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No 31 - Spring 2005
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| Vasile Baghiu |
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| Image On A Film |
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There is something obviously lyrical In the roses carefully placed on the stone, Letting me see, among leaves, thorns and petals, Just some fragments of the inscription
I try to catch a good moment In which I can find myself alone In the middle of a hospitable circle of friends.
My heart beats sometimes Like it did when I took your hand for the first time.
There are gestures which are not lost, yet, They have remained on the pellicle, But I cannot distinguish the people Who were very close to us in another time.
The film lies in a drawer, And only a few of us Would be interested in making photos from it again.
Held up to a window's light, I once saw, through its transparency, some flowers, Possibly roses with thorns, Like these already withered.
I saw smiles, champagne, confetti, All above our heads, Surrounded by an invisible aura. |
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