Am murit de multe ori de la ultima noastr\u0103 \u0219oapt\u0103, \u0219i-am rezistat. Eram \u00een aceea\u0219i zi. Doar diferi\u021bi eram. Tu, te visai. Eu, m\u0103 rugam. Cre\u0219teai, pe-atunci. Cre\u0219teau, cumva, prea to\u021bi. R\u0103ni\u021bii nu erau chiar at\u00e2t de r\u0103ni\u021bi precum \u00eei prezentau diver\u0219i. Acum, c\u0103 e\u0219ti pu\u021bin mai mare, \u00ee\u021bi spun s\u0103 nu te prind c\u0103 pleci, c\u0103 vin \u0219i eu. \u0218i nici s\u0103 nu te prind c\u0103 fumezi pipa p\u0103cii cu mnez\u0103i t\u00e2mpi\u021bi, cu cutre. Viseaz\u0103, cre\u0219ti, iube\u0219te. Las\u0103-te iubit\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mor to\u021bi, c\u00e2nd nu te a\u0219tep\u021bi, \u0219i m\u0103 vei cunoa\u0219te, poate, c\u00e2ndva. De data asta nu-\u021bi voi scrie mult. \u0218i nici prea dulceag nu o s\u0103 fiu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Acum sunt la faza de r\u0103spuns. S\u0103 nu ui\u021bi de p\u0103s\u0103rile care \u00ee\u021bi c\u00e2nt\u0103, de nop\u021bile care te dorm s\u0103 cre\u0219ti, de unii care te uit\u0103, de tine, \u00een primul r\u00e2nd, de flori, de mama \u0219i de mine, s\u0103 dormi, s\u0103 spargi oglinzile care te mint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
S\u0103 stai vie, s\u0103 nu ui\u021bi s\u0103 m\u0103 cau\u021bi, uneori. \u00ce\u021bi scriu abia acum, a doua zi dup\u0103 scripturi, deci, iertare, eram prea ocupat cu amintirea ta \u0219i, desigur, cu o tr\u0103ire, despre care, draga mea, o s\u0103-\u021bi povestesc, cumva, c\u00e2ndva. Sper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Prea m-am pierdut prin via\u021ba mea. Prea eram ocupat \u0219i cu mine. S\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u021bi. Dar de uitat, nici g\u00e2nd, e\u0219ti mereu cu mine. N-am cum s\u0103 te dezv\u0103\u021b de mine. Te iubesc, oriunde m-a\u0219 afla. Tu s\u0103 te fi cum crezi, cum vrei, oriunde, oric\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Te iubesc, minune. Primul t\u0103u pas mi-a fost c\u0103rare, al doilea voin\u021b\u0103, iar infernalul t\u0103u z\u00e2mbet m-a \u00eempins \u00eenainte. Sunt aici. Oriunde te-ai afla.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Am murit de multe ori de la ultima noastr\u0103 \u0219oapt\u0103, \u0219i-am rezistat. Eram \u00een aceea\u0219i zi. Doar diferi\u021bi eram. Tu, te visai. Eu, m\u0103 rugam. Cre\u0219teai, pe-atunci. Cre\u0219teau, cumva, prea to\u021bi. R\u0103ni\u021bii nu erau chiar at\u00e2t de r\u0103ni\u021bi precum \u00eei prezentau diver\u0219i. Acum, c\u0103 e\u0219ti pu\u021bin mai mare, \u00ee\u021bi spun s\u0103 nu te prind c\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11336,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[864],"tags":[723,1081],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n