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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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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2003-08-30 | [This text should be read in romana] | Submited by serban georgescu? La salul cel negru privesc ca nebun Si-n sufletu-mi rece durere adun. Pe cand eram tanar si-n toate credeam, O juna grecoaica frumoasa iubeam. In calde alinturi de foc m-a-nvalit – dar ziua cea neagra curand a sosit. Sedeam la o masa cu prietenii mei, Cand bate la usa un jalnic ovrei. “Tu stai – imi sopteste – cu prieteni la masa, grecoaica ta insa-i cu altul la masa”, Blesteme atuncea si aur i-am dat. Un rob de credinta in graba-am chemat. Sarii pe-un cal sprinten ce-n vant se avanta. E moarta in mine iertarea cea blanda. La usa grecoaicei mi-s ochii in ceata, O grea ameteala in ghiare ma-nhata. Ma-ndrept spre stiutul iubirii divan Si vad cum grecoaica saruta-un armean. Ma-ntunec la fata: scrasneste otelul! Sa-si curme sarutul n-apuca miselul! Ii calc in picioare cadavrul, privind Nemernica fata ce tace palind. Vad sange suvoaie curgand clocotit E moarta grecoaica, iubire-a pierit. Cu salul ei negru – in ganduri pierdut, De sange eu spada mi-am sters-o tacut. In Dunare – noaptea cand cade pe maluri – Cadavrele robul le-arunca in valuri. De-atuncea de ochii vrajiti nu-mi mai pasa, De-atuncea n-am parte de-o noapte frumoasa. La salul cel negru privesc ca nebun Si-n tristul meu suflet durere adun.
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