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Fiecare vede altceva<\/strong><\/p>\n ea culegea, ea \u00ee\u015fi apropia nevrednice cuvinte abia <\/p>\n Posibil<\/strong><\/p>\n dou\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri dou\u0103 flori dou\u0103 m\u00e2ini dou\u0103 lum\u00e2n\u0103ri dou\u0103 chipuri dou\u0103 suflete foarte posibil ca noi <\/p>\n \u00cent\u00e2lnirea<\/strong><\/p>\n trupul t\u0103u iese gr\u0103bit este o diminea\u0163\u0103 sticloas\u0103, <\/p>\n De la unu la cinci<\/strong><\/p>\n trupul le era nimeni nu avea voie s\u0103 plece cu m\u00e2ini de p\u0103m\u00e2nt iar umbrele curgeau <\/p>\n Ceva nu este \u00een regul\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n ceva nu este \u00een regul\u0103 chipul \u00ee\u0163i st\u0103 \u00eentors spre locul acum chiar pari singur\u0103 – iar ast\u0103zi, uite, <\/p>\n B\u0103tr\u00e2na cu chibrituri<\/strong><\/p>\n b\u0103tr\u00e2na avea un apartament b\u0103tr\u00e2na l\u0103sa c\u00e2te un chibrit era o num\u0103r\u0103toare din care era ca o rezec\u0163ie a stomacului, <\/p>\n Sub un anume soare<\/strong><\/p>\n singurul lui prieten cu grij\u0103 \u00eel uda, atunci i-a vorbit f\u0103r\u0103 timp, <\/p>\n Despre importan\u0163a mi\u015fc\u0103rii \u00een sine<\/strong><\/p>\n schimb\u0103toarele forme ale norilor astfel \u00eentre noi cre\u015fteau aburi \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na ne \u00eenghi\u0163ea dorin\u0163ele tot \u00eenv\u0103\u0163am s\u0103 p\u0103\u015fim prin nisip doi, \u00eentr-un \u015fir de orbi, <\/p>\n Amfitrionul<\/strong><\/p>\n pentru c\u0103 devenise albastru soarele cu nori galbeni sta acoperit, acela\u015fi ritual de unsprezece ori, <\/p>\n Amuletele<\/strong><\/p>\n casa sc\u0103rii din bloc, cald\u0103, plin\u0103 Ceva ce nu \u015ftie nimeni<\/strong><\/p>\n s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit pe sc\u0103ri, \u00eentre etaje: apoi degetele li s-au atins bra\u0163ele li s-au \u00eentrep\u0103truns, corpurile lor au devenit unul dup\u0103 un timp, <\/p>\n G\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n o senza\u0163ie u\u015foar\u0103 cum apele str\u00e2nse o senza\u0163ie u\u015foar\u0103 <\/p>\n Prin s\u00e2nge \u015fi alb se las\u0103 por\u0163i deschis<\/strong>e<\/p>\n \u00cenainte de s\u0103rb\u0103tori apar\u0163in\u0103torii de tine Desigur, nu exist\u0103 locuri de parcare, Apar\u0163in\u0103torii m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie orice cu privirea Doar cei f\u0103r\u0103 somn, care citesc \u00een Braille, <\/p>\n Poveste din ora\u015ful c\u00e2t un cartier al altui ora\u015f<\/strong><\/p>\n o iubea ca \u015fi cum p\u0103rul lui alb i-ar fi cuprins n\u0103\u015fteau \u0163\u0103rmuri de mare din ochii ei ei, am\u00e2ndoi, \u00ee\u015fi aminteau furtuna puternic\u0103 acum ea p\u0103rea chiar z\u0103pada ce se a\u015fezase peste toat\u0103 \u00eel iubea ca \u015fi cum p\u0103rul i-ar fi m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat \u015fi tuns, <\/p>\n Anun\u0163<\/strong><\/p>\n v\u00e2nd pom de Cr\u0103ciun <\/p>\n Despre noi<\/strong><\/p>\n uneori alegem s\u0103 comunic\u0103m prin t\u0103cere, semnele lor spun