ONE - LINE POETRY
by
FLORENTIN SMARANDACHE
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Preface
On a scenery of dead, pitch darkness, my new poems.
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Synapse
They whir the many maggots of a thought.
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To Write Writing
I am living in one single word: writing.
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The Flight of the Bird in the Egg
As far as to the Latin Mother and the Dacian Father.
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Sarmizegetusa
The Dacians may be heard living among the vestiges of the fortress.
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Heroes
Bridges of bones they have built over the centuries.
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History
The graveyards are full with our forefathers' Ages.
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Bassarabia
Justice tortured at treadmill, a crown of fire on the forehead of Freedom.
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Ewe
The shepherds are coming down to the plain directly from the ballad.
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Ballad
All the firtrees from out woods are coming down into our lads.
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Ewes
The odes of the Romanian language are the tongues that ring the bells.
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At the Sheepfold
The dogs are barking at the stillness, the stillness is still.
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Fairy Tale
The flowers are flooding the garden with longing and ballads.
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The Great Romanian Wall
The flight is our hard currency
. Man Near Man
We are building the Great Romanian Wall of Ascension.
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Cosmic I
In the canopy of the night heaven the stars are tiptoeing.
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Cosmic II
The stars are seethed in the blue blood of the sky.
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Terra
Taking bomb-pills for headaches.
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Dawn I
The thick lip of the night is deflating from the yawns.
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Dawn II
A sunrise is smiling into my face.
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Dawn III
I pull through the window the white ropes of the sunrise.
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Thermonuclear
The light in the sun is teeming as worms.
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Morning I
The bees are awakening to the life in a yellow wonder!
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Morning II
The net of nerves of the day is spreading all over.
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My Love!
The light is singing at your window!
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Lamp Fabric
It is the ballet of the bright scales of the Happiness.
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Thirst
We are digging deep wells for the light.
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Birth
The light is raising its laps to the girdle.
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Vision
Are they, the birds blinded by the light?
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Einstein
The infinite was touched upon by the remote end of a streak of light.
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Carpenter
The morning light is flooring my rooms.
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Inner Light
It is as if my navel is bound up with the sun.
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The Wheels of the Hours
Are torn away from the central axletree of mankind.
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Time
It is flowing into us it overflows.
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Destiny
The watch of the Earth has its lid snapped up.
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XX Century
I run and run and run to catch Time by the hand.
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Immobile Point
Th eland runs astoundingly under my soles.
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BDcesti (Pondshire)
The road is limping between deep ponds.
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Road
Towards the infinite, my boulevard of inspiration.
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Karma I
The everlasting Time opens the window for the very moment.
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Karma II
I am darning with homes the tattered shirt of my destiny.
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E Pericolose Sporgersi
Do not lean out of your time.
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Irony
All our clothes are getting old on us.
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Spring I
White poems on a branch, the waltz of the revival.
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Spring II
The Orchard is welcoming us with laughter of buds.
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Spring III
The Zephyrus is punching us gently with sharpened horns.
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Spring IV
The mild cranes bring the warmth on their wings.
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The Mites
They are hoisting the Immaculate banner of the hazy shades.
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Revival
Innocent, diaphanous, the Spring at the exams.
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Ingenue
Young carnations like coy schoolgirls.
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Poem of Nature
The body of the day is weaves over the haze of the peak.
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Summer I
Silence splashed by the chirrups of the crickets.
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Summer II
Guffaws of leaves over the bookshelves of the river meadow.
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Thunder
Like a twilight dragon, it gives birth to defeating.
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Nature
It is snoring through the swamps resounding with croaking of the frogs.
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Eclipse
The sun is dressing itself into mourning clothes.
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Only
A brushwood of sun, if it comes out into my sight.
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Image
Haziness, as a white marble veil.
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Sun in Seethe
Is overflowing its melted gold through the funnel of the day.
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The Flowers
Have drunk away in the spring and now they are ripening in colors.
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Early in the Morning
It has rained with daisies
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Blue
The Irises sullied with shyness are casting color views.
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Party
The dance of the flowers kissed by the butterflies.
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Geography
The hill is climbing towards the sky on ramose foreheads.
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Weather Forecasting
The horizon is kneading as a past of dough.
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Hilarious
the lily is laughing with the lips opened to the ears.
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The Fir Tree
Having a diploma in rightness, with its forehead into the sky.
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Crickets
Oh! Yes! They are building a monastery of silence on the plain!
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Bacovian I
The thunder threatens the white earth with a rain of lead.
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Bacovian II
The aging lane blossoms under the grizzled rains.
