mignon

strazi curg la vale
si urca dealuri si
chiar si munti
bat stropi de ploaie
si fulgi de zapada
ce intra-n odaie
si te ploua in gat
atunci cand geamul
deschis uiti sa-l inchizi
si nu mai stii
ce vreme mai e.
curios sa te ia prin surprindere
lucruri atat de simple
intr-o lasitate perversa
de realitate ce te provoaca
sa-i faci si tu o fata
daca ea tie-ti face
mai multe.
conuri se-aduna si liziera
ingheata precum apa
ce sta si nu curge
cand termometrul coboara
sub zero.
pamantul se regenereaza
cu mortii si sufletele scoase
din trupurile mancate de viata
ce le-a fost secata
mai ceva ca praful
de catre aspirator.

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