c\u0103 diminea\u0163a continu\u0103 \u00eencet s\u0103 dispar\u0103, da, uneori alegem s\u0103 comunic\u0103m prin t\u0103cere, <\/p>\n Fresca<\/strong><\/p>\n ora\u015ful \u00een care niciodat\u0103 iar ea uitase complet acolo z\u0103bovise un timp devenise o minunat\u0103 fresc\u0103 <\/p>\n Despre gloria zilelor \u00een care mori<\/strong><\/p>\n odat\u0103 a z\u0103rit de atunci tr\u0103ie\u015fte altfel <\/p>\n Ie\u015firea din lume<\/strong><\/p>\n \u015fi eu sunt parc\u0103 era Laz\u0103r <\/p>\n Observa\u0163ie<\/strong><\/p>\n ziua de azi cei din jur a\u015fa c\u0103 leap\u0103d\u0103 ziua ce vine doar a\u015fa o s\u0103 te po\u0163i desprinde c\u00e2nd se uit\u0103 la tine<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Revenirea la \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015fare<\/strong><\/p>\n mai \u00eent\u00e2i senza\u0163iile, destul, zici tu, \u00eentr-o zi, frumo\u015fi cei umplu\u0163i cu s\u00e2nge din jurul t\u0103u, tot vin \u015fi \u00ee\u0163i \u00eemprumut\u0103 ca s\u0103 \u00een\u0163elegi odat\u0103 c\u00e2nd te scurgi \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt, Fiecare vede altceva<\/strong><\/p>\n ea culegea,
\nunul c\u00e2te unul,
\nsemne aflate pe coli de h\u00e2rtie;
\nera o var\u0103 calm\u0103 \u015fi lucid\u0103,
\nblazoane nobiliare
\np\u0103reau c\u0103 str\u0103juiau geamurile
\nprin care discret lumea se privea;<\/p>\n
\nfotografia lui \u015fi o netezea
\ncu acurate\u0163e \u015fi pasiune,
\nca s-o cure\u0163e de timp;
\nc-o privire spart\u0103 o admira,
\nb\u00e2jb\u00e2ind dup\u0103 tandre\u0163e \u00eencet
\n\u00eenl\u0103untrul ei trecea;<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 pluteau pe aici,
\nrecompuse din semnele
\nde pe acele scrisori;
\nsenza\u0163ia pe care o numea via\u0163\u0103
\nera din ce \u00een ce mai puternic\u0103,
\nel din ea se ivea<\/p>\n
\nie\u015find din farurile unei ma\u015fini,<\/p>\n
\nie\u015find din ochii unei p\u0103s\u0103ri,<\/p>\n
\nie\u015find din tulpina unei flori,<\/p>\n
\nie\u015find din palma unei m\u00e2ini,<\/p>\n
\nie\u015find din flac\u0103ra unei lum\u00e2n\u0103ri,<\/p>\n
\nie\u015find din masca unui chip;<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 ne fi v\u0103zut pe noi<\/p>\n
\ndintr-o oglind\u0103
\n\u015fi pleac\u0103 pe str\u0103zile gri,
\no punte de cea\u0163\u0103 trece u\u015for,
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r \u015fi viu este;
\nnimic altceva \u00een jurul lui
\ndec\u00e2t spatele oamenilor
\nce alearg\u0103 undeva,
\nnimic altceva cu tine
\ndec\u00e2t sur\u00e2sul;
\nc\u00e2\u0163iva limac\u015fi
\nunduie spre un loc
\ndoar de ei \u015ftiut,
\ncerul,
\nb\u00e2ntuit de zgomotul ciorilor,
\nse clatin\u0103 pu\u0163in;<\/p>\n
\nto\u0163i par ni\u015fte psihopa\u0163i,
\nvenele hainelor tale
\nsunt at\u00e2t de evidente,
\nfarurile se chinuie
\ns\u0103 orbeasc\u0103 alte faruri
\n\u00een timp ce mici lum\u00e2n\u0103ri albe
\nurc\u0103 spre cer;
\ntu \u00ee\u0163i continui \u00eens\u0103 decis\u0103 mersul,
\ne\u015fti o teribil\u0103 ma\u015fin\u0103 de r\u0103zboi,
\najungi la lucru,
\n\u00eencepe imediat s\u0103 miroas\u0103
\na piele ars\u0103,
\npapiloamele mele virale
