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26 Aug

I used to clean my glasses every day. Rub, polish and make the lenses shine. I wanted to see the world as it was, to see colours and smiling people. But I couldn’t find them anywhere, no matter where I looked. Now my glasses are all smeared. There’s nothing beautiful out there to make me clean my glasses again.

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  1. Ralu 26. Aug, 2008 at 11:08 pm

    :( :-S :(( !!! You can’t have lost hope. That’s just not possible. You were made that way – lovely and happy and alive and orange. So SMILE! :D

  2. ionuca 26. Aug, 2008 at 11:09 pm

    >:D< I haven’t! It’s just and idea that crossed my mind today >:D<

  3. Ralu 26. Aug, 2008 at 11:10 pm

    And look, Urma has a sister/brother! http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6_HIACq8Rh4/SLLNfcEigXI/AAAAAAAAB_o/0EwnnU0lSZ4/s1600-h/100_5887.JPG

    It belongs to this illustrator from Buenos Aires, Gustavo Aimar.

  4. Ralu 26. Aug, 2008 at 11:29 pm

    Why can’t I write another comment?

  5. Ralu 26. Aug, 2008 at 11:30 pm

    Yup, it’s because of the link. :| I put it on Twitter. :)

  6. ionuca 26. Aug, 2008 at 11:46 pm

    OmG, another uRMa! Who would have thought? :))

  7. Thomas Hunt Morgan 27. Aug, 2008 at 1:06 pm

    Genetics, eh?

  8. ionuca 29. Aug, 2008 at 12:51 am

    @ Ralu: comment recovered! :D

    @ Thomas: Yeah, that stuff can be really scary sometimes :)

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