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SOLITUDE LITTLE FEARS THE EMBRACEMENT
The solitude fears little the embrace. I am explaining to two hungry blackbirds, behind the window with their beaks holed up in feathers, that loneliness is nothing more than hunger and that (at least for them) the embrace can mean the piece of bread. I have to convince them that Lent is still far away. I know that the two of them are always paired, because the wings are made to fly. I am explaining to him that it would be much worse, after the embrace, be suddenly alone. But incomprehensible to them the concept of the company’s ice that hugs me. And that long I can no longer feel hungry. I have eaten too much in recent years.
(Natalia Bondarenko)
