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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-03-07 | | someone is always helping us the thought that he does not exist cuts deep our senses like a razor’s blade handled by a Parkinsonian patient the heart does not beat in vain a rusted piston which has not enough lubricant to make it run better to make it more useful the heart manufactures the scare although fear simply does not exist it is just a state similar to the exaltation it is the lack of control over the hysteria with which we sometimes watch an informal mass of brains crushed on the asphalt after an accident the mad speed and the beat of the century do not urge us to disobey ourselves it is only the unexpected sensuality we are using to invent and taste the daily atrocity of course, the city lights falling onto our skulls amplify the tormenting sensation equal to the panic of the artist before the audience as the CD reader runs down in the middle of the live concert this makes us smile foolishly : another day and the brick destined to hit our heads has avoided us we only say there is enough time for that and step over shadows of walls with elegance and sweet resignation
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