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always fast, always running without ever turning back.

Never mind the wounds in his feet and the tiredness of your eyes. She ran as if his life depended on it.

was away, fleeing as fast as his body was capable of. Plunged into a restless anxiety.

Fear gripped his soul, his heart was whipping his chest and looked at his watch to play a macabre joke.

was declared enemy of time and absurdly feared.

One day left to run and just sat in a bench near the beach. He fixed his eyes on the sea and only then became eternal.

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"Tales from the neighborhood," Masha Kirikova (and VI)

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Rowan Love

For the finches love rowan berries. Rowan berries are pretty, sweet and full of vitamins. This year there are plenty of rowan berries in our backyard and the young finch-boy invited his friend to eat. The pair of finches enjoyed the food so they decided to stay together in the tree until the summer.

Masha Kirikova
(translated and distributed with permission from the author)

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masks are not to blame ... Notes

"Masks are arrested expressions and admirable echoes of feeling, at once faithful, discreet, and superlative. Living things in contact with the air must acquire a cuticle, and it is not urg ed against cuticles that they are not hearts; yet some philosophers seem to be angry with images for not being things, and with words fo r not being feelings. Word and images are li ke shells, no less integral parts of nature than are the substances they cover, but better addressed to the eye and more open to observation. I would not say that substance exists for the sake of appearance, or faces for the sak e of masks, or the passions for the sake of poetry and virtue. Nothing arises in nature for the s ake of anything else; all these phases and products are involved equally in the round of existence, and it would be sheer wilfulness to praise the germinal phase on the ground that it is vital, and to denounce the explicit phase on the ground that it is dead and sterile".

George Santayana , en Soliloquies in England and Later Soliloquies (1922)

Dedicado a José Antonio Fernández de Rota , who taught me to understand ideas like this, that everything "is", no matter the subject of what is done (shell, smoke, desire, dream, plastic, lie possibility ...).

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[The masks are fixed expressions and admirable echoes of feelings, at once faithful, discreet, and superlative. Living things in contact with air must acquire a cuticle, and no one blames cuticles than hearts, however, some philosophers seem to bear a grudge against the images not being things, and words not to be feelings. Words and images are like shells, integral parts of nature as well as substances that line, but aimed more directly in the eye and more open to observation. I would not say there is substance to enable the appearance or to allow faces masks, or to allow the passions of poetry and virtue. Nothing arises in nature to enable another thing, all these phases and products are involved equally in the cycle of existence, and would be a complete stubbornness praise the germinal stage in the soil to be vital, and acknowledge the explicit phase in the soil from dead and sterile.]

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Lorca I (or Teach or unexpected A taste for the "truth")

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My girls, if we read this story out of it shaking, or worse, as if we stick a knife, and we can take it away, no, no. With the pain of a truth you can not say the truth about ourselves and our position in the world, it costs us know and tell, and has been a man stampede the face of the cultural system, a man of the margins, of course. How else would he know that truth, we do not need to be expressed more than that. When the book ends and the word is reverberating painfully virgin, virgin, with all its edges throat lips, scraped from the inside out, almost hurts to swallow at last: a virgin.

But my girls will not understand with all its force, can not. Just a glimpse of the surface and feel the echoes of truth in its effect. Best. Already have time.