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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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| Covering the clay altars of our temples with old and new faces, we secretly pretend we don't miss a thing, we don't hurt at all. In some propitious seasons we are happy... In the morning, on the edge of a second, we find ourselves naked and old, but we become alive over the day because we are suddenly cold. Our souls are so ancient they are accustomed to the memory of the angels' wounds that love leaves behind... Our flight is just a stripe over the sand castle we build every night, when we pray or we have a beautiful dream.
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