By Bruno Talerico
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virginal cloudsdeflowered by azure skyangelsof the first degree© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 273/365.
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If I say I am confused,is that my reality?I read somewherethat the language we usestructures the reality we inhabit.Apparently, reality can change moment by momentdepending on the words used to describe it.If I say I am happy, that is my reality;if I say I am sad, that is a different reality.Do I really choose my…
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I may survive flash floods,and forest fires,tornadoes,tragedies, and heartbreak,but there is one certainty:I will not survive this life, and neither will you.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 271/365.
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No matter what the clock says, time is time.It is impossible or at least improbableto keep the past from passing away.Time exists somewhere between the order and its execution; it is identical withthe impermanence of being.Not world time, but infinite timeis formed by imagination,existing on a new horizonin an invisible labyrinthgliding with new rhythms,unbounded by…
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feels like drowning.smothering in tears,isolated, gasping, lost,trappedin inescapable darkness.searching, not findinglost spirit,gone to a different plane,now invisible except for memories.your laughter persists,stirring up profound feelings,sensations of love, warmth,an enduring bond.recalling chili-infused flavors,scent of fragrant spicesof that meal, with you,by the fire, on that cold winter day.fading echoes, glimmers,lingering shadows—all that remainof your once-sparkling soul.feels like…
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Sorry if this is interrupting your sleep,but this is a revolution.Suck it up! You can sleep when you’re dead.Warm inclusive unity.Freedomfrom ancient conditioning.Non-possessive love.Consciousness.Enlightenment.Liberation.A conceptual revolution!Pay attention!Whether achieved through chemistryor non-chemical processes,Altered states enlighten!Secret lessons available to anyonewith a responsible attitude.Okayyou can go back to sleep now.Sweet dreams buttercup.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 268/365.
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The weight of belief often drags us down,removed from the essence of our days.Gather the fragments,let go of sacred burdens,not in haste to replace what’s lost,to refocus our gaze inward,toward the ordinary.Bless it with the weight of our attention,to witness, in the stillness,holy light revealed in the mundane,to recognize each fragment of existence,as a whisper…
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When I diewill I be dead?If it’s not yes,then it must be no—or something unexpected.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 266/365.
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Poets don’t often become physicists, but physicists, driven by the incomprehensiblenature of the universe,sometimes find it necessaryto become poets.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 265/365.
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Without shelter, we stand in daylight. Without clothes, we feel the breeze on our skin. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a beautiful world out there.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 264/365.
Desert Dweller 