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.