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I’m life mixed with death. I’m the battle of desire. I’m fear and despair. I’m the contradiction. I’m novel and totally unexplored. I’m the dark sky, rarely illuminated with stars, sparkling, hidden, and totally alien. I am love mixed with bitterness, pollen disguised in the petals of a flower, the nauseating stench and an azure strip of light in the bloody-red sends. I’m the apex, inaccessible to look nor thought. And I’m a bird singing a fresh early morning in the park of Paris. And I’m an eroded shape vaguely faceted in the rock of history. What am I? That’s a question or, maybe, weeping? Maybe the tears of a new-born child, the pride of a nestling. I’m a number, a letter, and the whole universe, neatly packed into order, cosmos. I’m precipitating blindly in the fog of the children’s laughter. I’m struggling for life, or, maybe, waving it goodbye. What am I, I’m Rus, million times mixed with all the colors of the world; and born to desire I fall down some late fall of the monde. Having opened my embrace I give my self insistently demanding the substitution. Or am I the ice of the key that the tired hand’s turning in vain. Or it’s the flame of the coldness, or it’s the alien land, singing, attracting, colorful, inaccessible, abandoning, subtle – in the insanity of sounds. I’m never, and nothing, it’s the leader, the lust, the science, the pendulum, it’s the dying animal praying to be forgiven with the foam on its (my) muzzle. Where am I, when am I, how am I? I’m in the notebook bursting of numbers, in nobody, I’m alone….. cheerless, cold, impetuously rushing along, impetuously approaching and impetuously slipping away. I’m the heart in the sweetest languor of the world saturated with meaning. There I’m unbuttoned, and the flame of my soul burns brighter than all my insignificant life. Where am i? There am i? There am I buried? Is this is my essence? Me? Found? YOU know………