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SERENADE
\nNr. 6
\n\u0218i i-a desprins bra\u021bele cu frenezia
\ntangoului prea cunoscut
\nFilling desprins
\ndin scorojeala zidului
\nlitere trecute-n zborul
\ndiscursiv al p\u0103catelor<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 7, opus 1
\nLe-am desenat \u0219oaptelor
\npove\u0219ti alambicate
\ncu ramuri r\u00e2ncede de triste\u021be.
\nNu \u2013mi st\u0103 \u00een fire
\ns\u0103 num\u0103r formele feminine
\nce-mi \u0219ifoneaz\u0103 privirea
\nTrec mai departe<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 7, opus 2
\nPrivind floarea cunoa\u0219terii
\nde trei ori am aruncat-o
\nla co\u0219.
\nCurcubeu de lucruri pestri\u021be
\ngrav mintea bolnavului
\nprin cuvinte
\nse pierde.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 7, opus 3
\nPeste z\u0103pada z\u00e2mbetului
\ndiminea\u021ba vibreaz\u0103.
\nA trecut nunta stelelor
\nde trei ori a trecut.
\nArip\u0103 blestemat\u0103,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 culoare
\nvorbind despre \u00een\u0103l\u021bare.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 7 , opus 4
\nPe noi, pl\u0103cerile,
\nne-au devorat demult.
\nImagini deochiate
\nprevestind furtuna
\nacum ca niciodata
\niubitei pot s\u0103-i spun
\nacela\u0219i Noapte Bun\u0103<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 8, opus 1
\nUnde mu\u021benia
\n\u0219terge orice iluzie
\nla col\u021bul ultimei zile
\n\u021bi-am p\u0103strat z\u00e2mbetul,
\nprinos dintr-o joac\u0103
\na Crinului \u2013 Actor ce eram.
\nR\u00e2sul grotesc al m\u0103\u0219tii
\nr\u0103sfirat din oglind\u0103<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Nr. 8, opus 2
\nSeara mi-a sorbit paharul,
\n\u00eenc\u0103 un amurg,
\ncu imaginea ta
\n\u00eentre pleoape
\nm-a cuprins somnul.<\/p>\n
Mai apoi o sanda,
\npiciorul gol, r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ind nisipul
\ndin clepsidr\u0103<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 8, opus 3
\nS-a fr\u00e2nt genunchiul apei
\nde r\u0103d\u0103cini absurde.
\nPeste s\u00e2nul femeii aceste
\nmirarea suspin\u0103.
\nSoarele mai pune \u00eentreb\u0103ri
\ndebandad\u0103 total\u0103.
\n\u0218arpele ascunde m\u0103rul
\n\u0219u\u0219otind..<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 8, opus 4
\nFiecare silab\u0103
\nare glas de s\u00e2nge.
\nIar g\u00e2ndul cu gust am\u0103rui
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n marginea graiului
\nmai alearg\u0103.
\nE ora Teiului sf\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i cuvinte \u00eenstelate
\nies prin Poarta Ipote\u0219tilor.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 8, opus 5
\nAm l\u0103sat apei
\nfa\u021ba ta
\nComics – uri japoneze
\n(nu \u0219tiam nimic
\ndespre ele )
\nSimpl\u0103 curiozitate
\n\u0219i \u00eenjuram cavalere\u0219te
\nfiecare secund\u0103.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 8, opus 6
\n\u00cei sting lacrima
\n\u00een dosul pleoapei.
\nAm oprit mesajul,
\napune z\u00e2mbetul
\n\u00een aburul de trupuri
\n\u0219i poate m\u0103 sim\u021bi
\nmai aproape
\ncu fiecare noapte.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 8, opus 7
\nUn genunchi
\n\u00eemi apas\u0103 pieptul
\ndeformat apusul
\ncu degete violete.
\n\u00cen susul \u0219i josul bulevardului
\n\u00eemi prea trec zilele
\nla fiecare butonier\u0103,
\nDepartarea.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Nr. 8, opus 8
\n\u00cen chipul meu
\noglinda \u00eentrebare trece.
