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sometimes a sparrow makes me cry
she flies away through the balcony sometimes she hits me like by mistake she tells me that she would step out of the bathroom dressed just in a green towel and in some bear-shaped slippers she would let the coffee to overboil and in general she would like to do all the things a woman would do you trifler she tells me what have you promised me the last time ashamed i stare my eyes on the floor slow down my dear or the neighbors will hear you and theyād think Iām not a man of my word I know Iāve promised you that you will do all those things but I was busy with the airports and press conferences sheās staying miffed in a corner and you have brought me nothing not even a postcard from chamonix and silly me braided you gloves before you leave what in god's name I supposed to do to keep my word every time I promise myself that starting today Iām moving into "eternitatea" Iām taking my pillow 500 pesos and my voice recorder maybe in my absence she will become a real woman look the emptiness within me is still warm after I moved Iāll have no worries about the living I have a friend in San Antonio or Kentucky I never saw him but we use to hail every saturday morning good morning or good evening by your time good morning or good evening by how old is our flesh I like pea soup and smoked fish my child is sleeping right now you know uncovered stories like in the last talk show when the milky way was invited starting today Iām moving into "eternitatea" maybe she wants to exist in my place to bring me scrambled eggs with cinnamon while Iām still in bed ice on the shore of moldova river on the bistrita river ice gorge was announced on the radio the warmth enervates us āso sad to be aloneā I whisper in her ear sometimes a woman makes me cry she hits me like a knock on a door she would let the coffee to overboil and in general she would like to do all the things that a dolphin would do you trifler she tells me what have you promised me the last time impatient she whirls her hair around her finger ashamed I stare my eyes on the floor slow down my dear on my right shoulder I have a kingdom of gnomes an I don't want them to believe that Iām not a man of my word starting today Iām moving to āeternitateaā youāve said that yesterday too she answers I know I promised you but I had work to do a badger caught his feet in a noose and I had to rescue him sheās staying miffed in a corner you were at Buckingham palace and you havenāt even told the queen about me Iāll have no worries about the living I have a cigar lighter with a flashlight and a glass coffin someday Iāll kiss a woman that chocked on an apple and I must be ready the emptiness within me is warm I start a fire before leaving
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