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s\u0103 zicem<\/strong><\/p>\n s\u0103 zicem c\u0103 suntem calmi nu dispera\u021bi s\u0103 zicem c\u0103 ai terminat de citit toate r\u00e2ndurile de mai sus s\u0103 zicem c\u0103 cimentul s-a uscat \u00eentr-o form\u0103 de fluture<\/p>\n <\/p>\n paharul cu vin<\/strong><\/p>\n eu zic s\u0103 mai pui un pahar cu vin pe mas\u0103 eu zic s\u0103 fr\u0103m\u00e2n\u021bi un trandafir de petale tu spui c\u0103-i u\u0219or s\u0103 treci fugind pragul po\u0219ta\u0219ul nu trece nici azi pe aici <\/p>\n secretul<\/strong><\/p>\n se aude n\u0103prasnic v\u00e2ntul pe coast\u0103 <\/p>\n povara<\/strong><\/p>\n m-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een josul r\u00e2ului cu un prieten <\/p>\n mergi \u0219i azi…<\/strong><\/p>\n mergi \u0219i azi pe unde ai mers ieri …mergi \u0219i azi pe unde ai mers ieri f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u021bi dai seama c\u0103 ai ajuns la cap\u0103t de mai multe ori<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan – NIG – Florida<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" <\/p>\n <\/p>\n s\u0103 zicem<\/strong><\/p>\n s\u0103 zicem c\u0103 sunte…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[30,28],"tags":[],"coauthors":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-yE","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148"}],"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=2148"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2153,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2148\/revisions\/2153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2148"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nc\u0103 suntem iubitori nu exaspera\u021bi
\ns\u0103 zicem c\u0103 pe strad\u0103 nu e h\u0103rm\u0103laie
\nci o muzic\u0103 din lir\u0103 c\u00e2ntat\u0103 zeilor
\niar noi suntem at\u00e2t de cura\u021bi c\u0103 o auzim \u00eentocmai
\ns\u0103 zicem c\u0103 nu a murit nimeni de b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be
\n\u0219i nici de foame sau prin r\u0103zboaie
\ns\u0103 zicem c\u0103 am uitat ce-am scris mai sus
\niar acum suntem doar ni\u0219te nebuni cu z\u00e2mbetul larg deschis
\nc\u0103 ne deschidem bra\u021bele \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103m ceva de genul tra la la tra la la
\nc\u0103 primim flori de la al\u021bii care au primit flori \u00eenaintea noastr\u0103
\n\u0219i c\u00e2nd obosim de-at\u00e2ta z\u00e2mbit
\nc\u00e2ntat
\npupat
\njucat
\niubit
\nne aplec\u0103m \u0219i ridic\u0103m o sticl\u0103 de t\u0103rie de pe trotuar
\no punem la gur\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenghi\u021bim cu poft\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 amor\u021be\u0219te limba
\nfacem doi pa\u0219i mai la dreapta ori mai la st\u00e2nga
\nne ridic\u0103m pu\u021bin pe v\u00e2rful picioarelor
\n\u0219i rupem un m\u0103r ro\u0219u dintr-un m\u0103r plin cu mere
\n\u00eel m\u00e2nc\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 la cotor \u0219i-l arunc\u0103m civilizat peste gardul \u00eenalt al primarului<\/p>\n
\nte dai jos din pat \u0219i rupi ziarul
\nspargi televizorul
\n\u00ee\u021bi bagi picioarele \u00een apa m\u0103rii dup\u0103 ce-ai condus cu z\u00e2mbetul pe buze
