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“Poezia mea, asa cum ati citit-o, traieste prin simplitate. Este poezia plansului si bucuriei sufletului, adunate de-alungul mai multor ani. Am scris poezie, mai ales cand calatoream, pentru a-mi regasi sinele instrainat. Uneori pentru a vorbi cu mine insumi. Poezia mea culege culorile din paleta realului, a zilei incrustata prea adanc si prea mult pe retina, pentru ca incepe sa doara. E o poezie scrisa in durerea cuvantului care se naste. Ma zbat atunci intre mine insumi si poezie, intre ceea ce sunt azi si ceea ce voi deveni maine...“ „As you have already noticed my poetry lives through its simplicity. It is the poetry of soul gathered tears and joyfulness along a period of time. I wrote poetry especially when traveling, to find the unknown within myself. Sometimes just to talk to myself. My poetry assembles the colors of a reality pallete of day‘s images, engraved too deep on the retina that starts to hurt. Therefore my poetry is written within the unborned word‘s pain. I struggle then between myself and poetry, between what I am today and what I will become tomorrow...” Nicholas Buda