Ipoteze Albastre Poem by Julia Black
Ipoteze Albastre
poate m-am înşelat
poate sensul vieţii mele
n-a plecat
în acea noapte gri
poate că a pierdut trenul spre nicăieri
poate aşteaptă
în vreo gară pierdută
trenul inexistent
spre înapoi
poate-şi caută trupul
alergând nebun
după toate umbrele
poate că e chiar aici
în mâinile
în cerneala asta
cu care scriu.
Friday, November 4, 2016
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7/23/2025 3:56:23 AM # 1.0.0
maybe I was wrong can sense my life n-gone That night gray maybe he missed the train to nowhere can expect in any station lost train today rearwards can-seeking body running crazy after all shadows maybe it's right here in the hands in this ink with writing.