Păi nu mai era decât Nichita...
Well, there was only Nichita...

Summary/Abstract: This text starts from the question of whether, faced with the gregarious spirit increasingly present in public life and a strongly deculturalized society, able to say "forget about poetry" (hypothetically: "what good is literature?", "poetry doesn't help me cross the street?"), the stakes of a negative x-ray of Nichita Stănescu are useful.

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