Degete alunecand curioase si avide peste pielea ta…Liniste, aproape intuneric si fum de tigara in camera martora devenita complice…

O alunita, urme de unghii, o cicatrice…Degetele  se opresc acolo si printr-o apasare calda ar vrea sa absoarba toata durerea simtita cu mult timp in urma, sa amorteasca tot ce a durut atunci…

Cu voce ragusita imi povestesti in intuneric o zi de demult, o zi despre tine, despre semnul cu poveste de pe pielea ta…Cu ochii inchisi, te ascult, simt, ma impletesc in acea zi…O atingere, o cicatrice, poarta catre trecut…Patrund in amintire, ma contopesc , imi insusesc. Cicatrice geamana se naste sub pielea mea.



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