Românul Iliescu la 27 aprilie 2024 prorocind realegerea americanului Biden

Partenerii de wrestling erau evident de categorii gravitaționale diferite, 
Doamna Caroline Fohlin cântărea mai puțin decât Taylor Swift,
iar Polițistul în straie negre mai mult decât Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Idealista doamnă intervenise să-și apere studenții
de profesionista brutalitate a trupelor de ordine și represiune.
Emory University economics professor Caroline Fohlin
nu aflase de la Jane Fonda că și caii pot intra în Campus.

Ursul Grizzli bătrân cu păr alb pe craniu a dat cu ea de pământ,
ajutat imediat de un tovarăș săritor, să-i răsucească bărbătește mâinile
femeiești, pentru a i le imobiliza în cătușă din aia cu fermoar
din plastic alb, pesemne import din Republica Populară Chineză!

"I'am a professor." "I'am a professor." "I'am a professor." "I'am a professor."

Desigur, doar profesorii americani români, emigrați din RO după Mineriadă
au fost singurii care s-au revoltat, prin cultură, în USA și în Occident:
”A CNN crew witnessed at least two professors detained by Atlanta police,
including Emory University economics professor Caroline Fohlin
and Noëlle McAfee, chair of the philosophy department.”

Nu prea se uită românul la CNN, nici pe cablu, nici pe net.
Dar televizorul deodată îi făcu purici și apăru nonagenarul Iliescu,
președintele ales și reales, iarăși rânjind: ”stimați concetățeni,
dacă trădătorul Ceaușescu îmi lăsa și mie niște polițiști viteji ca ai lui Biden,
jur pe onoarea mea, că nici nu-i mai chemam pe mineri, în 14 iunie 1990,
să-i hăituiască și să-i ciomăgească pe studenți în Piața Universității din București!
Altfel, n-aș fi fost reales în 1992, să construiesc capitalismul cu comuniștii!
Acum, pentru că a arătat tot atâta fermitate, e sigur și Biden de al doilea mandat!”
Romanian Iliescu on April 27, 2024, predicting the re-election of the American Biden

The wrestling partners were obviously of different gravity categories,
Mrs. Caroline Fohlin weighed less than Taylor Swift,
and the Policeman in black clothes more than Arnold Schwarzenegger.

The idealistic lady had intervened to protect her students from the professional
brutality of the troops of order and repression.
Emory University economics professor Caroline Fohlin
didn't know from Jane Fonda that horses can enter the Campus.

The old Grizzly bear with white hair on his skull hit the ground with her,
immediately helped by a jumping comrade, to manfully twist her
female hands, to immobilize them in those white plastic zippered handcuffs,
probably imported from the People's Republic of China!

"I'm a professor." "I'm a professor." "I'm a professor." "I'm a professor."

Of course, only Romanian American professors, who emigrated from Romania after the ”Mineriadă”
were the only ones who revolted, through culture, in the USA and in the West:
”A CNN crew witnessed at least two professors detained by Atlanta police,
including Emory University economics professor Caroline Fohlin
and Noëlle McAfee, chair of the philosophy department.”

Romanians don't really watch CNN, neither on cable nor on the internet.
But the television suddenly turned on and the ninety-year-old Iliescu appeared,
the elected and re-elected president, again grinning: "Esteemed fellow citizens,
if the traitor Ceaușescu had left me some brave policemen like Biden's, I swear
on my honor, that I would not have even called the miners, on June 14, 1990,
to hunt down and beat up the students in University Square in Bucharest!
Otherwise, I would not have been re-elected in 1992, to build capitalism with the communists!
Now, because he has shown such firmness, Biden is also certain of a second term!”

Edgar Allan Poe antrenându-se pentru Programul Apollo/

”Tare m-aș iubi cu tine!
Te-aș ucide!
Așa șoptit-a Luna
în rochia roșie a asfințitului.

De-atunci tot beau, tot beau
și-aștept la colțul străzii
clipa propulsării
pe orbita-ndepărtată
unde aștrii nu apun.

Edgar Allan Poe training for the Apollo Program

"I would love you so much!
I would kill you!"
Thus whispered the Moon
in the red dress of the sunset.

Since then I've been drinking, drinking
and waiting at the street corner
for the moment of propulsion
into the distant orbit
where the stars never set.

Sono una bella badante dalla Repubblica di Moldova

Sono una bella badante dalla Repubblica di Moldova

What is my name? My old man, whom I wash, simply calls me: Moldova!
I love Naples with the hypocritical good-naturedness of Vesuvius and all.
I always admire him among the commuter students and the starving unemployed, on the train of Sorrento.
I learned landscape after landscape all along the Circumvesuviana, I would return to my homeland.

Nature is a temple with large supporting pillars, that is, a hypermarket.
Oh, no Eros, no Thanatos writing in verse! It's just Nostalgia.
And the planet is like a huge library that nobody goes into, but it's run
by some wise old men who see better than a badante hierarchy of priorities.

But at home I would no longer get used to poverty. I have to wait for the Great Recovery
of unlived history. How good it would be if the Republic of Moldova
was requested by the EU along with its sisters Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia!
Maybe even this Putin wouldn't have wanted to end up in Transnistria
by taking Crimea, Luhansk, and Donetsk, and parts of Kherson and Zaporizhzhia!
.
So, for geopolitical reasons I would get married here now: first come, first served!
My great-grandmother had 12 children. Some survived the famine of 1946-1947.