Since you betrayed me I am more becoming
A body’s carcass glowing in the dark
My fragile self, invisible, yet stark,
With frozen looks and body which is pining.
My wretched fingers can’t feel any more
My useless walk, is pining with desire…
My cruel stare invisible, yet sore –
The halo of my body still on fire.
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Season’s Greetings
By Corneliu Vadim TUDOR
(“Urare de iarna”, “Saptamina”, 6 ianuarie 1984)
Greatest woman seen so far
Of the whole of our nation
She’s the heavens brightest star
Clad in the Romanian fashion.
It’s Elena Ceausescu
Purest is her vibrant aim
The best mum to our rescue
Coming with a science brain.
Her accomplishments are greater
Aiming high as our guide
In supporting our Leader
Standing proudly by his side.
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