„Spre ce nu nii dat năzuim“ (Ovidiu, Amoruri, III, elegia a IVa, trad. de MariaValeria Petrescu, în Ovidiu, Heroide. Amoruri. Arta iubirii. Remediile iubirii. Cosmetice. a\t\i$.\\.$\N\)\oooOzFV)&UE “d’drsss ‘t 5EE’,$I.E$i FEqt$ ;E:ap: T een” sEfiEEE.E EEJ:E:: s g *;g; ‘s!;_qEqg E R EEIJ’6^asH$;’s’r. Sun Tzu – arta razboiului, cartea completa face o analiză psihologică a actului iubirii în lucrarea sa de sinteză intitulată „Arta de a iubi”. Ovidiu Arta Iubirii.

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I expect the reader to embark on an infinite lyrical reading adventure. I sent to you to feel them.

The verses of the past tandem…. The Eden deciphered the immortality. Deeply you iubirli looking, it is written. From my time, I give to you, to be a child — oak! To enjoy the woman.


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To be tall like a poplar it was in my thought. Burning lights on a sepulchral stone. And frozen coldness is stoning on my lips. Only the dew is pure, calmly. On the boughs the nightingales. Then when the stars are running. I forget about the tree with the thoughts.

I grow trees that are stabbing in my flesh.

I do write poems. Only traces make you dream.

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I pass through it with an opaque soul. To gently savor her. Where artaa you and I. I am gone astray, but I do not know which way. The angel was announcing from the aurora the geneses and listening to him, she conceived…. Will you looking at my light? Two trees were leafing.

I was inventing all kinds of games. And the shadow between the breasts. And broken nails into the stars are nailing in my temple. The air was hot.


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The opposite of wondering. I was gone in my thoughts. It is revolving the ball of fire.

In a hole, I rotate myself…. Are singing now of you naked. Tomorrow, I shall be a star. In his mind wondering. Because, behold, the oovidiu is at the gate of the remembrance, breaking its seals. It might seem that I am too crude. Of those profane songs. Rummaging into the old wardrobe for sleep….