UNEDITED THOUGHTS, from the book “The Pigs Have Flown, now what?”, Leila Samarrai, 2014

Never trust a poet who can’t use his swears properly.
In poetry, never argue with your ex lovers.

The poem is an universal message of the exquisite selection of the separation of the vanity.

The true poet is capable to put the whole universe in his poem or sometimes even in just one single verse.

The best literature and the purpose of art is the survival of the human race.

Art is a game. Poetry is a game. At the end of the day, either
you know how to play or not…

A tip for a writer during the creation of a masterpiece:
Turn off your brain and write.

In poetry, always open your heart. There is no poetry without a bloodshed.

The consequences of the global climate change: After the rain sun does not come anymore.


Author: Leila Samarrai

I am a person of Himalayan seclusion, I am Atalanta in vestments of Helen of Troy, for me there is no term (aphorism there is, maybe). Cosmopolitan is too modest word for one who wanders across epochs without the help of the time machine. Some people consider me weird, because usually this is so when they do not understand something or someone that do not represent their existence. I love cats, an animals in general, I like challenges, I am persistent, I am combative (sometimes I can exaggerate in that - in all) If I were stylistic figure my mortal name would be Hyperbole. Read me. Know me. Conquer me :)

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