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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-11-16 | | You wanted to weave from cobwebs a new bride dress Maybe for words another sense Thinking that they’ll keep yourself alive forever Woman you were within an ace of being a good wife However, your leg still hesitates against your will at the last step If you wouldn’t perceived the touch’s wear If only in some moments, you would take care more and focus within your flesh and skin The concave belly starts to hit the spine You are as non-existent in profile Some day you’ll adopt a motherless child If you would assumed your independence you were close to be a good mistress But making knot all of the sudden the threads lost their provenance Passion, faith, abnegation, conscience If you would not forgot the final of one among the hundreds stories If you would not gummed up in slumber once among the white thousands nights You were within an ace of being a good mother If you wouldn’t had a meanings disease If you wouldn’t try at maturity to buy from parents forgiveness for infancy’s sins If you would ask a little less from yourself You almost would be about to don’t regret That soon you won’t be anymore and you bequeath from a strange world Only unused cobwebs A worn-out bride dress And pain of wounded words
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