3:30 AM

Am incercat cu neputinta sa adorm. Patul nu-mi mai pare primitor si cald. Ma uit la Mitzi cum se rasfata si troneaza in mijlocul patului meu, cu labele in sus, torcand zgomotos.

Am inchis si am deschis geamul de zece ori. E zgomot. E liniste. E zgomot. E prea liniste. Si nu-mi mai place sa ma aud gandind.

Prea multe tigari azi.

O sa-mi fie dor de locul de la geam. Am mai spus-o, stiu…

Ma simt ca o pisica fara stapan, pe care cineva o muta intr-un loc nou.

I feel like i still haven’t found my place…

Yann Tiersen – Comptine d’un autre ete

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