\nPas\u0103rea r\u0103nit\u0103-\u0219i
\ng\u0103se\u0219te pustiul
\n\u00een balansoarul t\u0103cerii.
\nNu-mi mai ajunge
\nTIMPUL
\nla defri\u0219at r\u0103spunsuri<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 9 , opus 1
\n\u0218i niciodat\u0103 uitarea
\nn-a mai cobor\u00e2t
\n\u00eentr-o icoan\u0103 de altar
\nam ascuns-o
\nalb\u0103 cunun\u0103 i-am d\u0103ltuit
\n\u0219i am a\u0219teptat
\ncrin bolnav
\ncum r\u00e2sul secera
\nos\u00e2ndit la t\u0103cere<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 9, opus 2
\nPovara de a purta o floare
\ne o absen\u021b\u0103.
\nNuan\u021b\u0103ri ale \u0219oaptei
\n\u00een form\u0103 de clopot.<\/p>\n
\u00centre cinci \u0219i \u0219apte
\nlacrima
\nlubrifiaz\u0103 sufletul.
\nDoar pervazul ferestrei
\ns\u0103-mi deschid\u0103 calea.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 9, opus 3
\n\u0218oaptele tale
\nau dat amurgului
\nnoi \u00een\u021belesuri.
\nPentru oaspe\u021bii zbur\u0103tori
\nam a\u0219ezat masa.
\nDou\u0103 c\u00e2te dou\u0103
\nm-au urmat
\n\u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103-n zori
\nmi-au devorat TIMPUL.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 9, opus 4
\nA s\u0103rut
\nmiroase licoarea
\ndespre care
\ndimine\u021bile povesteau.
\nNu-mi mai vine
\ns\u0103 deschid fereastra,
\ncu splina v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103
\ndintr-un consult
\n\u00eenclin doar capul.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 9, opus 5
\nS-a fr\u00e2nt genunchiul apei
\nde r\u0103d\u0103cini absurde.
\nPeste s\u00e2nul femeii
\ndurerea
\narom\u0103 de tinctur\u0103.
\n\u0218arpele de\u021bine alternativa
\nm\u0103rului oprit de lege
\ndin m\u0103re\u021bia nisipului
\neliberat pe cau\u021biune.
\n*
\nNr. 9, opus 6
\nA r\u0103mas proptit\u0103
\ndup\u0103 un evantai
\nmarea de sare,
\ndincolo,
\nochii ei, un albatros verde
\ndesemn\u00e2nd piruete.
\nDintr-o noapte
\nmai \u00eent\u00e2i aprilie
\nexilat
\n\u00eentr-o statuie.
\n*
\nNr. 9, opus 7
\nNu las lucrurile
\nla voia \u00eent\u0103mpl\u0103rii.
\nPoate doar intoxicat
\nfiind
\ns\u0103 caut
\nalinarea \u2013ntr-o frunz\u0103
\nde ment\u0103 , ame\u021bit
\nde spa\u021biu unde
\nam jucat prima dat\u0103
\nMONOPOLY \u0219i m-am r\u0103t\u0103cit.
\n*
\nNr. 9, opus 8
\nIluzie mascat\u0103
\ncu spatele \u2013ntors.
\nAcela\u0219i nud
\n\u00ee\u0219i poart\u0103 bra\u021bele
\nmolatice liane
\nastup\u00e2nd timpane.
\nCum c\u00e2ntecul e z\u00e2mbet
\nleg\u0103nat de valuri
\n\u0219i suflet.<\/p>\n
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\nNr.9, opus 9
\nOstenite aripele
\n\u0219i-au uitat mar\u0219ul
\nlegiuni \u00eentregi
\ndintr-o fereastr\u0103.
\nMu\u0219cata tresare
\npentru a atinge nudul
\ncu visele, poate.
