prozac [6]

elefantul meu si-a incurcat trompa intr-o spirala fara sfarsit fara punct si fara virgula fereastra s-a desfacut din zid si a plecat in lume drum bun” citesc de dimineata in tramvaiul 36, prin spatele pietei Obor, langa tarabele cu vechituri, masini de cusut cu dintii tociti, aparate foto cu ochi crapati demult, suruburi ruginite fara piulita

ningea pe Colentina si erau stelute in genele mele, stelute moi de celuloza de la blocurile “reabilitate” in prag de alegeri

m-am visat pe o insula-castel, intr-o mare calda, o insula cu cinematograf si ziduri albe, apa curata si aer parfumat de caldura

iar fata asta canta foarte frumos

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