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| Lucian Blaga |
Searching, don't know what i'm searching. I'm searching
a sky from before, the eve of the sunset. How bowed
is my forehead, so destined to raise in the past!
Searching, don't know what i'm searching. I'm searching
those have been auroras, that sprang other times
fountains - today sealed with waters and conquered.
Searching, don't know what i'm searching. I'm searching
an hour gigantic, surviving in me without being
like on a clay jar, a trace of a mouth that's been drinking.
Searching, don't know what i'm searching. Under the yesterday's stars,
Under the past ones, i'm searching
The spent light i'll always keep praising.
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