\nn-au nicio \u015fans\u0103
\ncu tine;<\/p>\n
\ntimp dat de Dumnezeu,<\/p>\n
\ndin nimeni,
\naceasta era regula jocului;<\/p>\n
\nscriau despre
\n\u00eentunericul \u015fi lumina
\nce \u00eei locuia;<\/p>\n
\npe formele din jur,
\napoi intrau \u00een ei:
\n\u015fi c\u0103p\u0103tau via\u0163\u0103,
\n\u015fi c\u0103p\u0103tau moarte<\/p>\n
\ncu aceast\u0103 privire, draga mea,
\nochii mei o \u00eent\u00e2lnesc \u015fi pe dat\u0103
\nnu mai pot s\u0103 fie cu tine<\/p>\n
\nunde trecutul \u00eenc\u0103 exist\u0103,
\nunde sunt str\u00e2nse toate cuvintele
\nce le st\u00e2lceai \u00een copil\u0103rie,
\nunde nimicul are pre\u0163ul s\u0103u,
\nm\u0103surat \u00een ani de tot felul<\/p>\n
\ndoar felinare cu trupuri \u00eemprejur,
\n\u00eengr\u0103dind discretul trecut
\nc\u00e2nd stam fiecare la o alt\u0103 fereastr\u0103
\n\u015fi ne uram dragostea,
\n\u015fi practicam exerci\u0163ii de uitare<\/p>\n
\nam risipit deja o m\u00e2n\u0103 de cuvinte
\n\u015fi degeaba, ceva nu este \u00een regul\u0103
\ncu aceast\u0103 privire a a ta,
\nochii mei nu pot s\u0103 o cuprind\u0103,
\nochii mei nu se mai pot \u00eenchide<\/p>\n
\ndecomandat, cu dou\u0103 camere;
\nzilnic \u00eel str\u0103b\u0103tea
\nsingur\u0103, cu o cutie de chibrituri \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103,
\ntrupul intrare de pe\u015fter\u0103 \u00eei era \u015fi,
\n\u00eentr-o hemoragie de negru,
\numbra ei curgea \u00een jur f\u0103r\u0103 oprire,<\/p>\n
\nla fiecare drum, pe o m\u0103su\u0163\u0103;
\n\u00eenainta mereu, cl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-se,
\n\u00een paza bun\u0103 a supravie\u0163uirii,
\nca un mecanism autoprogramat,
\nmereu, nu obosea, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce
\ncutia de chibrituri se golea, toat\u0103,<\/p>\n
\nie\u015fea tot mai \u00eempu\u0163inat\u0103,<\/p>\n
\nputem tr\u0103i \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103<\/p>\n
\nera un trandafir japonez
\ncare nu se sim\u0163ea deloc bine;
\nlui \u00eei povestea despre umbrele
\nce tr\u0103iau pe acoperi\u015furi,
\ndespre mormintele cunoscu\u0163ilor s\u0103i –
\nr\u0103ni p\u0103r\u0103site –
\n\u015fi despre ea,
\ncare ie\u015fise din gura unui diavol;<\/p>\n
\nla r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 \u00eei a\u015feza coji de banane
\n\u015fi ultimele sale buc\u0103\u0163i de tinere\u0163e,
\ndar trandafirul avea frunzele c\u0103zute
\n\u015fi nu dorea deloc s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103;<\/p>\n
\ndespre \u0163estoasele \u00een zbor –
\nultimul proiect al lui Br\u00e2ncu\u015fi –
\ndespre acele lans\u0103ri de carte
\nce sf\u00e2r\u015feau greoi \u00een agape
\n\u015fi despre ie\u015firea din horoscop
\nce \u00eei a\u015ftepta;
\n\u00eentre transperantele de la geamuri,
\nascuns\u0103, lumina \u00eei veghea;<\/p>\n
\npe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce boala cre\u015ftea,
\ncomunicau tot mai bine,
\nel u\u015for se l\u0103sa str\u0103puns de verde,
\nprietenul s\u0103u \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a suav s\u0103 p\u0103\u015feasc\u0103<\/p>\n
\nimitau
\nschimb\u0103toarele noastre trupuri,<\/p>\n
