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N-am \u0219tiut ce singur\u0103 m\u0103 la\u0219i nim\u0103nui<\/strong><\/p>\n Cu schijele lor asasine, Plugurile au arat toate r\u0103d\u0103cinile verii. Dori a uitare, \u00cen mijlocul s\u00e2mbetelor e frig, Du-te acum, Prin c\u0103lc\u00e2iul tijelor trece Uitare<\/strong><\/p>\n Uitarea va veni cu trandafiri \u00eentre Uit\u0103-m\u0103 \u00eencet, voi spune Voi spune lumii m\u00e2ine C\u00e2te cearc\u0103ne se scriu, doamn\u0103, sub fardul vostru verzui?<\/strong><\/p>\n Mereu am \u0219tiut, dar acum \u00een\u021beleg: Trec cu vitrine cu tot Femei usc\u0103\u021bive m\u0103tur\u0103 caldar\u00e2mul Doamne, aceast\u0103 frunz\u0103 coboar\u0103, Doar la ferestre Vede\u021bi? Frig \u00een genunchii t\u0103i, doamn\u0103, Beau s\u00e2nge Mereu am \u0219tiut, Tu m\u0103turi luna de flori<\/p>\n Lemnul casei a intrat \u00een viori Nu te-am iubit<\/strong><\/p>\n Putoareo! Urlai dup\u0103 mine s\u0103 str\u00e2ng rufele de pe culme Tu<\/strong><\/p>\n Nici nu mai \u0219tiu dac\u0103 erai din carne \u0219i oase, Poate c\u0103 privirile mele erau pe atunci Sau poate erai Dar poate c\u0103, Doamne, eu te iubeam Tu coborai de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu mine \u00een rai V\u0103 jur, l-am iubit!<\/strong><\/p>\n Mi-a \u00eembobocit palmele, mi-a ame\u0163it pletele Mor tandru pe maci<\/strong><\/p>\n E noapte cu vulpi pe \u015fosele de var \u00cemi beau ultima umbr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00cemi beau ultima umbr\u0103, cum toate s-au dus Poate m\u00e2ine, sau nu, poate azi voi uita Vai, ochii mei, Doamne<\/strong><\/p>\n Vai, ochii mei, Doamne, parc\u0103-s dou\u0103 tulpini Doamne, vai, mie Singura iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n De tot nu ne-am pierdut, dar ca o \u015foapt\u0103 Ce straniu cre\u015fte-n via\u021b\u0103 am\u0103girea Leag\u0103, Doamne<\/strong><\/p>\n Leag\u0103, Doamne, v\u00e2ntu-n iesle <\/p>\n N-am \u0219tiut ce singur\u0103 m\u0103 la\u0219i nim\u0103nui<\/strong>
\ns\u0103rut\u0103rile noastre pe treptele lunii.
\n\u00cen rest, noapte-n p\u0103duri
\n\u0219i licheni.<\/p>\n
\nIat\u0103, ziua \u00een care te \u00eengrop cre\u015fte
\nca un prohod
\nn-am velin\u0163e pentru trupul t\u0103u p\u0103r\u0103sit,
\nn-am m\u00e2ini s\u0103 te m\u00e2ng\u00e2i,
\nn-am odihn\u0103.
\nMi-ai r\u0103mas \u00een piept ca un ad\u00e2nc negru,
\na\u0219a \u00eemi curgi de m\u00e2los.<\/p>\n
\niremediabil, cred.<\/p>\n
\nde-a lungul c\u0103ii ferate cresc maci,
\nde jur \u00eemprejurul pumnalelor,
\ntu, \u00eenalt.
\nTe scufund uneori \u00een culoarea garoafelor,
\nte pl\u00e2ng ca pe un mort
\nc\u00e2nd va bate primul clopot al verii. M\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n la priveghi
\nmi-e frumos l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, de iarb\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nutimul t\u0103u poem :
\nacesta.<\/p>\n
\ndin\u021bi ca un amant p\u0103tima\u0219
\nva urca p\u00e2n\u0103 pe nodul g\u00e2tului,
\n\u00eencet,
\nacolo unde \u021b\u00e2\u0219nesc cele mai
\nfrumoase \u00eendoieli \u0219i se rup
\nsc\u00e2nduri de om
\n\u00eentr-un s\u0103rut otr\u0103vitor de v\u0103duv\u0103
\nneagr\u0103.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eendelung, a\u0219a cum m-ai iubi,
\nplimb\u0103-m\u0103 la bra\u021b \u00een pia\u021ba
\npublic\u0103
\npentru c\u0103 o execu\u021bie nu se
\n\u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 niciodat\u0103
\nf\u0103r\u0103 spectacol.
