EL \u015fi EA \u00eentr-un bar, lum\u00e2n\u0103ri pe mas\u0103, cafea cu inimioare de lapte, M\u0103raia r\u0103gind senzual ca o fiar\u0103 pufoas\u0103 cu opt octave sau c\u00e2te dracu \u00een fundal. “Ken Leeeeee”. Cum \u00eel iube\u015fte M\u0103raia pe acest Ken Lee, despre care istoria nu zice dac\u0103 e frate cu Bruce Lee sau nu, a\u015fa se iubesc \u015fi EI. Pe scurt, dragoste cu gheb. Dac\u0103 n-ar fi frig al naibii afar\u0103 a\u015f mai \u00een\u015fira opt metafore frumoase. A\u015fa, mizez pe imagina\u0163ia torid\u0103 a cititorului. <\/p>\n
EA: Nu \u015ftiu cum am putut tr\u0103i p\u00e2n\u0103 acum f\u0103r\u0103 tine.
\nEL: Nici eu, minunea mea \u00eenaripat\u0103.
\nEA: Dact\u0103 dact\u0103 gimi ze niuz \/ A gotta bad case of loving you.
\nEL: It’s now or never \/ So hold me tight \/ Kiss Me My Darling.
\nEA: There’s a hole in my sole \/ That’s been killing me forever.
\nEL: Ceva de genu’. M\u0103 bucur at\u00e2t de tare c\u0103 ne-am g\u0103sit.
\nEA: Noroc. Dar \u015fi inteligen\u0163\u0103. Trebuie s\u0103 ai creier s\u0103 alegi omul ideal.
\nEL: Da. \u00cemi e\u015fti iubit\u0103, mam\u0103, sor\u0103, cel mai bun prieten.
\nEA: \u015ei tu mie. \u015ei o ai \u015fi mare.
\nEL: \u015ei pl\u0103tesc \u015fi cafeaua c\u00e2nd te scot \u00een ora\u015f.
\nEA: \u015eTIIU. Pe scurt, suntem ca Adam \u015fi Eva, dar mai pe adult contemporary.
\nEL: Exaaact. Pisi, merg s\u0103 fumez o \u0163igar\u0103. <\/p>\n
(Iese. EA flutur\u0103 din gene. \u00ce\u015fi plimb\u0103 o m\u00e2n\u0103 prin p\u0103r. Mai flutur\u0103 din gene o dat\u0103. Ce fain e s\u0103 ai gene false, c\u00e2nd fluturi din ele se face curent. Se uit\u0103 pe Facebook. Unu postase o poz\u0103 cu sarmale. Mpula mea, nici un fel de considera\u0163ie c\u0103 poate al\u0163ii-s la diet\u0103. C\u00e2nd c\u0103cat inventeaz\u0103 \u0103\u015ftia butonul unlike? Mam\u0103\u0103\u0103, c\u00e2t dureaz\u0103 \u0163igara aia, parc\u0103 ar fi plecat \u0103sta direct \u00een Cuba s\u0103 recolteze tutunul.) <\/p>\n
EL: M-ai a\u015fteptat mult, jum\u0103tate a inimii mele.
\nEA: Orice clip\u0103 petrecut\u0103 \u00een a\u015fteptarea ta e un preludiu spre paradis.
\nEL: Orice clip\u0103 petrecut\u0103 fum\u00e2nd cu g\u00e2ndul la tine e un preludiu spre paradis.
\nEA: E\u015fti cel mai minunat lucru din via\u0163a mea.
\nEL: \u015ei tu din a mea.
\nEA: I wanna know what love is \/ I want you to show me.
\nEL: Love is like oxygen \/ You get too much, you get too high.
\nEA: Pe asta n-o \u015ftiu.
\nEL: Anii 70. Sweet. Rock britanic.
\nEA: \u015ei tu e\u015fti sweet.
\nEL: Iubi, te superi dac\u0103 mai merg s\u0103 fumez o \u0163igar\u0103? <\/p>\n
EA (d\u0103 ochii peste cap, dar discret, ca-n marile amoruri): Nu vrei s\u0103 vin cu tine? <\/p>\n
(\u00cen zece secunde \u015fi opt sutimi, se \u00eentoarce zgribulit\u0103, cu doi \u0163ur\u0163uri at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd din n\u0103ri. \u00cei extrage delicat, apoi \u00ee\u015fi pudreaz\u0103 discret nasul, s\u0103 nu r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 urme vizibile de deger\u0103turi.)<\/p>\n
EA: Pe frigul \u0103sta, m-a\u015f l\u0103sa \u015fi de sex, dac\u0103 ne-ar obliga s\u0103-l facem numai afar\u0103.
\n(Bate cu unghiile \u00een mas\u0103.)
\nEA: B\u0103, da’ mult mai dureaz\u0103\u0103\u0103\u0103. <\/p>\n
EL: Iubirea mea, e\u015fti ireal de frumoas\u0103 c\u00e2nd ninge.
\nEA: Da. Eu zic s\u0103 bem o vodc\u0103.
\nEL: Tot ce vrei tu, minun\u0103\u0163ia mea.
\nEA (d\u0103 shotul peste cap) \u00cenc\u0103 una. Zeul meu luminos cu fulgere-n suflet.
\nEL: Sirena mea misterioas\u0103.
\nEA: Centaurul meu nechez\u0103tor.
\nEL: Elfa mea cu flori \u00een p\u0103r.
\nEA: \u0102\u0103\u0103, nu-mi mai trec alte jivine mitologice prin cap. Tre’ s\u0103 m\u0103 mai uit prin Tolkien.
\nEL: Oricum e\u015fti necuprinsul. Ies s\u0103 mai fu… <\/p>\n
EA sare \u00een sus furioas\u0103: DAR CE PULA MEA \u00ce\u0162I IMAGINEZI C\u0102 STAU S\u0102 A\u015eTEPT DIN SFERT \u00ceN SFERT DE OR\u0102 DUP\u0102 CURU’ T\u0102U, \u015eI M\u0102SOR TAVANUL P\u00c2N\u0102-I \u015eTIU TOATE CR\u0102P\u0102TURILE, \u015eI TOATE SARMALELE \u0102STORA DE PE FACEBOOK, C\u00c2T FUMEZI TU?? TAXI!! TAXIIII! <\/p>\n
(Iese \u00een tromb\u0103. El prive\u015fte trist \u00een urma ei.) <\/p>\n
EL: Iubito? <\/p>\n
(T\u0103cere.) <\/p>\n
EL: Guvernul Rom\u00e2niei, te ur\u0103sc! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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