october 12, 1992
i'm
a lonely man. nothing to be proud of. there are armies
of
unhappy people who run about and look for
other
unhappy people – only that between the unhappy and the unhappy
there
are many degrees of unhappiness.
some
have much money, others have vain
hopes
– there aren't only unhappy people
of
one kind.
and
when, however, they meet,
the
unhappy people make revolutions, after which
everything
is taken away from them.
(c) ioan es. pop
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