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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-02-01 | [This text should be read in romana] | Carunt imi este astazi visul... Mi-am pierdut in uitare Crearea si abisul: A mea paine si-a mea sare! Pierd! Pierd pe ceas ce trece Maldare de cuvinte sacre! Se vor intoarce? Nu mai pot scrie! Mi-am inghitit cuvantul... Cuvantul ce ma dorea Si-mi aducea in prezent trecutul. Numai el, cuvantul, Facea inima-mi inerta sa tresara, Indemnand sufletul sa-mi compuna Visuri dulci de-o seara... M-au uitat pana si cerurile senine Ce ma leganau in taina! M-au uitat toti si toate!
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