Horatiu Stamatin - when I came

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When I came in front of the national poet's statue, the florist showed me her breasts, a lost dog was crossing the street obeying the traffic lights, and the windows of the central library fled off in the world.
The pollen is an ambiguous mister, speaking a blue language of which she understands only the verbs at past tense.

Horatiu Stamatin

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