Nici coastele nu mai sunt la fel. \u0218i s\u00e2ngele, c\u00e2t mai e, curge, parc\u0103, mai greu. Pielea parc\u0103 se \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103de\u0219te. \u0218i mama e plecat\u0103, parc\u0103 la s\u0103pat de sfecl\u0103. \u0218i Cezar, parc\u0103, nu mai e el. Ciorile ne spun ceva, \u0219i noi ne tot uit\u0103m la asfalt, ignor\u00e2nd cerul dimine\u021bii. Horc\u0103im, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 dormim. Pe mnez\u0103i \u00eei r\u0103stignim, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 exist\u0103 iad. \u0218i nici nu ne \u00eencredem \u00een lini\u0219tea dimine\u021bii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nu mai \u0219tim nici s\u0103 ne mirosim. O s\u0103 murim crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 tr\u0103im \u00eenc\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103. Ne cl\u0103dim pere\u021bi \u0219i fier \u00een jurul nostru, ignor\u00e2nd clape de pian construite din filde\u0219i, omor\u00e2m tot ce mi\u0219c\u0103-n jurul nostru, copacii au devenit mon\u0219trii, pre\u0219edin\u021bii zei, preaferici\u021bii sfin\u021bi, secundele sc\u00e2nduri sculptate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar c\u0103 ne dor dimine\u021bile?! Despre asta de ce nu vorbim? Serile nu ne sunt chiar bune, dar t\u0103cem. C\u0103 tr\u0103im. Asta-i bine. Nu-i a\u0219a? \u0218i pielea se tot \u00eencre\u021be\u0219te. \u0218i anii tot vin. \u0218i g\u0103tim, ba una, ba alta. \u0218i m\u00e2nc\u0103m. \u0218i ei tot vin. Buluc. Anii. Secund\u0103 cu secund\u0103. Una peste alta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Avem to\u021bi un pian, dar nu to\u021bi \u00eel vedem. \u00cel avem pe la col\u021buri pe care nu le-am \u0219ters niciodat\u0103 de dicotiledonate. Glumesc. M\u0103 doare un genunchi. Pe scurt\u0103tur\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103, ninge. \u0218i acolo ninge? Mai ales. \u0218i acolo am pielea tot crea\u021b\u0103. Mai ales. Moare \u0219i mama, domni\u0219oar\u0103, dup\u0103 ce a murit de sute de ori.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am m\u00e2ini cre\u021be. O amend\u0103, ceva, pentru c\u0103 sunt prea cre\u021b. Hai, Rom\u00e2nie, nu m\u0103 dezam\u0103gi, un jandarm, o poli\u021bie, ceva, s\u0103-mi dea o amend\u0103, m\u0103car \u0219i c\u0103 respir.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nici coastele nu mai sunt la fel. \u0218i s\u00e2ngele, c\u00e2t mai e, curge, parc\u0103, mai greu. Pielea parc\u0103 se \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103de\u0219te. \u0218i mama e plecat\u0103, parc\u0103 la s\u0103pat de sfecl\u0103. \u0218i Cezar, parc\u0103, nu mai e el. Ciorile ne spun ceva, \u0219i noi ne tot uit\u0103m la asfalt, ignor\u00e2nd cerul dimine\u021bii. Horc\u0103im, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 dormim. Pe […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11032,"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":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n