Magie / Magic

Magie nu e cand scoti un iepure din palarie!

Magie este cand te indragostesti! Cand fara franghii, parghii sau alte hardughii,
pur si simplu levitezi!

Cand din nori faci trambuline si sari asa, ca un tampit, de bucurie!
Cand directia colturilor gurii ei iti indica drumul spre extaz, sau, dupa caz, spre agonie.

Cand doar ea te stie pe interior si te tine asa, adanc ascuns de ochii celorlalti, ai tuturor.

Cand transforma lipsa-n dor.

Cand se face mica, mica, suparata, ghemuita,

cand chiar crede ca dispare daca se urca in masina si pleaca singura la mare.

Adevarat numar de iluzionism cand, tip-til, se ascunde toata in spatele palmelor ei, de copil; enervant de adorabil!

Cand crede ca isi alungeste oricum prea infinitele gene, cu o tampenie de rimel,
cand isi lasa parul liber sa treaca soarele de orice anotimp prin el
cand ma face sa asist inert, neputincios, la dulcele macel.

Magie e atunci cand bate din picior, imperativ, si spune stop!
Iar timpul, naiv, o ia in serios si chiar se-opreste-n loc…

Magie e atunci cand abia astept sa adoarma, sa ma uit la ea cum tresare-n somn, parca gadilata de o zana buna,
Sa ii povestesc cand se trezeste, a doua zi, sa nu ma creada, sa ma acuze, pe nedrept, de conspiratie murdara si minciuna!



Magic is not pull a rabbit out of the hat when!

Magic is when you fall! When no ropes, levers or other creepys,,
simply levitate!

When the clouds do jumps and jump it like a jackass for joy!
Corners of her mouth when the direction you point the way to bliss, or, if necessary, to agony.

When only she knows you inside and get you so, deeply hidden from the eyes of others, of all.

When transforming lackn miss.

When do small small upset Squat

you really think that if they get in the car disappears and leaves only the sea.

True number of illusion when, typetil, all hiding behind her hands, child, annoyingly adorable!

They think its still too infinite lengthens eyelashes with mascara dumb,
when they leave the hair free to pass through it every season sun
you make me attend inert and helpless, the sweet carnage.

Magic is when you stamp your feet, imperative, and say stop!
And time, naively take it seriously and evenstop instead

Magic is when you can not wait to fall asleep, to watch her ​​as winces in my sleep, like a good fairy tickling,
To talk to him when he wakes up the next day, do not believe me, accuse me, unjustly, of conspiracy and dirty lie!


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