Regjistruar: 08/07/2003
Vendbanimi: Padova
Mesazhe: 576

For: Elie Wiesel

Indifference maybe nothing. Nothing it's....it's cold...too cold....so cold that you feel burning....but at the same time you know that there is something deeper, that you can go deeper in cold or burning. Going deeper is like you find a combination of opening a door for centuries being closed ( like star gate ? ). You enter through the door just as you enter in the sea-shore with the eyes open and breathing like a fish. You can see all the stones but you know that they are not stones. You know that there are other doors waiting, maybe not for you or maybe not only for you ( is there a difference? Is there an indifference? ). You know that you are going deeper . You feel as you are dieing and maybe you know that you are…. You know that there is somewhere the ultimate door maybe not allowed to you but surely waiting for you or for another ( is there an indifference? ). Every time you look through the stones you feel closer and closer but not closer enough, you have had not enough…..ever. You know that it is behind the stones, behind the sea, behind the shore, especially behind the sky. You know that, because of your flashes. You know you can touch it….. only…. if it can stay a little longer. Maybe I have to get off some of my clothes when I get in the water….maybe some of my human ones…..maybe all of them……

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Regjistruar: 24/07/2003
Vendbanimi: in you
Mesazhe: 3137

till i find the subjects i really want to write about ,i will wander in pink stuff or any other stuff that comes my mind.I know it isn't my type of thing, i want more mystery, more adventure, more tension and political conflicts mixed with passion and love and ideals and blah blah blah (i bored you for sure)

oh and i have thought of writing a story about withces. so be prepared and critique me pls ,don't spare a thing.

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Regjistruar: 24/08/2003
Vendbanimi: night
Mesazhe: 2545

Relax lorie, you know that I was just teasing you! ... moreover, I'm not a writer nor I don't know about literature, so don't take very seriously what I tell you about your writtings

But................... here I am..... READY!!!

Kiss!

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Regjistruar: 18/01/2004
Vendbanimi: vendi i paradokseve
Mesazhe: 28

eeeeeeeeeeeeh
to be poetic is not that simple. I guess people become vulnerable when in love and not corresponded or when singing to a different kind of love, one that does not involve sexual urge.
so darling, where are you?
what are you doing?
with whom?

well, it doesn't really matter, if it is not me, right?
Yeah, it is right. The best thing to do is not to know about what you are doing, because the less I know, the less I will suffer and the less you will know that I suffer.
It is strange the kind of feelings a person can have in an august night, all alone and far from any possibility to even see you from far away. I got pictures, but although you look at me with sexy eyes, I feel they are cold and motionless, not human at all. "It is just a piece of paper", I tell myself.
"Yes, you are right!" - it replies.
So then, what shall I do with that piece of paper? Throw it away?
I can't! I simply cannot do it! Not yet! Not in a hundred years! I guess you will be my hidden feeling forever...

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Regjistruar: 18/01/2004
Vendbanimi: vendi i paradokseve
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You aren't that hidden after all, are you? This was the rudest thing you could do to me, ever!!! I don't think I deserved to be treated like that, or better say neglected like that, but you probably had your own reasons. Little selfish dickhead of no importance. It is not fair! You hear me?! It is not fair, at all and you are going to suffer. Oh yes, you are! I think I tolerated a lot of your bullshits to take another one. I clicked on delete and everything good about you inside me disappeared. There is nothing left, nothing at all. I announce you: YOU ARE DEAD!
Poor fish, of no importance!!!

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Regjistruar: 07/08/2003
Vendbanimi: Misterioze
Mesazhe: 1475

Well described Alinos. I liked the way you have expressed you feelings. Most of the people do feel neglected and at the same time, thinking that there was something wrong with them selves.


Me personally would say that the opposite of love is hate. You can not hate someone without loving them first. I tend to agree with this phrase because it is what I have experienced. It is their actions whom I Intend to no longer feel the way I felt before. You feel lost and betrayed and it takes time to rebuild yourself, it takes time to actually walk in front of them and look at them as if, you have never actually known them before but the hate will still be there.

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Regjistruar: 18/01/2004
Vendbanimi: vendi i paradokseve
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the irony of the situation is that it was just the anger of the moment, Hirushe. I am not able to hate and this is not because I love the person, but because I consider 'hate' an energy consuming activity of no importance.
The reason I reacted like that is because my "ego" was hurt and I am proud enough not to like such a thing. Maybe I am wrong, but self-respect and love are the only ways I can survive in a world of actions I cannot control fully, especially because not everything lies on one single person. In fact, it takes two to make love.
Analysing myself later I realized that I wasn't hurt. Nostalgia makes people think and believe what they later on understand were not real. So, did I! My everyday life is not influenced by that particular feeling or person. I am completely free of them both and I am more than able to live my life fully in joy and happiness. Well, maybe not everyday, but life is like that: with its ups and downs and when you are down, you feel sure you will be up soon enough to forget pain and be re-born.

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Regjistruar: 24/08/2003
Vendbanimi: night
Mesazhe: 2545

Love and Hate? I don't think so. You people want to understand what can't be understable.

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Regjistruar: 18/01/2004
Vendbanimi: vendi i paradokseve
Mesazhe: 28

maybe I don't understand concepts, but at least I try to understand myself and self-exploration is a life-time activity...

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Regjistruar: 24/08/2003
Vendbanimi: night
Mesazhe: 2545

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha alinos
maybe I don't understand concepts, but at least I try to understand myself and self-exploration is a life-time activity...

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