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The fingers of the rain are tapping at the windows Many times I send my thought ahead to examine the landscape and then to wait for me as for a dog. The fingers of the rain are tapping at the windows I can't sing anymore I can't manage the words neither the flower nor the car nor the oxencart. I can't manage to can And the fingers of the rain are lapping at the windows They are taking my eyes away through the glass for a walk Come on, my darling and clean into myself. |
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Florentin Smarandache was born in Valcea, Romania 1954.
In the 1980s he set up the Paradoxist Literary Movement.
He is a polymath and has published over eighty
books in literature (poetry, dramas, novel, essays,
short stories, translations, diary), arts (his
outer-art), rebus, philosophy (neutrosophy as a
generalisation of dialectics), mathematics (see the
Smarandache algebraic structures and Smarandache
geometries), quantum physics, engineering and
cybernetics (information fusion).
Another poem can be found on The Zimmerzine Archive.
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