Author: Pavel Bunčák
I sang a song for you: Flower gives out its scent, withers. I taught you how to get old sensibly and stealthily, how to reminisce without memories, how ghosts grow up and sweet sighs turn into wrinkles.
Zaspieval som ti pieseň: Kvet rozvonia sa, zvädne. Učil som ťa, ako sa starne múdro a nebadane, ako sa spomína, keď nemáš na čo, ako vyrastajú prízraky a zo sladkých vzdychov vrásky.
Verba volant, scripta manent !
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.
It’s just D.I.Y. What could go wrong 😈
Fiction authors and their shorts
the writings, musings, and photography of a dream smith
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Inspiring & fueling veggie athletes
The ordinary is the magic.
My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak one.
Smidgens
Turning Tears and Laughter into Words
Small Scale Fabricated Photography, Toy Photography History, Art Creation Musings
mixed-media artist
Together we can give the nineteenth century a voice in the twenty-first century.
where chaos gives birth to poetic expression
thoughts and images from my perspective
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