By Bruno Talerico
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Observations, opinions,and beliefs accrue—scraps saved,shiny pieces in the old shoebox. Relationshipsalight, deepen—fly away. Life is a collage,fragments collected or discarded,cut, sorted, pasted. Experiences evolve,shapes slowly revealthe mosaic that is you. © 2026 Bruno Talerico44/365
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I’ve been changing. Every experiencehas taught a different way to be. I’ve felt joy andlearned from my pain. Now, as you can plainly see,I’ve been changing. I walk the country mileshowing off my smile. © 2026 Bruno Talerico43/365
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Why do they write world warswith Roman numeralsinstead of Arabic numbers?oops—I guess that’s self-explanatory. No better timethan the beginning of battleto pray to the almighty. I like Mark Twain’s prayer bestto remind mewhat I’m really asking forwhen I pray for victory: “O Lord our God,help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our…
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I’ve got some bad newsfor all the believers:Muslims, Buddhists, New-Age gurus,Sunday-service Christians, for the joiners:Conservatives, Liberals, Anarchists, and for the rabble-rousers:gossips, reporters, advertisers, conspiracy theorists. You’re alla bunch of confused humans,seduced consumers unable or unwillingto resist donating valuable timeand hard-earned cashto The Hoodwinkers: the ones in fancy suits or funny hatswho give out the rules,the…
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Who’s sorry now?Who killed Cock Robin?Why do round pizzas come in square boxes.Does a planet with intelligent life exist?How you mend a broken heart?Who elected that moron?What was the heresy of Darwin?Why do Americans win smartass competitions and lose the Super Bowl of smartness?Are there cracks in the structure of the universe?Did he really say…
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Writing puts me in touchwith the me who wassensually connected to the universe.The me before sermons, headlines,and advertisements that corrupted my soul. Writing reconnectsmy inner child.I become seven instead of seventy.I become playful, inquisitive,and unafraid to contradict. When I write,the world becomes more expansive.My thoughts move towardsomething more open,to futures full of possibilities. When I…
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In the shadow of the temple,voilà!A revelation: You can’tmake everyone happyall the time. King Solomon won’t besplitting any hairs tonight. © 2026 Bruno Talerico38/365Image found on the internet:Helen Zarin- King Solomon Great Wisdom
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Calm demeanor and stolen glances,my longing dressed in camouflage. I hold back, fearing rejection—that I’m just a rebound, a distraction. Is being turned away worse than not knowing?Does she want me as I desire her? I envy each small caressof her finger on leaf or blossom, wishingher touch would landon me. I imagine her flowing…
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The religiousspend their livesin anticipationof an imagined future;expectation of an afterlifethat might not exist. The spiritualexist in the very real present,appreciatingthe paradise we live inwithout expectation. For them, if heaven exists,it is a bonus. © 2026 Bruno Talerico35/365.
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Sunrise in the east.Breeze from the south.Mountains to the west.Clouds in the north.Love surrounds. © 2026 Bruno Talerico34/365
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