aguri

in insula mare a urechii de pamant
sacru prin tot ce tine de un ou
va pleca-n curand o barca goala
ducand in ea doar un cos
in care parti cateva de resturi
de morminte aamintiri aduc
in actualitate cu porti deschise
si cu juraminte-n foc aprig apus
ce altadata au fost pe viu
transmise… poze prin timp
doar in tonuri monocrome
ele si pietrele albe
de deasupra si de langa paner
reinvie atmosfera lumii
aceleia ce plangea candva
de obuzele ce viata piereau
nici iarba plina de sange
sau pamantul fara noroi
gol de nisip si de
praf de stele schimbatoare
plin peste tot de aura gri.

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