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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-05-04 | [This text should be read in romana] | Submited by Valeria Pintea Ce proaspata mireasma de catina, de coaja Si de polen si seva in jur s-a risipit ; Copacul, plin de soare, isi picura-a lui vraja ; Un har divin in parcul imens s-a-nstapanit. Frunzisurile limpezi par crete, moi dantele ; Si iarba si samanta si mugurul verzui, Cu sclipete-argintate, par verzi, mici pasarele ; Nu-i primavara numai, desi nici vara nu-i ! Ce straluciri, ce poze de incantare pline ! Flori de migdal si piersic, corolele clatind, Vibreaza ca o roza roire de albine, Cu inima parfumate si guri spre noi tanjind. Nimic nu misca. Pacea-i deplina in natura! Pe la fereste, storuri de trestii odihnesc; Chiar gazele-n nisipuri, sub umbra de rasura, Au ametit de parca, sfarsite, se topesc. Nu simti nimic, nici varsta, nici doruri, nici regrete ; Esti un copil, ce cata, nestanjenit si pur, Cu bratele intinse, pe tarm sa se desfete Pe pajistea tivita de cerul de azur. Ce bun, ce lent e totul, ce liniste descinde … Si totusi, obsedante, moi griji parca respir ; Brusc, linistea aceasta tot sufletu-mi cuprinde. O, Doamne, Doamne, iata : e-aproape un delir !
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