\n\u0218i m\u0103 va duce uitarea \u00een v\u0103zul
\nlumii, \u0219i din picioare \u00eemi vor ie\u0219i
\ntuberoze de mort, \u0219i toate
\ncelelalte flori ale lumii \u00eemi vor
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne pe gur\u0103.
\nUnde s\u0103 stau atunci? Pe care
\nunghie \u00eendoit\u0103? Pe care st\u00e2rv s\u0103
\nsp\u00e2nzur c\u0103lc\u00e2iele ireversibil nemerse?
\nUitare \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bat\u0103 \u00een cimitire
\ndescul\u021be. Noi unde mergem?
\nUnde ne iubim? Morfina nu \u00ee\u0219i
\nmai face efectul.<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 te tac.<\/p>\n
\nsunt fiica vitreg\u0103 a acestui ora\u0219;
\n\u00eei beau s\u00e2ngele
\npe str\u0103zile numai clocot,
\nnumai vopsea de iluzii.<\/p>\n
\nprin vacarm
\nde r\u00e2sete sparte
\nzei de ciment
\ncanale, decoltee \u0219i
\nnostalgii de o noapte.<\/p>\n
\nde vr\u0103bii uitate.
\nSpal\u0103 asfaltul
\nde gratii \u0219i sfori.<\/p>\n
\neu nu mai \u021bin minte
\nnu mai \u021bin minte\u2026
\nVine toamna
\nsticl\u0103 peste sticl\u0103,
\ndestin peste destin,
\nvia\u021b\u0103 peste via\u021b\u0103,
\ndoliu pe u\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\n\u00ee\u0219i face loc
\npovestea singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii. Spectru.
\nC\u00e2te cearc\u0103ne se scriu, doamn\u0103,
\nsub fardul vostru verzui?<\/p>\n
\nstr\u0103zile \u00eensele \u00ee\u0219i beau cafeaua de diminea\u021b\u0103,
\nm\u0103\u0219tile
\nhainele, vie\u021bile,
\ncrucile lor vierm\u0103noase
\npe un pervaz cu petunii.
\nUnde mai e loc s\u0103 pun
\no m\u00e2n\u0103 de trestii,
\nunde
\ns\u0103 aprind lumini?<\/p>\n
\nlavand\u0103 \u0219i praf
\n\u0219i ro\u021bi mari rostogolind
\ncopil\u0103rii \u00een venele putrede.<\/p>\n
\ndirect din p\u00e2ntecul disper\u0103rii
\nfoetus \u00een iarb\u0103,
\nvampir de o singur\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 cu po\u0219eta pe um\u0103r,
\neu,
\nbrand h\u0103mesit, vulgar, infinit
\ncurg\u00e2nd pe scoar\u021ba unei s\u0103lcii
\nla marginea mea.
\npulsa\u021bie<\/p>\n
\nMereu am \u0219tiut
\ndar abia acum \u00een\u021beleg\u2026<\/p>\n
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i hainele mele sun\u0103 a c\u00e2ntec.
\nE prim\u0103var\u0103. Sub stre\u0219ini
\nv\u00e2ntul aduce scrisori
\ncum s-ar leg\u0103na
\np\u00e2nzele \u00een p\u0103ianjeni,
\nsoarele-n poduri,
\nnegrul \u00een alb,
\ncum a\u0219 mu\u0219ca din p\u00e2ine
\n\u015fi numele \u0163i-ar \u021b\u00e2\u0219ni din p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u00eensingurat ca frigul,
\ncum nu te-ai mai \u00eentors niciodat\u0103 acas\u0103
\n\u0219i a nins f\u0103r\u0103 tine \u0219i au trecut anotimpuri
\n\u0219i toate au l\u0103st\u0103rit \u0219i au mers mai departe
\nnumai mu\u0219catele,
\nnumai crinii,
\nnumai c\u00e2inele, nu,
\n\u0219i luna deasupra apei
\n\u0219i gr\u0103dina \u2013 desfr\u00e2nare de vrejuri
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la chei, p\u00e2n\u0103 la fereastr\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 la buricele degetelor,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la p\u0103rul meu alb ca cire\u0219ii, Doamne,
\n\u00een care \u00eenchid aceast\u0103 dovad\u0103:
\ntu m\u0103turi luna de flori;
\ntu m\u0103 ningi.
