Lyrics of Life
Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole art.
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Apr 4, 2011
And If...
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And if the branches tap my pane And the poplars whisper nightly, It is to make me dream again I hold you to me tightly. And if the star...
Imparat si poletar (Emperor and Proletarian)
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Squatting on wooden benches, within a tavern bare, Where daylight's rays but dimly through dirty windows show, Before a long, stained ...
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