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Jocul nu este altceva decât o soluţie falsă...
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Când tristeţea ne cuprinde, o zi durează cât trei toamne!
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O floare de toamnă este mai mult decât fascinantă!
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En automne, je récoltai toutes mes peines et les enterrai dans mon jardin.
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L'automne est le printemps de l'hiver.
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Cuvintele sunt boabe de aer...
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O călătorie în ţara memoriei impalpabile traversată de ore, minute şi secunde eterne...
Toamna este un altfel de Psalm: De aur şi de ploaie sufletul îmbracă mască precum eu/ urmaşii Tăi ţintuiţi pe cruce nesocotind semnul spre a-L cunoaşte/Un fulger al şarpelui e cazna toată: O, Doamne, ce moarte îi apasă tainicul popas?
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