О себе:--------------*--------------
Iarna
Vine iarna pe-ntregite,
Grasana, cu vuiet mare,
Se zdrobeste de pamant
Si se sparge-n mii de fulgi.
"Brazii trebuie-mbracati,
Insa eu, slabita,
Stau intinsa pe pamant
Ca frumoasa adormita".
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Something was going to happen. She waited. She watched the blue sky of Mars as if it might at any moment grip in on itself, contract, and expel a shining miracle down upon the sand. Nothing happened