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· Esperemos al niño...
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-02-08 | [Este texto, tienes que leerlo en romana] | Inscrito en la biblioteca por Ionescu Bogdan THE GOTHIC CHAMBER Translated by Michael Benedikt Nox et solitudo plenae sunt diabolo. --The Church Fathers At night, my room is full of devils. "Oh! the earth"--I murmured into the night--"is a perfumed flower whose pistel and stamens are the moon and the stars!" And, eyes heavy with sleep, I closed my window inlaid with the cross of Calvary, outlined in black among the yellow haloes of the stained glass. * Oh were it only on this midnight--this traditional time for dragons and devils!--some little gnome once again, drunken from drinking the oil of my lamp! Were it only some wetnurse droning a dismal lullaby, and rocking a tiny, still-born baby in the hollow of my father's breast-plate. Were it only the skeleton of the old swordsman imprisoned in the wall-paneling, and banging on it with his forehead, elbow, and knee! Were it only my grandsire stepping down full-figure from his worm-eaten frame, and dipping his gauntlet in the holy-water fount. But no: Instead it's Scarbo, gnawing away at my neck, and then cauterizing my bloody wound by thrusting out one iron finger--red-hot from the fireplace--straight out into it!
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