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Sufletul unei harpe

Always remember that I am a poet, not a philosopher. Remember always that I am not a missionary, but a musician playing on the harp of your heart. ( Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh )

Acordeonul de aur

Muzica de-a lungul timpurilor

Autumnal Emotion by Nichita Stanescu

Autumn has come, cover my heart with a shelter,
the shadow of a tree, or your own shadow better.

I fear that I’ll see you no more, that I’ll go,
That sharp wings to the clouds I will grow,
That in a strange eye you are going to hide
And the eye will shut close to lock you inside.

And then next to the rocks, silent me,
I drown all the words in the sea,
I call whistling the moon and I rise it above
And I change it into powerful love.

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