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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2002-08-23 | [This text should be read in romana] | Submited by Alex Popp MISER Catulle, desinas ineptire, et quod uides perisse perditum ducas. fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles, cum uentitabas quo puella ducebat amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla. ibi illa multa cum iocosa fiebant, quae tu uolebas nec puella nolebat, fulsere uere candidi tibi soles. nunc iam illa non uult: tu quoque impotens noli, nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue, sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura. uale puella, iam Catullus obdurat, nec te requiret nec rogabit inuitam. at tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla. scelesta, uae te, quae tibi manet uita? quis nunc te adibit? cui uideberis bella? quem nunc amabis? cuius esse diceris? quem basiabis? cui labella mordebis? at tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura. si traducerea lui Teodor Naum: Lui insusi Sarman ce esti, Catule, nu-ti mai iesi din fire, Socoate ca pierduta pierduta fericire! Ti-au stralucit si zile senine altadata, Cand te chema la sine femeia adorata Cum nu va fi vreodata pe-acest pamant femeia. Ce nebunii, Catule, faceam pe vremea ceea! Tot ce voiai tu insuti, si ea voia indata, ti-au stralucit si zile senine altadata! Ea nu mai vrea acuma: nici tu, iesit din fire, N-o urmari, caci fuge, si nu trai-n mahnire, Ci cu-ndaratnicie tu rabda si fii tare! Adio, dar, iubito! Catul de-acum e tare: De nu vrei, nu te cata, nu-ti cade la picioare. Dar tu amar vei plange cand nu vei fi rugata. Ce viata iti ramane, femeie blestemata? Cui vei parea frumoasa? Si singura cu tine, A cui vei fi? Pe cine vei mai iubi? Pe cine Vei saruta muscandu-l pe buze cu-nfocare? Dar tu, Catule, rabda, fii neclintit si tare!
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