used to have one just like this:
back when i thought i had a future in this sport. to this day, i have a... tendresse, you could say, for crazy old chessmen. their obsession and madness i will forgive. one of my most favorite nabokov novels is the defense, for obvious reasons.
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I never knew that you had a chessmaster (chess mistress?) past in you! Then you'll definitely love this poem by Charles Simic called "Prodigy". Dark absurd drama ang context ng chess. I'm sure it's very different in the parks and trees of this country! Old men in shorts. Young boys watching. Everyone without jobs.
Unsay akong gi-build? Ambot ani. Basta ang mga sako sa semento naa ga babag sa gawas sa dalan! hehe
oh yes, "i loved the word endgame". and i used to think i'd grow up to be a great male chess player, with a beard that would make me look... distinguished. i was among the boys watching old masters in parks. and yes, they seemed to have aaaall the time in the world for it.
but that's all in the past, the very distant past...(interior: face window, affect a distant, pensive look). hehehe.
basin ang imong gi-build fort larry na! ikaw ha... =)
I would like to think, that everytime one put one's heart into something one was building a church. :-)
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