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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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| some time ago down-blocks rose on virgin mary’s vagina and it smelled like compressed concrete religion or the workers’ sweat pouring tar on the roofs now time has peeled the sidewalks but then we were picking up balloons filled with milk and thrown from the balcony we were filling them with excitement twisted they resembled tiny chairs and we would run around them, crazy and sinful children we would sit down as fast as we could and depending on each one’s weight they would explode shaking the walls that sheltered us all (the end with the who from thrash can lids) is there anybody out there? and then virgin mary would smile at me with all her lips among her grey, rough corners – a filthy Pit because of the microbes’ orgies or the setting of Dacia cars’ skeletons on fire with a prickling smell of carbide mixed in the water underneath the side-walk I would die there a thousand of times, among syringes and used perfusions in the black smoke caused by the tractors’ tyres hereafter I would sit in the Pit between abortions, on used sofas watching shows in the wooden box of a Diamant tv-set inside people used to throw spray bottles over the flames the Freon would arouse in coloured combinations lighting the closed-window balconies and tram’s rubber corners T53 is an end-line where tram drivers would stop to drink coffee underneath their fingers, earth-like and to smoke a viceroy stub in the Diamant tv-set I would applaude the cloudy sky above the Pit, virgin mary laughing with all her rough lips bits of bread in her teeth and CEMENT flour
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