there are certain things that i miss…imi spun dimineata de tot. pe la 3:52, asa..there are other things that i dream of.. tot in dimineata asta-mi spun. i can feel deeply as long as you recognize me standing… in mijlocul drumului. asa, spus banal. stangaci. ca din surubelnita.  i use to dream of dreaming next to your dreams  and there, i use to remove the dust from your eyelids. yesterday i woke up with sand in my shoes. and that says eventually nothing… how can we know, actantule shakespeare, how? what, when, why? jurnalistii se intreaba cacatul asta zilnic, eu doar cand scrutez dincolo de verdele-ti dilatat. sa-ntelegem deci, ca nu-i nimic de inteles. ca “o sa vina un timp cand..” asa am inceput sa scriu eu prin clasa a 10-a parca, conturand nu stiu ce erou scandinav, cu porcariile lui boreale si cu corabia de tip pirates of the dark water…timp eliptic, true. ca nu am terminat povestea. da’ nu mai regizez povesti…promit! te las pe tine…regizeaza tu tot..all over. din toamna.

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