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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-04-25 | | Little lily flower Cropped in my hand Lost petals At the rising of the last spring Still carries the perfume of your heart Exhilarating my nostrils during wintertime When I am far from you I am looking for your heat The sweet flowers wandering The night amidst my dreams When your colours fade away At dawn, when I wake up Nightmare catches me up In your being away, I am waiting Now that you are not there anymore To protect me I am lonesome coping with time Sent to the front line But I do not know How long I could hang on Without the shadow of a flower To rest.
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