(sursa: http://pesurse.ro/2010/5/10/scrisoarea-ctre-fmi---iat-ce-ne-ateapt.html)
Oare ce gândeşte cu adevărat domnul Dominique Strauss-Kahn despre noi, oare ce gândim noi despre domnia sa?
(sursa: http://lboudouani.wordpress.com/2009/05/18/hello-world/)
Upon seas of starvation
Cast away and confused
Where no beacon can pervade the mist
But I have set sail to harder storms
The wind roars thunder
And whispers the word of wolves
Hunger
Dearest vile
Lay your ears to the voice of the wind
Like a familiar stranger
Who has overstayed his welcome
I craft my doom
The daily world fell dead to me
The seas of starvation flood in my name
I craft my doom and burst into tears
A stream, an ocean, a dead-end in tears
The tongue used in prayer
Makes murder sound so sensual
A kiss with a searing pain
From a mouth that urges oceans to rise
The hopeless sail abandoned
Downwards drowning always deeper
In the blink of an eye swept from the sea
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