Florentin Smarandache
Desfac o sticlă plină de doruri posomorâte şi vinul picură-n pahare amintiri. De obediente gânduri eu atârn senin (în aer spânzurat) şi-o fIacără-de-cântec izbucneşte-n gât. I open a bottle full of longing dull and wine glasses dripping-in memory. I thought hang clear of obedience (in air hung) and the-song neck breaks.
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