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Despre ploaie

Privesc ploaia. Mda, stiu, te astepti la o descriere semisentimentala, usor patetica, fara concluzie, terminata in coada de peste cu trei puncte de suspensie ca sfarsit dramatic.
Defapt stii ce? Nici nu am sa vorbesc despre ploaia. Mie nu-mi place. Nu-mi creeaza sentimente de melancolie, nostalgie sau alte cuvinte dintr-astea de poet mediocru neinteles. Mie imi provoaca somnoloenta. Insensibila caracterizare ar zice unii.
Ceea ce ma fascineaza e trecerea de la senin la sinistru. Mi se face pielea de gaina; simti o teama inexplicabila, ai vrea sa-ti dezlipesti retina de etern. Si totusi ramai fascinat. Teama iti apasa sufletul si mintea. Involuntar iti amintesti cele mai teribile chestii. Faci eforturi cumplite, iti chinui mintea sa nu mai fabrice atatea mizerii. Prostii. Cedezi. Lasi toate gandurilea astea sa-ti patrunda in suflet, sa te cuprinda, sa te purifice, esti trecut ca fierul prin foc, pentru ca tu convietuiesti cu frica.
Si incepe sa ploua. Monoton. Si toata experienta ta e o searbada trecere de secunde.
Slaviti ploaia inconstienti sentimentali!








And the english version




About Rain

I watch the rain. Yeah, I know, you expect a sentimental description , slightly pathetic, with no conclusion, with three points of suspension as a dramatic end.
Actually you know what? I won`t even talk about rain. I don 't like it. I doesn`t create me feelings of melancholy, nostalgia or other words used by a mediocre and not understood poet. I induces me a desire for sleep. Insensitive characterization some would say.
What fascinates me is the shift from clear to the sinister. My skin feels strange; you feel an unexplained fear. And still you stay there fascinated. Fear is heavy on your soul and mind.. Involuntary you remember the most terrible things. You make great efforts, you overdrive your mind to stop producing so much garbage. Nonsense. Cedezi. You surrender. You let all these thoughts you into the soul, to overtake you, to purify you, like iron is placed in the fire, because you live with the fear.
And it starts to rain. Chant. And all your experience is a tedious passage of seconds.
Glorify rain you unconscious sentimental people!