\nmam\u0103.<\/p>\n
\ntocmai c\u00e2nd jucam \u0219eptic\u0103
\n\u0219i era gata s\u0103 c\u00e2\u0219tig
\ndu-te dracu te-a\u015f fi legat cu s\u00e2rm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103
\ndar morm\u0103iam
\ncu spatele \u00eentors
\ncum face toporul sp\u0103rturi
\n\u00een lemnele pentru foc.
\nVenise \u00eenapoi o zi de martie
\ncu iz de b\u0103legar \u015fi narcise
\naveai limba coclit\u0103
\n\u015fi p\u0103rul c\u0103runt
\ng\u00e2f\u00e2iai \u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\nera ca o groap\u0103 nes\u0103pat\u0103.
\nNoaptea te mai g\u0103sea respir\u00e2nd,
\nfiecare p\u0103rticic\u0103 din noi se ducea, aluneca
\nadormeai uneori a cr\u00e2ng
\n\u0219i a at\u00e2ta bl\u00e2nde\u021be
\n\u0219i totu\u0219i nu te-am iubit.
\nPastilele, Doamne! farfurioara ciobit\u0103
\nm\u00e2na ta b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 culeg\u00e2nd flori
\npe rou\u0103. Tremurai.
\nAbia atunci m-ai \u00eenvins.
\nMai \u015ftii
\n\u00een ziua aia salc\u00e2mii au mirosit a zdren\u021be
\nv\u00e2ntul i-a mi\u015fcat p\u00e2n\u0103 la trosnet
\nori soarele era prea \u00eencins.
\nErau albine pe bucata mea de p\u00e2ine cu miere
\n\u0219i toate clipele treceau lipicioase
\n\u0219i to\u021bi oamenii aceia din curte p\u0103reau tri\u0219ti
\nca p\u00e2nzele de p\u0103ianjen
\ndin poduri.
\nNici nu-nfloriser\u0103 crinii
\neu \u00eenv\u0103\u021basem s\u0103 \u00eemi fac cruce frumos
\nse mira lumea
\nera prim\u0103var\u0103
\nera at\u00e2ta prim\u0103var\u0103
\n\u0219i eu m\u00e2ncam coliv\u0103
\nsub florile de gutui.
\nD\u0103duser\u0103 foc la buruieni \u00eenspre deal
\nacolo unde sunt mor\u021bii,
\nunde se tace.
\nPopa termina de b\u0103ut
\nultima can\u0103 cu vin
\nm\u0103 umfla r\u00e2sul
\nc\u00e2nd r\u00e2g\u00e2ia la icoane
\nbeat turt\u0103,
\ndar tu nu m\u0103 mai \u00eenghionteai
\ntaci f\u0103 dracu din gur\u0103
\n\u0219i las\u0103 capu\u2019 \u00een jos, n\u0103roado!
\nTu erai acum un popor de iepe bolnave
\nsub un grajd n\u0103ruindu-se.
\nTu erai legat\u0103 cu o broboad\u0103 neagr\u0103
\n\u0219i nu \u0219tiu cine a aruncat ultima p\u00e2ine fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat\u0103 de tine
\nla c\u00e2ini.
\nCic\u0103 muceg\u0103ise.
\nMai \u015ftii g\u0103leata aia din tabl\u0103 tocit\u0103
\nstr\u00e2mb\u0103, lovit\u0103, parc\u0103 o v\u0103d,
\nerau \u00een ea lalele \u0219i lum\u00e2n\u0103ri
\nflori de curte umile, abia \u00eembobocite.
\nAm auzit p\u0103m\u00e2ntul din bulg\u0103ri
\nmi-a r\u0103mas m\u00e2na \u00eentins\u0103
\nca o pra\u0219tie dup\u0103 vr\u0103bii
\nn-am prins niciodat\u0103 nimic
\ndoar am schilodit, apoi n-am mai dormit
\nc\u00e2teva nop\u021bi. \u0218i iar am pl\u00e2ns
\n\u0219i te-am ur\u00e2t c\u0103 ai \u0219tiut c\u0103 pl\u00e2ng.
