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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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to the poet Arthur Porumboiu
I daresay it was yesterday when unendowed springs tore off the stars hidden among the firtree branches and threw above my shoulder when gamboled fires danced around the trough a smell of warm bread and pound cake shelled the hidden shadows of peace when refreshed winters decorated the Christmas tree only with chocolate coins wrapped in silvery tinfoil eyes full of the childhood lights enjoyed leasurely the stars, fires and winters but not being burned, frozen darkened 2 beyond the window the betta fish became smaller and smaller they seemen comets hiding the shyness through the shells cells where is the sea cat - a little girl asked to dig up the sands and to build a way towards the galaxies the eyes of a basilic are stuck on the seastar pendant we live in the aquarium or we look through the aquarium Meanwhile The lizard Turned the back upon the doubts and left for the waters Pirouettes and springs on the toetips Octopuses and dinosaurs crumbled in thousand pieces Sip the frenzy of the crossed paces By the blue beats of the heart The ballerina Shows a purple scarf like the betta fish A poet thought on the sea stretch A light which clears up gradually the sense depth The dragon breath is calmed down slowly Medeea gathers the foam herds In the untraveled abyss by the light thorns Pieces of a father’s cries are brought by the waves to the shore Stuck in the rays ARTHUR heals of white the snows Sleep of endless snowing Temples steamed by the breath of the wild horses They cover in an ice blanket Happenings from the subconscious Women with discovered shoulders Coming with amphoras To the temple Here the goddess planted an olive tree Atena will call the city In front of the empty jugs Sleepy babies Waiting for the milk To flow On the city walls Like the light in the resurrection day 3 The apple blossoms opened Carols Light the heart fires On the years wind On the pathes Caps with beads laces and ivy branches Wheel wheel go around Dance with masks at the farmers gate Darkness whipped by bells Are crushed by the goats legs Springs of joy and peace touch with holy water The souls.
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