Uneori

stau pe pervazul de la geam, ca o pisica, ascunsa in spatele perdelelor rosii, cu picioarele stranse sub mine. Fumez o tigara si apoi o alta tigara, ascultand zgomotul masinilor care trec grabite prin noapte, lasand muzica sa curga si sa vorbeasca asa cum o face de atata vreme.

Si uneori, restul nu mai conteaza.

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