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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 | | surrounded by devastation, I laugh a flower bursts tearing down steel life insinuates through every orifice of the fence we build useless walls the river invades the fields reflecting the sky in warm blood a hole world crying in an indifferent universe * the life of seconds heats up in the scummy summer shadowing chestnuts we look in vane for smoke archetypes the clouds flow untroubled towards the lips of the horizon preparing for a fall into circle the roars give birth to a sum of natural smiles * a lot of broken hearts disappear transforming into impotent ash a happy tear touches the remains melting the sand and transforming it into faults of love the earth under her feet irradiates understanding an entire world captured into a single breath so warm * the lamb screams fill up the night quid pro quo whispers the wise cannibal you have to give in order to fully receive a sphere of the seasons caressing flowers and finally we all accept that even the most intense red diminishes into gray death and tragedy embrace at the end of the earth but the flowing water doesn’t care at all…
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