I’ll sit and I’ll ponder the meaning of life, I’ll take it in strife, I’ll turn it around to a place that’s not found. Si daca la o adica, o sa-mi fie frica de marea descoperire, oi recalcula. Oi incerca, a prinde pasarea maiastra inainte sa iasa pe fereastra. Un phoenix din cenusa oi tocmi la usa, si-oi inchide in fata in loc de dupa mine. O sa fie suspine dar nu ma tem ca eu stiu ce gem sade in curte la mine. Oi pluti cu tine pana in panzele albe, pana ce florile dable s-or scurge prin cantec. Nu mi-e frica sa spintec panze de paianjen, oi scoate din joben si iepure si asi. Ciorapi ce-or fi ramasi in masina de-si pierd perechea veci pe mine ma lasa reci. Pe mine cu eu si el, suntem la un nivel ce n-are masuratoare, obstaculu-i doar o racoritoare.
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