it lives

uite, piesa asta am ascultat-o prima oara in a 8a, pe cand aveam mana rupta de ciment in doua locuri si eram super dandy, ma durea in pula. ai mei ma trimteau la scoala, cica sa nu mi se urce vacanta la cap, da restu timpului o ardeam la mine in camera, cu lumina stinsa, ascultand muzica la casul ala rusesc.

pe piesa asta ieseau scantei din mizeria aia ruseasca si camera ma halea cu un gust metalic care mi se urca pe sira spinarii ca o bucata de gheata  fierbinte, mai ceva ca atunci cand…nu stiu, zic si eu asa, ca mi-am adus aminte.

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