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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-05-04 | | I see some blank pages, that's what I have in front of me, I wonder why you've left without a single word. Hopeless. Blank pages and plenty of flesh wounds, that's all I've got from you… But I don't blame you baby… You are just a gatherer, like anyone else. Don't deserve a single glance from you, you're right. Our cosy little house was just a gateway to hell… And my elbows, with those grazes… you've hurt me, baby, remember? And what can I do? Besides, I'm lonely. I'm frightened. In this mournful room, where sometimes we used to light a rainbow, I can't even reach the ceiling, because I'm blind and crippled. The walls look towards me and grin. What a nightmare ... But I'm awake, I pray to a mucky icon. To walk again, but no response. Not even a slight touch from heaven... Would you come tonight, to swallow me, like the greatest ocean I've ever met? Swallow and kill. I'm done...
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