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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-02-22 | | I ran and ran, happy yet in denial The doctors unsew my heart And had me pull away the last needle and string My thousand heartbeats you never heard To let out of my soul The rhythm and song of love To set free, to fly into this world I was about to die in my denial The doctors struggled to have me revived I got up and saw, out of the window Poems falling to the ground I took them in my hands Poems not meant for me The poet of the dark let them fall from his tree Trying to conquer his lady Fascinated by his mystery Remembering my own story Same story of denial Same feelings of betrayal I let my own poems fall to the ground I let myself hear my illusions' sound Our poems should make their voices heard Never to see lovers dying in the world Let us see poems on the ground Not lovers' voices killed, losing their sound
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