\n\u00cen praful acelui drum
\ncineva te pierduse, Marie
\ncineva te tot striga
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 doar\u0103 pe mine
\ncu numele maicilor aspre
\ncum e v\u00e2ntul iernilor pe aici
\ncum e pelinul din spatele casei
\n\u0219i amarul lui din putinile cu vin o\u021betit.
\nMai trec \u0219i acum oi pribege
\nPrin spatele zidului
\npasc umbre de miei, doar at\u00e2t.
\nAt\u00e2ta
\npraf stelar
\nat\u00e2ta lini\u0219te, Marie!\u2026
\nZg\u00e2rii pere\u021bii cu o coaj\u0103 de nuc\u0103
\nsunt \u00eenc\u0103
\n7 f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni cu nisip pe la por\u021bi
\nLe sap \u015fi am p\u0103rul t\u0103u, Doamne,
\nc\u0103runt
\npe sub unghii.
\nAd\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n
\ndar tu, iubire, veneai din m\u0103tase
\n\u0219i-aveai r\u0103suflare de verzi chiparoase
\nTu tremurai sub m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere 5 case
\n\u0219i c\u00e2teva cotropite de geam\u0103t ora\u0219e
\ncu clopote din bronz, uria\u0219e.<\/p>\n
\nni\u0219te lunci
\nverzi \u0219i prelungi,
\nori poate 7 spelunci
\nb\u00e2ntuite de c\u00e2teva fete trufa\u0219e
\nfugite din mame cu pruncii \u00een fa\u0219e
\nsau c\u00e2teva logodnice bete de tine
\n\u0219i la\u0219e.
\nPoate privirile mele pe-atunci
\nerau ropote-n dungi
\n\u00een ochii t\u0103i ca perdelele lungi
\nEu nu mai \u0219tiu, iubire, cum ar\u0103tai
\ndar frem\u0103tai \u00een mine cu murmur de nai
\ntu poate chiar cobor\u00e2se\u0219i din rai
\n\u0219i nu din gur\u0103, ci din \u00eengeri c\u00e2ntai.
\nTu poate via\u021ba-nviai
\nsau poate, sau poate
\nmoartea mureai
\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103 iubeai.<\/p>\n
\nun univers
\ninvers
\nst\u0103p\u00e2nit de o crava\u0219\u0103 albastr\u0103 de vers
\ncu picioare nef\u0103cute spre mers,
\nci spre val
\nca o pojghi\u021b\u0103 bl\u00e2nd sun\u0103toare dintr-un chimval.
\nTu poate veneai dintr-o e\u0219arf\u0103 fluturat\u0103-ntr-un bal\u2026<\/p>\n
\nat\u00e2t de frumos
\nat\u00e2t de \u00eenalt \u0219i-at\u00e2ta de jos
\npoate \u2013 spun zeii \u2013 pu\u021bin monstruos
\ncu toat\u0103 f\u0103ptura mea aruncat\u0103 pe dos
\nca o hain\u0103 descheiat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la umbr\u0103 de os
\n\u00een al t\u0103u de cedru \u0219i iarb\u0103 miros
\nmaiestuos\u2026
\nEu nu mai \u0219tiu, m\u0103 coseai pe un c\u00e2mp, m\u0103 dureai
\nsau poate c\u0103 nisipul meu aiurit \u00eenfloreai?<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i urcai
\ntu erai \u2026<\/p>\n
\n\u00cen toate vis\u0103rile mi-a viscolit, bietele.
\nCu toate femeile verii l-am logodit.
\nCa pe un mire al lumii, a\u015fa l-am iubit.
\nPe funia vie\u0163ii de-ar mai fi s\u0103 m\u0103 nasc,
\nm-a\u015f face arsur\u0103 \u00een carnea-i, de vreasc
\nL-a\u015f n\u0103v\u0103li tot la fel peste s\u00e2nge
\n\u00cen bra\u0163ele lui, ca vioara m-a\u015f fr\u00e2nge.
\nL-a\u015f iubi \u015fi atunci pe s\u0103ruturi
\nscrise pe piele de fluturi.
\nCu somnul pu\u0163in, cu dor blestemat,
\nfemeie de cearc\u0103n pe-un ochi de b\u0103rbat,
\ni-a\u015f fi lui be\u0163ie, mi-ar fi el p\u0103cat.
\nPrivi\u0163i-m\u0103, zorilor, fetelor bune!
