In linistea noptii felinele se furiseaza din desis pe Aleea tigrilor . Surprinsi in lumina camerei ochii stralucesc ireal .
Misterul pluteste in aer chiar si imprejurimile atat de banale ale unui bloc oarecare .
Ce veti vana in noaptea asta ?
Conserve ?
Atunci sa lasam macar poezia sa ne inspire :
Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile his work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
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