\nalbi, de cincizeci \u015fi dou\u0103 de feluri,<\/p>\n
\npornite \u00eentr-o voioas\u0103 avalan\u015f\u0103,<\/p>\n
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a l\u0103sa urme, cu bun\u0103 tehnic\u0103,<\/p>\n
\nce caut\u0103 \u00een genunchi,
\nprintre cioburi de sticl\u0103,
\nschimb\u0103toarele forme ale norilor<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi-a dorit o s\u0103rb\u0103toare, afar\u0103
\nera senin \u015fi soare, a luat masa
\npentru dou\u0103sprezece persoane,
\nfericit a desf\u0103cut-o, cu tact,
\na \u00eempodobit-o cu farfurii, serve\u0163ele,
\npahare, \u00een mijloc platoul sem\u0103na
\ncu un \u015farpe \u00eencol\u0103cit, vegheat de
\nconfortabile scaune cu negre sp\u0103tare;<\/p>\n
\nbucatele erau destule, sunetele din jur
\np\u0103reau tot mai mult ap\u0103 curg\u0103toare \u015fi
\ntot ce atingeau se transforma \u00een umbre,
\numbre \u00eenchise \u00een discretul palat, destins
\nse sim\u0163ea, \u00eembr\u0103cat de gal\u0103, cu destul\u0103
\nfervoare, \u00een dreptul unui scaun a venit,
\na toastat, gustat, a\u015fteptat, apoi pe un
\nalt scaun s-a a\u015fezat \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 pe unul;<\/p>\n
\nafar\u0103 se pornise grozav\u0103 ninsoare
\ndin norii ce p\u0103ruser\u0103 sori, de-acum
\nchiar nimeni nu ar mai fi putut
\nveni, a mers spre ultimul scaun,
\ndin cap\u0103tul mesei \u015fi tron\u00e2nd acolo,
\ngazd\u0103 a umbrelor rotitoare, c-un
\naer de sihastru, a r\u0103mas \u00eempietrit,
\n\u00eempietrit \u015fi albastru<\/p>\n
\nde cute, g\u0103zduie\u015fte \u00eentre
\npere\u0163i o cutie neagr\u0103 de carton;
\nea,
\ncea care a adus-o, st\u0103 acum ascuns\u0103
\n\u00een partea curat\u0103 a g\u00e2ndului;
\ncuprins
\nde griji, de\u015fertul nop\u0163ii va
\ntrebui s\u0103 str\u0103bat p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd umbra mea
\numbra ei va cuprinde, ne\u00eencetat,
\nvor fi
\nfl\u0103c\u0103ri atunci, \u00een mistuire bl\u00e2nd\u0103,
\ndoar a\u015fa vom uita rostul cutiei, porunca
\nde-a abandona \u00een ea toate visele ce ne compun:
\nvisul din epiderm\u0103, visul din mu\u015fchi
\n\u015fi os, visul din s\u00e2nge \u015fi visul pornit
\ndin sistemul nervos
\ncutia vorbelor
\nprecis \u00eencrustate va g\u0103zdui fotografii
\nuitate, este \u0163inta ei \u015fi to\u0163i se vor
\nschimba, bolnavi de laringit\u0103 vor fi,
\nvor afla cum este s\u0103 fii mut, c\u0103ci din
\ncutie vor erupe \u015firuri lungi de silabe,
\ndac\u0103
\nvor fi ro\u015fii, galbene, albastre vom
\n\u015fti imediat c\u0103 e iarn\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103rb\u0103toare, dac\u0103
\nvor fi verzi \u015fi albastre vom afla c\u0103 este
\nvar\u0103, afar\u0103 vom ie\u015fi din casa sc\u0103rii ca
\ndintr-o cutie a milei, s\u0103n\u0103to\u015fi, vom fi acei
\nnoroco\u015fi
\ncare se pot \u0163ine de m\u00e2n\u0103, totodat\u0103
\nvom folosi celorlal\u0163i \u00eempreun\u0103,
\nca dou\u0103 amulete, de care nu vrei
\nnu po\u0163i
\ns\u0103 te despar\u0163i
\nvreodat\u0103<\/p>\n
\n,,spune \u0219i tu c\u0103 e\u015fti frumoas\u0103\u2019\u2019, a zis el,<\/p>\n
\nn\u0103sc\u00e2nd un foc de artificii,<\/p>\n
