Sunt silueta palida ce a disparut odata cu zorii zilei. Sunt statuia gri ramasa fara cuvinte, asortata cu cerul plumburiu pe care l-am adus. Sunt un vis despre care nu te-ai decis inca daca a fost frumos sau un cosmar.
Sunt o urma de toc pe asfaltul incins, oamenii vor pasi pe langa mine si vor simti ca cineva a trecut pe acolo in momentul nepotrivit. Sunt privirea ascunsa de ochi straini, sunt secretul sinistru ce te infasoara.
Sunt o petala cazuta in tarana, pe un mormant proaspat pe care nimeni nu il mai viziteaza. Sunt un fluture care a poposit pentru o secunda in viata ta, si a disparut lasand in urma o atingere discreta si o bataie colorata din aripi.
Sunt simbolul a nimic.
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I'm the lipstick smudge left on the smoldering cigarette. I'm everything that could have been and wasn't. I'm an opinion, a regret, a claw dug into a shattered soul. I am the bitter tear dripped into the half-empty glass.
I am the pale silhouette that disappeared with the dawn. I am the grey statue left speechless, matched with the leaden sky I brought. I'm a dream you haven't decided yet if it was beautiful or a nightmare.
I'm a heel print on the hot asphalt, people will walk past me and feel like someone walked by at the wrong time. I'm the hidden gaze from foreign eyes, I'm the sinister secret that shrouds you.
I'm a petal fallen in the dust, on a fresh grave that no one visits anymore. I am a butterfly that has landed for a second in your life, and disappeared leaving behind a discreet touch and a colourful flutter of wings.
I am the symbol of nothing.
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