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    1. Nov. 2012, 23:32

    I can't be certain but I think I have a lot to learn about you.
    sometimes you fill the air and it's hard for me to breath.
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    18. Aug. 2011, 11:23

    "The lizard wakes up and finds he's the last lizard alive
    His family and friends are all gone
    Those he didn't like, those who picked on him at school, are also gone
    The lizard is all alone
    He misses his family and friends
    Even his enemies
    It's better being with your enemies than being alone
    That's what he thought
    Staring at the sunset, he thinks:
    "What's the point in living if I don't have anyone to talk to?"
    But even that thought doesn't mean anything
    When you're the last lizard."
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    7. Feb. 2009, 22:19

    .. They remained silent for some time. The coffee in their cups clouded and grew cold. The earth turned on its axis while the moon imperceptibly shifted the forces of gravity and turned the tides. Time flowed on in silence, and trains passed over the rails.

    He and she were thinking about the same thing: an aeroplane. The aeroplane that his heart was making deep in the forest. How big it was, and its shape, and the colour of its paint, and where it was going, and who would board it. They thought about the aeroplane that was waiting for someone deep in the forest.

    She cried again soon after that. This was the very first time she had cried twice in the same day. It was also the last. It was a special thing for her. He reached across the table and touched her hair. There was something tremendously real about the way it felt. Like life itself, it was hard and smooth, and far away..

    (Aeroplane: Or How He Talked To Himself As If Reciting Poetry - Haruki Murakami)

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    12. Okt. 2008, 13:26

    " ...The River murmurs at my feet. There is the sandbar midstream, and on it the willows sway as they trail their long branches in the current. The water is beautifully clear, I can see fish playing among the rocks. Gazing at the River soothes me.
    Steps lead down from the bridge to the sandbar. A bench waits under the willows, a few beasts lay nearby. Often have I descended to the sandbar and offered crusts of bread to the beasts. At first they hesitated, but now the old and the very young eat from my hand.
    As the autumn deepens, the fathomless lakes of their eyes assume an ever more sorrowful hue. The leaves turn color, the grasses wither; the beasts sense the advance of a long, hungry season. And bowing to their vision, I too know a sadness... "

    (Hard-boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World - Haruki Murakami)

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