se face tot mai intuneric in oras

"art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life"
but we were dust so the rain is our god and the time must be a religion .. (we) i don`t trust any (ever)more..

orasul pierdut in lumini palide, amare, in sunete discrete si doar cand si cand ascutite, de nicaieri, de nedescris..
pierdut in umbre sfasiate prin unghiuri largi si paianjeni tangenti in voalul tern al selenei, uzata balerina intr.un basm sau intr.un vis, ca niste tuse cautate indelung de o mana slabita sau obosita, blazata ori ranita, orasul.. orasul tace.

strazile, aleile, pasii, sunt totuna.. pot fi legaturile cu lumina, sunetele, viata din zi.. pot fi sforile cautarii in labirint.. pot fi pesti, pot fi burti, pot fi ingeri si cazuti.. pot fi si nu.

cautarea insa.. ochii inchisi.. sunt noapte in noapte, nu pot fi soare, nu pot fi zi..

s-au aprins luminile in oras, colorate soapte, stele simple in cale`atat de lunga..

Seara aprinde luminile in oras, Dimineata le stinge.. bizara cale lactee, bizar anotimp, bizare povesti cu amor fara timp, bizara idee ce trece prin pleoape, deschide sau nu un cuvant si intoarce.. sau nu.. pe obraz un sarut ce ingheata roua trimisa de vis..

amintirea esti tu, Faerie Queene !

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