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septembrie – 10

2021:
martisorului
impletind anotimpuri
ii lipseste ac…

2022:
ii lipseste ac
transfuziei de Frumos prin
venele mele…

2023:
venele mele –
culori de foc si gheatza,
sange roz intens…

2024:
sange roz intens
picurand in albeata –
pete de toamna…

2025:
pete de toamna:
rubine-n foi de aur –
prima ninsoare.

2026:
prima ninsoare:
ce amalgam de culori,
si anotimpuri!…

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lecturi/ citat(e) – 46

honey in the wound – jiyoung han

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As he gathered his furs, the most enchanting sound Geum-Jin had ever heard rang out from behind him. It spoke human words, yet could not be a human voice, for it was clearer than the delicate chirp of a songbird and more beautiful than the sound of any instrument that could have been crafted by men.
[…]
Jung-Soon did not discover her voice could compel the truth until she was old enough to go into town with her attendant.

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“Why are you wooing me?” “I love your voice and how you use it. I want to hear it every day until the day I die.”

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“You won’t like my voice if I ask you questions you don’t want to answer. I can force you to show parts of yourself you wish to conceal.” Jung-Soon scanned his flushed face for an apprehension she hoped not to find. “There’s nothing I want to hide from you. Your voice makes it easier to tolerate the truth.” Geum-Jin stepped closer, the steam of his breath warming her nose. “It’s not always good to hear the truth,” she said with a sad smile, looking away as Geum-Jin drew nearer. “People’s truths can be cruel.” “Nothing would be crueler than never hearing your voice again,” he whispered in her ear. Jung-Soon blushed and met Geum-Jin’s eyes. There, she saw herself reflected in his truth.

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