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ora\u0219ul p\u0103s\u0103rilor migratoare<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00eemi spun <\/p>\n Myo<\/strong><\/p>\n dar ce se va \u00eent\u00e2mpla cu noi <\/p>\n android 2.1<\/strong><\/p>\n seara revii acas\u0103 <\/p>\n ultimul poem<\/strong><\/p>\n un lucru interesant pe care \u00eel po\u021bi face <\/p>\n gara de nord<\/strong><\/p>\n m\u0103 simt o sut\u0103 de mii de oameni <\/p>\n ora\u0219ul septembrie<\/strong><\/p>\n noapte plin\u0103 de lovituri de copite <\/p>\n emptiness HD<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00eentins pe pat <\/p>\n Blank Space<\/strong><\/p>\n am scos bricheta <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Septembrie, \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n se apropie noaptea. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gabriel<\/strong><\/p>\n ca la un semn <\/p>\n Conjunc\u021bia \u201c\u0219i\u201c<\/strong><\/p>\n un pod Cer interzis<\/p>\n Statuile r\u0103m\u00e2n disciplinate egru pe alb<\/strong><\/p>\n singur\u0103tatea \u00eencepe <\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan(USA)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n ora\u0219ul p\u0103s\u0103rilor migratoare<...\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[30],"tags":[],"coauthors":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-yd","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2121"}],"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=2121"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2121\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2147,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2121\/revisions\/2147"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2121"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\npo\u021bi termina de citit cartea asta mai t\u00e2rziu
\nacum ar fi bine s\u0103 deschizi fereastra
\n\u0219i s\u0103 tragi ni\u0219te aer proasp\u0103t \u00een piept
\nsau mai bine nu. este o iarn\u0103 foarte rece
\nmercurul din termometre arat\u0103 grade pu\u021bine
\n\u0219i nu doar gradele sunt pu\u021bine \u00een ora\u0219ul acesta
\nunde nimic nu este unde trebuie s\u0103 fie
\nunde totul este altundeva
\nmai ales tu
\nspun la televizor
\nc\u0103 drumurile pe care te-ai fi putut \u00eentoarce
\nsunt blocate
\nc\u0103 protestatarii
\nau \u00eenchis pia\u021ba
\nau ridicat oameni de z\u0103pad\u0103
\nbaricade din turt\u0103 dulce, beteal\u0103
\n\u0219i globuri de pom peste tot
\nam vrut s\u0103 te sun s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi spun
\nc\u0103 de fapt e-o minciun\u00e2
\n\u00een fiecare zi merg mult
\nchiar trec pe acolo
\n\u0219i singurul lucru pe care \u00eel v\u0103d
\neste absen\u021ba ta
\nun tanc
\ncare trece peste mine sf\u0103r\u00e2m\u00e2ndu-mi oasele.<\/p>\n
\nodat\u0103 ce vom termina de povestit
\ntoate pove\u0219tile
\nne vom spune toate minciunile
\n\u0219i alte c\u00e2teva mii \u00een plus
\ndup\u0103 ce vom cobor\u00ee \u00een propriile m\u0103runtaie
\n\u00een acel \u00eenghe\u021b cu form\u0103 fix\u0103
\nlocuit doar de mor\u021bi \u0219i de moarte
\niar marginile iluziei pe care locuim
\nse vor toci ca bra\u021bele canapelei
\nunde am ajuns s\u0103 ne cunoa\u0219tem at\u00e2t de bine
\nc\u00e2nd t\u0103cu\u021bi st\u0103team \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie \u0219i fumam
\niar nop\u021bile ni se c\u0103\u021b\u0103rau \u00een ochi prin gleznele
\n\u00eentotdeauna setate pe
\nfrecven\u021ba ploii
\n\u00eemi spuneai c\u0103 suntem dou\u0103 planete
\nc\u0103 miezul nostru
\nderiv\u0103 din verbul myo
\n\u0219i for\u021ba de atrac\u021bie
\na unuia fa\u021b\u0103 de cel\u0103lalt este at\u00e2t de mare
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t nici aburul respira\u021biei
\npropria lumin\u0103 nu ne pot p\u0103r\u0103si
\n\u0219i de aceea oamenii ne v\u0103d
\nca pe dou\u0103 g\u0103uri negre
\nuitate \u00een via\u021b\u0103
\nuna \u00een via\u021ba celeilalte.<\/p>\n
\ndin ora\u0219ul care a r\u0103mas aproape la fel
\nlumini minerale
\ncl\u0103diri de birouri peste
\ncare \u00eentunericul se las\u0103
\ncu un ritual gigantic
\na mai ap\u0103rut un salon de masaj nevrotic
\nun cabinet de consiliere limfatic\u0103
\na mai disp\u0103rut o libr\u0103rie
\noamenii str\u0103zii au c\u0103p\u0103tat maximum de simultaneitate
\nodat\u0103 cu tine
\ntrec pragul o durere persistent\u0103 \u00een piept