\nJur pe legendele voastre, pe lume:
\nmi-a \u00eembobocit toat\u0103 suflarea,
\nmi-a \u00eenflorit \u0163ip\u0103tul, palmele, marea.
\nMi-a n\u0103ucit prima pic\u0103tur\u0103 de rou\u0103,
\nfrumos – cum trecea-
\ncu sufletul meu
\nt\u0103iat pe din dou\u0103.
\nCu ultima s\u0103rutare de pom n\u0103ruit
\npe umerii vie\u0163ii v\u0103 jur:
\nl-am iubit!…<\/p>\n
\nAdulmec z\u0103pezi de catran \u015fi absurd
\nMi-e da \u00eentr-un nu de secund\u0103 \u0219i iar
\nMi-e vale de timpul s\u0103p\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 surd.
\nMi-e team\u0103 de ieri \u00eentr-un m\u00e2ine trecut,
\nDe viscol m\u0103 plec \u015fi mi-e jar printre ploi,
\nC\u0103lug\u0103rii r\u00e2d cu un pl\u00e2ns pref\u0103cut
\nc\u00e2nd din\u0163i de \u015facal m\u0103 t\u00e2r\u0103sc prin noroi.
\nZiua asta de m\u00e2l pe-o troian\u0103 de spini
\nIeri pe funii de pod mai oftam piei de lup
\nUcide-m\u0103, timp, eu am s\u00e2nge de crini
\n\u0218i haina mi-e c\u00e2mp peste ve\u0219tedul trup.
\nS\u0103 plec, a\u015f pleca, m\u00e2n\u0103stire de fragi,
\nS\u0103 vin, a\u015f veni, r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd nen\u0103scut,
\nM-a\u015f face prohod de iluzii \u00een dragi,
\nPe bocet de fagi m-a\u015f \u00eentoarce \u00een lut.
\nE noapte cu vulpi, tot mai scot din abis
\nMinciuni de sub m\u0103\u015fti \u015fi copite \u0219i vai!
\nMi-e bine sub r\u0103ni, p\u0103pu\u015far \u00eentr-un vis
\nMor tandru pe maci \u015fi pe jale de nai\u2026<\/p>\n
\ndou\u0103 drumuri, doi spini, dou\u0103 nop\u021bi, trei t\u0103ceri
\ndou\u0103 zile de azi peste ziua de ieri
\n\u0219i o roat\u0103 scr\u00e2\u0219nind la apus.
\nR\u00e2d cu hohot.Sunt liber! Ce viscol, ce ger
\ne-n paharele noastre, ce \u00eengeri \u0219i cai
\nropotesc peste coastele mele \u0219i vai!
\nninge n\u0103prasnic de ieri…
\nNu mai vreau s\u0103 te \u0219tiu, e t\u00e2rziu \u0219i oricum
\n\u00eemi e bine a\u0219a, e \u00eenalt \u0219i pustiu
\n\u00cemi e-n golul de tine prea mult \u0219i prea viu
\n\u00cemi e-n golul de tine precum\u2026<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 te vreau, s\u0103 te scriu, s\u0103 nimic, s\u0103 r\u00e2njesc
\n\u00eentr-un lup ostenit s\u0103-n\u021beleg c\u0103 tr\u0103iesc
\nCe prostii mai g\u00e2ndesc! Hai, mai bea!
\n\u00cemi beau umbra din zile. \u0218i totu\u0219i tot nu
\nplec l\u0103s\u00e2nd la fere\u0219ti cinci icoane de fum
\nsap \u00een perini f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni \u0219i sub pleoape te-adun
\nm\u00e2na mea blestemat\u0103 e\u0219ti tu.
\nHaide, lua\u021bi \u00een galop acest aer rotit
\nCaii mei de triste\u021bi, lupii mei de argint
\nBeau c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ile lui \u0219i tot vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 mint
\no duminic\u0103-n \u0219ei ne-a-mpietrit.
\nS\u0103 fum\u0103m piei de \u0219erpi \u0219i s\u0103 ningem n\u0103me\u021bi
\nde pustiu \u0219i de mirt \u0219i de vinuri \u00een van
\nEu \u00een viscol s\u0103 ard ca un lemn de pian
\nIar tu, ziu\u0103 de ieri, s\u0103 m-a\u0219tep\u021bi…<\/p>\n
\ncrescute prin m\u0103r\u0103cini
\nUnul e c\u00e2t un p\u00e2r\u00e2u mai devale,
\naproape o jale.
