Call for the lumberjacks
give them full authority
to cut deep, to cut down
all the trees, my forest
Bring in the ancient Wrath
I want no shadow left inside,
track the last wolf alive:
I can’t stand that howling anymore
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Horia Alexandru Pop used to be an English teacher, a librarian, a factotum for factories and farms, a dishwasher, a translator, and he’s had some other jobs he’s forgotten since. Now that he’s quit his job, he travels and tries to meet as many persons, from as many different horizons as possible to live, love and write on it.
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