black dragon

o rana rece

inauntrul ei o apa

metalica, prinsa in gheata

penele negre se zbat slab

fara zgomot

in departare un blues adie bland

trag aerul in piept si ma scufund

penele nu prind nici o forma

o pisica neagra toarce

coada ei imi prinde gatul

a venit toamna si nu mai pot respira

frunzele imi  iau aerul cu mirosul lor

de ceata si pamant umed

nu te voi mai cauta niciodata

jazz si lacrimi din mare

lebada neagra a murit demult

nimeni nu a auzit cantecul ei

a murit in tacere

cu penele scufundate intr-o mare inghetata

 

 

 

 

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