Oboseala tarzie/ Late fatique

Privesc in umbra, lumina imi este intunecata de o ceata a trupului, de o osteneala apasatoare ce ma cuprinde parca din ce in ce mai tare.

Imi simt ochii grei si durerosi, inrositi ei vor parca sa inchid pleoapele si sa ma afund in al noptii somn adanc, sa visez.

Fata imi este palida si fada, ca o oglinda aburita. Uneori o simt ca imi amorteste din cauza lipsei masive de calciu, dar prefer sa ignor si sa merg mai departe.

Inima a incercat sa fie rezilienta si astazi. A ascultat si a batut, cum a stiut ea mai bine, in dansul ei monoton, cu tic si tac si o mica pauza intre.

Cat despre minte, a fost si ea agera astazi. Am plimbat-o printre cifre, litere intortocheate si denumiri ciudate, documente si hartii, cunostinte si necunostinte.

Glasul imi este ragusit, ruginit, terminat parca de atata vorbarie, atata adaugire de sunet si intonatie.

Trupul imi este si el istovit. Mainile nu mai stiu ce comanda sa preia de la centrii nervosi si actioneaza parca in slow motion, muschii mainii pedepsindu-ma pentru ca i-am suprasolicitat si astazi.

Picioarele… ele nu mai stiu. Le-am plimbat astazi prin atatea locuri incat nici ele nu mai retin pasii si traiectoria parcursa ci doar ritmul alert, ce il simt si acum in tendoane si muschi.

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Dar este abia miercuri seara, oboseala incepe sa intre in oase si gandire si sufletul parca ar vrea sa fuga inspre vineri, inspre odihna si relaxare, inspre weekend.

Cu ultimele puteri, reusesc sa inchei acest articol si sa ma rog la divinitate ca ziua de maine sa treaca mai repede si mai usor, sa nu ma mai simt ca un robotel ruginit si obosit intr-o zi de miercuri tomnatica si rece.

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English version

My look is a little bit shady, the light seems darker to me because of a fog of the body, a pressing force that encompasses me increasingly louder.

I feel my eyes heavy and painful, reddened they want me to close the eyelids and get off in the deep night sleep, to a beautiful dream.

My face is pale and vapid, like a steamed mirror. Sometimes I feel like I am numb because of the lack of calcium, but I prefer to ignore it and move on.

The heart has tried to be resilient today. She listened and beat, as she knew best, in her monotonous dance, with tic – tac and silence, and a small pause between.

As for the mind, she was sharp today. I walked through figures, crooked letters and strange names, papers and documents, knowledge and ignorance.

My voice is hoarse, rusty, finished because of so much speech, so much added sound and intonation.

My body is also exhausted. Hands do not know what order to take from nervous centers and act in slow motion, my muscles punishing me because I overstrained them today.

The legs … they do not know. I walked them today through so many places that they no longer retain the steps and trajectory but only the alert rhythm, which I feel now in tendons and muscles.

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But it is only Wednesday night and fatigue begins to enter into bones and thoughts and the soul seems to want to run to Friday, to rest and relaxation, to the weekend.

With the last powers, I finish this article and pray for the divinity that tomorrow will pass faster and easier, to not feel like an rusty and tired robot on wednesday cold autumn night again.