MELANCOLIA FULGERULUI Vlad Neagoe are cosmognia în sânge. Închipuirea sa e inflamantă de spectacole terifiante, de convulsii metaf...
Without any hope I go on spending my days
like a litany she passes through the soul:
it’s good, it’s good sooner or later it’s gonna
be over if it isn’t finished yet. And weep you
no more, Autumn.
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