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Zafón VII

Ieri am citit doar 85 de pagini; mai am 115. As fi putut, desigur, prelungi ziua si mai mult inspre dimineata, insa, m-am speriat. Ideea ca in cateva ore imi ramane singuratatea de dupa, m-a surprins cum – probabil – se manifesta un atac de panica: tremur, inghet si transpiratie – ale sufeltului, mai degraba decat trupul… M-am oprit. Cat dureaza ca o scriere sa iti devina celule, sange, respiratie? Uneori un cuvant, o fraza, sensuri…

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