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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-01-04 | | the clay runs down on my black hands looking for dirt water will always return to azure accompanied by drums in the night of the shining dead a roar comes from the walls as they spit bullets what penetrates flesh stops in the icy blanket of the soul the doll has already disappeared, a long time ago, somewhere, in another reality a search in vane for my skin silver has burned the last drop of green hope falling into the abyss is just a prelude for the immortal stories the schizophrenic have missions that turn the tide around we stole the phoenix’s wings to fly with them over the rainbow and to spit flames fire balls howling in an empire of cold stars going out in a horrible light of purity that kills illusion genies transform in peaks of smoke moaning desperately humans set them free at last, towards the forgotten ocean of shadows I shout before the tree crosses bent for desire let us stop the slaughter until it’s not to late the lesson of the wax figures must be understood by those too confident the old shuar from inside the heart of the mountain used to say: “the tiger always lurks for your nape”…
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