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The Chess Game

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You have always been the blues song for me which is never to be told. You have had a classic white car which has abondened among plum trees behind long years. Loving you is a chess game. One king, one queen… No escape from capture. We will be lying in time as long as your classic car waiting to be on the road among the plum trees. Singing blues… I have no real courage to love and be loved as the game may be simply over. Up, down, to the sides, no more places to escape from being abondened…...

The Impossible Love

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Knowing what I hadn’t done before you left the lands which we both breathed deeply, hurts me endlessly now. I clearly know that I really love you with my lungs breathing your secret in surviving realities. When at last I decided to walk to your apartment on 247th street, you had already gone to other heart-land. I haven’t told you how much and how long I have been loving your raspy voice singing country on highways, while I was whistling through the warm wind at late night. I had...