dezbraca-ma cu totul
de cuvinte,
si lasa-ma goala,
ca atunci cand m-ai privit
prima oara in ochi.
(epilog)
in pestera arde cuvantul,
degetele-s scrum a tristete
adanc, mai adanc, catre tine -nicaieri
catre mine- niciodata,
I find myself in Kuweit, smoking on a couch, in the middle of my life, on a road I have no idea where It will lead; maybe I am a bit nostalgic about myself, maybe it's because I'm all alone and the light is dim while my eyes still hurt.
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