

PoetulPoetul nu traieste pentru sine Si totusi e dominat de supremul egoism Intru suprem paradox Si totodata, conform naturii si-alei sale legi Caci e in natura ego-ului Sa fie ego, nu nos, nu vos Precum o arata insasi definitia: "ego" = "sine". Inchis in sine Intr-o fireasca stare de introvertism Stare ce-i va marca existenta El va gasi curajul Intr-a sa dementa Sa-si deschida fiinta in fata omenirii Asteptand sa fie calcat in picioare Ros de nelinisti inutile Mancat de viu de teama Si inecat in propriile-i vise Calcand pe drumuri necunoscute &nbsPoetul


TimeWith thee, the whims of time I simply cannot say The faults of all is clockwork It quickly runs awayTime
Thus time begets a burden A massive sword above my head Oh, thy sweet silent whisper Is all that must be said
The time of time inside me The measure of all things Revolves around thee, darling And the frailty of your wings
The rhythm of my ticker Fluctuating by all means Resonates intricate voices The symbol of everything
The rhythm of my ticker Is at mercy of your own At a lull or brusque contraction It
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does it sound any easier now.
romania
tare
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if you're not understood dosen't mean you're an artist[link]
Sunt Raluca, btw
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