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magie noire

in putinul trecut din miezul noptii, ferestre cat peretele imbratiseaza nasatios goliciunea camerei… treptat, ardoarea asternuturilor se confunda cu a mea… nu stiu daca semi-luna mai este luna, ori petala de floare de cires, iar prin aerul nemiscat al noptii de jaratic, odata cu parfumul teilor, cantec incepator de vioara…

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