Posted in fascinatii, irealitati, sémèmes

iRealitati

Dormeam amandoua, eu izolata in intunericul meu, ea in lumina inchisa a parului ei. Am simtit cum podul palmei ei clipeste in palma mea, precum un zbor de fluture. Impresia atingerii mi-a ramas gravata in piele pentru o vreme, pana cand mana ei tresarind mi-a strans mana, ca o muscatura; asteptam sange, a fost tandrete…

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