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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-09-12 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | …ecnis reve degnahc sah gniht yrevE I stopped you at the heavens’ crossing I touched your wing’s shoulder a feather fell on the street with a soft noise in melodic colors next a feather took to the deep in the air to the South Pole God was having fun by spinning it and tossing it in all directions up and down thus became indistinguishable you turned the head across your wing’s shoulder rear became front front became rear when lights changed to red you started to move backwards God, what an embouteillage...! colliding one by one the angels waiting in line… …ecnis reve degnahc sah gniht yrevE call the ambulance! call the firefighters! police should come here! to shift the up back to the North Pole to grab God by the collar and to hold Him responsible how could He let me touch your wing’s shoulder at the heavens’ crossing during the peak hour…?! - And I, where was I? Was I in the ambulance? - You’ve got no salvation, baby…
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