Poezie
I am a left-handed painter
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Mediu
I am a left-handed painter of sublime states
Squanderer of smiles in the wind
I re-find myself in a multitudinous uproar
As a flower rooted in her house of earth.
Rivers kneading beside me
Making wreaths around stones and singing
Springs are passing roaring the debaucheries
Of life and the flows of nature.
I am preparing to write the first spin
Of the paper birth that I am
With humanity, love and pity
To be a servant to the word.
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