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My heart is broken. It has been a while. It was last year when it and I broke apart. Smithereens.  So much suffering, so much pain. So many questions what have I done to deserve it? Why? It should be prohibitet to love someone so much. Since then I feel like dying, nobody cares, but it is okay. I had to remeber how strong I once was, before this narcistic person came into my life and took it all. Not only my strenght, but also my trust, pride... Left me here dying, broken, still bleeding, as if my wounds will never heal. 

I am still here. My heart beating, my blood circulating, my thoughts a mess. 

I still think, that the rythm of the heart, and the sound of it, is one of most magnificent sounds I have ever heard in my life. 

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Powiedz mi,a zapomnę. Pokaż mi a zapamiętam. Pozwól mi działać,a zrozumiem.

Konfucjusz

" Tell me something and I will forget it. Show me something and I will remember it. Let me do something( take an action) and I will understand" . This is simple translation of Confucius by me. I just wanted to write,that it is very important to let the students do something. As a teacher I hate when I see the lecturers instead of teachers. This is very common at the university. It is just like the professors stopped to grow,stopper to want something,like they misinterpreted the real purpose of teaching. There are very little lecturers who will let you do something during their classes and a great amount of lecturers who will talk to you (not with you!).

I thing that we should let everybody explore or take an action. Make them feel the stuff they are about to.learn. maybe they will not remember 100 percent of what you said or did,but the topic can have a huge impact on them because they had an interaction with it.

Stop talking start doing.

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Hurra die Welt geht unter !

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Simply wonderful.

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Yes, it is!

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Ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, wie es ist, tot zu sein, da es sich vorzustellen bedeutet, noch am Leben zu sein

Quentin Meillassoux, der franzözische Gegenwartsphilosph

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Whispered something in your ear It was a perverted thing to say But I said it anyway Made you smile and look away Nothing's gonna hurt you baby As long as you're with me you'll be just fine Nothing's gonna hurt you baby Nothing's gonna take you from my side When we dance in my living room To that silly 90's R&B When we have a drink or three Always ends in a hazy shower scene Nothing's gonna hurt you baby As long as you're with me you'll be just fine Nothing's gonna hurt you baby Nothing's gonna take you from my side When we laugh into the microphone and sing With our sunglasses on to our favorite songs When we're laughing in the microphone and singing With our sunglasees on to our favorite songs

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huehue

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Else Lasker-Schüler: Mein blaues Klavier

Mein blaues Klavier

Ich habe zu Hause ein blaues Klavier

Und kenne doch keine Note.

Es steht im Dunkel der Kellertür,

Seitdem die Welt verrohte.

Es spielten Sternenhände vier –

Die Mondfrau sang im Boote.

– Nun tanzen die Ratten im Geklirr.

Zerbrochen ist die Klaviatur.

Ich beweine die blaue Tote.

Ach liebe Engel öffnet mir

– Ich aß vom bitteren Brote –

Mir lebend schon die Himmelstür,

Auch wider dem Verbote.

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Kołysanka jodłowa

Kołysanka jodłowa , Jerzy Liebert

Dr. Zygmuntowi Żółcińskiemu

Koniec wróżą lekarze. Przyjechała rodzina, Sfrasowani grabarze Męża, brata i syna. Słońce mocno przypieka, Każdy atom rozkłada — Jakąś resztkę człowieka, Kosmicznego owadu. Resztka życia kołata, Lecz już płuca wyplute... Jeszcze jeden dzień lata Gruźlikowi nad Prutem. A tu z każdym dniem jodły Stokroć w lipcu wonniejsze... Cóż, i jodły zawiodły, Nie pomogło powietrze.

W termometrze rtęć skoczna Jutro się uspokoi. Z próżnią przykro widoczną Przestrzeń wnet się oswoi. Poprzez wonność jodłową Pójdą, każde w swą stronę, Ciało — w ziemię lipcową, Dusza w góry zielone.

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Shit ! 

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