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 The Gift
It happened very long ago. It happened in another world… He was looking for me…

Masquerade
She corrected the halo, spread her wings and flied to Heaven. She didn't see he watched her flight. She didn't know he had wings too. But his wings were black as night.

Dialogue
Every human creates himself, like an artist who draws a picture. We’re only brushes. And we must endeavor.

Parallel
I had no words. First I got up, I didn’t know, where, then it turned out that my Guardian Angel was a person quite material and quite handsome. Of course I had never had any doubts in his beauty but such a handsome man…

Poetry
Some of my poetry translated into English

 

 

 


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