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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-04-05 | | I lost my poetry inside a prose, among dialogues and characters, among chapters and conflicts. I looked for those rhymes, worn as earrings, by hundred of verses, I looked for hidden meanings and metaphors that live, and all I could find, was a sudden end, for the novel of time. I never thought that I will lose, the letters, sent to me, the paths, drawn for my romantic walks. I'm an oldman, that seeks traces of the past, I'm the nubs of a forest.
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