\n\u00cen sudul palmelor,
\nun ciudat tropot
\n\u0219i am\u0103reala zilelor.
\n*
\nNr. 10, opus 1
\nS\u0103-\u021bi las c\u00e2ntecul desenat
\n\u00eentre \u0219oapte.
\nDorin\u021ba l\u0103f\u0103indu-se
\nla Soare.
\nCiudat\u0103 indiferen\u021ba
\nunor zile pierdute.
\nBun c\u00e2\u0219tigat
\nla masa de joc.
\nN-ar fi corect
\ns\u0103 modific programul
\n*
\nnr.10, opus 2
\nTrecut\u0103 lacrima,
\nridat\u0103 fruntea,
\n\u0219uvi\u021ba m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103
\nde v\u00e2nt.
\nPrivirea plecat\u0103,
\ns\u0103rutul r\u0103sfr\u00e2nt
\ndin lumea literei
\npudrat\u0103 \u021bi-e fa\u021ba,
\ncuv\u00e2ntul din urm\u0103
\nS\u0102RUT<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Nr. 1o, opus 3
\nPlictisit\u0103
\nde lumea ei
\n\u0219i-a uitat fardurile
\ndup\u0103 primul col\u021b de strad\u0103.
\nLentilele ce-i num\u0103rau
\nmeta – fizic din\u021bii
\ncompromit dansul.
\nPrea blazat trec,
\ndespre prima fil\u0103
\nresturile unui \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 10, opus 4
\nP\u0103rerea mea
\nnu mai conteaz\u0103.
\nExersez
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area florilor
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la exasperare.
\n\u00cempart \u0219oaptele
\nZilelor.
\nCu desene deformate
\ns\u0103-mi treac\u0103
\nAMNEZIA<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 10, opus 5
\nFiindc\u0103 totul te r\u0103ne\u0219te
\nnimic nefiresc la manechinul
\namabil s\u0103-\u021bi alinte
\n\u0219uvi\u021ba de pe frunte
\ncu r\u0103bdare.
\nOb\u021biunea pentru m\u0103rul roditor
\nam mutat-o mai aproape
\nde zei.
\nInapt pentru vreo fapt\u0103 de vitejie
\npaznicul de la far.<\/p>\n
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Nr. 10, opus 6
\nFoaia aceasta uzat\u0103
\nnu e o bancnot\u0103.
\nNudul cu spatele-ntors
\n\u00een umbra por\u021bii.
\nIluzia poart\u0103 un nume
\n\u0219i am uitat dansul
\n\u00een acela\u0219i decor.
\np\u00een\u0103 la urm\u0103 e
\no chestie de gust
\ncu visul pe frunte
\n*
\nNr. 11,opus 1
\nTe mai a\u0219tept,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 voi vedea
\nfocul din palme.
\nC\u00e2nd z\u0103pada \u021bi-e curat\u0103
\nsufletul \u00eenc\u0103 verde
\ndus din ducere
\nalung\u0103 frigul din oase.
\nPentru t\u00e2n\u0103ra inim\u0103,
\np\u0103c\u0103lind h\u00e2rtia,
\n\u0219oaptele r\u00e2ului alb
\ndin amintire.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 11, opus 2<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u021bi voi descoperi
\nculoarea nop\u021bii
\ncu fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103
\npetrecut\u0103 aproape.
\nGhimpii,
\nproptind lacrima
\n\u00eentre obraji \u0219i picioare.
\nPetalelor din miezul
\naducerii aminte
\nle-a trecut ideea
\nmai departe.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 11, opus 3<\/p>\n
O poveste
\n\u00een miez de noapte
\nst\u0103 s\u0103 lacrime.<\/p>\n
Vrabia adormit\u0103,
\nciugulind cuvintele,
\n\u00ee\u0219i drege glasul
\nmai apoi.<\/p>\n
P\u0103cate,
\n\u00eenmul\u021bind talan\u021bii
\nc\u00e2ini vagabonzi
\nai zilei ce urmeaz\u0103.<\/p>\n
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Nr. 11, opus 4<\/p>\n
Un albastru complicat<\/p>\n
din muguri<\/p>\n
s\u00e2ni sur\u0103z\u00e2nd
\nca iri\u0219ii din lacrimi
\n\u00eembog\u0103\u021bind interiorul
\nprea s\u0103rac.
