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caldura soarelui trecea bucuros prin aerul uscat
si-n camera timpul curgea incet parca s-ar fi oprit iar eu zaceam intins pe pat - cred ca nu dormeam. vesela murdara statea gramada si nu-mi pasa. nu ma rugasem de-o saptamana! si nu-mi pasa. savuram caldura si transpiram si ma-mputeam. se facu mai cald si simteam cum ma topesc gradat: pielea, inima, plamanii, creierul si toate organele; au ramas doar oasele si ochii. si vedeam cum ma scurgeam pe podea si ma evaporam cu totul. si-n linistea dup-amiezii doar musca scartaia superior.
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