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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-01-01 | | The morning precipitates noctiphobic emotions into the Mediterranean sea, the sky is a turbid wound bandaged with clouds bleeding grey birds over Madonna's Cave I shed the naive wings at the entrance and put them back on when I leave La Virgen de la Cueva At noon, the rain drenches us while climbing up the hill to the monastery besieged by almond buds, remember Christine... In the art gallery, we discover Magritte's allegories in a stained glass featuring fragments of lilies spilled from the Elysian Fields The evening rattles the olive trees ay, tiembla la tierra the harvest falls in the nets on the ground and miracles rustle plausibly through the gardens And if Madonna turns her eyes away from us we will bury every tear under thirty silver olives Poem published in Sage of Consciousness E-zine Copyright ©2006 Luminita Suse Ottawa, Canada
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