Epitaf din Esenin

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Acolo ştiu că nu foşneşte-n zări
Cu gîturi lungi de lebădă, secara...
De asta-n preajma tainicei plecări
Eu mă-nfior şi-mi simt adînc povara.
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Întors acasă, vremea mi-o voi pierde
Cu vechi nimicuri, ca oricare om,
Şi sub fereastră, într-o seară verde,
M-oi spânzura cu mâneca de-un pom.

Răchitele din garduri or să scape
Mâhnite frunze, fluturând din mâini,
Atunci când nespălat or să mă-ngroape
La loc ferit şi în lătrat de câini.
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Toţi suntem vremelnici pentru veci,
Rar ning fragii frunzele deşarte...
Binecuvântat să fie deci
Că trăiesc şi să mă duc spre moarte.
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Don't get up gentlemen, i'm only passing through

"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."
— Charles Bukowski (Factotum)