Cununa

Nuntile-s ogoare pline
Cu matasuri mari si albe,
Cu surasuri foarte fine
In care mirii-or sa se scalde.
Nu stiu despre burti nutrite,
Despre falsa agonie,
Ea e nasterea-mpietrita,
Premonitie zglobie.
Pasul peste care asterne,
E-o petala purpurie,
Treapta freamata tot hanul,
Ochii plang a bucurie.
Ultimul suspin ce umple
Fata pieptului strapuns,
Se ascunde pe sub tample,
De frumosul cuplu uns.

din volumul de poezie TU LA MIJLOC (2005)

Strada Franceza din Bucuresti – Centrul Vechi (Istoric)DSC_4867

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