Nopti prea lungi trag de mine, oare iti e bine? Oare soarele rasare maine, oare voi trage tot timpul pentru paine? Oare viata se imparte in ambitii si vise desarte? Oare ma vei strange-n brate fara haine si cu o foame de lup de nu ma mai procup de cina si apa din fantana seaca? Oare ma vei purta prin lume pana fantomele devin prietenii mei, pana infloresc florile de tei? Oare imi voi pierde anii in carciume pana la 3 dimineata cand florile incep sa se desfaca si timpul sa treaca fara sa se simta, pana ma voi uita in oglinda?

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