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■ neînsemnat, aproape invizibil, stinghereai într-un colÈ› al muzeului de vise pierdute ![]()
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-11-30 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] |
God damn, I said, it’s snowing over me
and I realize with a shock that my hair is no longer long enough for you. I understand that you changed, so I see, and you let me in the snow you, my shelter, my key, my miracle from the uninhabited street, from the bed full of lost hair during our last night. My hair is no longer long enough for you enough of me, you took and now there isn‘t enough. I don’t have enough strength to wait for you, to stare for you in the eyes of every metro passenger. My hair. My eyes are no longer deep enough, blue enough this bed is only a cradle for my lust of everything we had, of our multicultural position into the global world to which we turned such an innocent back my arms your cradle are no more, so please, just go into the first metro, and go! It hurts like hell, I’m getting crazy alone I'm walking now in the snow bald, feeling empty I’m just a lost snow-woman ready for redemption
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