Breaks free from the pavement Its first sounds, Forgotten tongues, spring out From the vowels holes More luminous Then * in the stream of the night you go down the steps of the sleep stone after stone between the jaws fears move in an absurd way * hours were gathering together and you were in
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Open today to love a gate of faith. The light of procrastination supports your will. The hungry pains hiding the world‘s dirt… Harsh springs grow on wisdom‘s heaven. The song is elevating a rainbow of power. Our hope is in the word on the threshhold of resurrection. Our hope is in the word on the
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Suns of rendition building praise in chill bathing letters in longing sending them to their well When you receive forgiveness in a sign’s liberation you open a book in darkness enrich the share of fate If you stroke in color the stars of magic daffodils your longing leads through arts in a sleep with no
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Existence is a circle hunt the circle is the great metaphor from the circles we come from the big spheres and the big bang is a circle it is the circle reduced to the ultimate essence I was young and I did not know what I was doing when I handled the circle on the
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To go once week to the river and say your sins there in a loud voice so that they leave you carried by the wind and the tiny wave Go I told you judging and dreaming of the idea that I could become the river myself and you would come to me to shout out
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I have learned to sing and to play the violin, a violin like your body, time has stopped, the strings have vibrated, and my soul crushing the tears of the first fallen drop. I have interrupted the flow of the song that had just begun, to wait for you then, I have asked you to
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A woman came to see me with her womb full of flowers wanting to give birth in a rose garden, but she came to me the woman with the flowered womb when it was snowing outside and the deer were crying, she asked me to tell her how do the trees give birth to the
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we made like mad just as they made love visotski and marina vlady in the seventies or liz taylor and richard burton I sat at the old oak table we were looking at each other sometimes we smiled insinuating we were touching our fingers by chance and were listening to the clink of crystal glasses
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I’m not hypochondriac but I’m overly melancholic I have no virtues or curiosities I do not appreciate eccentricity but sometimes I like adrenaline I loudly swear rather of boredom I like chocolate waffles eggplant salad and the state of weightlessness it gives you a nonconformist and lascivious look which you are about to cling to
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I lose myself Into the waves of doubts Like I’ve once lost myself Into your eyes Whereas I believed Your words of endearment Lost now also On wings of the wind. English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu
