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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>\nHotca Marian (n. 14 august 1993) este un poet n\u0103scut \u00een Baia Mare, jude\u021bul Maramure\u0219. Actualmente este masterand la specializarea Literaura rom\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i modernismul european la Universitatea Tehnic\u0103 din Cluj-Napoca. Colaboreaz\u0103 la mai multe reviste cu profil literar din \u021bar\u0103: Nord Cultural, Nord Literar, Oglinda Literar\u0103, D\u0103ruiri Literare, Convorbiri literare, Boem@, Constela\u021bii diamantine, Agora Literar\u0103, Mi\u0219carea literar\u0103, Tribuna, Apollon, Poesis, Contact International etc. A publicat un volum de poezie \u201eR\u0103t\u0103cind cu Euterpe prin lumina lui Guntenberg\u201d, Risoprint, Cluj-Napoca, decembrie 2014. Are \u00een preg\u0103tire un volum de versuri pentru copii.<\/p>\n
singur\u0103tatea f\u0103cea r\u0103d\u0103cini a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 spun ceva dar m\u0103 apas\u0103 p\u00e2lp\u00e2irea unui \u00eenger \u00eencol\u021bit \u00een piatr\u0103 iar murmurul timpului <\/p>\n vid<\/strong><\/p>\n de c\u00e2te ori m\u0103 uit la p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een scorburi de nuc mai fac un pas c\u00e2teodat\u0103 \u00eemi vine s\u0103 spun peisajul care mi-a dat picioare devin un simplu aranjament al vie\u021bii voi \u00eempietri aici <\/p>\n umbr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n caut trifoiul \u00een patru \u00een iarba c\u00e2t adev\u0103r spulberat abia m\u0103 mai str\u00e2ng \u00een cuvinte eu – spulberat de sensul soarelui am f\u0103cut moarte c\u00e2t\u0103 durere \u0219iroie\u0219te <\/p>\n revolu\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n ar fi nevoie de o nou\u0103 revolu\u021bie divin\u0103 \u00eentunericul \u00eemi scurge aud ecoul cuv\u00e2ntului t\u0103u ars \u0219i-n aerul putred <\/p>\n trezie<\/strong><\/p>\n prive\u0219ti diminea\u021ba cum tremur\u0103 tot a\u0219a a fost \u0219i anul trecut pe vremea asta va veni \u0219i vremea pentru cer \u0219i tot a\u0219a a fost \u0219i anul trecut pe vremea asta <\/p>\n monolog crud<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00een noi e o lini\u0219te de verde crud o arip\u0103 stoars\u0103 de zbor \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" <\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\nr\u0103ni<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n\u0219i \u00een lumea cealalt\u0103
\nv\u0103d cum \u00eengerii cu aureole cicatrizate
\nstau suspenda\u021bi
\n\u00eentr-o cea\u021b\u0103 meschin\u0103
\ngata s\u0103 cad\u0103 cu totul \u00een vacarm
\nchinul se prelinge-n \u0219iroaie
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la ultima r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103<\/p>\n
\nnimicul cuvintelor goale
\nse stinge \u00eentr-un nimic \u0219i mai mare<\/p>\n
\npraful din icoane
\na \u00eenchis ve\u0219nicia \u00eentr-o silab\u0103 de s\u00e2nge
\nnisipul se depune
\npe aripa fr\u00e2nt\u0103 a \u00eengerului meu
\nde parc\u0103 i-ar vindeca rana \u00eengropat\u0103 \u00een sare
\nmirarea respir\u0103 ad\u00e2nc
\nprin m\u00e2inile r\u0103stignite \u00een cuvintele-cruci<\/p>\n
\nse risipe\u0219te \u00een noi
\nhr\u0103nindu-ne mor\u021bile
\ncu tot ce-i mai bun din vise<\/p>\n
\n\u00eemi dau seama c\u0103 m\u0103 ad\u00e2ncesc \u00eentr-o umbr\u0103 suspect\u0103
\nhr\u0103nit\u0103 prin r\u0103ni cu inepuizabile sf\u00e2r\u0219ituri
\nacum
\n\u0219i v\u00e2ntul se mi\u0219c\u0103 cu \u00eencetinitorul
\ndoar \u00een sensul invers al v\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n
\n\u00eengeri usca\u021bi
\nsorb roua din muguri f\u0103r\u0103 memorie<\/p>\n
\nprintre metalice p\u0103p\u0103dii
\n\u021bin\u00e2nd toate gre\u0219elile \u00een r\u00e2pa din inim\u0103
\ncobor cu sufletul mai aproape de iarb\u0103
\ntot a\u0219tept\u00e2nd
\nt\u00e2nguirea
\nunei aripi de \u00eenger smuls\u0103
\ns\u0103 mai fac\u0103 pentru ultima oar\u0103
\nlumin\u0103 \u00een vidul nostru<\/p>\n
\npoem \u00een reflux<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 sunt doar un asasin de umbre
\nalungite \u00een amurg printre brazi
\n\u0219i m\u0103 hr\u0103nesc doar lunea
\ncu mi\u0219c\u0103ri o\u021belite de cuv\u00e2nt chinuit<\/p>\n
\ndesc\u0103tu\u0219ate
\nm\u0103 oblig\u0103 s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219esc p\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2nge
\nprintre mormintele p\u0103r\u0103site
\np\u0103scute de cai<\/p>\n
\nce scrie \u0219i mai respir\u0103 din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd vise
