Etajul 18…

Etajul 18. Lumea din jur nu mai exista. Ma dau jos din lift si te vad. Stai pe balconul rece intr-o rochie neagra cu manusi albe. Fumezi din tigare, lasand loc unor priviri ascunse. Ma indrept spre tine si te intreb rapid “Te cunosc de undeva?”. Imi zambesti…

Parter. Suntem intr-un taxi londonez. Tu dormi la mine in brate si eu ma intreb “Oare unde mergem?”. Deschizi ochii si ma pierd in ei. Am ajuns la destinatie…

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