\ndup\u0103 aia mergi s\u0103 ridici banii c\u00e2\u0219tiga\u021bi la loteria na\u021bional\u0103
\n\u00ee\u021bi cumperi o cas\u0103
\no pisic\u0103
\nun c\u00e2ine
\naranjezi cele 4 dormitoare
\nfixezi o mas\u0103 \u0219i-o umbrel\u0103 \u00een curtea din spate
\nte lunge\u0219ti pe scaun \u0219i admiri pere\u021bii
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi dai seama c\u0103 nu \u021bi-ai dat seama p\u00e2n\u0103 acum
\nc\u00e2t de mult spa\u021biu a r\u0103mas de umplut \u00eentre gardul viu \u0219i locul de parcare<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 ai preg\u0103tite c\u00e2teva cuvinte de dragoste
\n\u0219i ceva dulce dac\u0103 ai prin cas\u0103
\nn-ar strica o lum\u00e2nare ro\u0219ie ori alb\u0103
\niar \u00een ochi s\u0103 ai lacrimi de fericire
\nridurile s\u0103 le trimi\u021bi o vreme la plimbare
\nspune-le c\u0103-n port se d\u0103 gratis acadele cu gust de migdale<\/p>\n
\npe hol la intrare
\nun tablou pictat \u00een culori fericite s\u0103 pui pe perete
\npoate cel din var\u0103
\nspune-i c\u0103-i un cadou venit de prin stele
\nori spune-i c\u0103 preferi s\u0103 o scalzi \u00een miere
\n\u0219i-atunci c\u00e2nd amintirea \u00ee\u021bi va p\u0103\u0219i \u00een cas\u0103
\ncu tine copil la pieptu-i z\u00e2mbind
\nadu-\u021bi aminte c\u0103 vremea-i frumoas\u0103
\nc\u0103 timpul e scurt
\n\u0219i tot ce-\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een suflet
\nde-l pui pe mas\u0103
\ncuprinde paharul acela cu vin<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 cercul iubirii cuprins te-a r\u0103mas
\n\u0219i bra\u021bul te roag\u0103 s\u0103-i po\u021bi m\u0103sura
\npetala prea alb\u0103 din t\u00e2mpla noastr\u0103<\/p>\n
\nfurtuna se zbate de st\u00e2nci
\nparc\u0103 pl\u00e2nge
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n s\u0103 mai scriu dou\u0103 r\u00e2nduri apoi
\nmai pun un pahar cu-acel vin \u00eentre noi<\/p>\n
\npietrele lucesc de-at\u00e2tea valuri care vin zilnic s\u0103 le loveasc\u0103
\niar femeia alb\u0103 umbl\u0103 descul\u021b\u0103 \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103
\ns\u0103 adune alge \u0219i scoici
\npescarul o prive\u0219te din barca veche
\nuneori pescarul desface scrisori dintr-o desag\u0103 cusut\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nle cite\u0219te senin
\ndin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd ia o gur\u0103 zdrav\u0103n\u0103 din berea bogwater
\nneteze\u0219te scrisorile cu podul palmei noduroase \u0219i le pune cumva
\nprivind \u00een jur b\u0103nuitor
\n\u00een buzunarul de la hain\u0103
\nun oftat plute\u0219te peste ei
\nca o resemnare a tinere\u021bii de mult\u0103 vreme plecat\u0103
\ndar am\u00e2ndoi \u0219tiu
\nc\u0103 \u00een sufletul lor sunt copii
\niar via\u021ba ca o viclean\u0103 le ascunde lumii de dincolo de coast\u0103
\nca o parabol\u0103
\niubirea ce-i leag\u0103<\/p>\n
\nalegea pietre \u0219i le b\u0103ga-n buzunare
\nl-am \u00eentrebat ce face \u00een timp ce-am \u00eenceput s\u0103 adun \u0219i eu pietre
\n\u0219i s\u0103 le \u00eendes \u00een buzunare
\nmi-a spus c\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i plimba c\u00e2inele prin cartier
\n\u0219i deodat\u0103 a petrecut cu privirea toat\u0103 lumea gr\u0103bit\u0103 s\u0103 plece la job
\n\u0219i pa\u0219ii lui au petrecut pa\u0219ii lor
