Lina Ru's Writings
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Poem
Nov.06.2008
The saddest nights become real if Ichoose despair over hope,treason over my lovely fantasies,pain over chocolate bites of love,to fall in mistakes over seeing opportunities, routines over traveling spirit,mental chains over flying through open skies,paradigms over new horizons,the traditional over the creative,you over the others,you over true love.
Believe the...
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Poem
Oct.18.2008
There is a moment in life where we discover we are the doers of our destiny. Can we create a lovely future? How can I paint my skies of happy melodies? How can I light the earth of sunny memories? This is a very sweet childish poem!
Someone told me it was time to bloom again, it was my lovely brother, pear fruit.
I am an apple tree.
I paint the skies of...
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Poem
Oct.10.2008
Where does the universe begin? --We have asked this question since the beginning of the comprehension of what is the universe. We have asked it because we are born and die. We suppose that all things have a start and an end. Could we be wrong? There is no start or end of the universe. This includes us. Why? Everything that surrounds does not have a beginning or...
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Poem
Oct.02.2008
Where do magical moments hide? Why do they arise? Can I do something to live them?
Magical moments are this instant,instead of waiting for the ferry to take us to Sunshine Island:
...Create magic with patient observation of the world, this mind of mine.
...We can go aboard the boat of time,and drift along through the ocean of today with the sail of becoming one...
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Poem
Oct.01.2008
Inspiration.
Flower's dust impregnates the flavor of my sweet memories, it tastes so colorful I feel I could die.
Inhalation.
I begin to understand the reason I exist, and in such delirium my body rests.
Exhalation.
Color spreads I am made of sugar, and as heat melts my heart I become cotton candy,flower umbrellas,and merry rain.
Inspiration,...
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Short Story
Sep.20.2008
The old man told me, once, the secret for undying life. I have never been interested in science, but I live peacefully. I have never liked my visage. I have parched hands from hard outdoor work, and my face had tiny wrinkles with spongy skin.
The farm looked fresh. The rain had just stopped, and the birds were beginning to sing. I felt calm, but empty. I can...
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Short Story
Sep.16.2008
I continued walking, until the sun had buried itself under the mountain. The pain was such, I felt I could collapse, and give everything up. Including, why I had chosen to go.
My best friend was nowhere in sight. Somebody told me that when you feel alone, it would be death. I had never enjoyed those talks about death, but feeling it so near I felt as ice......
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Those that challenge me, question my ideas with good arguments, and have new insights about life.