gand in gand ingan

ganduri prin livada de portocali

o pornisem pe acolo

si mirosul lor ma innebunea

ganduri grele, portocalii

le tineam in mana

si mana mirosea intepator

strangea putin narile

te pierdusem prin livada de portocali

parfumul tau atarna de varfurile crengilor

uitasem ca suntem in iulie

si in mana mea murea moale  o vrabiuta

 

 

 

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