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N-am banuit ca-n grota vietii
voi poposi asa putin; Acolo, printre lighioane de noapte, mi-a parut senin. Trapasii tineretii mele s-au adapat din vagi fantani iar tainele adolescentei eu ti le-am dibuit in sani. Trecut-au pasari de lumina dar le-impuscau braconieri convivi, ce stiau al dracu' s-azvarle mainele din ieri. Intai, cind aprindeam tigara ma excitam precum un manz, si nu stiam, prin timpul lacom, de-i miezul noptii sau e prinz. Am invatat sa svarl cu pietre si bumenrangul sa-l arunc, dar tinta mea nevinovata era mereu acelas prunc. Sunt prada tineretii mele ce-a nins pe mine dintr-o stea, de-aceea pot, la nemurire, sa te urasc, iubita mea.
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