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The Sea I
Undressed of depths as a naked body of a girl.
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The Sea II
With its hair disheveled by the seagulls is yelling in despair.
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Excess
Flowers and leaves dizzy of the hoarfrost.
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Painting
The canopy of heaven is plastered with silver clouds.
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Song
The deserts are exhausting themselves on the roads with a smell of rottenness.
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Swans
On the screen of the water, I admire a teleshow.
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Show
In the open theater of the summer, gentle breezes are chasing one another.
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Abundance
A cluster of sounds stripped from a melody.
Entropy
As a dying elephant, the river is flowing towards his death.
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Polychromy
The colors have fallen asleep forgotten on the petals.
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Royal
The locust tree is crowing itself - charming itself like a king.
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Tiredness
The alder trees are bending to the ground their heads heavy with deep sleep.
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On the Sidewalk of the Street
People covered with the dust of the worry for the morrow and with the shadows tied to their feet.
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Apotheosis in Red
Gathered by Hephalstos, the embers are burning into the poppies.
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Indecent
A dragonfly roaming naked among buds.
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Noon
The quietness is laying on the rock.
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Ascension I
The straight firtrees spring up towards the sky from our foreheads.
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Ascension II
The birds in the sky stripping themselves of the shades.
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Metathesis
Council of the mountains - the chronicler is the wave of the sea.
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Apotheosis I
We breed birds for the wild blue canopy above.
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Apotheosis II
The butterflies are setting on the apricot trees and so, the trees are in blossom.
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Autumn I
The silence is rusting under the drizzling rain.
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Herculean - Bath
During the silence, the glowworms are lightening the dark.
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Autumn II
The Eminescian linden trees are in hemorrhage of leaves.
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Aphrodite
Burstings of mute carnations from the gown swishing on her body.
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Woman
From what kind of a swan have you ever come out?!
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Recondite
Your whispers of love are entombing me in sins.
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She-devil
You have poured the Hell into these sinful words.
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Victim
In the street, a woman is pulling me by my glances.
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Distance
Between you and me there are thousands of verses of light.
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Sign
You have forgotten your glance on a blushing carnation.
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Bosoms
Rushing into my palms as two ablazed volcanoes.
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You
Indifferently, you are bathing in the water of the mirror.
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Ingenue
With seagulls in the hair, mistress over a fleet of flowers.
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Rivulet spring
White birds spring out of me.
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Sublimation
The spring I swim in, it is a spring of smoke.
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Vision
The day is bathing in the hours.
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Autumn III
Gone with the wind the leaves are talking deserts.
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Rain
And so it is pouring the autumn melted tin!
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Country Borough
Dogs with their muzzles in the dumb edge on the ditch.
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Winter I
The wind is pulling the trees by their stripped ears.
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Winter II
The frost is chattering its teeth because of the dark.
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Scenery
The winter is frowning its icy eyebrows.
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Winter Night
A snowfall of white angels.
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Stillness
Maximum trend towards the absolute white.
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Play
In the stove, the flames are laughing beyond the grates.
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Niagara - Falls
The winter is weeping melting the snow banks.
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A Thought from Phoenix
An upside down precipice mountain of longing.
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Helsingor
The blind glance is sweeping the fleeting shadows.
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Introversion
The shade is sinking deep into the smoked crag.
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I Write
I wash the rust off the pen into the song of a skylark.
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From a Fairy Tale
I often go to sleep on a mattress stuffed with dreams.
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Vegetal
The plant of the remembrances is bending its stem.
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Romance
Over the grass of the thoughts, the leaves of the forgetfulness.
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Enlargement
I use enlargement glasses to see the hopes.
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Now
My longing is snapshooting pictures of pain.
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1987
My poor soul is fitting on foreign broadcastings.
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News
Swishing, swishing in the world with their brightening scales.
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Bahca I
The wine is dripping remembrance into the goblets.
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Bahca II
I crack a bottle full with gloomy longings.
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Mother
With her leavened by sleep eyes and old youthfulness.
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Grandmother
Her hearing stuck to a romance.
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Metaphysical Noose
I am hanged down serene obedient thoughts.
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Play
I am running to catch the large circle of the sky.
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Algebra
Abstract questions are passing by near me.
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Illusion
the people are dressing the bright colors of the Happiness.
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Hippy
Your long locks are arousing a gust of wind.
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Book with Poems
The paper bird is slapping my eyes.
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Poem
To syllabify silence, the brook starts.
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Heraclitian
I am sitting down on the step of ever flowing days.
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Thirsty
I am running on the streets to pick up a basket of words.
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Refuge
A round into the childhood, the sweet cradle of expectations.
