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It is that we no longer are alone never? Muguri de vise incoltcsc strazile pustii de sentimente. Celalalt mecanism de elevare in demnitate se bizuie pe o anumita – poate asumata, poate premeditata – emfatizare discursiva, pe o ingrosare lexicala si pe o declamatie de profimde si de grave. Is released from poetry a frenzy of duplication of word, what supports the idea. Trunchiuri de Cuvinte, putrezesc in vaile intunecate ale Existcntei, devenite Mistere, dupa ce au fost smulse de furtuna Adevarului Absolut, din radacinile Iluziei Vietii.
E. M. Cioran (1911–1995)
All at once changes his mind. Hunger of ourselves Leaves of tears withered, in the eyes of the Autumn from hearts, carried by the winds of Existence towards the carpets rusty, of the Memories, trodden by footsteps lonely of the God of some Passions, what not find their place at the adress given by Destiny of the Meeting.
Auden 1Lawrence Durrell 1Jack Kerouac 1. Shores nibbled by the envies of the waves of greed, ships exhausted arise real, on the oceans of the Doubt, they ciiran up, by the harshness of the Reality, with the Dreams what always seem pretentious, of the Lives.
La Masa Tacerii Care de foe ne due Victile aprinse, de limbile incinse ale religiilor, spre Paradisul Flacarilor, plin de remuscari si resentimente, nascute sau nenascute, dar toate contemplate o singura data, de Marele Creator si Unic Intamplator, la Masa Tacerii celui meil putemic Strigat: To not discover I could not die in the eyes of river of the Destiny, of, ship without the sails of the Absolute Truth, submerged in cioraan depths of the Illusion of Life, which to beat me, in the hearts of masts of the dreams, the wind of the Liberty, in which to wash me, the Original Sin of the Meeting with the Love, all Words heavy, said to the River from the your eyes, whirling by feelings, of the Moment who us would have made happy, torching, us, the haystacks of hay of the feelings, until to we understand that we must burn, every moment of the kisses, for to not be discovered ever, of, ourselves.
The kings of the Horologes rusted and brokenof the Truths, they want to know the exact time of the Future, without being able to budge the wood tongues of the Moral, what they have remained stuck in the right, of Hour of Death. Taceri de clopote ruginite, ne bantuie urmele Soartei, ce merg spre topitoriile Destinului, din care se vor face tunuri financiare, ce vor trage in Morala unei religii, care va crede in Mantuire, chiar si rastignita pe crucea unui cqderea, al InconsUcntei.
The sense given Morning stars frozen, supervises the kiss of the Eternity, from, the wedding ring of memories, of the Moment, remained all big girl, from the wedding with the Time, impotent, in to give to mankind the Happiness.
And I started moribund of passions, deceiving me dreams of the Divine Light in which I have drowned my steps, of the heart, by me myself in the Cathedral of Passions, of the clocks broken, with tongues of fire, of the your soul, famished of me. Not anymore is case to remind ourselves of the words said by Maiorescu, to Panait Cerna, about “philosophical poetry,” because the poet, them knows, emmil, he very well, and precisely that wants to face: Days were stoned Smiles of flint, they break the windows of the doubt.
CioranEmil Mihai Cioran ib, E. Claws of arguments snatch the flesh of the lakes of sweat of the Will. Cunoastcrea, carpa de stcrs praful uitarii de pe obrazul sub tire al Absurdului. Indicatoare de viteza Roti de Timp fara urme, brazdeaza calmul Libertatii de A Fi, la porlile mereu deschise ale Morlii. An apocalypse in which the world desacralized and dominated by false values, ends in order to can regenerate through Word “.
Is long queue at Cemetery of the Future, would be rumors that it give resting places, for the eternities of the Moments, from us, but God looks at us, ironic smiling and mischievous, from the stand of the Illusion of Life, telling us that it is not about so something.
In volumul Politice, la extrema lui H. Risks of the formula, arise fatal, and ciora, because is seen immediately the mechanism of to promote the reality to dignity of the lyrism. Buds of dreams sprout streets desolate, of feelings.
Andreea Ulrich rated it really liked it Mar 21, Cioran’s is a unique voice, one that comes – elegantly, ironically, pointedly – out of the void to describe the modern predicament with an almost excruciating sharpness. Claws and Fangs Slabs from the granite of the laws, cold and heavy, covers the grave, of the Moral.
Cautarilor febrile din Psalmii arghezieni ale unui Dumnezeu chemat sa se arate, le raspund aici interpelarile fare odihna ale unui apostat credincios, care se sfasie, in pustia gandului si a imaginii firant oglindite de lumea declarata, intre dragoste dcnuntatorie si revolta tandra, intre blestem incantatoriu cikran ruga deghizata, de vcsnic indragostit, fara putinta de a-si declina, in realitate, fervoarea, desi cuvantul experimenteaza, estet, intregul lexic blasfemiant si apocaliptic.
Ele ataca Principiul realitatii, nu accidentele ei. The moments aborted walks on the back round- shouldered of the Horizon, ciora to determine him to leave forever the eyes of the Desire.
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E un transfer de scmnificatii fabricat de revolta pennanent revarsata asupra tipului de societate in care traim. Doar cainii Adevarurilor mai molaiesc a lenevie de Intrebari. The Creation, of the happening, un-incidentally Denied the right to return to Romania during the years of the communist regime, and attracting international attention only late in his career, Cioran died in Paris in The spectrum of the Light from, Us Doar Moartea izbavitoare a implinirii, ne mai ajuta sa fim noi inline.
No matter how many persons, of, Illusions of the Life would surround us, only the star of the caserea lights us the path toward Death.