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Dansul anotimpurilor<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00cen nebunia calm\u0103 a zilelor ce trec <\/p>\n Jocul rodiei si-a echinoc\u0163iului<\/strong><\/p>\n pe clapele pianului sevele-\u015fi picur\u0103 timpul <\/p>\n De-ai \u015fti\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n De-ai \u015fti c\u00e2t de bine \u00eemi este \u00cen noaptea aceasta arbaletele ce-au \u0163ipat nu-uri \u00eentreb\u0103rilor – selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan –<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dansul anotimpurilor \u00cen nebunia calm\u0103 a zilelor ce trec coboar\u0103 noaptea \u00een parfum de crizanteme \u015fi s\u00e2nul toamnei lipit de geamul <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1387,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[30],"tags":[],"coauthors":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/10649775_1478775095744226_8727447491919807872_n-e1457977114652.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-mm","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1386"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1386"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1386\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1722,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1386\/revisions\/1722"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1387"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1386"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=1386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncoboar\u0103 noaptea \u00een parfum de crizanteme
\n\u015fi s\u00e2nul toamnei
\nlipit de geamul min\u0163ii
\n\u00eemi aminte\u015fte c\u0103-n amurg
\ntriste\u0163ile ascunse ies la un five-o-clock
\ns\u0103 dep\u0103n\u0103m iubiri trecute
\nla o cafea \u015fi-aceea\u015fi ultim\u0103 \u0163igar\u0103
\nA\u015fa \u00eenc\u0103run\u0163esc solfegii
\nsc\u0103ldate-n solilocvii mute
\n\u015fi \u00een odihna iernii absolute
\nprecum Dracula cel \u00eens\u00e2ngerat
\ncu din\u0163i hr\u0103ni\u0163i din amintiri funeste
\nvom pune capul iar pe catafalc
\n\u015fi eu
\n\u015fi vara
\nprim\u0103vara
\n\u015fi toamna solitar\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nro\u015fului miez deschiz\u00e2ndu-i aroma chem\u0103rii
\nvino iubito acum
\nplutind prin meandrele albastrei iluzii
\ns\u0103-nchidem mirarea in coaj\u0103 de mugur
\ncurb\u00e2nd \u00een spirale m\u0103tasea dorin\u0163ei
\n\u015fi-om trece de iarn\u0103
\n\u2019nverzind prim\u0103vara\u2026<\/p>\n
\niubito
\nacum, f\u0103r\u0103 tine
\nde-ai \u015fti \u015fi c\u00e2t doare acel bine
\nStr\u0103puns\u0103 de dor este palma ce fost-a \u00eentins\u0103 a ruga
\nmi-o \u00eempinge \u2018napoi un suflet speriat
\nce-ncearc\u0103 s\u0103 fug\u0103
\nGenunchi-s zdrobi\u0163i de at\u00e2tea m\u0103t\u0103nii
\nNici \u0163ie nu \u0163i-am fost de ajuns
\nde acuma nici mie
\n\u015fi-atunci
\nalbastra povar\u0103 voi face-o aripa sub care voi cre\u015fte
\n\u015fi str\u00e2ns m-oi \u00eenfige cu m\u00e2inile dou\u0103
\n\u00een margini de ceruri cu por\u0163ile-nchise
\ncortina de umbre voi trage-o \u00eencet
\ntrezi-voi \u00een mine plec\u0103ri
\ndin albele nop\u0163i
\n\u00een negre pustiuri str\u0103juite de ai amintirilor corbi.
\nDe-ai \u015fti c\u00e2t de bine \u00eemi este
\niubito
\nacum, f\u0103r\u0103 tine\u2026
\nRug\u0103 din unghiul mort<\/strong><\/p>\n
\niubito
\nmi-e foame de tine mai mult dec\u00e2t ieri
\nte rog
\nd\u0103-mi coapsa st\u00e2ng\u0103
\ncuib din vremea c\u00e2nd \u00eemi striveam buzele
\nde pere\u0163ii ad\u00e2ncurilor tale rubinii
\nlas\u0103 \u00eentre coaps\u0103 \u015fi m\u00e2na-mi
\nfl\u0103c\u0103ri s\u0103 mistuie zidurile s\u0103lii de bal
\nunde orchestra ne c\u00e2nt\u0103 tangoul iubirii
\nascunde-n lucarne<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi scoate-\u0163i heralzii la por\u0163i
\niubito
\n\u015fi-\u0163i \u015foptesc c\u0103 mi-e foame de suflet
\nde trup
\n\u015fi-i dintele gol
\nd\u0103-mi jugulara
\ns\u0103-\u0163i golesc delir\u00e2nd
\ncuvinte de-odihn\u0103 pe lobul urechii
\npalma st\u00e2ng\u0103 te cere
\npalma dreapt\u0103 te vrea
\nmi-e foame de tine
\niubito
\n\u00een noaptea aceasta mai mult dec\u00e2t ieri
\ndar uite
\ncoapsa ta dreapt\u0103 las sprijin rugii de m\u00e2ine<\/p>\n