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Poetry written by Ilie Cristian Pîrvu in the 3rd grade. It is written in romanian and I'm writing this in english because at this point I don't give a fuck. You may like it or not, I don't fucking care, alright? Good. It's creative writing at it's finest. I think I wrote that in 2005, I don't recall exactly with the help of my mom of course, I was just a kid. It is referring at my homework notebook and that I was writing very poorly and all that.
Poetry written by Ilie Cristian Pîrvu in the 3rd grade. It is written in romanian and I'm writing this in english because at this point I don't give a fuck. You may like it or not, I don't fucking care, alright? Good. It's creative writing at it's finest. I think I wrote that in 2005, I don't recall exactly with the help of my mom of course, I was just a kid. It is referring at my homework notebook and that I was writing very poorly and all that.
Poetry written by Ilie Cristian Pîrvu in the 3rd grade. It is written in romanian and I'm writing this in english because at this point I don't give a fuck. You may like it or not, I don't fucking care, alright? Good. It's creative writing at it's finest. I think I wrote that in 2005, I don't recall exactly with the help of my mom of course, I was just a kid. It is referring at my homework notebook and that I was writing very poorly and all that.
Tot suspina si tot geme, Il intreb: "Ce s-a-ntamplat?", Nu raspunde-i suparat. Eu il iau cu binisorul Ca sa-i aflu ofusorul, Ce mai incolo si-ncoace, Eu vorbesc si el tot tace Mai tarziu, mai pe-nserat, Dupa ore de oftat, Obosit din cale-afara, Mi-a reprosat intr-o doara: "Singur tu esti vinovat!, Sunt ranit, insangerat, Chiar de la pagina a treia, Pan' la douazeci si treia. Vai, ce ustura si doare, N-ai putina mila oare? De ce gresesti asa mult? Uita-te in ce hal sunt! Sigur, orice om greseste, Daca nu sta si gandeste, Dar fie-ti mila de mine Si gandeste-te mai bine! La pagina opt am inca Doua rani si-una-i adanca Nu stii nici sa faci acordul Si cu asta am spus totul." Tace cu-ncapatanare, Apoi geme si mai tare, Cum sa fac ca sa-l impac? Gata! Stiu ce am sa fac!
Cum a spus si el, in fine,
Am sa ma gandesc mai bine. Pan' acu' sa fac o tema Nu era mare problema Ce daca scriam urat? Puteam sa spun c-am facut, Cinci minute si e gata Ca de nu, 'l iau cu lopata! M-astepta televizoru', Fotbalul, calculatorul... Dar acum m-au pus pe ganduri Ranile de printre randuri. Mi-e cam mila de caiet, Ce-ar fi sa fiu mai atent? O ora pe zi sau doua Si i-as da o fata noua! Fara rani adanci macar, Sa nu fi plans in zadar. Ca o zgarietura mica Se iarta la o adica.