MELANCOLIA FULGERULUI Vlad Neagoe are cosmognia în sânge. Închipuirea sa e inflamantă de spectacole terifiante, de convulsii metaf...
What are we, too in this world?
We writhe, we writhe we foresee
as in the dream the mouth
of a woman, the breast of a girl,
the prayer of a child. And we go numb.
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