\nFiec\u0103rei suprafe\u021be
\ncorespondent un crista.
\nIar noapte,
\nce anun\u021b\u0103 \u00eentunericul
\nprintre gene<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 11, opus 5<\/p>\n
Toropit de plictis
\ndescompus de pofte
\nde c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u0219i sete
\ncu past\u0103 flamand\u0103
\nam scris.
\nMestec\u0103 u\u0219or c\u0103rnurile
\na \u201c nove cento\u201d.
\nMelci multicolori
\n\u00eentre degetele lui
\ndresor pictat
\niar la picioare, marea.
\n*
\nNr. 11, opus 6<\/p>\n
Cu imaginea dimine\u021bii
\n\u00eentre degete
\nmai mult c\u00e2ntecul
\nsp\u00e2nzurat de perdea,
\nglezna st\u00e2ng\u0103 aruncat\u0103.
\nDincolo,
\nsur\u00e2sul mimeaz\u0103
\nmai mult pl\u0103cerea.
\nCel mai ciudat lucru
\naceea\u0219i monogram\u0103
\nfereastra deschis\u0103.
\n*
\nNr. 11, opus 7<\/p>\n
Sufletul,
\nadunat \u00eentre palme
\nfilamentul unui bec
\nspart.
\nCum se mi\u0219c\u0103
\nduhul lui
\ndup\u0103 razele albe.
\nS\u0103rutul acesta,
\nare sarcina unor p\u0103reri
\nc\u00e2ndva ascunse
\nochiului<\/p>\n
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\nnr. 12, opus 1<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103
\nam trecut pe curat
\nchimono – ul despicat
\npe la col\u021buri.
\nAdmirat\u0103 pentru uniform\u0103
\n\u0219i prostul obicei
\nde analiz\u0103 sincretic\u0103.
\nUltimul pahar neciobit
\ndin colec\u021bia bunicii
\niar dansul frenetic
\nunduire de \u0219olduri
\ndirec\u021bionat spre Soare Apune.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 12, opus 2
\n\u00cen podul palmei
\nam g\u0103sit un s\u0103rut
\ndintr-o gur\u0103 bolnav\u0103
\nde pl\u0103ceri.
\nM\u00e2na pentru care
\nc\u00e2ntecul \u021big\u0103nesc
\nmai cerea poman\u0103
\ndeschidea suflete.
\nLacrima pentru care
\nochiul odat\u0103 secat
\nmai las\u0103 urme de ruj
\npe c\u0103ma\u0219a – a desfr\u00e2u descheiat\u0103.<\/p>\n
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\nNr. 12, opus 3
\nUltima creang\u0103
\n\u00ee\u021bi trecea-n dar
\ne\u0219arfa purpurie
\ndintr-o toamn\u0103.
\n\u00cempin\u0219i de v\u00e2nt
\nnavig\u00e2nd
\n\u00een ce\u021buri de zori.
\nNelini\u0219tea tulburat\u0103
\nde g\u00eenduri
\nuragan sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\ncalmate dunele de nisip
\n\u0219i cel din urm\u0103 s\u0103rut.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Serenada nr.13, opus 1
\nLini\u0219tea
\na\u0219eza petale
\ncu sim\u021birea<\/p>\n
Ve\u021bi spune
\nun poem de dragoste
\nca at\u00e2tea altele<\/p>\n
\u0218i tocmai de aceea
\n\u00eemi tremur\u0103 barba
\nde ner\u0103bdare<\/p>\n
M\u00e2na schi\u021beaz\u0103
\nnoi \u00eenceputuri<\/p>\n
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