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Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:51 AM
În mijlocul desertului un om cânta dumnezeieste din vioara. Un leu seapropie îi da târcoale cântaretului si se aseaza la câtiva pasi de elmiscându-si capul în ritmul muzicii. Mai vin doi lei si se aseaza si eilânga cântaret. Dupa înca ceva timp vine un al patrulea leu care îl manâncape cântaretul nostru. Pe o craca în apropiere doi vulturi fac conversatie:-Ti-am spus eu ca daca vine surdul s-a zis cu muzica...



Bestial! Si eu ma dau in vant dupa bancurile seci.

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