Am fost gasit mort
in tine
intre doua straturi de piele domnisoreasca, cremuita.

Mi-au spus ca asa o sa fie.
ca la 17 ani migrenele nu sunt ceva normal
ca ar trebui sa mananc mai mult,
sa incerc sa ma distrez de revelion,
sa rad de grase ca totul omul,
sa fac exercitii la mate ca vine bacu’.

Frate, iubirea ei e un monstru.
in lift
cand a expirat a doua oara
am stiut ca trebuie sa fac ceva
sa stau mai drept
sa-mi corectez strabismul
sa-i soptesc Descantoteca printre straini.
tot ce am putut face insa
mi-aduc aminte
a fost sa ma uit in oglinda
si sa regret
ca n-am luat-o pe scari.

In the end, what I have come to belive about God is simple. It’s like this-I used to have this really great dog. She came from the pound. She was a mixture of about ten different breeds, but seemed to have inherited the finest features of them all. She was brown. When people asked me, “what kind of dog is that?”, I would always give the same answer: “She’s a brown dog”. Similarly, when the question is raised, “what kind of God do you belive in?” my answer is easy: “I belive in a magnificent God”.

(Elizabeth Gilbert – Eat Pray Love)