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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-11-07 | | autumn I sowed the seed in the park and it was I who watered it every day. then I slept by its side night after night and I held it in my arms till it bloomed. autumn. now. I buy a bottle of vodka, a pack of cigarettes and some candles. flowers they had argued. hidden behind palms, she started to cry slowly, silently I offered her a flower. then his fist did right. blood on my face. I held out the flower and the fist hit. again and again. everywhere on the sidewalk my teeth burst into bloom. bitter the same feather-bed in which I get entangled at night. through the window the hotel’s fosforescent lights a dog is barking. the lights are flashing and the tv is flashing. I put on my fluffy slippers and I take off my fluffy slippers the tip of my left hand slightly touches the floor and I’m spinning around till I fall down. the room is spinning too now and it lifts slowly to the sky. little bug a little bug is attempting to climb the table where I drink my coffee. always falls down at the middle. I drink the coffe and finish the cigarettes. then, with my warm hands I put the little bug at my right. now we sit and we look at each other and none of us says anything at all.
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