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Poet - part 1Poets need muses. But what if you find one and fell in love with her? Should our friend risk his work and propose, or just keep watching from distance?
I'm sitting in the cafe like every day. Is it too noisy place for a poet? Yes, it is, but view in the mirror on the wall rewards me for my discomfort.
Oh, my muse gave me a fleeting smile. I know, I usurp unjustly what is not mine, but I can´t do otherwise. I can´t go and speak to her. I have to be satisfied with the reflection in the mirror. Who gives me right to spy on her? What would she think, if she knew about it? But no matter that, her smile is worth all pain in the world!
Smile
I don´t know who I am,
What I am
Where I walk,
Whose messenger I am,
Death or salvation for me waiting,
But I keep smiling.
I originally came here just for coffee, to hide from the weather. When I settled down, it occurred to me that I could write a poem about a storm, but look out the window wasn´t inspiring at all. I co Not so bad - part 1 Love is never easy. But how much complicated it can be? If you love your boss, or when you love your employee... some problems always occure.
Vincent tiredly sit in chair. He knew what he was waiting for and it wasn´t pleasant at all.. Actually he was looking forward to it too much and it bothered him. You need woman, just some woman, he tried to persuade himself. Without success. Knock on the door disturbed him from grim thoughts. "Come in," he said reluctantly, resting his elbows on the table. And here it is. His personal hell. How he deserved it?
Girl with red hair and devilishly green eyes came into office. Vincent quietly grinded his teeth. Why? Why?! "Mr. Harper?" asked the incoming politely. "Do you have a minute?"
"Certainly," said Vincent. "Do you have that text for me, Jane?" Jane smiled widely and sat down opposite Vincent's table. "I hope you enjoy it," she said and gave the boss her work. I like something totally different, he thought stiffly and looked at a Perom basnika - kapitola 1Perom básnika
Básnici potrebujú múzy. Ale čo ak sa do tej svojej zamilujete? Mal by Básnik riskovať svoju inšpiráciu a uchádzať sa o srdce múzy, alebo ju len pozorovať z povzdialia?
Tak ako každý deň i dnes sedím v tejto kaviarni. Že je to prihlučné prostredie pre básnika? To áno, ale pohľad do zrkadla na stene mi túto obeť nahrádza.
Ach, moja múza mi venovala letmý úsmev. Viem, prisvojujem si neprávom, čo nie je moje, ale nemôžem inak. Nemôžem ísť múzu osloviť. Musím sa uspokojiť s odrazom v zrkadle. Kto mi dáva právo ju takto špehovať? Čo by si pomyslela, keby o tom vedela? Ale nech, za jej úsmev stojí každá strasť!
Úsmev
Neviem kto som,
Čo som,
Kam kráčam,
Čí som posol,
Čaká
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