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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-12-08 | | A weird mix of reality and dream Things are different from what they seem Deep in the shadow world in which I dwell Unspoken beauty and horrors form within the shell My word, a dagger, my power immense My heart, a flower, my feelings intense Worlds mix together like oil and water Nothing I know my shell could shatter Inside a hero, outside weak Words form rapidly, the mouth cannot speak I yell from inside, the ears cannot hear My desperate cry I cannot make clear I am everywhere but no one can see I am the ones that cannot speak freely I am the people that go unnoticed The shy, the speechless, the mouths that are frozen Though inside there's a wonderful world To describe it no word can be told Outside it is grey inside there is color A bulb that can't turn into a flower A constant winter of doubt that what's inside is right Surrounds every word in a cloud of fright Behind my shield, I'm safe from all the monsters, They cannot wait for weakness to show all their powers And I am one and they are many If I show myself, they would slay me They would rip me to pieces with every word Feed on my tears, feel joy, feel strong
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