Pamant si Cer (Anticipare)

Mi-am culcat capul în iarba,

Și acum văd doar cerul;

Nu ma mai sinchisesc de nimic,

Nici măcar de furnicile alea roșii care pisca rău.

Sunt imun la pamantul asta,

Ca el m-a crescut;

In el mi-am infipt gleznele adânc...

Mi-am regasit vechea urma adâncită

Si m-am asezat ca-ntr-un căuș,

Mi-am ridicat palma în sus

Si ea s-a proiectat pe cer,

Asa, ca o strigare...


Comments

  1. David February 26, 2022 at 1:54 PM

    Furnicile alea roșii, auu, spaima copilăriei. Erau chiar lângă tufa de coacăze :))

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  2. cara forestieriFebruary 28, 2022 at 4:54 PM

    Era o usturime intensa pentru un moment si apoi se atenua. Pareau sa stea pe langa pompa din fundu' gradinii-- cred ca le placea ceva umiditate...

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  3. David March 4, 2022 at 2:55 AM

    Da. La locuri umbroase. Dar nu am mai văzut furnici roșii. Cred ca ai dispărut. Totuși de apreciat curajul lor. Nu se tem de nimic.

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  4. cara forestieriMarch 9, 2022 at 5:19 PM

    Mici, rosii, si aprige...

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