Cativa porumbei stau zgribuliti in ploaie, povestea lor suna mai bine printre picaturile ce-mi bat in fereastra. Calatoria lor pe geamul aburit e viata, le simt vibratia cand se pierd spre gradina ce asteapta mangaierea soarelui, sa infloreasca.

Ma intorc apre tine, te imbratisez cu patos, as ramane asa pana maine, sa ascultam impreuna povestea picaturilor de ploaie.

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