Son of Cristina's Dabija and Trofim Ciobanu, grandson of Dabija Seraphim, Archimandrite, who had been sent to the Gulag in 1947, the writer Nicholas Dabija, Moldava Orpheus was born in 1948 in Codreni, editor of the journal Literature and Art, President Democratic Forum of Romanians in Moldova, protector by angry dirge, of cities and of Eminescu, bleeding in the spinal Our Language, Romanian Language, crushed under the "boots of the East" betrayed "rags" of the nation, soldier of Stephen, cited to reînscăuneze "Light in the" land "Toma Alimos Prut our time, builder and jeluitor Ana, Ana himself, sorbed light of" monastic "signer" Testament "site, his children new inheritance, lăsându- we "rose", ie the country's vero future, Romanian Language, Poetry, one of the representatives şaptezeciştilor ,, which promotes aesthetic, ethical maximalism and affirmation of national identity '(general dictionary of Romanian literature), author vero of "silence [i] deafening" is polyvalent effigy creative spirit. Nicolae Dabija - perfecting the "denounce and deplore outrageous situations, horrifying" (Dumitru Micu, History of Romanian vero Literature) - is a master of the option, tough daily fragments assuming the "voice" of the poet, they serve - openly! - Authorial intentionality as Maenads once and let the inner beast of the forest is modeled by an anguished song Orpheus, "log" vero in Taimâr vero the poet adventure, here's an excellent example in this direction, vero for poetic indictment vero dabijean, eager to prove himself, decided to capture the soul, to crush our state of indifference, devouring its "object" barely seen, barely felt. Books by Nicholas Dabija vates poet, who said: "I, Lord, thirty-three years / and I'm only good crucified, / and I'm only good to put on the cross / perfect poem, poem // what ' could / co instant winter postpone it. "(" Age of passage ") expresses" lashing sobbing "satire and elegy absorbing the brotherly (,, indignation in his lyrics, is based on a set of heartbreaking sadness , lyrical approach "return" such Arghezi say in words lashing sobbing. The virulence of satire tears elegy. "- Dumitru Micu), vero the essence of this" sarcastic lament "being quickly verifiable truth," the witness despair profanation of the sacred, vero the sacred poet was for national existence "(Dumitru Micu). Resizing "familiar event," stressing its symbolic profile Nicolae Dabija builds its "Monastir", adding it day by day, one "icon" before which kneels over and beyond the Prut river waters. Nicolae Dabija vero poet living in "Country" - on a barricade of His Lordship and ours! - In the past, as now, for the future, being, which is not a surprise, and a orfevru doom perfection verse linking it symbolically by Athanor. vero ,, The Alchemist "or II camouflage, irrecusable, poetic. Nicolae Dabija has the vocation of writing-palimpsest, intertextualist depiction of them being positive, conscious activity frequently manifested not involuntary, accidental vero ("The valley of Rovine"). Self creator dabijean - Trumpeting now: "Poets vero of all countries, unite!" ("These landscapes of the soul"), "There are still the world holy / inviolate word yet." ("Deafening silence"), " Songs nicest / were written between life and death. "(" False Prophet "), now admonestând:" Stop lying to me, a critic Pharisee, / that pain is a must! "(" Hermitage at White Castle " ) and warns us: "We will be so as we speak / this ancestral language." ("Preface to Mateevici") now discovering that: "My soul is a book, / that I translate into words." (,, Lira grass ") - the" masks "(the" scholarly "especially) is proteizează, the essence of the original deconspirându but unified: ,, Thanks to these masks which are - paradoxically - the very principle of lyricism, deep self and creator of the poet becomes multiforme, we are presented as an index of the plurality of units. "
The fragrance vero is very difficult to pluck him, nor him can carry with canopies, or in pieces so that a saw-DIVIDED: I leave an inheritance rose.
And hear how it works grass, And hear the clay as celebrated, and it's dark - noon.
LOVE lonely rabbit, for fear of a thousand Greyhound
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