O v\u0103d din dep\u0103rtare. N-o cunosc. O cunosc cu fiecare por al pielii, \u015fi m\u0103 \u00eembib de puful ei fin, simt c\u0103 \u00eemi cresc mii de degete infinite, ca unei caracati\u0163e gigantice. \u00cemi ies degete din frunte, din nas, din genunchi, din talpa piciorului. Degetele mele exploreaz\u0103, p\u00e2ndesc \u015fi adulmec\u0103, degetele mele las\u0103 amprente de foc \u015fi de m\u0103tase, ele vor s\u0103 vad\u0103, s\u0103 aud\u0103, s\u0103 \u015ftie. Mi-e foame. Mi-e sete. Nu mi-e nici foame, nici sete, pentru c\u0103 ea nu este solu\u0163ia vreunei nevoi elementare, mi-e poate altceva, nici eu nu \u015ftiu ce. Oare nevoia impetuoas\u0103 a sim\u0163ului tactil are \u015fi ea un nume? \u015ei dac\u0103 nu are, de ce nu \u00eel invent\u0103m?<\/p>\n
O simt, o am aici, acum, a\u015fa. Catifeaua unei clipe de plenitudine. Delicate\u0163e de o clip\u0103. Rotunjime dulce. Parfum abia perceptibil, nu \u00ee\u0163i dai seama dac\u0103 e \u00een mintea ta, sau \u00ee\u0163i invadeaz\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat n\u0103rile. \u0162i-e fric\u0103 s\u0103 mergi mai departe, pentru c\u0103 nu \u015ftii ce te a\u015fteapt\u0103, \u015fi parc\u0103 \u0163i-e team\u0103 s\u0103 afli. Sau \u0163i-e groaz\u0103 c\u0103 o s\u0103 se termine prea repede.<\/p>\n
Dar e acolo. Cu acel puf suav, care \u00ee\u0163i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie buzele \u00eentredeschise. \u00ce\u0163i vine s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i \u00eenfigi din\u0163ii \u00een ea, dar nu o faci. Nu vrei s\u0103 vat\u0103mi miracolul clipei. Te mul\u0163ume\u015fti s\u0103 te \u00eembe\u0163i olfactiv, tactil, gustativ. S\u0103 cobori \u00een miezul dulce al acelui paradis de carne \u015fi magie. P\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2mbure.<\/p>\n
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\u015ei astfel, am m\u00e2ncat prima piersic\u0103 a acestui an. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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