http://slow.writerscafe.org/ivansokac The original writings of author Ivan Sokac en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776119990 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The adult world was long and imprudently pouring lies onthe purity of the newly created mind, believing persistently in the vortex ofnonsense and living in it. They do not know differently. They are afraid…That is why they are fostering thelie and with finger in front of the mou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivansokac/2026674/ At the end of the line is the most beautiful.The giggle of cullible lips makes you laugh. Even the thunder spare youwhen they bored him and cuts them like a sword. As arrogant, a storm cloud sluice them passing by. Not accidentally…Then you see howsome have passed through, alt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivansokac/2026673/ These seem to be your tears, which I shed wildly on my face. They are, onlyyou know to cray like that. No one else…For a long timemy face is wet and I wonder if you ever stopped crying.I do not dare to leave…If I go anyway so wet and come across the wind, he will no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivansokac/2026671/ Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivansokac/2025662/ Love and Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivansokac/2025649/ Transience of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivansokac/2023550/