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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-11-17 | | From my heart, takes wing a bird That tries to defeat the delicate Curvature of the sea rim, Where the ocean’s wilderness Embraces the sky’s loneliness; With half-burnt wings, Too red little legs, Far away from the island With my trees in tears Wry and incomplete grown up, She is looking for a coast Where to learn the walking; With the memory stamped by Frisking remembrances Within the remorse’s protective gloom I’m shattering illusions. My heart is whitening.
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