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(Lecturi potrivite\/recomandate de Alexandra)<\/span><\/p>\n

Poemul 1:<\/strong><\/p>\n

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There are nights and days<\/p>\n

When time is still young<\/p>\n

And pain is unborn<\/p>\n

In the womb of nothingness;<\/p>\n

Empty that glass of sorrow,<\/p>\n

You who came before<\/p>\n

When the heart was full of joy<\/p>\n

And decay wasn\u2019t even a word;<\/p>\n

Hush hush, patron of sorrows<\/p>\n

Today I want to live<\/p>\n

And let the vows of dying<\/p>\n

To those who can\u2019t love again (\u2026)<\/p>\n

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Poemul 2:<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Long is the waiting for the dawn<\/p>\n

And the thought of mortality<\/p>\n

Is enough to make one man impatient and thirsty to live<\/p>\n

And to love, and to burn in credence<\/p>\n

That maybe one day shall he be forever;<\/p>\n

That fall, so painfully and lavish<\/p>\n

Giving all the lessons<\/p>\n

Tremors of time, is this the end?<\/p>\n

When the wings of earth<\/p>\n

Claim the sky, and are once again light<\/p>\n

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Poemul 3:<\/strong><\/p>\n

A love beyond the grave<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I held your hand beneath the moon,<\/p>\n

Where shadows danced, our fleeting tune.<\/p>\n

The stars bore witness, silent, cold,<\/p>\n

To love that time could not withhold.<\/p>\n

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Your eyes, they burned, a fleeting fire,<\/p>\n

A blaze of joy, and dark desire.<\/p>\n

Yet fate, a thief, with cruel hand,<\/p>\n

Tore you away, like grains of sand.<\/p>\n

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I call your name, the night does weep,<\/p>\n

Its echoes lost in waters deep.<\/p>\n

Each whisper fades, each breath grows thin,<\/p>\n

A world without you \u2013 grief within.<\/p>\n

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And though the earth may claim your form,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll brave the tempest, face the storm.<\/p>\n

For love like ours defies the grave,<\/p>\n

An endless tide, a boundless wave.<\/p>\n

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Poemul 4:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Whispering Door<\/strong><\/p>\n

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In a chamber steeped in twilight\u2019s breath,<\/p>\n

Where silence dripped like tears of death,<\/p>\n

I heard a knock, a hollow sound,<\/p>\n

From the door where shadows wound.<\/p>\n

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Once, twice \u2013 an echo crept,<\/p>\n

Through halls where restless spirits wept.<\/p>\n

A voice then slithered, cold and low,<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you recall what you should not know?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The candle\u2019s flame began to dance,<\/p>\n

Casting shapes that broke my trance.<\/p>\n

Upon the walls, in bleeding light,<\/p>\n

A story writ of endless night.<\/p>\n

I dared not speak; my tongue was still,<\/p>\n

For fear would bend my very will.<\/p>\n

Yet the door, with moaning creak,<\/p>\n

Pushed ajar, inviting the weak.<\/p>\n

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There stood a form, no flesh, no bone,<\/p>\n

Its gaze a mirror, my sins alone.<\/p>\n

The specter hissed, \u201cYour soul is mine,<\/p>\n

By pact you signed in blood and wine.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The clock struck twelve, its chime a kneel,<\/p>\n

And drew me down to that ancient well.<\/p>\n

Through endless dark, I fell, I fell \u2013<\/p>\n

To find my place in the depths of Hell.<\/p>\n

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Still, the whispering door remains,<\/p>\n

A gateway bound by cursed chains.<\/p>\n

Should you hear its call, beware,<\/p>\n

For what it seeks is your despair.<\/p>\n

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Poemul 5:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Duel Within<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Beneath the veil of silent skies,<\/p>\n

A war unfolds where truth lies.<\/p>\n

Light and shadow, fierce they dance,<\/p>\n

Locked in an endless, aching trance.<\/p>\n

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The light, a whisper, soft and pure,<\/p>\n

Promises hope, a heart\u2019s secure.<\/p>\n

It paints the dawn, ignites the flame,<\/p>\n

Calling my soul to stake its claim.<\/p>\n

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Yet darkness rises, cold and deep,<\/p>\n

A quiet voice that haunts my sleep.<\/p>\n

It speaks of fears I dare not name,<\/p>\n

A hollow path of guilt and shame.<\/p>\n

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Each thought, a blade, each breath, a fight,<\/p>\n

Between the day and endless night.<\/p>\n

I seek the sun, but shadows cling,<\/p>\n

A fragile bird with broken wing.<\/p>\n

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The war within, no victor clear,<\/p>\n

Both foes entwined, both cherished, dear.<\/p>\n

For light, though bright, is born of shade,<\/p>\n

And darkness thrives where fears cascade.<\/p>\n

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So let them clash, let them collide,<\/p>\n

This fragile storm where I reside.<\/p>\n

For in chaos, I am whole \u2013<\/p>\n

A fragile balance, my warring soul.<\/p>\n

#<\/p>\n

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Numele meu este Victor Gheorghe (n. 1992, Bucure\u0219ti), masterand anul II la Facultatea de Istorie a Universit\u0103\u021bii din Bucure\u0219ti. Literatura este cea mai mare pasiune a mea. \u00cen timpul liber ador s\u0103 citesc c\u00e2t mai mult \u0219i, atunci c\u00e2nd am un strop de inspira\u021bie, s\u0103 scriu. Genurile de interes spre care tind, at\u00e2t \u00een lectur\u0103, c\u00e2t \u0219i \u00een scris sunt: Fantasy, supernatural and psychological horror, crime, S.F; printre autorii care \u0219i-au l\u0103sat amprenta asupra mea, fiind \u0219i unii dintre scriitorii favori\u021bi, se num\u0103r\u0103: Agatha Christie, Arthur Conan Doyle, Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, iar dintre cei autohtoni \u00eei pot aminti pe: Mihai Eminescu, Emil Cioran, George Bacovia, Nichita St\u0103nescu.<\/p>\n

Pentru mine, scrisul reprezint\u0103 libertatea de a-mi a\u0219terne pe h\u00e2rtie toate g\u00e2ndurile, emo\u021biile \u0219i dorin\u021bele, d\u00e2nd na\u0219tere unor lumi care s\u0103 \u00eenglobeze toate aceste lucruri. \u00cen scrierile mele, c\u0103 este vorba de poeme sau proz\u0103, caut s\u0103 \u00eemi disec demonii interior \u0219i s\u0103-i scot la lumin\u0103. \u00cen prezent nu am o activitate literar\u0103 care s\u0103 m\u0103 recomande, \u00eens\u0103 sper din tot sufletul c\u0103 voi reu\u0219i s\u0103 fac acest pas \u0219i c\u0103 voi reu\u0219i s\u0103-mi v\u0103d publicate multe dintre propriile crea\u021bii care vor urma. Mul\u021bumesc tuturor care \u00eemi vor fi al\u0103turi \u00een acest demers. Numai bine tuturor!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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