dimineata, cand soarele micsoreaza umbra blocului meu pe blocul de vis-a-vis, eu vad cum bucegii iau foc de la rasarit, si mistuie de pe ei umbra carpatilor de curbura
pe langa dambovita mirosind a scoici, marea isi duce izurile in vant si povestile in valuri
cu metroul, in bucuresti, privind lumini in tunel sau cu trenul, pe valea jiului, peisaje sub clar de luna, printre tuneluri...
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For what I want to know cannot be possibly known, I can only search reasons to understand why it can't and shouldn't be known...
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