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gandurile nu sunt decat povesti cu aripi,
sunt ingeri albi cu aripi in nori, sunt demonii cenusii coborati din soare,
gandurile sunt pasii purtati pe aleile tineretii, sunt pasi in popas in scaunul batran al apusului vietii,
sunt altare in miros de jertfa unei lumi strambe.. planuita fuga si ultim tren sunt gandurile, calatoriei in care nu vei cumpara bilet..

bucati de vis, bucati proaspete cu gust de miere si femeie, bucati rancede cu miros de grele indoieli si idee, dincolo de stele.. sunt pierdute sau poate ca doar acolo au glas..

cate scari au urcat pan` la olimpul prea plin din sfioasa dumbrava?
cate scari au urcat din infernul hotar de lumi pan`la sfioasa dumbrava?
cine mai stie, cine mai afla?

gandurile nu sunt decat poeme in urechea iubitei mele,
gandurile nu sunt decat povesti in bratele ei.. nu au cheie..

si poate ca nu sunt decat intamplare.. gandurile, zei ancestrali pierduti in lupta si toti semizeii nascuti viclean, sau zeii facuti dincolo, in noua eternitate(era) a consumului de vis, dincolo de orice noapte.. doar ca nu in zi si fara soapte..

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