in front of us here is a hell
born in turn from another
justifying for a brother
what is eternally to sell
and two silent brackets
opened to every doubts
locked-between redoubts
like two empty jackets
wanted a yard with juror
everybody has the honour
when a strange light appears
on convicted face in tears
(translated from romanian)
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