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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-10-19 | [This text should be read in romana] | Mi-e pofta de un suflet care sa-mi cada drag asemeni unui sufleu de ciocolata pe o noapte racoroasa de decembrie. Mi-e dor de un plonjon in vin rosu demise aromat care sa ma duca pe culmile stratosferei sis a-mi trezeasca toate simturile. Mi-e dor de un sarut care sa-mi stearga lacrima demult uscata Mi-e dor de ziua de ieri cand parca aveam toate lumea in palma…acum cand caut gasesc doar niste degete ce se intend, pocnind spre orizont, stapane pe aerul gol ce-l imbratiseaza Mi-e sete de durere si foame de placere…
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