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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-01-28 | | During the strike from this autumn, on a Thursday, a phone call announces a meeting with all the leaders from this area. Rains insistently – scattered by wind leaves everywhere Pitiless rain in Cugir. I make up my mind rapidly. I get into Dacia. A trip in such conditions is difficult. I will be a copilot as so many other times. At road, traffic intense. The cars have their headlinghts on. They drive cautiously. Until Vintu de Jos, we drive much slowly as usual. At the barrier – dozen of cars are waiting only one train The road is free. We steal among full of water holes. It rains no more. My eye looking by a small house. On old fence invaded by lonicera – last flowers Next, an unpopulated house. Across the fence only a raspberry – the last from this year On leaving Vint, we can improve the speed. I have time to look towards the sky. The clouds are scattering. Behind us, the sun. Double rainbow from Acmar to Alba – bow spreading through clouds Cheered up by rainbow, the road seems easier, Alba Iulia closer. Wet pavement – maple-leaves burning cover it Warmed up by sun, the bimillenial city is much hospitable. Waiting the meeting end, I wander to the shops and admire the leaves from the trees which start their flight… from ALBATROSS. MAGAZINE OF THE CONSTANTZA HAIKU SOCIETY -2006
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