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Doorsteps of You My body is a prison, with guards on the side: thoughtful thoughts are born where all the fears hide. My body is a runway, so I pursue and admire; everything I think of is a sailless boat of desire. My body is a vehicle, takes me to my birth: for I hold on to the real and let go of what's worth. My body is a temple, with a mirror on the side: for the prison is illusion with death being a lie.

"What was she thinking...?" - the boy was sitting on the giant stone while staring at the Sun and wondering about the person who his heart was beating for. It was almost noon and the Sun had already released all its strongest rays, warming up the soil like a huge magnifier. The rock was burning under his body, almost melting his brand-new shorts like a piece of tufa just dropped out of lava. The boy was searching for his answer. The answer of his sadness, unhappiness and pain - ultimately, he wanted to find the cause of all his miseries. At that time, he couldn't imagine anything more serious and painful in his life. "Why did you leave me?"

At the dawn of its history, Man slowly developed the need for flavours in its food. So He turned to the Goddess of Spices: - Goddess, please bless me with sweetness, so that I can feel happiness and light taste! And He was presented mellow fruits and berries, which gave Him comfortable feeling and happiness. Later, when winter came, Man turned to the Goddess again: - Goddess, please bless me with warmth, so that it will not be so cold in the winter season! And He was presented garlic and hot pepper, which gave Him warmth and inner power. Later, when a sudden epidemic began to kill his villagers, He turned to the Goddess again: - Goddess,