i played the fool.

dark…it’s darkness, night all around…the city’s lights are the only path home. how did you end up here, these streets, you don’t know them, where did they came from and where did you came from?where did i came from?…and it’s dark, the only way home is straight ahead, where does that way go?

they told me to wait here, they’ll come…they’re always coming, it’s late, i have to go, i promised to wait for them but it’s passed the waiting time, no time to wait, what should i do.
i picked up the phone and called them, i always hear a voice, but now’s just “wrong person” or “the number you have dialed is busy at the moment, please call back later” how late, how late to call them…when will we meet?

i’m usually invisible, i have a name, i have a corpse i usually walk on, but i’m not here…you said it’s ok to do it, and i was doing it, but now they left me here, there’s nothing left to choose, where should i go, who should i be?

then the question pops into my mind, who am i? i have a name or had a name, i had a corpse walking just for me…am i dead? where did they go?

Pe strada unde nu-mi vad umbra

In jos nu se vede nicio umbra, singurele lumini sunt doar la scarile blocului de vizavi. Se aude cum se aprinde fosforul de pe batul de chibirit, e singurul sunet pe care-l auzi inafara de ecourile de latrat de caine din apropiere. Se aprinde o tigara undeva la etajul mijlociu al blocului. Vantul bate in cet, in apropiere se aud zgomote, erau niste copaci prin zona. Taxiul m-a lasat la cateva strazi distanta de caminul lui Inis…miroase a ceaide tei, trebuie sa fiu in apropiere. Am rugat-o la telefon sa-mi faca un ceai. E cald sau mi se pare? simt cum pielea mea plange sa transpire dar din mine nu iese decat un tremurat, probabil din cauza ca m-am ratacit pe strada unde nu-mi vad umbra. Nu mai pot astepta aici…S-a auzit un tipat, crengile au fosnit mai tare ptr un moment. Un zgomot puternic s-a auzit in apropierea blocului unde acum nu se mai vede tigara aprinsa…

M-am aruncat de multe ori dupa ea, de fiecare data tot aici am ajuns, pe strada unde nu-mi vad umbra. Si de fiecare data tot de la geam ma vad, imi aprind o tigara in timp ce-mi fac un ceai. Ma gandesc cum ar fi daca eu as fi tipul care coboara din taxi pe strada din spatele blocului.

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