Horatiu Stamatin - (the clock strikes…)
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2014-11-08
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The clock strikes the midnight and I make love with a poetess. Her hands are not her hands, her words are not her words. I lick some sweat drops from her forehead: their taste reminds me that the earth is halfhearted and the flowers, confused.
Horatiu Stamatin
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