Thursday, March 11, 2010

Povara iernii


Iarna ramane anotimpul mastilor.
Minciunile, devierile de la suspinul major al prezentului se destind in ninsori abundente.
Trec zapezile, mastile sunt frumoase,iar cand mincinosul chip isi scutura pomada, adevarul balteste printre blocuri cu cei cativa arbori ologi.


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