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August 27 2017

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If suddenly you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 
— Pablo Neruda
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her. 
— Pablo Neruda, The Saddest Poem

August 19 2017

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thyreoidectomia:

how I see myself in the future:

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Szukam połączeń między nami. Szkoda, że są same z przesiadkami.
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Odkąd Cię tu nie ma, przestaję trochę wierzyć, że mogłaś mi się w ogóle przytrafić, że tyle rzeczy pięknych i niezasłużonych może nagle spaść na człowieka.

J. Przybora

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Ostatnia miłość pana Morgana(2013)
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Człowiek samotny to ten, który dla nikogo nie jest numerem jeden.
— Helene Deutsch
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Zas­ta­nawiałam się, czy Ty cho­ciaż przez jedną, je­dyną  se­kundę zatęskniłeś za moją obec­nością, za moimi żar­ta­mi czy dziw­ny­mi po­mysłami. Czy przez tą jedną sekundę poczułeś tęsknotę za mną i po­wie­działeś  szep­tem: "cholera, bra­kuje mi jej".

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Przepraszam dawną miłość, że nową uważam za pierwszą. 
— W. Szymborska
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Miłość przyjdzie dopiero wtedy, gdy nauczysz się żyć bez niej. 
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