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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-05-14 | | You opened doors in my mind i did not know exist, When all the while i was standing still in a box of night and mist. Come now floating white bird up in the darkest sky, borrow me your wings so i might take flight. You gave me back my unknown self, i was in a box without air or light. For a flower is fragile but bright,which closes its self up at night How is a flower ment to be, if it cannot be free. Without air or light, whilst so afraid throughout the night. For like my mind, it needs space to grow. But in that box of mist and sorrow, it wellows and dies, as my mind in continious night. Now my mind has seen the light, It shall no longer know only night but shall live in the light. Aswell as night
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