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(Playing the double bass nostalgically, Johnny Raducanu) Remember the religious day of old when you and I, Shut in our yellow submarine, would sail all on our own, Our progress aimless, peaceful, with pavements for a sky,Along old sewers teeming with butterflies forlorn.

Delight – the bum I cherish, once more, as in the past,You are proffering to me like some delicious treat. As you raise up your skirt high, and lean into the street, Out of the open window, while munching on a crust. And since you're sort of bashful at what I'm

To an Eminescian blonde Would that your ass split in two comely spheres,Would that your cunt cleft in four luscious lips –A chariot made of silk are you, and sheer,Wheels dipped in fragrant oil from tip to tip.  Your mug be cast behind the sugar barsOf your gold hair

Many of the young writers or aspirants to literature consider eroticism as a sure way to quick recognition. This type of literature is quite difficult to write, because between eroticism, pornography and a public toilet the differences are minimal, but essential, and unless

The subjective mark is an essential element of the young authoresses' writing. Their books are closer to diary and self-fiction than to fiction. The mistrust of poetry as the proper space of expressing sensitivity is not substituted by the belief in the imaginary, but

Now of all times, now of all times,now that I love her the best,now of all times I've betrayed her. Now of all times, now of all times,now that she cares for me more than ever,now of all times I've obscured her. Now of all times, now of all times,now that she's

From the point of view of yesterday's or today's reader, it is for sure – yet again! – a matter of code: one accepts it or not. If the education and the cultural concepts we operate with intuitively tell us that certain art forms are not tolerable, that certain

If we were to maintain that the erotic language as an independent writing mode has at present been obliterated from Romanian literature, we would, perhaps, make a serious overstatement, but not lie entirely: it might seem peculiar, but this European literature, which is

The specific world of 1960-70-80's novels contains nuclei of anomaly, curiosity and specificity that are unrepeatable in the history of a literature. An entire gallery of 'wax figures' – children and teenagers, workers and intellectuals, aristocrats and

Some sudden deaths in our small town, my love – I've come on purpose, just to let you know. Upon their biers, in town, for too much heat,The corpses decompose ever so slow.  The quick are in like manner decomposed,Their very dust is sweating in the heat;I can smell

You call it true love, and believe t'was so…I call it a brief lapse of sanity…Yet what it was,What it was meant to be, The two of us, perhaps, will never know.  It was a dream we lived upon a shore,A sad song brought to us from distant landsBy some white birds

The pornography-related scandals may burst out for various reasons. For instance, because – even if they may accept to give a place, somewhere on the remotest outskirts, to professional pornography, clearly specialized and delimited – many would be bothered by the idea