[from a poem]

În foșnet leneș, despicând uleiuri,
Trec unicorni mugind pe lângă cheiuri
Sper-un loc în care totul, dinadins,
Opritu-s-a, de dragoste atins…
 
In silent lisp, cleaving oils
Roaring unicorns pass piers
Towards a place where all, 
Has stopped when touched by love.
 

[my English translation]

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