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אל היוצרים המעריכים את אלעד אידן
Now, all that is left, is the future.





Past, is just another word for memory.




Only by knowing the past can you understand the
present, and only by having both, will you be able
to built the future.




Our past is but a memory.
Our memory is what we see.
What we've seen, is already gone.
So our lives, are none.




לרשימת יצירות הסיפור קצר החדשות
חוסר אונים
So they asked me "Isn't that nice?", and for a moment, I
thought about nodding. But then I realized, "No it isn't".

This story, that I'm about to tell you, is a true story, one
that has never took place, not in this reality, and not in
any other plain of existence, but maybe somewhere else.
It all began, a few days before a long time ago

These eyes of yours that never cry


לרשימת יצירות השירה החדשות
יחסים
I have given a sign
I think

Did you receive it?
I don't know

אלוהים
We are the men
Who have no god

אלוהים
A long time ago I lost my faith
I thought i knew what happened then
An angel came and kissed my head
I killed him there with my own hand

הרהור
Sometimes when I look at the stars
I think to myself
How it would feel to lose everything
To have nothing
To see all my loved ones killed
And my friends disappear
And all my enemies run away
To have all my items taken away
To see the grounds turn

Can you feel what I feel?
Do you know what I mean?

There was this boy once who thought he knew everything
He thought the world he lived in was reality
And every time that other people talked to him
They've found out that he was always dreaming

ייסורים
I am lost right now
(But I will find my way)
I can live without

אהבה
Memory is fading with time
And when the memory is small
The time it lasts is short

Fading away
Taking my weakness
To the time of the day

It makes no sense at all
Alone we stand
Together we fall

I'll see you on the other side
In my dreams

הרהור
wasn't written on my birthday
this is a reflection of periodical human celebrations.

Sometimes, these things that I'm feeling
Aren't real at all.

Still
Still as water
Still as the sky above

בדידות
He never knew anyone
He never shared his own life
All he knows is how to do
He learned all by himself
He never had any friends

He's a master of spoons
And he controls you too

עצב
The void that fills the heart
Is the greatest void there is

ייסורים
They played with
Me
Yes they did
And I won't forget it
Never in my life

הרהור
Why am I here?
On this earth
Just to suffer
Never to understand
They say god made us here to live
But if this is life
I might rather never
Been born at all

I am trying
To understand
Why
The world it spinning around


לרשימת יצירות הפרגמנט החדשות
id you know that when you sleep, you see all of time, the
past, the future, and even the future? I am asleep, and I
have managed to realize the future, and perhaps someone,
sometime, will dream of it for me.

Once I was smarted, once I had a mind that was down to
earth, I knew the answers to everything that was logical.
But now it only confuses me, now I only look for beauty, and
I have found it. I know what it should be, and I know it is
blue, but I don't kno




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