In a world about which it is said:
But what they are writing, my dear critics!
Brainless and mad,
Why do you not see, that today we are living
Only and only from “lies”.
You will reflect on the creed of the Banat peasant – poet uttered in the following lyrics:
In the time when you slept
In the time when you did not work
In that time when you did not live,
sitting in the shade of an old pear tree, you will hear the exciting urge:
Work, read, travel!