\nc\u00e2inele s-a oprit \u0219i a privit \u00een ochii lui petrecu\u021bi peste ceilal\u021bi
\n\u00eenghesuind sub el un l\u0103trat nedumerit de plecarea st\u0103p\u00e2nului
\n\u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 erau ace\u0219ti oameni gr\u0103bi\u021bi
\ndar azi…
\nazi le-a sim\u021bit via\u021ba cu gust de s\u00e2nge albastru care le fierbea prin piele
\n\u0219i-a adunat puterile \u0219i a plecat gr\u0103bit spre r\u00e2ul Liffey
\nadun\u00e2nd pietricele
\nzicea el c\u0103 nu poate duce \u00een spinare povara acelei lumi
\n\u0219i nici arsura pa\u0219ilor r\u0103ma\u0219i \u00een urma lor n-o poate stinge
\nc\u0103 pietrele lui sunt magice chiar de mintea pare nebun\u0103
\ns\u0103 crezi c\u0103 po\u021bi duce sau ierta ori \u00een\u021belege o lume
\nconstruind o povar\u0103 a lor doar pentru tine<\/p>\n
\nauzi ce-ai mai auzit
\nrabzi ce-ai mai r\u0103bdat
\nr\u00e2zi incon\u0219tient sau din instinct, dar poate nu-\u021bi place s\u0103 r\u00e2zi
\nnici s\u0103 por\u021bi rochia cu s\u00e2nii la vedere
\nnu-\u021bi place s\u0103-\u021bi dai cu oja ro\u0219ie
\nnu-\u021bi plac nici pantofii cu toc
\npl\u00e2ngi ce-ai pl\u00e2ns \u0219i ce nu ai pl\u00e2ns
\npui o ran\u0103 \u00een plus
\npui un cent \u00een cutia ta ascuns\u0103
\npui din vopseaua de p\u0103r expirat\u0103 peste p\u0103rul tocit de culoarea nucilor verzi
\npui \u00eenc\u0103 un cartof la fiert
\n\u0219i rabzi
\nsupor\u021bi amintirile din copil\u0103ria ta nedreapt\u0103
\nc\u0103 frecai pre\u0219urile cu peria
\nc\u0103 fierbeai ap\u0103 \u00eentr-o oal\u0103 de 5 kilograme \u00een fiecare sear\u0103
\nc\u0103 mergeai de diminea\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 stai cu butelia o zi \u00eentreag\u0103
\nc\u0103 te \u00eempingeai la aceea\u0219i coad\u0103 la carne, ulei, zah\u0103r
\ncu aceia\u0219i oameni de la lapte
\n\u00ee\u021bi aduci aminte de \u00eenghe\u021bata aia bun\u0103
\nde guma \u00een form\u0103 de \u021bigar\u0103
\n\u00ee\u021bi aduci aminte de coada de la gaz sau aia de la p\u00e2ine
\n\u00ee\u021bi aduci aminte de biseric\u0103
\nde coliva pe care o primeai \u00een palm\u0103
\nde ve\u0219nica pomenire \u0219i de acela\u0219i pl\u00e2ns al mamei
\n\u00ee\u021bi aduci aminte de prima b\u0103taie
\natunci c\u00e2nd un oarecare s-a apropiat de tine \u0219i a zis ceva ur\u00e2t de tine
\nde mama sau de tata
\nde sor\u0103 sau de frate
\nai vrut s\u0103 dai \u00een el, dar n-ai putut
\n\u00een schimb ai primit un pumn \u00een stomac
\nai c\u0103zut \u00een praf f\u0103r\u0103 aer
\n\u00eencercai s\u0103 respiri, s\u0103 te ridici, dar dracu \u0219tie de ce nu puteai
\nde ce nu \u00eencercai s\u0103 fii mai r\u0103u ca \u0103la care te-a lovit?
\npentru c\u0103 erai altceva
\nun str\u0103in
\nun ciudat
\nerai copilul f\u0103r\u0103 fra\u021bi
\nerai copilul orfan
\nerai copilul cu vacan\u021bele de la cozile comuniste
\nerai copilul care adormea spun\u00e2nd \u201e\u00eenger \u00eengera\u0219ul meu…\u201d pentru c\u0103-i era foame
\npentru c\u0103-i era dor
\npentru c\u0103-i nu-i era ru\u0219ine s\u0103-i fie, s\u0103 nu-i fie, s\u0103 nu aib\u0103, ori s\u0103 aib\u0103 mai mult dec\u00e2t putea duce
\na\u0219a \u00een hainele lui rupte
\na\u0219a \u00een nop\u021bile lui reci<\/p>\n<\/p>\n