A minute

am ascuns intr-o bomboana un minut dintr-un hotel total anapoda.   as we grow older, we , we turn back to our undefined stubbornness, we kill the fiction in odd movies and we laugh, moreover, without reason. 

in fiecare fereastra se izbesc mustele, bazaitul aduce rememorarea, uitarea prescrisa in retete nedatate. minutul unui gand, unei atrofieri. in cap bate doar un clopot.  you cut her dead, how can she find her solace? this is a fucked up minute of your miserable life.