(ro)
Au trecut ani.
sarati.
iar sarea nu mai avea gust de mare, ci de lacrimi.
si totusi…
nu am ramas cu un gust amar.
te-am adorat pentru ce ai fost
si inca te iubesc pentru ce sunt azi.
pentru palma de pe fesa dreapta,
pentru mana infipta in par,
pentru sarutul din oglinda.
pentru marea ce mi-ai readus-o iar si iar,
pentru valul ce m-a luat si pentru soarele ce-a stralucit cand termometrul arata cu minus.
tu ai fost…tu esti… tu ai fi putut fi…
te iu… in fine… prostule!
mai mult decat pe mine si mai putin decat pe el…azi.
pacat !
ti-ai pus mana la ochi, sa nu vezi…
sperand ca poate asa nici n-o sa simti.
pentru ca intelegi…
ca te-am vrut, dar azi zic nu pentru ca pot,
pentru ca te leaga,
pentru ca oricat i-ai minti, ma iu… stii tu.
si nu doar pe toc, sprijinita de perete.
ochi in ochi… suflete pereche…
vezi tu…
de asta nu te mai vreau.
de azi sunt a lui, prada unui suflet in care nu am mai gasit franturi din tine.
lasa-ma sa apun!
chiar daca am rasaritul nostru scris pe mine… “

 A zambit. A pus hartia pe masa, tigara in scrumiera si ultimul strop de vin in pahar.
-Apuso…hai ca esti tare… Si? Zi! Ti-a pus-o?
-Poftiiim???
-Daca nu te-as cunoaste…
-Esti bolnav…
-Se ia. Hai aici! Si da-ti jos camasa aia, vreau sa mai sarut o data rasaritul…

 Ea se apropie privindu-l in ochi, ii ia paharul si il da peste cap. Isi musca fin ultima picatura ramasa in coltul gurii, in timp ce isi desface parul si il scutura usor. Lasa camasa sa cada, o da nervos la o parte cu piciorul si face timid doi pasi inapoi.
-Pune-ti tocurile!
-Taci?
-Cam irascibila de cand cu apusul asta. Treci aici!
-Stateam si ma gandeam…
-…
-Cine naiba esti tu, sa atingi rasaritul?
-Ahaha! Si eu ma gandeam: cine-i ala de ti-a pus-o?
-Stii…ti-am chemat un taxi. Mai uita-te o data si… pleaca!

Ii trage strengaresc cu ochiul, ii zambeste, se ridica pe varfuri, se rasuceste lent, aruncandu-i o ultima privire peste umar, dupa care se apleaca, ia camasa, o incheie neglijent la doi nasturi si paseste hotarata spre usa.

-Ahahaha uitati-va la nebuna. Mi-a baut vinul, mi-a ridicat tensiunea si acum imi deschide usa. Ahahaha! Rasaritu’ meu, da se poate una ca asta?

Ea ii zambeste sfidator, asteptand, rezemata de tocul usii, in camasa-i transparenta ce ii acopera tot si nimic in acelasi timp.

-Ahahaha! Tu nu glumesti…
-Nu.
-Vezi, de asta te iu… ahahaha! Zi, ma, cine-i ala si plec!
-Vezi ca asteapta taxiul…
In secunda doi, el isi infige mana in parul ei, o lipeste violent de usa si o saruta pasional pe gat, crezand ca e doar unul din jocurile lor. Pret de cateva clipe, ea ii cade prada, dupa care se da la o parte, isi strange camasa, isi aranjeaza parul si il fixeaza cu un suras obraznic.

-Taxiul!
-…
-Te asteapta!
-Ahaha! Cum sa plec? Doar ma iu…
-Razi ca prostu’…Esti un bou, du-te naibii!

PS: unii fluturi nu au nume si se rezuma la fictiune. va urma

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(en)
Years have passed.
Salted ones…
that kind of salt that didn’t taste like ​sea but like tears.
And yet…
I never felt a bitter taste.
I worshiped you for what you were
and I still love you for what I am today.
for your palm on my right buttock,
for that hand in my hair,
for that kiss in the mirror.
for the sea that you brought me again and again,
for the wave that took me away and for the sun that shined even in the cold times
you were … you are … you could have been …
I think I lov … what a fool!
more than I love myself and less than I’m loving him … today.
what a shame!
you’ve got your hand on your eyes so that you do not see …
hoping that you won’t either feel it
because you understand …
that I wanted you, but today I say no!
because I can,
because it binds you,
because, ​despite all your lies, you lo…you know.
and not just on my heels, bending on the wall.
eye in the eye … soul mates …
you see…
that’s why I do not want you anymore.
today I’m his, the prey of a soul that I’ll never find in you.
So look at me now… watching our sunset
while still wearing our sunrise … ”

He smiled. He put the paper on the table, the cigar in the ashtray, and the last drop of wine in his glass.
-My sunset… you’re good …this is good. But tell me ’bout him! Did you fuuu….?
-What ???
-If hadn’t known you…
-You are sick…
-It’s contagious. Come here now! Take off that shirt…and let me kiss that sunrise…

She approaches confidently. While gazing him straight in his eyes, she steals his glass, drinks it up to the bottom, then gently bites that tiny last drop in the corner of her mouth. The next second,​ her shirt drops off on the floor. Nervously, she pulls it aside with her bare foot, then shyly steps back.

-Now put your heels on!
-Can you shut up?
-Oh…somebody’s kind of kind of moody since this new sunrise guy…
-You know…I was thinking…
-…
-Who the hell are you, to touch the sunrise?
-Haha! And I was thinking: who the hell’s that guy that fuuuuu… you?
-I called you a taxi. Just have one more look and leave…leave!

She winks and smiles at him, then rises on her toes and turns slowly. She throws him a last glance over her shoulder, then puts on her shirt, while carelessly closing two buttons, and goes straight to the door.

-Ahahaha, look at this madwoman. She drank my wine, lifted my blood pressure, and now she opens the door for me. Ahahaha! My sunrise, how can you do this to me?

She smiles defiantly ​while waiting and leaning against the doorframe, in her transparent shirt that covered everything and nothing at the same time.

-Ahahaha! You’re not joking…
-Nope.
-You see, this is why I loooo….you! Now tell me women! Who’s that guy? Tell me and I leave!
-Your taxi is waiting…

The next second, he grabs her hair, then violently pushes​ her against the door, while passionately kissing her neck, thinking this is just one of their games. For a few moments, she becomes his prey, but then she steps aside, grabs her shirt, arranges her hair, and fixes him with a naughty smile.

-Your Taxi
-…
-Is waiting!
-Ahaha! How could I leave? You looooo… me!?!
-Stop laughing like a fool. You’re a jerk…fuck you!

PS: some butterflies don’t have a name and the’d love to stay the same. to be continued

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2 comments

  1. Frumos….imi place fictiunea! Dar totusi din conversatie pare un cuplu care au fost mult timp impreuna si se cunosc destul de bine…poate se iu….dar nu isi dau seama?? Astept continuarea

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