Thread:MarieHickyHiney/@comment-31019144-20170626122101/@comment-31019144-20170627120747

Hello Marie, just wonderful! I want more of it! Your text reminded me of a book, the only book I've ever written. It was for my wife and comes from the time when we met. It has over 1500 pages and contains similar passages. I bound it myself and gave it to my wife. The title is "Not for sale" and that is it. Here to sniff you for a small passage from my works.

Autumn

Gray thoughts stick like deaf spiders in the alcove of the insufficiency of human spirit. Scary rainy weather everywhere. Like gauntlets of the tarantulae, the impact sounds of heavy drops torpedo the mind, synchronizing themselves into the harmony of melancholy. In deep black clouds the melancholy of the ego is reflected. Cascades of droplets flow continuously along the edge of the moss-grown rain gutter, saws that cut deep into the flesh of consciousness. Wild geese trumpet the song of the coming farewell in the distance, the sound reminds us of the finitude of all things. Gloomy visions of another world are hovering like the hammering of a baton on bleached, pale, hollowed-out skulls. Black crows circling silently over the old oak that tormentedly bend the back of their dead trunk. Lazy odors rise up from the memories of long-forgotten childhood nightmares. The time of all will be opened.

I do not know if the translation is correct, but you can perhaps guess.

See you soon, I'm glad to hear from you again. Your Maguti