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Febrer nevat de pena
rius de tinta galta avall
primaveres glaçades
recordo.

1 comment:

vroj said...

February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.

Boris Pasternak

18.9.11

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