Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Dor de casa

Uneori a fi poet nu e un semn ca poti fi expresia sentimentelor si a dorului de casa.
Imi amintesc de un cantec fredonat in timpul noptilor de vara in curtea cu vecini iesiti la o bere.
Ce poate fi mai relevant decat un biet cantec naiv, simplu ?
Precum floarea de camp uitata, insa inegalata atunci cand canta.


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