"They? They are slaves, they have been slaves all their lives. They don't know anything except eat potatoes. Suspiciously guessing about each other, hiccups in silence because they think they are deceived. Slaves have no master, but they can't be without pride, They don’t have self-esteem and courage in their bones. They just like to live in their own shadows. They follow the shadows like a flock. Without aura and fantasy, they can’t live. But don’t drive them crazy, otherwise they will. It's powerful and destructive. They just need a warm room and steaming red peppers. If they can sleep with the hostess next door, they will be thankful."
"You are lazy in corruption, and you are far away from the meaningful things in life. You can't plan any results, and your dreams are still blind and fragmented. The miracle you are looking forward to has never appeared."
"Everything is normal. No one of them dared to leave. They must be lying on their bed and snoring, or staring at the ceiling. They have no clues, but they are so idle and passive that they are in what they fear most. During forgiveness".
"Order and freedom are connected by passion. We have to believe in the two, and we are tortured by both. To abuse freedom is to waste it and throw it away as rubbish. People don’t like freedom and are afraid of freedom. The strange thing is that freedom does not There is nothing to be afraid of. On the contrary, order is often scary."
"One morning at the end of October, that was the first unbearable autumn rain. Before it landed on the earth, it landed on the hot cracked ground, in the western part of the farm. That smelly swamp flooded the road and couldn’t. Passable. Until the first frost, the entire town was isolated from the world. Ftaki was awakened by a bell, and the nearest church was eight kilometers away to the southwest, in the ancient Horkmeisters. A lonely little church. But there is no bell there. During the war, this church has collapsed."
"Suddenly, a person was frightened by the silence. He did not move, and shrank to a place where he felt safe. Chewing became painful, swallowing became anger. Then slowly calmed down. Finally, the most terrible thing happened: pause. There is no way out. I can live until the end of time."
"The beautiful sound of the accordion. The spiders in the guest house launched the final round of attack. They weave a web on the glass. The cup. The ashtray. The table legs. The chair legs. They tied themselves with mysterious threads, as if from them. The key to hiding in the corner. Their every movement and swing is very good, as long as the invisible net is not bad enough to damage. They weave the net on the face, feet, and hands of the sleeping person. Then immediately return to hiding. Place. Waiting for their little lines to vibrate again."
"He wanted to dig up the dirt, but it was useless, and the dirt fell back. He tried again or failed. So he wept. He sat on the window of the garage, but didn't know, whether it was dawn or dusk, endless. "
"Forever incomparable with short-lived: variable, instantaneous. Strong light pierces the darkness. It seems faint, lacks coherence, hollow. The last blank. There are so many stars in the distant place that you can’t touch it. There is only a faint light in the middle. : Self. Our reality may be rewarded or punished. Only there, everything has a place, a place far away from reality. There is a place that belongs to it, and it will always belong to it. This place is now. A place that will always be trusted."
"The angel saw it, the angel knew, her heart was calm, the trees, the road, the rain, the night, everything was quiet. She thought that everything that happened was a good thing, so everything became simple in the end. She knew Her angel has set off for her."
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