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Negru Vladimir
[11.May.05 07:29]
Un text construit pe detalii avand cheia de interpretare exclusiv senzoriala... poate de aceea da impresia de libertate, de joc... strofa a treia mi-a placut cel mai mult iar ultima cel mai putin... nu se putea daca nu ti-ai fi pus finalul pe catalige? :)) Oricum imi place cum porti conceptele si locurile comune imbracate intr-o haina personala intr-un bal mascat din care ramane doar impresia de viu.
= o punem de o tomo?:)
corina dragomir
[11.May.05 09:33]
one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras

look at him how he’s stuffing wild strawberries in the salt cellar
and the jam in the ballet dancer’s goloches from the bar
I care today
as much as two spins made by the hoop skirt
a turkey-leather toe cap lined with basan
and one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras
taken from twelve obedient geese thrown in the arena
i’m leaving him

these fetiches aren’t good for you, you know
where do you think you are

the gladiator comes up holding the napkin on his arm
how disgusted the pheromones, my lady
the man over there is inviting you to a free tomography
and a boat ride on the pond
in front of the paid parlour
among water lilies and a swan suffering from jaundice

i’m taken, she tells him
to be sliced already
but i’ll have a small tomo
only after about one hundred grams
of pâté de foie gras

look at me tomo, baby and make me a drawing on this ticket
so that I could see where it’s coming from
you’re saying, you didn’t know what to do
to answer, to explain
I pitied you
I swore, the hell with me, scolding nagging bad-tempered woman
here you have purple uttered
one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras

= inca vie dupa tomo...
ioana barac grigore
[11.May.05 15:41]
Corina, wow! bine mai da poema mea in limbi straine... degeaba se zice sa nu-ti pui banutii la ciorap pentru o manecuta tom ford, cand sunt tatea camasi la brain-conf... multumesc mult!!!

Vladimir, sunt de acord cu tine neconditionat (mai ales ca mi-ai pus si stea!!), mai putin cu cheia de interpretare exclusiv senzoriala. pare ea, poema, imbarligata, dar este construita intr-un anumit fel, specific, pe o tema care ma preocupa mult in ultima vreme si pe care incerc sa o intorc pe toate fetele...

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+ Viu?!	Negru Vladimir [11.May.05 07:29]
Un text construit pe detalii avand cheia de interpretare exclusiv senzoriala... poate de aceea da impresia de libertate, de joc... strofa a treia mi-a placut cel mai mult iar ultima cel mai putin... nu se putea daca nu ti-ai fi pus finalul pe catalige? :)) Oricum imi place cum porti conceptele si locurile comune imbracate intr-o haina personala intr-un bal mascat din care ramane doar impresia de viu.

= o punem de o tomo?:)	corina dragomir [11.May.05 09:33]
one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras look at him how he’s stuffing wild strawberries in the salt cellar and the jam in the ballet dancer’s goloches from the bar I care today as much as two spins made by the hoop skirt a turkey-leather toe cap lined with basan and one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras taken from twelve obedient geese thrown in the arena i’m leaving him these fetiches aren’t good for you, you know where do you think you are the gladiator comes up holding the napkin on his arm how disgusted the pheromones, my lady the man over there is inviting you to a free tomography and a boat ride on the pond in front of the paid parlour among water lilies and a swan suffering from jaundice i’m taken, she tells him to be sliced already but i’ll have a small tomo only after about one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras look at me tomo, baby and make me a drawing on this ticket so that I could see where it’s coming from you’re saying, you didn’t know what to do to answer, to explain I pitied you I swore, the hell with me, scolding nagging bad-tempered woman here you have purple uttered one hundred grams of pâté de foie gras

= inca vie dupa tomo...	ioana barac grigore [11.May.05 15:41]
Corina, wow! bine mai da poema mea in limbi straine... degeaba se zice sa nu-ti pui banutii la ciorap pentru o manecuta tom ford, cand sunt tatea camasi la brain-conf... multumesc mult!!! Vladimir, sunt de acord cu tine neconditionat (mai ales ca mi-ai pus si stea!!), mai putin cu cheia de interpretare exclusiv senzoriala. pare ea, poema, imbarligata, dar este construita intr-un anumit fel, specific, pe o tema care ma preocupa mult in ultima vreme si pe care incerc sa o intorc pe toate fetele...