"The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy."
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This is the story of a man in search of his future.
It includes stories about living, loving, and definitely a lot about learning.
It replays songs of courage and tales of triumph, echoes of blissful passion and cries of endless yearning, joyful shouts of love and tributes to inevitable loss.
But mostly, this is a story about four solitary principles:
truth, beauty, freedom -- and eventually, love.
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- Waiting game
- Rags to riches
- Living the dream
- Words across the etherium
- Careful what you ask for
- Wish you were here
- Shhhhh
- A soul at peace
- No more fear
- Nine months
- Silence - Part Deux
- Transposition
- This story is about
- What if ...
- Can you translate?
- Long conversation
- Homework
- The hardest part
- No looking back
- Silence
- My sweet dream
- How fine she is
- Healing nicely
- My power, my gift
- Cat's revenge
- Wanting something Canadian
- Thousand moments
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