Moto: ” A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. ” – Robert Frost … si, atunci, gandurile mi s-au rasucit in interior, ca niste catuse, lumea mi-a curs stramb in vene, miere in putrefactie. mi-am strans calusul gurii pana la sange, am tuns lanturile prea [...]