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Bust
Poet of mine! Snowed all over with so many worlds!
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To Paul Verlaine
Up, in the high spheres, the blue is heard playing the violins.
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Agriculture
The kernels of the fulfillment's are breeding studs of dreams.
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Nightfall
I am blowing fierily into my soul to prevent its parting.
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Introversion
Irrational pains are slapping my inner living being.
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Poetical Art
I am rowing with numbers and squares as a roamer on the streets.
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Larousse
A scenery of shades that have reached over the earth.
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Watchman
I am the watchman at the door of your heart.
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Demiurgic I
A book is kindled written by the longing.
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Junk Shop
I am endlessly sold by Hermes on a market with sorrows.
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Ignoramus
To swim freely through ignorance.
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Demiurgical II
A sacred hour I have grasped during the flight towards poetry.
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Scriptorium
With the nib dipped into the ink of the light.
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Dual Personality
I am far away from myself, at kilometers of doubtfulness.
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Piousness
I came to engraft a white flower on the prayers.
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From the Days of Yore
I am living in the poetry from the Age of Ovid.
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Mythology
The sky for the stars: a noble-hearted tomb digger.
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1988
It is snowing endlessly and the entire evil comes down from the Top.
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Nocturne
The dark fastens tightly my eyes.
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Address
I live alone in the coffin of my body.
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Drunkenness
The roaming delusions are driving me at random.
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Radiography
I am feeling myself like a jail of my body.
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Solitude
Loneliness of lead and a solemn pitch-dark of bass sound.
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Zen
My inner heavy chasm in the balance of sufferings.
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Sunset
The reverse road of the light towards the sun.
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Ghost
The voice of the black evening, lamenting through the garden.
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Asymmetry
Under the rein of the destiny, the horses of life are limping.
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Ex-Politico I
I think the life is lived a billion times.
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Ex-Politico II
The car of life on the most outlying streets.
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Loneliness
It is setting on the keys and begins weeping.
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Anti-karma
A river of life is flowing endlessly into the ocean of death.
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Anabasis I
I take a walk into my soul with my brain in my hand.
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Anabasis II
The road to the light is crossing through the darkness.
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Old Men
We are reaching the customs house of the winter with our faces in tatters.
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From the Computer
Abstract figures are jabbing into you to the hilt.
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Patience
Brimful with expectations in the white flour of loneliness.
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Golgotha
Everyone is carrying on the shoulders his own cross in accordance with his rank.
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Little by Little
We are slipping into the death falling from the future.
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Concillatio
A strange path in the chasm of my soul.
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Comminatio
An octopus of horror was nestling into my soul.
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Curse
My hands are locked with the fetters of failures.
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Self Portrait
The mirror of my face is scratched by anxiety.
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Nightfall I
As sick as the sorrow - the yellow is sighing.
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Nightfall II
Chained under lock and key, the stifled hour is basting.
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Spleen I
With dark night ring, the flowers have folded into themselves.
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Crow
With the night on its wings, dominating up on a lighted streetlamp.
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Moon I
Hoary old woman hanged up on the peak of the clouds.
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Spleen II
A colorless white is silent under the dead swan of the day.
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Moon II
A half-shut eye lightening sleeping shades.
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"Painting"
Anonymous birds running in the night.
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Awakening
The evening is soaring round the street lamp.
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Moon III
Entombing itself sweetly among clouds of apricot trees.
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Fiesta
Night after night, the moon is betrothing to the shadows.
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Moon IV
Limpid, half nibbled by the worms of the night.
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Stars
They are printed on the sky with minute small letters.
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Moon V
In a nightshirt, ripened and pregnant.
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Balance
At the end of the millenium, the broken vestige of the flight.
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Requiem
The wax of the sufferings is melted in the graveyards.
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Pray for the Dead
The dance of the crosses raises calls towards the immortality.
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Pain
The living being that is gnawing at our dreams.
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School
On the blackboard of the despair I am writing a new illusion.
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Mother
I beseech you, do not give birth to me again.
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Premonition
Congratulations to you my son, my son who will be no more borne!
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Apocalypse
Sky in blazing mauve fire and dead birds.
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In the Graveyard
The day when I'll render my soul to the spaces.
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Caput Mundi
All things begin and end into us.
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Testament
Do let in your Age a name written with letters of fire.
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Question
Why are we all searching for our grave into the sky?
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Album
Ages to be kept for ages.
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Epitaph for the Poet
Nobody rests in this grave because he was born from poetry.
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Language
We are crossing daily through tunnels of words.
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End
Crushed down by the iron horses of the Apocalypse.