Cariatide
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- Parts 7
Ongoing21m
Last published Wed, Nov 22, 2023
ochii goi în piartă / nestemate aiurite care cântă / tavan pictat cu fantezii nocturne despre război
muzica rock lentă mi se pare inutilă şi totuși nu mă pot desprinde de ea orice ar fi, celulele mele se dezintegrează emotiv, artistic, mi-am închipuit că să ți pierzi mințile e amuzant, e frumos, e poetic. aveam dreptate.
delirul este singurul element neîntrerupt care continuă să-mi umple timpul. delirez despre tablouri, muzică, maşinării ale viitorului şi ochii goi ai mamei mele absorbiți de același delir inconfundabil. delirez despre război, arta războiului, poezie în cel mai greşit sens al ei, pe care nu o poți trăi, dar nici scrie.
delirez despre țigări în miez de noapte, vin stricat, bere acră, pâine veche, sănătate psihică şi parfumuri. dar cel mai des delirez despre statui.
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