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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-01-06 | | Chains that give me sorrow Keep my life away from you; Silence – one glimpse of tomorrow, Ancient all and nothing new. Tomorrow will rise again Becoming yesterday once more, For centuries, in vain; It’s all been done before. Like crystals to your eyes, Like music to your ears: A life fulfilled in lies, An endless rain of tears. Black shadows on the wall: Not death, but life is rising. A word of doom – that’s all, And so the sun keeps shining. Asleep: serenity of fools, Drunk all with dreams to last; Backwards: that’s how life pulls, A spell on us to cast. Repeat the love, my friend, Repeat all world’s mistakes, All new to you until the end, ‘Cause that’s what living takes. If I could touch your eyes, The fog to take away, You’d see the one who dies In that who lives today. And if my sayings hurt you, And if my coldness burns, It’s just a way to tell you: The world, though dead, it turns. Because it seems that your forget That days and nights, you’ll lose them, And you will know that all you’ll get Is this short selfish life called Ante Mortem. Julia Kretsch 2 December 1997 Constanta
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