Am fost iar \u0219i pe la tine. \u0218i \u021bi-am pus Wrong Side of Heaven. Ca de obicei. St\u0103tea cerul de ceva vreme s\u0103 ne cad\u0103 cu alb. Momentan, doar \u00eentuneric alb. Restul \u00eentunericului \u00eei prin mine. \u00cemi vars\u0103 dumnezei nehot\u0103r\u00e2r\u00e2ri \u0219i unii \u00ee\u0219i exerseaz\u0103 nonsensul \u0219i existen\u021ba. \u0218i via\u021ba parc\u0103-i z\u0103lud\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sunt prea t\u00e2rzii privirile spre \u00eenapoi, oricum \u0219i ori\u0219ic\u00e2t. Ve\u0219nic, un asfin\u021bit s-a dus cu mult\u0103 t\u0103cere, cu tot ce \u00eenc\u0103 mai era, prin mine \u0219i prin noi. \u00cemi b\u00e2jb\u00e2i seri, \u00eemi scriu, \u00ee\u021bi scriu nemernicii \u0219i netr\u0103iri, n-am de ales, ninse sau cu mult\u0103 ploaie, ploioase, ude, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 o s\u0103 fim \u0219i altfel, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 fim, cumva sau altcumva. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am trecut deja de mijloc, m\u0103 \u00eendrept spre col\u021bul \u00een care nu-i nimic, aproape nimic. At\u00e2t. At\u00e2t mi-a mai r\u0103mas. S\u00e2ngerez, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 nu-i prea demult de c\u00e2nd te \u0219tiu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cad candele \u0219i fl\u0103c\u0103ri \u00eenspre \u00een sus, aiurea \u0219i oricum, f\u0103r\u0103 sens, c\u0103 spre \u00een jos e deja prea plin \u0219i noima parc\u0103 n-are sorb. Spun unii c-au \u00eennebunit mormintele \u0219i c\u0103ile \u0219i sunetele \u0219i toate cele care or s\u0103 vin\u0103. \u00cemi asfin\u021be\u0219te iar \u0219i vorba, \u0219i ea, pribeag\u0103, tr\u0103g\u00e2nd de mine, cu ur\u0103 \u0219i cu nonsens, cer\u00e2nd, cu tot cu urme, uitarea. Asear\u0103 mi-am certat \u0219i vrutul \u0219i nevrutul, \u0219i pe prea sfin\u021bi i-am certat. N-avea nimeni un r\u0103spuns la una \u0219i ve\u0219nica mea \u00eentrebare, DE CE A\u0218A?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u0103rei vorb\u0103 ne eram \u0219i c\u0103rui g\u00e2nd ne \u00eentreceam, fiind, crez\u00e2nd, sunet\u00e2nd cu ploi, cu nop\u021bi \u0219i zile vii? Am obosit. \u0218i tu, te-am sim\u021bit, iar, \u00eentr-o noapte. \u00cemi voi muri \u0219i t\u0103cerea \u0219i te voi ostoi, cu mine \u0219i cu tot ce mi-ai l\u0103sat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nu-\u021bi scriu, prietene, ca s\u0103 te \u00eentorci. \u00ce\u021bi scriu pentru c\u0103 voiam \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103 te am, nemernic frumos \u0219i prea viu. Desigur \u0219i ve\u0219nic. Desigur, v\u0103z\u0103torii acestor chestii ne vor amesteca, ne vor face una cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, v\u0103z\u00e2nd, sim\u021bind doar ce sunt ei. Noi?! Diver\u0219i c\u0103l\u0103tori sp\u00e2nzura\u021bi prea timpuriu \u0219i totu\u0219i prea \u00eent\u00e2rzia\u021bi, fugari \u0219i netrebnici. S\u0103-mi dormi \u00een pace, suflet drag.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Am fost iar \u0219i pe la tine. \u0218i \u021bi-am pus Wrong Side of Heaven. Ca de obicei. St\u0103tea cerul de ceva vreme s\u0103 ne cad\u0103 cu alb. Momentan, doar \u00eentuneric alb. Restul \u00eentunericului \u00eei prin mine. \u00cemi vars\u0103 dumnezei nehot\u0103r\u00e2r\u00e2ri \u0219i unii \u00ee\u0219i exerseaz\u0103 nonsensul \u0219i existen\u021ba. \u0218i via\u021ba parc\u0103-i z\u0103lud\u0103. Sunt prea t\u00e2rzii privirile […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10999,"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":[882,864,814],"tags":[883,865],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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