I've been never someone of typing stories. That.. just doesn't feel right. The magic feeling of freedom is gone.
That's why I write.
I write that what the wind can't tell to everyone.
I worded the story music knows to tell, to discribe.
I repeat that what people threaten to forget.
Bring the old back to the new.
As it composing of my own piece of music.
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Ik ben eigenlijk nooit iemand van het typen van verhalen geweest. Dat.. voelde gewoon niet goed. Het magische gevoel van vrijheid ontbrak.
Daarom schrijf ik.
Ik schrijf wat de wind niet aan iedereen vertellen kan.
Ik verwoord het verhaal dat muziek weet te vertellen, te omschrijven.
Ik herhaal wat men dreigt te vergeten.
Brengt het oude terug naar het nieuwe.
Als het componeren, van mijn eigen muziekstuk.
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Heyy,
This is my first new book in a while and.. I hope you gonna like it. There will be different fragments/ pieces text in this book. All written by me (obviously). Some of them will be short and others may be a bit longer.
It's also one of my first attempts to write an english book. If you see something that isn't correct written? You can tell me and I will correct it. Please do.
For my netherlands followers I will post the dutch translation beneath the english text.
That's all I wanted to say for now. Enjoy Povesti Scurte.
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Povesti Scurte
Короткий рассказA bunch of magical and non-magical short stories. Stories which are telling you a secret. Stories which are holding a secret. Stories which are a secret. My secret. And know.. it's also yours.