\niar stelu\u0163ele zburau tot mai departe,<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi valul de sc\u00e2ntei urca acum \u00een fuior;<\/p>\n
\ndac\u0103 ai fi trecut pe acolo,
\nai fi ocolit un strat fin de praf
\npe care cineva p\u0103rea
\nc\u0103 scrisese cu degetul\u00a0:
\n,,sunt frumoas\u0103\u2019\u2019<\/p>\n
\no ploaie m\u0103runt\u0103 de toamn\u0103<\/p>\n
\n\u00een forma f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii
\noglindesc cerul de zi
\n\u015fi cerul de noapte
\na\u015fa cer\u015fetorii
\n\u00een pridvorul bisericii
\nreflect\u0103
\ncu oasele lor sub\u0163iri \u015fi reci
\nceea ce suntem<\/p>\n
\no ploaie m\u0103runt\u0103 de toamn\u0103<\/p>\n
\nmerg la sp\u0103l\u0103toria de vise. Doar acolo sunt
\nc\u00e2rpe \u00eembibate cu emo\u0163ii, care pot \u015fterge
\nurmele de triste\u0163e, negre schije risipite
\nprin s\u00e2nge;<\/p>\n
\nfiecare urmeaz\u0103 \u00eencet celuilalt, un \u015fir de
\nv\u00e2rste \u015fi griji care \u015ftie c\u0103 duminicile aici
\nse jupoaie \u015fi trateaz\u0103 piei, \u00een aerul tare
\n\u015fi alb;<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi repet\u0103 mereu ce li s-a spus de acas\u0103:
\n,,Str\u0103lucesc, pentru c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi!\u2019\u2019 –
\nnici nu conteaz\u0103 plata ori discount-ul ce
\nse las\u0103;<\/p>\n
\nsunt \u00eentrista\u0163i la sp\u0103l\u0103toria de vise, c\u0103ci \u015ftiu
\nsecretul fiec\u0103rei s\u0103rb\u0103tori: nimic nu este
\nat\u00e2t de bun pe c\u00e2t crezi, cum make-up-ul pentru
\npor\u0163i deschise<\/p>\n
\nprotector, cu o tandre\u0163e lipsit\u0103 de pudoare, trupul
\npe care mareea timpului tot brodase,<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi cai ce alergau pe nisip av\u00e2nd coame
\npe care nimeni altcineva nu le putea z\u0103ri,<\/p>\n
\nce distrusese casa veche, un peisaj minunat l\u0103sase-n urm\u0103,
\n\u00eenr\u0103mat mai apoi \u00een camera cu zile de var\u0103,<\/p>\n
\nlumea \u00een care se tr\u0103iau \u015fi albul ei ascundea tot
\nceea ce altcineva ar fi putut privi cu triste\u0163e;<\/p>\n
\niar \u00een jurul lor mareea timpului
\nse juca cu formele lucrurilor, se juca;<\/p>\n
\nabies domestica,
\ncu garan\u0163ie de specie,
\n\u00eempodobit,
\npre\u0163 informativ o cincime
\ndin valoarea ini\u0163ial\u0103,
\nnegociabil,
\nnu necesit\u0103 proceduri notariale,
\nnu a fost \u00eenc\u0103 declarat
\nobiect de patrimoniu,
\ncei care sun\u0103
\n\u00een primele zece minute
\nau parte de transport gratuit,
\ndar \u00eenainte
\neu \u015fi cump\u0103r\u0103torul,
\nobligatoriu,
\nvom bea ceva \u00een salonul
\nplin cu baloane \u00een form\u0103 de inim\u0103,
\nacolo unde
\nfe\u0163ele de pe facebook
\nz\u00e2mbesc,
\nc\u00e2nd z\u00e2mbe\u015fti \u015fi tu<\/p>\n
\niar cei mai tari sunt d\u00e2n\u015fii, poe\u0163ii parbrizelor,
\ncei care scriu pe ma\u015finile ninse
\ndin c\u00e2te-o alb\u0103 parcare;<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 ora\u015ful \u00eentr-un sicriu se str\u00e2nge,
\niar statuile trebuie pl\u0103tite bine ca s\u0103 nu plece,
\nc\u0103 binele este singurul care poate produce ceva,
\nspune\u0163i voi acum ce,
