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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-02-06 | | There's a bird inside my chest beating struggling without rest: "Oh, her sparrow eyes, her sunset song ...this house is old and walls are gray" Mother smiles and looks away. Reading books with empty pages feathers die in rusted cages "concern and warmth, care and love" ...shake my head with my throat torn Father sighs and shuts the door. The beauty of the tears he fought the boy is just a child, I thought: "I see it die before it's born!" ...Endless streets of stone I roam tired eyes see noone's home.
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