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Game Time

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The two boys climbed effortlessly on top of the garden wall. Once there they giggled, feeling proud of themselves. They sat in silence enjoying their prime spot. The night was quiet and the sky was clear. The air was fresh and crisp. Perfect weather conditions as they said on the telly.
“I’m gonna have myself a smoke.“ Billy said reaching for his pocket.
“No, you’re not! Are you daft man?! She is going to see the light, and then all of this is for nothing.”

Mr. Murphy and The World

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Nobody tells you that life is not like in the movies, they let you figure it out by yourself. No big events, no spectacular happenings. It was smooth sailing through the murky waters of existence for Mr. Murphy. He was staring through the glass walls of the store, looking at the passers by on Moore street. He liked looking at them, so colorful and so different, this was one of the little things he liked about his job, he could look at people and nobody thought it was strange. They did not pay too much attention to the old and fat security guard watching them from the cheap store.

Feeling Human

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How do you put your past behind you? How do you do that? How do you put it all out of your mind and move on? Time heals all wounds they say, but how do you forget? You don’t, he thought, while looking at the black water of the Liffey. He was down, he felt his feelings drowning him as if he were under the very water below his feet. He desperately wished he did not feel like this, to have the strength to put it all behind him and move on, and enjoy the normal life he had built for himself now. The thing that hurt him the most was his shame. He was ashamed, he felt queasy only when he thought at some of the things he had done, it took all his will not to throw up. How could he do that? He had to. Had he now?

Zeul Bucurestilor

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Era un om cu o anumita carisma, pe care l-am cunoscut intr-un anumit context. Il priveam prin fumul sidefiu din cafenea cum le vorbea fetelor cu ochii mari care il sorbeau din priviri. Eram intamplator acolo si tot intamplator mi s-a schimbat si viata. Ii auzeam cuvintele si ma fascina faptul ca, desi vorbea doar despre el, dadea impresia ca vorbeste despre fiecare persoana de pe fata pamantului. Cuvintele dramatice si pline de simtire i se rostogoleau de pe limba si ca o potiune magica transformau subit starea auditoriului hipnotizat. Acum radeau toate in cor explodand de amuzament, acum tintuiau podeaua cu privirea abia oprindu-si lacrimile. Fascinatia lor pentru el m-a fascinat si pe mine, asa ca, mi-am indreptat atentia mea rece si analitica catre sursa cuvintelor seducatoare.

Cartea de rugaciuni

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Atinse pios cu mana buzunarul pentru a se asigura ca este acolo. Simti coperta tare si se linisti. Este acolo. Doar faptul ca o atingea, asa prin materialul hainei, ca o stia acolo, ii dadea un sentiment de bine, de siguranta. Autobuzul il zgaltaie in stanga si in dreapta, ar vrea sa prinda un loc, sa o poata deschide, sa o poata frunzari. In aglomeratia asta nici o sansa. Visezi. Priveste pe geam si i se pare ca in departare vede turla unei biserici. Zambeste. Dumnezeu este peste tot. Statie. Autobuzul se opreste si oamenii incep sa curga din el ca un fluviu in mare. Scaun. Se indreapta hotarat si fara a se uita la cei din jur, de teama sa nu il roage cineva cu privirea sa ii cedeze locul, se tranteste satisfacut.

In jurul mesei

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Avea obrajii aprinsi de caldura plitei deasupra careia statea aplecata. Amesteca in oala mare si nici nu clipi cand valul de abur fierbinte ii invalui chipul. Nici nu mai simtea caldura focului sau dogoarea plitei incinse, era total absorbita in ganduri, fiind doar o masinarie de gatit automata, caci ea, ea nu mai era acolo. Ea era cu mintea departe, la Ileana. Cat se mai straduise sa o invete bine. Cartile alea pe care le tot citeste sunt de vina. Si cand te gandesti ca a fost o vreme in care ea o incuraja sa citeasca. O bucura iubirea ei de carte, o facea sa spere ca poate va deveni invatatoare sau ceva, mai bun, mai instarit. Acum totul se dusese pe apa sambetei. Cartile o facusera sa viseze la cai verzi pe pereti, sa isi dispretuiasca viata si nevoile, sa vrea orice altceva decat sa mai traiasca in acel loc. Of Ileana mama! Ce ma fac eu cu tine! Nu te pot lasa sa iti distrugi viata cu handralul ala! Meriti mai mult!

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