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To them the summer seemed short and not at all sultry, even though the endless stifling heat melted men and withered hapless animals alive. The fury of the sun paled before the ardour of their hearts, without the dentist and the nanny being spared the torment around them : they perspired, they grew faint, their faces were flushed, but not for a moment did they think that the dog days were to blame, ascribing their frissons and fevers to the fire of love...

 
Atunci i-am ars două palme
Noapte buna, copii!
Cine adoarme ultimul
Degete mici
 Arhiva tradarii si a miniei
O fereastra intunecata
Strada
Se respinge
parteneri parteneri parteneri parteneri

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