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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2010-07-27 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | I stood in an empty room but couldn’t find sun rising, air flowing, rains falling, winds blowing, sands flying, leaves drying, birds singing, moon sinking, stars falling, children weeping, girls singing. I still wait. So does the room, though it has become more empty, more matured for, it has learnt that it’s wait would never end. And it solaces it. It calms it. I stood in an empty room waiting for the frozen emotions to defrost, for silent music to wander like unbridled streams, for trembling edges to firm up their exactitude, for tranquilized sadness to melt slowly. I still hope to wait. So does the room. Empty, though it is. It has an unshakable faith in it’s own emptiness, in it’s own invincibility, in it’s own recesses. The attractiveness of hollowness that lives with me throughout there, enchants me, befuddles me, coaxes me, telling me interruptedly that there are many other rooms more empty than this room. Why? Can it be so? Yes. Because the ones in those rooms are more emptied than the rooms.
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