imanamanai

luni, 14 decembrie 2009

reusise sa aduca lucruri atat de frumoase la suprafa
pe care ma straduisem sa le apas in jos, tot mai jos

eram slaba daca le vedeau

imi aduceam aminte de ele in vise si ganduri putine

am aratat tot si ma simteam mica
dar cea mare a zis ca nu

ea stie mai bine ce e bine

atunci am scapat din mana vasul cu picaturi adunate de pe petalele de lalele si flori de migdal

s-a spart si apa mi-a stropit picioarele mele si pe ale ei

dar nu i-a pasat
a amestecat apa in praf cu piciorul ca intr-un joc si a facut clei ud si parfumat
si a plecat
am rupt o bucata din poala rochiei unde o picatura de apa se imbibase in material
am impaturit-o si i-am trimis-o

o pastreaza si astazi intr-o cutie

din care atunci cand o deschide ies unul cate unul lucrurile din adancurile mele

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Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.

The Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.

Alice: How do you know I'm mad?

The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here.

Alice: And how do you know that you're mad?

The Cat: To begin with, a dog's not mad. You grant that?

Alice: I suppose so

The Cat: Well, then, you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing. The children often spent long summer days on this lagoon, swimming or floating most of the time, playing the mermaid games in the water, and so forth. You must not think from this that the mermaids were on friendly terms with them: on the contrary, it was among Wendy’s lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them. When she stole softly to the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score, especially on Marooners’ Rock, where they loved to bask, combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her; or she might even swim, on tiptoe as it were, to within a yard of them, but then they saw her and dived, probably splashing her with their tails, not by accident, but intentionally.