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Stefan,
mi-am dat seama
Less is more
moaaaa
o perspectiva interesanta
Bună, Rareș
Așa e,
Ei,
un exercițiu reușit
Hei, Amanda!
aÈ™...
pare a fi
contul
ozon
Creatorul
cablurile
megafon
Doamnă Petrov,
Stimate dle Alexandru Sima,
Stimate dle Alexandru Sima,
merci encore une fois!
și totuși...
ar trebui
baston
Excalibur
sa fie oare
sau...
este oare ...
Ștefan,
socrate
my two cents
unul dintrea cestia:
poem
poate fi...
nu-i bai
condei
devotament
devotament
Felicitări!
întrebare
iubirea
Mulțumesc, Ionuț,
Amanda
așa e
nebun
Joly
zarurile
hazardul
Amanda
of, ce uitucă sunt!
rămânem pudici
țâța-caprei
ghebe
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Biografie Dani Sandu Bors
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.
if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.
don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.
Charles Bukowski
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