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Tussire

Imi simt caile respiratorii ca un camp minat cu o tuse care nu vrea sa se tuseasca; o canicula fara nici macar Fata Morgana; manuscrisele de la Tusea Moarta inscrise pe glaspapir…

In plamani imi este ninsoare necontenita, asteptand sa se transforme in avalansa, un urlet care nu mai vine…

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