\nAltul, agale,
\n\u00eemi zace \u00een poale
\nclipe\u0219te cu boabe de ape ca hoa\u021ba
\nbea mult p\u0103m\u00e2nt diminea\u021ba
\nAre batiste din m\u0103rare \u0219i fum
\nface e\u0219arfe din drum
\ne cam nebun.
\nVai, luminile mele
\ndou\u0103 frici, dou\u0103 stele
\ndou\u0103 bezne
\nlumin\u00e2nde pe perne
\nochii mei, dou\u0103 berne
\nDou\u0103 nop\u021bi legate de poduri
\np\u0103ianjeni \u0219i gloduri.<\/p>\n
\nsunt singur\u0103 pe deal ca o vie
\ncu am\u00e2ndoi spinii v\u0103d o ulcic\u0103
\ns\u0103rat\u0103 \u0219i mic\u0103
\nascuns\u0103 \u00een mine de fric\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nne-am dus \u00eencet, c\u00e2nd ne iubeam mai tare,
\nmai zbuciumat \u015fi mai a singurare,
\nca lini\u015ftea cresc\u00e2nd o par\u0103 coapt\u0103
\npe s\u00e2nul nop\u0163ii stinse care-a fost.
\nA vindecare-am ridicat \u00eencet
\ndin fluturi pa\u015fii mei cusu\u021bi cu s\u00e2rm\u0103
\nspre timpul ce-a l\u0103sat poteci \u00een urma
\ncelui ce-a fost icoana mea dint\u00e2i
\n\u015fi a r\u0103mas iubirea mea din urm\u0103
\n\u0218i-mi va r\u0103m\u00e2ne-a\u015fa p\u00e2n-o s\u0103 fie
\ns\u0103-mi pl\u00e2ng\u0103 tei b\u0103tr\u00e2ni la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i.
\nNu a\u015f putea s\u0103-\u0163i spun acum \u201er\u0103m\u00e2i\u201d.
\nE plin ora\u015ful de istorii moarte
\n\u015fi noi, probabil, suntem azi la fel
\n\u2013 doi fo\u0219ti aman\u021bi curm\u00e2nd sub foi de carte
\npovestea unei nop\u0163i cu gust rebel \u2013<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi minte zvonuri de iubiri eterne
\n\u00een fiecare zv\u00e2cnet de pe perne
\n\u00een fiecare pl\u00e2nset f\u0103r\u0103 rost!\u2026
\n\u015ei totu\u015fi undeva, ascunse-n luturi,
\n\u00ee\u021bi cad \u00een s\u00e2nge vechile s\u0103ruturi,
\n\u00ee\u0163i mu\u015fc\u0103 m\u00e2na tainic amintirea
\ndin singura iubire unde-ai fost.
\n\u00cen spinii ei, ca frunzele te scuturi\u2026<\/p>\n
\n\u0218i m\u0103-ncuie-ntr-o copit\u0103
\nCu cinci maici de cr\u00e2nguri murge
\n\u0218i cu jar trosnind sub plit\u0103;
\nDoamne, de-un potop frumos
\nCu doi miei de c\u00e2mp de mure
\nLeag\u0103 ochii mei s\u0103-ndure
\nDorul ei de vin lutos.
\nLeag\u0103-m\u0103 de mine, Doamne
\nCu t\u0103ciune stins pe r\u00e2uri
\nCum \u015fi ea pe greab\u0103n fr\u00e2uri
\nMi-a tot pus din col\u0163 de ochi
\nSi mi-a r\u0103sucit prin oase
\nVerzi sp\u0103rturi de lemne coapte
\nSi-mi tot rupe \u015fi-mi tot coase
\nPloi de ea prin m\u00e2l de nop\u0163i.
\nLeag\u0103-m\u0103 ca pe o toamn\u0103
\nDe un st\u00e2lp de m\u00e2n\u0103stire
\nSi-mi cite\u015fte din psaltire
\nCu doi ochi sub\u0163iri de doamn\u0103
\nCu doi ochi sub\u021biri, de ho\u021b..
\nS\u0103 nu plec, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 fure
\nCu tot sufletul din mine
\nCa pe-o can\u0103 cu afine
\nCa pe-un bra\u0163 de flori la por\u0163i.
\nLeag\u0103, Doamne, dac\u0103 po\u0163i…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<\/p>\n
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