The Intimate Story of Didi and I
 (extracted from the To Die or Not to Die book)

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If you live each day as it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right. ~Steve Jobs We were not really on friendly terms, at the start, actually quite the opposite. Certainly not intimate terms. But after originally calling her by her birth name (or worse), not a very complimenting name, I little by little changed opinion and state of mind and finally decided to call her by a term of endearment, a sweet name – Didi. My friend, my confidant, Death. I do not remember how I reached this decision, but once done I found myself writing poetry to her, about her, around her, mentioning her... yes, her, feminine. And after a certain time I looked back and found out that I had written sufficient such poetry to fill a volume of its own, this one. Maybe it will feel less impressive than when you find these poems surrounded by other, in context, but for me it is a necessity and a request. Coming from Didi. Ok, Didi, you asked and I did, or rather do. Don’t love you, Didi.         ©anonymousdidi  Death         ©anonymousdidi  Letter To death         ©anonymousdidi  Bored         ©anonymousdidi  Hey, death         ©anonymousdidi  Hmm...         ©anonymousdidi  (Purists may say wide)         ©anonymousdidi  Friends         ©anonymousdidi  Didi         ©anonymousdidi  The Interview         ©anonymousdidi  STOP!         ©anonymousdidi  The non-creation act         ©anonymousdidi  Metal Fatigue         ©anonymousdidi  (Another) Chance Encounter         ©anonymousdidi  Visit, again         ©anonymousdidi  Fishing         ©anonymousdidi  Debt Collector         ©anonymousdidi  Love Eternal         ©anonymousdidi  Did we do it?         ©anonymousdidi  Formulae         ©anonymousdidi  Sorry, two         ©anonymousdidi  Halloween, kind of         ©anonymousdidi  06:06 AM         ©anonymousdidi  Countdown         ©anonymousdidi  Sack twenty-two         ©anonymousdidi  Sleepless... helpless maybe?...         ©anonymousdidi  A special kind of Christmas         ©anonymousdidi  THE question         ©anonymousdidi  Mosquitoes, two         ©anonymousdidi  Corpses Collector         ©anonymousdidi  Telomeres         ©anonymousdidi  Didiism         ©anonymousdidi  Sorry, three         ©anonymousdidi  Spelling for the forgotten generation         ©anonymousdidi  Funny Thing         ©anonymousdidi  What         ©anonymousdidi  Didi, like Death         ©anonymousdidi  The Menu         ©anonymouslast  Certainly not the last encounter. Here I am, telling.         ©anonymouslast  Birds and Bees         ©anonymouslast  Boo!         ©anonymouslast  Moonscape         ©anonymouslast  Approaching         ©anonymouslast  A New Me         ©anonymouslast  Garden         ©anonymouslast  Yes, green, no         ©anonymouslast  Yes, I am         ©anonymouslast  Legends, probably         ©anonymouslast  A Heart to Heart         ©anonymousdidi  Dialogue of kinds

    anonymousdidi is a pseudonym for yossi faybish