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life long dream right hereShe sings in prayer her prayer sings and in expostulation shuts waitn India stars R called cites & she must be i dancingdescending praying.Conspirativitatea d e s c o n s p i r ă r i i numelor scritorilor rom, postbeliciT title is in our native nahuatl.ro because no other language can express We have Buzura vs, Breban, Manolescu vs, Simion, Stănescu vs, Labiș,Sorescu vs, Ion Gheorghe, Preda vs, Lăncrănjan, Marin vs, Mușina,C+nescu vs, Martinovici, Ivănescu vs, Păunescu, Dimov vs, Brumaru, Rian vs, Robert Petrescu/Nicolae Szekely - Poetul m/Astrele interioare - din Hunedoara?, Komartin vs, Linda M Baros, Perpessicius vs, Blaga, Cromăhlinceanu vs, Kriterion, Nicu St. vs. Gyr, Dinescu vs, Cărtărescu, Doinaș vs, Un răsunet, Nedelciu, Groșan, T. Vianu vs, A. Toma, Bacovia vs, Arghezi, Radu Petrescu vs Costache Olăreanu, Patericul vs, ic px...The rising starShe is t rising star above t cardinal northA blue yellow golden shining silent starSinging in light and a memory of t sunA young star as big as a galaxy toneHere on the Earth we wait t star's LoveThe heaven now beautiful because of her.Kissing t sky, walking t riverto my Father ConstantinI kiss the sky sometimes& walk on the holy+riverLoved by t teen MoonI walk the river thinkingKissing the RevelationSheltered by t Giant Bear. iii,How I Knew I Need Publish Again Ideals are not wrongRotasoperatenetareposatorIdeal s are not wrongT blackred of t GotsThe Angel & t songT have & t havenotsI saw a man todayThe morning beautifulHe said to I I prayThe work is on t stool.Reading verticalsIn poetry get so caught up when read a poemI came to not realize I am reading ideogramsLike the runes or Latin numbers easyreadingI read the entire piece of poetry with wonderHow come the vertical poem does not tireT chinese read vertical characters nippons. Yellow Light l i t for YouI go to the temple with a burning light i lit at the LighterThe flame is just like you angelic and warm and LoveMy line goes through God to you like in t old timesI pray by the candle for my Mother God to bless youThis is a yellow light lit for you all the lights i put up from infancyI remember of t blak peoples praying for something in t deserted cities, Vers șaizecist Ea e toată numai ochi Ochi lângă ochi Pe ochi pe gură pe frunte Ca o icoană kieveană Un rug aprins ce arde în rugăciune Perpetuu. The floor above my mother's bed I sit and think for the first thing of the blue floor abov my mama's bed She left this Corvinian chapel like a Crusading blackbird for t other Outside t light is flaring like a promise but in t mountain almost dark The water is wet inside the concrete of the succeeding enbankments And t wolves think in the night like a brigade of electriccableworkers The floor above my mother' bed is still blue as she left the happyroom. Lucian Blaga From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to navigationJump to search Lucian Blaga Lucian Blaga (2).jpg Blaga's portrait, Museum of the Romanian Peasant Born 9 May 1895 Lámkerék, Szeben County, Kingdom of Hungary, Austria-Hungary (now Lancrăm, Alba County, Romania) Died 6 May 1961 (aged 65) Cluj, Cluj Region, Romanian People's Republic Resting place Lancrăm Monuments Nome Nationality Romanian Citizenship Romanian Lucian Blaga (Romanian: lutʃiˈan ˈblaɡa (About this soundlisten); 9 May 1895 – 6 May 1961) was a Romanian philosopher, poet, playwright, poetry translator and novelist.

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