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GIMNAZIULUI


          Where the ravens no longer reach me
                                                                         Shards  I can't recall


          Where the ravens no longer reach me                       Through my eyes I can see again
          There I collapsed into a dream                            Day-dreams from the eternal realm
          Creating somebody I don't know.
                                                                    The vertigo takes them away...

          Everything links to the reality                           And the shadows began to twist
          But not into a spoken language                            Here I am in my lost wit
          And symbolically lost forever.
                                                                    Here in madness I have been.

          Collapsing further into the matter                        Awaken again into my home
          Ignites the void to the reality                           Harrowing words retaliate me

          A strange silhouette calls for me.
                                                                    Shadowing my face with worries.

          Shards shatter hitting the person I see
          And the reality lights disaster
          Clearing  the silhouette of the
          darkness.


          Brings to the eyes the ethereal
          being

          Never dark never cold, but far
          away
          Ciphered words open up to flo-
          wers.










                        Danger



              My mind likes the exotic birds
              From the  paradise - the jungle.
              But they are nothing else than                   But the snow melted and it revealed

              The dreams of nonexistent safety.                The exotic birds, the little lies
                                                               With their twisted appearance
              The wild clock is ticking again                  And the red color of truth...
              "Cancel what I have got to see!"
              Let it all be frozen, for now
              Don't let the snowflakes melt.                               grafica: Iulia Plăiașu



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