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· El triángulo de oro
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-06-29 | [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en english] | Inscrito en la biblioteca por Valeria Pintea Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones. A candle in the thighs Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; Where no seed stirs, The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars, Bright as a fig; Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs. Dawn breaks behind the eyes; From poles of skull and toe the windy blood Slides like a sea; Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky Spout to the rod Divining in a smile the oil of tears. Night in the sockets rounds, Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes; Day lights the bone; Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin The winter's robes; The film of spring is hanging from the lids. Light breaks on secret lots, On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; When logic dies, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
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