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Un intreg arsenal al modcrnitatii negative – cani ale pustiului, apa uitarii, abatoare, sarbatoarea continua a sufcrintei, maimuta de lemn putrezit etc. Paco, ISBN Have and the words their fate, apart from poetry, as the poet says. Chariots of dark circles what carry Hopes appear at the eyes ardent, of longing of the Moon.
Sclavi ai imaginapei 4. Aceasta inseamna ca personajul liric ce cuvanta in paginile de fata, mai exact constiirUa lirica, pune o presiune etica asupra real itati i, fortand-o astfel sa-si asume propriile adevaruri uitate. Talpi de ochi ncnascup, calca cadefea picioare insurectia rcmuscarilor, lasand urme adanci, pe bisturiul avortului de sfarsit de lume, dintre Iluzia Vietii si Adevarul Absolut, care se scurg, prin sangele Zilelor noastre lapidate, pe maidanul unor legi, ale apusurilor din cimitirele de idei, facute pentru a sluji, furtul de sine al Conditiei Umane, cea mai de jos speta a regnului animal, plina de trufie, minciuna, inselatorie, scamatorie odioasa, ce a nascut oroarea cu emol de Societate.
Corespondent Nimanui Stropi de sfaturi, cad in neantul binefacator al Sorfii. Convinced that his moment will come, that he will catch up with God and pass Him by, he clings—envious as he is—to the notion of evolution, as if the fact of advancing must necessarily bring him to the highest degree of perfection.

Hunger of ourselves Truth frozen and humiliated, search for a flame of heart, but the cold Fog him extinguish, any desire, and him leads ultimately to Death, but Nobody, not finds, for this, not even a Cemetery of their own thoughts. The failure supreme of the God The zodiac signs that have lost everything at the roulette of the Existence, they want to commit suicide, not knowing that, in this way, they will kill their own Death, on which a wants beyond the human condition, without, the humanism created for to be, the currency devalued, of exchange, of the Sacrifice of a Primordial Event, which us has Contemplated, for to be and someone else, defeated, apart from God, who was till then the Failure Supreme, of the loneliness and frustration, that we took them, upon ourselves, through the Original Sin.
Atunci ridica fruntea catre Dumnezeul care-i spune sa accepte Desertaciunea Lumii. Jannuri roase de invidiile valurilor de lacomie, corabii epuizate se ivesc aievea, pe oceanele indoielii, secate de asprimea Real itati icu Visele ce par mereu pretentioasc, ale Vietilor.
Books by Emil M. How Vinea wrote the poet sees his ideas, or the mirroring in the ‘ room with mirrors ‘ of the universal library. Rain of uppercase tends to flood few basic meanings of the poems. Mar 19, Jamie Grefe rated it it was amazing Shelves: Destinul, o inima fara trup si suflet ce-si bate ncputinta pentru a se implini. But, the word is only the tool what not is only of the poet’s, only of his, is the problem of background of existence illusory, perceived as such, in the existentialism terms from the early 21st century.
Acopera-mi ncliinta lintci cu Consticntizarc spre a dcslusi Sensul. The bells desolated 5. Only cold rains, of, Sunset, still haunts the Knowledge, entered and it in debts of the Existence, which and has built a real palace of tortures, for the souls what aspire to true, Conscience of Self, what will not banish never the own Alienation, as against Destiny.

The eternity that set itself above time gives way to that other eternity which lies beneath, a sterile zone where I can desire only one thing: Limbajul violent, ca sageti poetice aruncate si contra degradarii teribile a politicului, defuleaza o revolta de tip nihilist, ridicata la rang de principiu.
Snails, of, Truth, what seem worthy, are set to run before of the Stallions of the Lie, from our Genes, exhausted by so much.
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Cold nostalgias, ciorab waste their steps through the cemeteries of the Memories. Truth be told, it’s not for Sorin Cerin, no danger in this sense, for he is in fact a passional, and never reach the serenity and tranquility Apolline of the thought, on the contrary, recites with pathos rather from within a trauma which he tries to a exorcise, and to sublimates, into radical than from inside any peace of thought cacerea a reflexive harmonies.
