Suvite nepieptanate,
un bol de lut fierbinte,
pulsatie,
flori strivite suav de piele,
sare.
Cortine trase peste ganduri,
mijloc,
blazare,
aplauze neinspirate,
puncte de suspensie cocotate in varf de aer.
Vant,
tumult,
soapte,
delir,
putin soare.
Pana cand?
O mare de asfalt nerespirat,
nisip ascuns in talpa,
zgarieturi,
fluturi cazuti printre valuri.
Din nou suvite nepieptanate...
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