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🌈 18 April 2019 🕠

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11/4 🔼We had chuffed gig 😉🔥 chelsea chelseafc contemplation mutant 🔽

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Dafydd 11/4🔼 with my new haircut, I look more friendly a mutant crispr trying to appear normal🤔

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11/4 : TWO ENGLISH POEMS by Luis Borges : 😍 The useless dawn finds me in a deserted streetcorner; I have outlived the night.  Nights are proud waves: darkblue topheavy waves laden with all hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely and desirable.  Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of things half given away, half, withheld, of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act that way, I tell you.  The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds and odd ends: some hated friends to chat with, music for dreams, and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things my hungry heart has no use for.  The big wave brought you.  Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.  Your dark rich life…  I must get at you, somehow: I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile –that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows.  What can I hold you with?  I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of ragged suburbs.  I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.  I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather –just twenty four- heading a charged of three hundred men to the war, now ghosts on vanished horses.  I offer you whatever insight my books may hold, whatever manliness or humour my life.  I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.  I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow –the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.  I offer you the memory of yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.  I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.  I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat

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Dafydd 11/4 . Spheres at hurricane dimensions. The eye of the hurricane by the throat, as gentle and deep eye in the middle of the throat. The strength of the hurricane's future is paced by my tongue winds moves, from the throat to my tongue and its slides to the four directions like a tidal of hairs. The eye of the hurricane is contemplating everything from my throat and been nourished with the divine fruit. (The hurricane eye has been always a female spirit) Shalom Aleyhem

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Dadydd 11/4🔼Spheres at last St Patrick deconstruction drunky gig yh 🍀There was a sense of being in the midst of something having prodigious weight and volume but no form, of being utterly unable to utilize past experience, God bless this axial world with alots rares creatures🔽

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Nothing lasts forever 🌪