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Sa-ti admir gandurile ? Sa ma minunez de conexiuni spontan-scanteietoare , definitii in unghiuri ascutite de-o minte surprinzatoare … poate … sa-ti tin ideile prizoniere ale framantarii mintii mele

Sa te schitez rubensian ? sa-ti mangai formele de mine desenate cu maini descriind volte voluptuoase si apoi sa contemplu feminitatea usor lasciva a caldurii ce ma inconjoara … poate … zugrav si model intruna

Sa-ti simt fiinta ? sa-ti ating aura cu cuante de lumina alba pana vei simti podul ce sta sa tasneasca spre cer pentru a cobora apoi intr-o binecuvantare vedica … poate … sa nasca intre noi , cu noi nirvana

Sa-mi acordez auzul rasului tau ? sa-mi rada sufletul cu bucuria zgblobiu-cristalina a binelui ce-l imprastii sferic .. poate … vlastarul bucuriei prin noi in lume

Sa-ti alin suferintele ? sa-ti inconjor durerile cu ganduri mangaietoare , sa le tin strans in mine … poate … pana cand suferintele se metamorfozeaza in uitare

Sa te cant ? sa te ingan pana vibratia ta rezonand in mine va navali in locul confluentei undelor … inima mea ? … inima ta ? .. poate … in amandoua deodata .

printr-o intamplare … intamplata … mor copii pe strada in Haiti … mi-am adus aminte ( cam greut ce-i drept ) de o melodie faina .. de prin 1989-1990 ( atunci am ascultat-o io prima data )
“The sound of a gun – Chris de Burgh ”
“I have seen the diamond stylus,
Cut a groove from north to south,
Heard them calling from the islands for a better day,
One by one they tell their story,
One by one it’s just the same,
“They’ve taken our leaders,
And all their believers are paralysed,
And now we can’t turn back – somebody is watching you!
Don’t turn round – yesterday’s gone!
And even the children are waking at midnight in tears,
Didn’t anyone hear? Mother, mother, mother…”

Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun;

Looking out my bedroom window,
I remember early days,
When the shot that wounded millions took our breath away,
But now the shadow of a gunman,
With his balaclava eyes, is making the news,
Calling out the warnings on the telephone,
“You’re in the line of fire – wish there was another way!
Line of fire – anything goes,”
And who is the winner, and what will the minister say,
At the end of the day? Never, never, never, never!

Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun;

This is bella soma, this is bella soma…
Mother, mother, mother…

Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
Hush child go to sleep, it’s only the sound of a gun,
Hush child do not weep,
It’s only the sound of a world on the run,
You’re hearing the sound of a gun. ”

ultimele trei versuri …
‘ ssss copile/copila nu te smiorcai ( plange),
e doar sunetul lumii in miscare ,
tu/voi auzi/auziti (doar) sunetul unei arme’

mor copii pe strada in Haiti … n-au de nici unele

donati-pentru-copii din Haiti prin SMS la 848 ( 2 euro ) in Orange , Vodafone si Cosmote
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