Aici

Ploua, iubirea mea.

Aici sunt alte ploi, ploi reci, de iarna, ploi ursuze, sterpe. Gri.

Ploile talesunt verzi, stiu, si cad torential pe pamantul negru, si din el rasar a doua zi vieti, inimi, frunze…

Ploile tale se aud mereu de dincolo de zabrelele de fier de la geamuri. Dincolo de ele este viata pe care nu o voi avea niciodata.

Aici ploua altfel.

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