, Pessoa makes love to lost admirers, so ardently that spending a night outside his chamber has proved an effective aphrodisiac for more than one Breed whose ardour has been cooled by darkness.
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