{"id":1325,"date":"2015-10-06T15:54:40","date_gmt":"2015-10-06T15:54:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=1325"},"modified":"2016-03-14T17:48:44","modified_gmt":"2016-03-14T17:48:44","slug":"prin-poezia-inimii-mele-george-mihalcea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/prin-poezia-inimii-mele-george-mihalcea\/","title":{"rendered":"Prin poezia inimii mele, George Mihalcea"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>CETATEA MEA SOMNAMBUL\u0102<\/p>\n<p>m\u00e2inile hopli\u021bilor adormi\u021bi \u00een post<br \/>\nse lichefiaz\u0103 pe scuturile grele<br \/>\nsub soarele ce-\u0219i vars\u0103 veninul<br \/>\npeste ziduri arse de melanholie<br \/>\naici \u00een Tomisul nop\u021bilor mele<br \/>\nduminicile sar din calendare<br \/>\niar hoardele Cavalerului Trac<br \/>\nstrivesc sub copitele arm\u0103sarilor<br \/>\ncea din urm\u0103 poveste r\u0103mas\u0103<br \/>\n\u00een memoria bolnav\u0103 de cancer<br \/>\ndinspre nori nu se-aude nici urm\u0103 de sunet<br \/>\nde parc\u0103 ar fi mu\u021bit toate p\u0103s\u0103rile<br \/>\n\u0219i nu mai g\u0103sesc loc de refugiu<br \/>\ndec\u00e2t \u00een g\u00e2tlejul \u0219arpelui Glykon<br \/>\nultimul ap\u0103r\u0103tor de n\u0103dejde<br \/>\nal acestei cet\u0103\u021bi somnambule<br \/>\nTOAMNE PUTREZIND \u00ceN OASE<\/p>\n<p>iat\u0103 cum spada nop\u021bii mi se \u00eenfige-n creier<br \/>\n\u0219i simt cum dinspre mare se pr\u0103v\u0103le\u0219te-un frig<br \/>\nce \u00eemi \u00eenghea\u021b\u0103 m\u00e2na tocmai c\u00e2nd vreau s\u0103 treier<br \/>\nce\u021boase str\u0103zi \u00eenguste prin care \u00eenc\u0103 strig<\/p>\n<p>verile mele-s moarte \u0219i v\u0103duve de fluturi<br \/>\np\u0103durile \u0219i ele sunt v\u0103duve de cerbi<br \/>\nuci\u0219i c\u00e2ndva de mine \u0219i-apoi purta\u021bi pe scuturi<br \/>\nspre bucuria t\u00e2mp\u0103 a prin\u021bilor imberbi<\/p>\n<p>ei \u00ee\u0219i sc\u0103ldau armura cu urlete de fiar\u0103<br \/>\n\u00een s\u00e2ngele lor palid de regi \u00eencornora\u021bi<br \/>\n\u0219i nu \u0219tiau c\u0103 poate pentru ultima oar\u0103<br \/>\nv\u00e2naser\u0103 cu mine prin surii mun\u021bi ciuma\u021bi<\/p>\n<p>crunte pove\u0219ti nescrise-mi h\u0103l\u0103duiesc sub t\u00e2mpl\u0103<br \/>\npustiul burg pe unde mai scormonesc t\u0103ceri<br \/>\nnu-i locu-n care zeii mai spun ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103<br \/>\ncu cel ce se t\u00e2r\u0103\u0219te avan prin fostul ieri<\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2t despre azi nici \u0103sta nu duce spre un m\u00e2ine<br \/>\nc\u0103ci m\u00e2inele-i o \u0219oapt\u0103 v\u00e2ndut\u0103 la mezat<br \/>\npe o speran\u021b\u0103 calp\u0103 c\u0103 trupul meu e p\u00e2ine<br \/>\ndar sp\u00e2nzur\u0103 nevolnic pe un ecran p\u00e2nzat<\/p>\n<p>privesc c\u00e2t\u0103 pustie \u00ee\u0219i vars\u0103 fierea-n mine<br \/>\n\u0219i nu v\u0103d cum din larma de pr\u0103bu\u0219ite case<br \/>\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne doar uimirea c\u0103 dintre reci ruine<br \/>\n\u021b\u00e2\u0219nesc multele toamne ce-mi putrezesc \u00een oase<br \/>\nNIMENI N-O S\u0102 AFLE<\/p>\n<p>privesc din nou de-afar\u0103 un altfel de afar\u0103<br \/>\nacela \u0219ui al clipei bolnave de uimire<br \/>\nc\u0103 albul nu e negru iar moartea vrea s\u0103 par\u0103<br \/>\ndoar biat\u0103 ursitoare r\u0103mas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 mire<\/p>\n<p>da mirele acela plecat pe m\u0103ri cumplite<br \/>\nce nu se mai \u00eentoarce nicic\u00e2nd \u00een fosta cas\u0103<br \/>\nc\u0103ci osia de cea\u021b\u0103 a relei lor ispite<br \/>\ne rupt\u0103 chiar la mijloc \u0219i-i transformat\u0103-n coas\u0103<\/p>\n<p>ce mari salc\u00e2mi ucise furtuna de cenu\u0219\u0103<br \/>\nst\u00e2rnit\u0103-n Crucea Vremii cu vaier lung de \u0219tim\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i c\u00e2te flori de ghea\u021b\u0103 purtau l\u0103stunii-n gu\u0219\u0103<br \/>\nizbind \u00een t\u00e2mpla nop\u021bii ce-i martor\u0103 la crim\u0103<\/p>\n<p>dar nimeni n-o s\u0103 afle c\u0103 \u0219tiuca s-a vrut vultur<br \/>\nc\u0103-ntregul s-a vrut parte c\u0103 partea s-a vrut scar\u0103<br \/>\nc\u00e2t timp doar ple\u0219uvite p\u0103durile se scutur&#8217;<br \/>\n\u0219i scuip\u0103 frunza-n r\u00e2uri f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-le s\u0103 piar\u0103<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>VARA SUGRUMAT\u0102<\/p>\n<p>cu larii \u0219i pena\u021bii stor\u0219i de vlag\u0103<br \/>\nde ce m\u0103 mir c\u0103 via\u021ba mea-i oloag\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i c\u0103 din coasta mea nu mai r\u0103sare<br \/>\ndec\u00e2t o stins\u0103 urm\u0103 de mirare<\/p>\n<p>corbi albino\u0219i se pr\u0103v\u0103lesc \u00een ape<br \/>\n\u00een care vin doar lupii s\u0103 se-adape<br \/>\niar herghelia m\u00e2njilor de lapte<br \/>\na fost zidit\u0103-n ultimele \u0219oapte<\/p>\n<p>ce s-au n\u0103scut din gura mea amar\u0103<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd sorbeam s\u00e2nge dintr-un le\u0219 de var\u0103<br \/>\npe care-am sugrumat-o fiindc\u0103 iat\u0103<br \/>\nmi te-a luat c\u00e2ndva pe tine tat\u0103<\/p>\n<p>acum prind \u0219erpi \u00een plase de-ntuneric<br \/>\n\u0219i m\u0103 scufund \u00een timpul cel mai sferic<br \/>\ndar nu \u0219tiu iar nu \u0219tiu cum se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103<br \/>\nde-mi putrezesc secundele sub t\u00e2mpl\u0103<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; CETATEA MEA SOMNAMBUL\u0102 m\u00e2inile hopli\u021bilor adormi\u021bi \u00een post se lichefiaz\u0103 pe scuturile grele sub soarele ce-\u0219i vars\u0103 veninul peste ziduri arse 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