Friday, August 5, 2011

Schimbarea la fata


Vara ne vesteste ca zilele se ingusteaza - cararile noptii urca in racoare, frunzele isi schimba verdele si pomii se inghesuie in roade.
Trecerea catre un alt anotimp se deruleaza precum fluviul in litera delta.
Doare drumul nesfarsit cu gropile, cu colbul in disperare.
Nici ingerii, nici zeii nu mai asculta ruga.
Fata lumii nu isi schimba paloarea, ochii mincinosi, zambetul.
Mefisto rade in sine la intrarea in toamna.

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