\npune\u0163i-v\u0103 ochelari \u015fi-o s\u0103 vede\u0163i
\nc\u0103 tot eu sunt prezent \u00een via\u0163a mea,
\nc\u0103 ora\u015ful este \u00eengropat de ale\u0219ii pro\u015ftilor \u015fi
\nDumnezeu niciodat\u0103
\nnu clipe\u015fte<\/p>\n
\nmai ales de marile s\u0103rb\u0103tori, mari s\u0103rb\u0103tori ce
\ntot spun c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 un sf\u00e2r\u015fit al lumii
\ntocmai a \u00eenceput<\/p>\n
\nluna nu intra pe geam
\no primise pe str\u0103zile sale
\n\u015ferpuind
\nspre turnul ce proclama
\nde o sut\u0103 \u015fi ceva de ani
\nmi\u015fcarea –
\nturnul demult desc\u0103rnat
\nde trupurile ziditorilor s\u0103i<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 lucrurile sunt adesea
\nmai bune dec\u00e2t oamenii
\nc\u0103 orele din via\u0163a sa
\nerau mereu de v\u00e2nzare<\/p>\n
\n\u00eenainte s\u0103 intre \u00een zid
\ninexplicabil
\n\u00een seara aceea
\nmut\u0103<\/p>\n
\nde\u015fi gazda sa
\n\u00eenv\u00e2rtindu-se alb
\nca zah\u0103rul
\nnu gusta deloc pl\u0103cuta lini\u015fte
\nde pe fa\u0163a ei
\n\u015fi s\u00e2ngele r\u0103sfirat
\nsingura podoab\u0103<\/p>\n
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 un loc de joac\u0103
\ncu c\u0103su\u0163e \u015fi tobogane din plastic,
\no carcas\u0103 de Dacie;
\navea portbagajul deschis,
\nera decorat\u0103 brutal cu graffiti
\n\u015fi \u00eencearca s\u0103-i uite
\npe cei ce o folosiser\u0103;<\/p>\n
\ngloria zilelor \u00een care se moare<\/p>\n
\nun lucru ce trebuie aruncat,
\nspuse omul de la v\u00e2nz\u0103ri,
\np\u0103\u015find \u00eencet c\u0103tre
\nmembrii comisiei de casare;<\/p>\n
\n\u00een drum spre fostul morm\u00e2nt,
\ndar nimeni nu-l b\u0103g\u0103 \u00een seam\u0103,
\nnu aceea era ziua
\nc\u00e2nd po\u0163i ie\u015fi din lume;<\/p>\n
\nnu se termin\u0103 ast\u0103zi
\na\u015fa cum ziua de ieri
\nnu s-a terminat ieri
\nele coboar\u0103 \u00een trup
\n\u015fi se fac trepte
\nspre rai sau spre iad<\/p>\n
\nstau \u015fi a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u00een ziua de m\u00e2ine
\nnu sunt dec\u00e2t bagaje
\npe care le po\u0163i lua cu tine o vreme
\ndin lips\u0103 de dragoste
\no umbr\u0103 duc\u00e2nd
\nalte umbre de m\u00e2ini<\/p>\n
\npas\u0103rea cu strig\u0103t de clopot
\nce pe um\u0103r \u0163i se a\u015feaz\u0103<\/p>\n
\ndin monstrul cu o sut\u0103 de fe\u0163e
\npe care-l v\u0103d ceilal\u0163i<\/p>\n
\napoi curcubeul de sentimente
\n\u015fi vorbe \u015fi fapte \u2013 via\u0163a ta\u00a0;<\/p>\n
\nplictisit-obosit,
\nproroocindu-\u0163i pr\u0103bu\u015firea
\nspre nimicul aflat la ie\u015firea din noapte\u00a0;<\/p>\n
\nsosi\u0163i pentru \u00cenviere,
\ncum \u00eencarc\u0103-descarc\u0103-a\u015feaz\u0103 ei \u00eemprejur morminte;<\/p>\n
\nochii, urechile, nasul \u015fi limba \u015fi pielea,<\/p>\n
\nce inimi fricoase sunt l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine,<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2nd \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit realizezi
\nrevenirea la \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015fare<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<\/p>\n
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