Valentin Gabriel Cristea Biography

The clouds sift the flour over the plain,
children play with it,
they knead some snowmen.
People look wonderfully at these snowmen
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Purple sleep quivers on banks
the blue of crystal bends lightly
lonely birds float on reed
shadows slide in the sombre ecstasy.
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I was fascinated by her:
It was a beautiful brunette.
With her night hair,
she caught my mind in her net.
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Once upon a time foolishness
was going fallen into three columns:
some were trying to define it,
the others were criticizing it,
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Grey snow,
flooded by the rays of sun,
thaws slowly,
in the rhythm of the spring birds music,
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