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Astazi m-am angajat
Sunt de garda Paznic al primaverii ce creste In soba de tabla furata Printr-un ciob din privirea-mi crapata Cu frante lumini zgarii condensul In ochiul de sticla mata constat C-o stare a apei a fost debransata Ies afara,ghereta-mi contemplu Acoperisul il trage-ntr-o parte Un turtur de gheata Echilibrul precar ii este secretul Privesc mai destins Un fum gros,la cote inalte Ridica-n cerul de piatra Moralul camerei mele-nghetate
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