\n\u0219i un \u021biuit \u00een urechi
\nobiectele dispar
\npe r\u00e2nd
\nnereu\u0219ind s\u0103-\u0219i fixeze dimensiunile
\n\u00eentr-o alt\u0103 semantic\u0103
\npodeaua se acoper\u0103 cu o ninsoare deas\u0103
\neste dificil cu o astfel de punere \u00een scen\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu-\u021bi treac\u0103 prin minte
\nc\u0103 nu e\u0219ti altceva dec\u00e2t aplica\u021bia
\ncare se upgradeaz\u0103 zi de zi
\n\u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 mimeze c\u00e2t mai conving\u0103tor
\nfericirea
\n\u00een interior dezintegrarea este con\u0219tient\u0103
\n\u0219i absolut\u0103.<\/p>\n
\neste s\u0103 \u00eencepi un poem
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ai idee
\ndespre ce vei scrie
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii la ce s\u0103 te a\u0219tep\u021bi
\npe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce literele
\nsemnele de punctua\u021bie
\nse succed unele altora
\ns\u0103 \u00eencepi s\u0103 scrii pur \u0219i simplu
\nf\u0103r\u0103 g\u00e2ndul c\u0103
\npoate acest poem va \u00eensemna startul
\ncelui de-al treilea razboi mondial
\nlocul de odihn\u0103 ve\u0219nic\u0103 al unui veteran din Afghanistan
\nori poate la fel ca universul
\nva continua s\u0103 se extind\u0103
\ns\u0103 se tot extind\u0103
\ns\u0103 se umfle
\nca un cadavru \u00een crematoriu
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi va exploda \u00een fa\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i vei realiza c\u0103 nu te po\u021bi salva
\nnu po\u021bi \u00eenota
\n\u00een m\u0103runtaiele
\nacestui neant
\ndespre care habar n-aveai c\u0103 vei scrie.<\/p>\n
\ncare strig\u0103 #rezist
\nn trupul meu
\nse discut\u0103 \u0219i se fumeaz\u0103
\nse face schimb de idei
\nproletare, corporatiste
\nvreau s\u0103 strig
\ndar fumul \u00eemi arde g\u00e2tlejul
\ncobor din 85
\nam ajuns la gara de nord
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n aici \u201cla coloane\u201c
\na\u0219tept s\u0103 vii
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 vezi
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 sim\u021bi ca pe o sut\u0103 de mii de oameni
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenve\u021bi mersul pe \u0219inele de tren abandonate
\np\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, studiez st\u00e2lpii din gar\u0103
\ncump\u0103r un covrig cu susan
\no femeie m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 ceva
\n\u00eemi cer scuze \u0219i \u00eei spun c\u0103 nu am \u00een\u021beles.
\n\u201cvrei oral sau c\u0103\u021bele\u0219te?\u201c
\n\u00een trupul meu
\no sut\u0103 de mii de oameni brusc amu\u021besc
\ndintr-odat\u0103 s-a instalat vidul
\n\u0219i abia acum v\u0103d
\ngara e-o vast\u0103 camer\u0103 goal\u0103
\n\u00een care cei c\u00e2\u021biva c\u0103l\u0103tori de la casele de bilete
\nsunt vagi umbre pe unul din peroane
\nPaler fumeaz\u0103 \u021bigar\u0103 electronic\u0103
\nprive\u0219te o cobr\u0103 \u00een ochi z\u00e2mbind
\npoart\u0103 ceas de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nc\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 \u00een carouri
\niar la picioarele sale st\u0103 o valiz\u0103 grea
\nde m\u00e2nerul c\u0103reia sunt ag\u0103\u021bate baloane colorate
\nm\u0103 simt din nou ca o sut\u0103 de mii de oameni
\nto\u021bi la un loc fredoneaz\u0103 melodii din filme vechi
\na\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te
\nse calc\u0103 \u00een picioare s\u0103 te \u00eent\u00e2mpine c\u00e2nd vii.<\/p>\n
\nde mu\u0219c\u0103turi de c\u00e2ine
\n\u00een \u00eentuneric, limpezimea lucrurilor
\nmotiv serios s\u0103 fii gelos
\nca \u00eentr-un joc de curling
\nluminile ora\u0219ului
\npietre \u00eendelung
\nlustruite \u00eentre palme
\nalunec\u0103 pe culoarele min\u021bii
\n\u00eentuneric ro\u0219u
\n\u00eentuneric albastru
\n\u00eentuneric ro\u0219u
\n\u00eentuneric albastru
\nschelet dantelat \u0219i singur
\ncasa poporului
\nprin toamn\u0103 trece
\nm\u00e2na mea \u021binut\u0103
\ndoar de cealalt\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103 a mea.<\/p>\n
\nplimb telecomanda dintr-o m\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u00een alta
\nca un cu\u021bitar
\ncare se preg\u0103te\u0219te s\u0103 loveasc\u0103
\nlumina albastr\u0103 a televizorului
\nstr\u0103punge retina
\n\u00een cap culorile
\nse alearg\u0103 \u00eentre ele
\napoi erup.
