La primul pas prin vechi florar prăpastia-mi şopteşte. Să fiu din nou acelaşi zeu, cu tunet în privire. Rămân uimit şi mut cum glasul, privirea mi-o opreşte. Asupra vechilor redute, cuprinse de uimire. Mi-aduc aminte brusc şi tremur, de altă altă dată. Şi strang din dinţi să-ndur nevroza fatidicelor gânduri. Căci ciclic parcă eul meu, renaşte pentru fata,. Secătuit de tot de vlagă şi răstignit pe scânduri. Ce-mi bate visele mărunte, cu planuri ireale.

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I seem to imitate the form of space I am in. I am cocooning myself in the same way that the university, as a broader structure, often cocoons itself, puts itself on a pedestal to make observations of the world around and beyond. Learning a lot from conversations. I have so much to do right now, I should really be closing this blogger window immediately. But I have so much to say, I feel like it is slipping away as I think.