b.Order and freedom are ourselves linked by passion.We have to believe in both, we suffer from both.
c.He was trying to feel his way with his cane in the dark.And the relentless rain merged swearing.
d. Suddenly, a person was scared quietly arrive. He did not move, shrinking to a place where he felt safe. Chewing becomes painful, swallowing becomes anger. Then slowly calm down. Finally, the most terrible thing happened: pause. No way out. I can live until the end of time.
e. My life is Tango. My father is the sea. My mother is the earth. My name is Tango. Tango. There is no sea and no earth. What happened to the sea and the earth. My life is Tango. Tango.
f. The beautiful sound of the accordion. The spiders in the guest house launched the final round of attack. They weave a net on the glass. On the cup. On the ashtray. Table legs. Chair legs. They tied themselves up with a mysterious thread, as if the key came from their hiding corner. Every movement and swing of them is very good, as long as the invisible net is not bad enough to break. They weave nets on the faces, feet, and hands of sleeping people. Then immediately went back to where he was hiding. Waiting for their little lines to vibrate again.
g. He wanted to dig up the soil, but it was useless, and the soil fell back. He tried again but failed. So he wept. He sat on the window of the garage, but didn't know, didn't know whether it was dawn or dusk, endless.
h. Forever incomparable with short-term: variable, instantaneous. The intense light pierced the darkness. It seems weak, lacks coherence, and hollow. The last is blank. There are so many stars far away that you can't touch it. There is only a faint light in the middle: self.
i. Our truth may be rewarded or punished. And only there, everything has a place, a place far away from the real. There is a place that belongs to it, and it will always belong to it. This place is now.
j. They stared at the ceiling without a clue. That is so idle and passive that puts them in the forgiveness that they fear most.
k. We'll rise from the dead.
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