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IN REVERS
IN REVERS

You’re running high, I’m running low
It’s time to leave, I have to go
I took my chance, perhaps I lost
Or maybe things are as they must
This castle made of sand will fall
And sand that’s left shall bury all
Undream this dream and start again
A search so seemingly in vain
The wind is blowing things unknown
Birds start to sing a backwards song
All life in genes withdraws and dies
All things undoing, breaking ties
My heart is glowing in the dark
I see you first then loses spark
With flatline beats continues on
And then it’s dark, and then it’s gone.
MIHAI EMINESCU
(Coordonator editorial şi moral)
Carmen Sylva
I.L. Caragiale
Nae Ionescu
Nicolae Iorga
Pamfil Şeicaru
Ciprian Chirvasiu, Dan Mihăescu, Dan Popovici, Dan Puric, Dan Toma Dulciu, Dorel Vişan, Florian Colceag, Florin Chilian, Ion C. Rogojanu, Laurian Stănchescu, Marius Dumitru, Mădălina Corina Diaconu, Marius Ionescu, Mircea Coloşenco, Miron Manega, Sergiu Găbureac, Stela Covaci