\nse lovesc de pere\u021bi
\nse \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie
\n\u00een mii de sc\u00e2ntei umede
\ncare au chipurile actorilor cinematografului francez
\nitalian
\n\u00een mijlocul camerei
\no stea \u00een papuci de cas\u0103
\nfumeaz\u0103 \u021bigar\u0103 dup\u0103 \u021bigar\u0103
\na\u0219ezat\u0103 turce\u0219te pe claia de sc\u00e2ntei
\n\u00eemi trimite semnale de fum
\nnevr\u00e2nd s\u0103 strice
\nlini\u0219tea pe care ai l\u0103sat-o \u00een urma ta
\n\u0219i pe care \u00eenc\u0103 o aud
\n\u00een acest vast de\u0219ert de carbon care m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nmi-am aprins \u021bigara
\nam \u00eenchis cartea.
\nparcul \u00eenc\u0103 doarme dus.
\ne nefiresc s\u0103 te ui\u021bi dup\u0103 femei
\nat\u00e2t de diminea\u021b\u0103
\nspune o femeie rotofeie
\nunui lucr\u0103tor la salubritate.
\nr\u00e2njetul lui e verde
\nmersul ei, cheie.
\nmelc gigantic
\ntimpul se t\u00e2r\u00e2ie pe \u0219inele de tramvai.
\nferestrele sale mate
\nnu te las\u0103 s\u0103 vezi pe cine duce \u0219i unde.
\n\u00een urm lui \u00eencepe s\u0103 ning\u0103.
\nalerg s\u0103 str\u00e2ng c\u00e2\u021biva fulgi
\ncu care s\u0103 umplu perna realit\u0103\u021bii.
\n\u00eenc\u0103 mai sper \u00eentr-un somn bun.<\/p>\n
\nstelele caut\u0103 reazem
\nluminile ora\u0219ului sclipesc
\nmorman de oase-n de\u0219ert.
\nsimt cum \u00een mine
\ndin mor\u021bi se treze\u0219te
\nun altul
\n\u0219i p\u0103\u0219e\u0219te descul\u021b \u00een umbra ta.<\/p>\n
\n\u00een mijlocul ora\u0219ului
\nma\u0219inile toate
\ns-au \u00eentors
\ncu ro\u021bile-n sus:
\ncu urechile ciulite
\nascult\u0103
\ncum melcul
\nie\u0219ind din p\u0103dure
\n\u00ee\u0219i izbe\u0219te coarnele de v\u00e2rfurile copacilor.<\/p>\n
\no ap\u0103
\nun mort pe care luminile ora\u0219ului
\n\u00eel scot la suprafa\u021b\u0103.
\nfocuri de artificii
\npetarde
\nun om f\u0103r\u0103 ad\u0103post
\ns\u0103rb\u0103tore\u0219te nunta de aur
\ncu propriile escare.
\nzgomotul ploii
\nfilosofie ce recunoa\u0219te
\n\u00eenceputul \u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219itul a tot ce exist\u0103.
\npunct de vedere
\n\u00een noaptea ce nu suport\u0103 metafore \u0219i compara\u021bii
\nmirosul electricit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n
\npe locurile lor
\nomul care de\u021bine secretul
\naranjeaz\u0103 tacticos \u00eenapoi \u00een serviet\u0103
\numbrele copacilor
\nultimul tramvai trece
\nrece
\nnimic \u00een plus de spus
\nnimic de uitat
\ndoar ne roadem unghiile
\nprivind cerul de ciment
\nav\u00e2nd imbecila iluzie c\u0103 putem fi ferici\u021bi ast\u0103-sear\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nodat\u0103 cu bucata de covor
\nde la intrare
\ncu zgomotul cheilor v\u00e2r\u00e2te \u00een broasc\u0103
\nsau poate c\u0103 a \u00eenceput totu\u0219i de la acel c\u00e2ine
\ncare z\u0103cea lovit \u00een mijlocul str\u0103zii
\ncu imaginea pantofilor f\u0103r\u0103 \u0219ireturi ai st\u0103p\u00e2nului
\nsuspendat\u0103 pe retin\u0103
\n\u0219i continu\u0103 cu felul \u00een care
\numbrele-ipoteze insuficiente
\nalunec\u0103 peste pachetul de \u021big\u0103ri
\nl\u0103sat pe mas\u0103
\npe marginea unui pahar pr\u0103fuit de lipsa oric\u0103rui argument
\napoi
\nde pe pere\u021bii buc\u0103t\u0103riei
\nse scufund\u0103 \u00een chiuvet\u0103.
\nDispari\u021bia lor merit\u0103
\ntoat\u0103 aten\u021bia:
\nse \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00eentre
\nclipa c\u00e2nd durerea devine t\u0103cut\u0103
\n\u0219i secunda \u00een care
\no femeie se a\u0219az\u0103 pe scaun
\n\u0219i bate la ma\u0219ina de scris \u00eent\u00e2ia liter\u0103
\nnegru pe alb.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n