\nun obiect \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat
\n\u00een care fluxul \u0219i refluxul luminii
\nse joac\u0103 cu g\u00e2ndurile
\ndezbr\u0103cate de propria-mi ve\u0219nicie<\/p>\n
\npentru to\u021bi \u00eengerii cosi\u021bi \u00een iarb\u0103
\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-mi chinul
\ncu ochii deschi\u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la cer
\ns\u0103 nasc\u0103 \u00een iarba de m\u00e2ine
\no nou\u0103 moarte
\nmai verde<\/p>\n
\nplin\u0103 cu cenu\u0219\u0103
\n\u0219i umbra murdar\u0103
\nm\u0103 doare<\/p>\n
\n\u00een trupul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\na fost c\u00e2ndva
\nt\u0103cerea focului pl\u00e2ns\u0103<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i ele \u00eentregi nemi\u0219cate
\ndau forma perfect\u0103 lucrurilor vechi<\/p>\n
\nsuspendat \u00eentr-un arc de ceas –
\nnasc umbre pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd
\n\u00een \u00eenchipuirea mea<\/p>\n
\n\u00een lumina amurgului
\n\u0219i cioburi colorate din spectre suspecte
\nmi-au str\u0103puns umbra
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n
\n\u00een orice semn
\n\u00een orice deget
\n\u00een orice punct
\nde-acum nu m\u0103 va interesa dec\u00e2t
\no fereastr\u0103 larg deschis\u0103
\nde la care s\u0103 z\u0103resc umbre
\nsugrumate \u00een v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n
\n\u00een existen\u021ba mea
\nde c\u00e2nd \u00eemi imaginez f\u0103r\u0103 a m\u0103 opri
\naceea\u0219i noapte
\nce se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u0219i apoi se taie imperfect
\ncu aripa \u00eengerului de scrum<\/p>\n
\noasele prin sita unui vis crunt
\n\u0219i zbor fumeg\u00e2ndu-mi spaima
\n\u00een \u00eens\u0103\u0219i durerea zilei
\n\u00eenainte de a se na\u0219te<\/p>\n
\nca o b\u00e2lb\u00e2ial\u0103
\npierdut\u0103 \u00een groapa neantului
\napoi m\u0103 \u00eenal\u021b pretutindeni
\nspre niciunde
\nmai aproape \u0219i mai departe
\nde zodia isp\u0103\u0219irii tale<\/p>\n
\n\u00eengerul (f\u0103r\u0103 a mai fi declinat \u00een cazul genitiv)
\na r\u0103mas doar o anex\u0103 amorf\u0103 \u0219i confuz\u0103
\nla marginea pr\u0103fuit\u0103
\na sufletului<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentr-un bob de rou\u0103 adormit
\no p\u0103p\u0103die smuls\u0103 din inima c\u00e2mpului
\n\u00eemi s\u0103rut\u0103 febril pleoapa \u00eenc\u0103 str\u0103puns\u0103
\nde r\u0103d\u0103cinile orfice
\n\u0219i totul trece ca \u00eentr-o splendoare crud\u0103 a zborului
\nprevestind topirea p\u0103s\u0103rilor cu aripi de sare
\n\u00een g\u00e2ndul ierbii a\u0219tept \u00eenchegat
\nlumina laxativ\u0103
\ns\u0103 se dezl\u0103n\u021buie
\nt\u0103indu-mi somnul rotund
\n\u00een dou\u0103 particule de trezie<\/p>\n
\nmonolog<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nun pod putrezit
\ndeasupra unui fluviu cu flori nuntind
\n\u00een rug\u0103ciune
\n\u00eemi dezlegam ochiul \u00eencol\u0103cit \u00een valsul beznei
\ns-aud pl\u00e2nsul aripilor
\nce se topeau \u00een elegii<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 mai picure ceva pe ruinele noastre
\no tandr\u0103 vibrare a ploii
\na fi ultima dorin\u021b\u0103
\na zborului captiv
\n\u00een g\u00e2ndul meu<\/p>\n
\no moarte mototolit\u0103
\n\u00een memoria ve\u0219niciei
\nmedita\u021bia surd\u0103 a soarelui
\n\u00een paharul cu ap\u0103
\ncl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-se<\/p>\n
\nsuspinul r\u0103d\u0103cinilor
\nst\u0103 b\u0103ltit \u00een inimi cu r\u0103\u0219in\u0103 de brad
\ndin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\nfream\u0103tul frunzelor
\n\u00eempinge \u00een mine
\nc\u00e2ntecul p\u0103s\u0103rilor f\u0103r\u0103 pereche<\/p>\n
\ntrece suspect\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine
\ncl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-mi
\ndin r\u0103d\u0103cini
\ntoat\u0103 singur\u0103tatea<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"coauthors":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-xD","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2085"}],"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=2085"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2085\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2088,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2085\/revisions\/2088"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2085"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2085"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2085"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2085"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}