Vreme(a) indelungata ..... a trecut!

"Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and Junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all"

E zece seara. O seara superba de toamna doamna, nici frig, nici cald, mirosind a bine. Binele omului singur, mergand agale-n noaptea blanda si pustie. Omului singur ce-aude viata razbatand razletz in rasete sau urlete din cutiutzele din care el insusi iesise mai devreme ..... unde-n doi fusese singur.
Micsoreaza pasul, desi-nafara vietii, totusi sa se desfete putin furand din intimitatea, din plinul altora.
Si cu toata singuratatea izvoarelor, se simtea in unicitatea lui stupida bine.
"La ce-mi trebuie framanare? la ce-mi trebuie ..... dar de fapt ce-mi trebuie?!!!!! ..... am uitat ori nu mai conteaza?"
Si-atunci a devenit pentru prima data constient ca nu conteaza, nu mai conteaza.
S-a asezat multumit pe-o banca, si-a intins picioarele si capul l-a lasat pe spate, inchizand ochii. Se gandea la trupul minunat, minunat de tanar si-ochii albastri lasati in urma, la desfatarea falsa de-a se-nfrupta din el, de a-l saruta la liber. Si-apoi din nou:
"Dar de fapt, parca era ceva, altceva .... eh, nu conteaza"
Nu mai conteaza nimic, e noapte calda de toamna, e multumire in solitudine. In sfarsit si-a dat seama ca asta-i este starea, singur, intr-o masa amorfa de oameni care nu conteaza pentru ca el insusi nu conteaza.
Un firicel de praf stand tamp pe o banca-n toi de noapte, meditand la nemurirea sufletului, eternul si nemuritorul suflet ..... un firicel de praf cu suflet ..... dar, ce conteaza?!