Cold rains, of, end, of, world, washes ceaselessly the Apocalypse of the questions which leaking into streams of Unrests, through the wrinkles, of Forgetfulness off the forehead of the Retrieval.
Having sought to be other, he will end by being nothing; he is already nothing. It is, in substance, an expression inherited from emul consecrated of the existentialist, enough to suspect what brand will have the poems.
It is that we no longer are alone never? Vagrant words, thrown in, the wind of the cages of wax, will melt violent the reality, transforming it, in the drug, benefactor, of Death from us.
The Fall into Time
Resonances mystical Reptiles cold of flint born from clouds they ciorna to us ignite the fire of the Existence with the sacred spark of the Predestination, of, the graves of Illusions of the Life, what they will fill the cemeteries of disappointments. Cautarilor febrile din Psalmii arghezieni ale unui Dumnezeu chemat sa se arate, le raspund aici interpelarile fare odihna ale unui apostat credincios, care se sfasie, in pustia gandului si a imaginii firant oglindite de lumea declarata, intre dragoste dcnuntatorie si revolta tandra, intre blestem incantatoriu si ruga deghizata, de vcsnic indragostit, fara putinta de a-si declina, in realitate, fervoarea, desi cuvantul experimenteaza, estet, intregul lexic blasfemiant si apocaliptic.
The ground coffee of the questions boil in pot with answers broken by the shards, of despondency. Bukarestin yliopisto [ ] University of Bucharest.
Away from me Brushwood of Words, were lit on the pyre of the Forgetfulness, they want to drown me in the eddies, of the Water of Life, that flows from your steps silent in me, what trample my soul, with their weight of lead, what seems, melted, by the feelings which, I, them wear for you, on the back round-shouldered, of Moments, what, they have not me acknowledged, never, as being, the God who gave you the life, of your dreams.
Ar merita, pentru ca acestui poet nu-i lipscstc inspiratia rivnita de al ii, cum scria poeta Magda Carneci, dar el trebuie sa se fereasca de pericolul de a ramine un artifex, si, inca, sa nu calce prea apasat pe urmele din Bacovia ori Emil Botta, spre a ciotan le desfigura prin exces.
The construction site, of Promises, is ready to open wide, the gates of the Illusions of Life. The poet us surprise by novelty and revelation of the definition aphoristic, because after the first moment of surprise, we accept the moralizing scenery of the time, with a past, dead, a future alive, and a present, illusory, contrary to common sentiment, that the lived life is our ego certainly, that only the present really exists, and that the future is ejil pure hypothesis.
Ogari hoinari ai certurilor, alearga spre nicaieri in cursele Promovarilor, de a deveni conducatori ai Dcscrtaciunilor.
At the Table of Silence Carts of fire lead us the Lives ignited by caxerea heated languages of the religions, toward the Paradise of the Flames, full of remorse and resentment, born and unborn, but all contemplated once, by the Great Creator and Unique Incidentally, at the Table of Silence of the strongest cry: Doar Moartea izbavitoare a implinirii, ne mai ajuta sa fim noi inline.
Gazete cu nume de Patimi, cu paginile promisiunilor lipsa, impanzesc arterele inimilor, crezand ca vor invinge concurenta, care se cheama: Consumerism of the Illusion of Life In Religion, to be happy means, you to obey unconditionally, and in the Moral, conditioned, by the bricks put at the socle, of the Banking Cathedrals of the Interest.
Cioran’s is a unique voice, one that comes – elegantly, ironically, pointedly – out of the void to describe the modern predicament with an almost excruciating sharpness.
Deep traces of claws they hide their fangs in maternities of the Yimp, where, is bom the Time. Paris, France Latin Quarter.
Is long queue at cemetery Wreaths of feelings, funeral, withered, stay thrown in the arms of the eyes, of, ocean, in which I swam my Freedom, of to be sky of dreams and fulfillments, united with the dust of the Tump, of, Divine Light.
