trembling

Onesa laughed heartily, while uncle Sile told, laughing himself, how he had proposed to a gypsy woman to guess his fortune, and she had set off a flood of swearing, and to stop it, the armed intervention of the bulibasha had been needed

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Me, the one in the mirror

A man who has lived his whole life in decay and ignorance, always carried like a leaf in the wind, will cling to any illusion, will make all kinds of unrealistic scenarios that he will get out of the miserable situation in which he finds himself.

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The Midnight Lord

A rustling had awakened me from a deranged dream in which three cannibals had spared my life, asking me instead to hum a ballad I used to sing to them when I was younger. My eyes stung from so much darkness. Sleep had left me for good, but still

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