II

He took the dirty bong into his hands and lit it. His finger covering the round hole in the glass caused the liquid to boil in a physical process unknown to myself. Vapors of sweet deceit started rising, climbing up the long cylinder. He had put his mouth into the upper end and was staring into the round bottom in expectance. It took a while till the white vapor reached his lips. It was as if time had stopped. I was loosing patience. Staring eagerly at him, I lost the moment of contact just like every time I am waiting for the minutes of the watch to change and miss the exact second because of concentrating too hard. Nevertheless, he eventually inhaled the thick clouds by swallowing their fuzziness. The substance then parted, the tobacco heading towards his lungs while the hash was climbing up his nerves, taking hold of his dendrites and dulling them. His senses instantly relaxed, his eyes closed and with a shake of the head he found himself within the clouds.

I

Era ca si cand s-ar fi trezit cu un fier de calcat pe piept. Nu mai era mult pana la inceputul lunii decembrie, si asta a realizat in momentul in care si-a trecut lent limba, dureros, peste buzele inscamosate. Fier. Un fel de senzatie de aproapeamajuns urca si cobora de-a lungul coloanei vertebrale, sau, mai bine zis, de-a lungul zonei unde lipsea una. Stia ca cineva asteapta un fel de semn ca s-a intors, in sfarsit, printre ei. Era un nou inceput intr-un alt decor. Si totusi imaginea lacului care parea a fi la capatul lumii ii parea cunoscuta. Nu stia insa incotro sa o ia sau pe cine sa anunte ca a sosit, insa cea mai deranjanta era imaginea propriului corp gol, fara vreo urma de fir de par pe el. Parca cineva s-ar fi razbunat dinadins, in somn, cunoscandu-i teama de cioturi de fire de par care incep incet sa creasca, si lasandu-i drept amintire o suprafata imensa, mata si alba de piele rasa. Si groaza zilei de maine. Cand firele vor incepe sa creasca, sa manance, sa usture. Incepea sa-si dezmorteazca varfurile degetelor si, uitandu-se la ele pe masura ce isi schimbau culoarea din alb inspre roz, simtea cum se intoarce mereu in acelasi loc din care plecase acum multi ani, in aceeasi stare de descompunere de care incercase sa fuga. Dintii ii se inclestau, pielea ii se intindea, picioarele ii se dezghetau. Era timpul ca Iva sa se intoarca, nu ca altcineva, ci tot ca ea, si sa termine ceea ce a inceput. Brusc simtise cum se ineaca in propria saliva.
INPIZDAMATIIII!! PTIU!!!!
Nu - nu saliva. Pamant.