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Ne ducem si
revenim de unde am fost iubindu-ne. Seara, in jurul mesei, sunt asezate si umbrele, intr-o tacita asteptare de alternative, multe, putine. Totul in noi e flacara ca in ziua dintai, purtam semintele vietii iubindu-ne. Aurore si apusuri fara sfarsit de la primul scancet al vietii, indragostiti de aroma trupului pieritor ne privim iubindu-ne. Mesageri ai Soarelui spunem rugaciuni tacute iubindu-ne.
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