tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33838972612301825532011-11-13T23:37:01.038+02:00challenge your mind feed your curiosityNyarlathotephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18105149187783194418noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383897261230182553.post-41222482919000176902008-10-23T10:18:00.000+02:002008-10-23T11:12:57.974+02:00

It is a small theatre stage facing a round hall with balconies. I sit in the back of a balcony, first floor, can't see much, but the voices are loud and clear. The play itself is a russian version of an old don juan story. My thoughts wander away from the small theatre. I remeber a desire i always had, i see the bow i always felt closer to my heart from all waponology invented by humankind. But i

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