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atunci c\u00e2nd se adun\u0103 poe\u0163ii \u00een camera noastr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n las\u0103-te despletit\u0103 pe dealurile decojite ard focuri mari nucul b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u00ee\u015fi vait\u0103 \u00eensingurarea promisiune<\/strong><\/p>\n frunze smulse din noi morning<\/strong><\/p>\n uneori picnic<\/strong><\/p>\n erau zile c\u00e2nd pleca \u00eendep\u0103rtare<\/strong><\/p>\n pove\u0219tile nu \u00eencep \u00eentotdeauna fantasm\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n nu e niciun secret m\u0103 tulbur\u0103 iremediabil zorii ace\u015ftia dylan c\u00e2nt\u0103 despre lumi mai bune ne vom iubi<\/strong><\/p>\n azi ne vom iubi azi ne vom iubi azi ne vom iubi \u0219opte\u0219te-mi<\/strong><\/p>\n \u0219opte\u0219te-mi c\u0103 toate obsesiile lumii nu departe de noi \u0219opte\u0219te-mi c\u0103 toate obsesiile lumii nu vrei s\u0103 ne refugiem dincolo de toate acestea absurd<\/strong><\/p>\n cu acest tren al liniilor moarte a\u015fa spunea dar tot acest efort discutabil al crea\u021biei drumul<\/strong><\/p>\n drumul nu ducea nic\u0103ieri pe de alt\u0103 parte poate c\u0103 drumul acela (g\u00e2ndeam) dou\u0103 chem\u0103ri se f\u0103cea c\u0103 m\u0103 f\u0103ceam un drum lupt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n lini\u0219tea azi am fugit am\u00e2ndoi din mine \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 ias\u0103 la lumin\u0103 la umbra lui Cervantes<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00een definitiv apropierea dep\u0103rt\u0103rilor albe<\/strong><\/p>\n din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0163i voi compune scrisori dac\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i va fi dor de atingerea mea am s\u0103 scriu cu \u0163ur\u0163uri poeme arctice <\/p>\n diminea\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n deschide fereastra atipic<\/strong><\/p>\n ne-am ascuns \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 din turt\u0103 dulce \u00eenserarea geme las\u0103-mi doar c\u00e2teva cuvinte barcagiu<\/strong><\/p>\n barcagiul acesta nu mai v\u00e2sle\u0219te aici \u0219i acum barcagiul acesta surd din str\u0103funduri se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 catargefantomatice atunci c\u00e2nd se adun\u0103 poe\u0163ii \u00een camera noastr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\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":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-Eo","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2504"}],"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=2504"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2504\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2505,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2504\/revisions\/2505"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2504"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nca pentru o t\u00e2nguire
\neu te voi piept\u0103na \u00eendelung
\ncu degete tremur\u00e2nde
\n\u00ee\u0163i miroase trupul a veste bun\u0103
\nadus\u0103 de c\u0103l\u0103re\u0163i ap\u0103ru\u0163i de sub poala p\u0103durii<\/p>\n
\nt\u00e2lcuim semnale misterioase
\nla lumina din noi
\nnumai dumnezeu pl\u00e2nge
\nmoc\u0103ne\u015fte
\napoi scrie cuvinte dulci
\n\u00een ochii \u00eence\u0163o\u015fa\u0163i ai ferestrelor<\/p>\n
\nla doi pa\u015fi de dragostea noastr\u0103
\neu r\u00e2d
\ncitesc din to\u0163i poe\u0163ii
\nfiecare r\u00e2nd \u00eei re\u00eenvie
\n\u00een camera aceasta<\/p>\n
\nuna c\u00e2te una
\ntr\u0103im aceast\u0103 despuiere autumnal\u0103
\ncu pofta \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163ilor care abandoneaz\u0103 complexele
\nla marginea patului
\n\u00een timp ce ultimele p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare refuz\u0103 exodul
\n\u015fi \u00ee\u015fi fac cuib \u00een carnea noastr\u0103
\nla iarn\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i voi acoperi trupul
\ncu m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri albe
\napoi te voi plimba printre obsesii vremelnice
\n\u00eentr-o sanie de sticl\u0103<\/p>\n
\ndimine\u021bile sunt mai complicate dec\u00e2t par
\nmy love
\ndar azi
\npentru prima oar\u0103
\nnu mai fac cur\u0103\u021benie
\ndup\u0103 moartea de ieri
\n\u00een definitiv
\nr\u0103m\u00e2nem datori cu o rena\u0219tere
\nde fiecare dat\u0103<\/p>\n
\npe drumuri nev\u0103zute
\nel \u0219i o umbrel\u0103 neagr\u0103
\ncare \u00eel ferea de g\u00e2ndurile altora
\nar fi putut s\u0103 scrie
\ndespre toate c\u0103l\u0103toriile acelea
\ndespre g\u00e2nduri str\u0103ine insistente
\nca o ploaie nepoftit\u0103
\nsau despre un loc unde se oprea c\u00e2teodat\u0103
\ndoar pentru a medita netulburat
\nla picnicul fra\u021bilor struga\u021bki
\nda
\npicnicul acela
\nde la marginea unui drum stelar
\nunde fiecare pas putea fi \u0219i ultimul
\niar via\u021ba nu \u00eensemna dec\u00e2t ni\u0219te litere
\n\u0219i at\u00e2t<\/p>\n
\ncu a fost odat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103
\nspunea ea
\n\u00eendep\u0103rt\u00e2ndu-se
\nprivirea mea i-a alunecat de pe umeri
\nsem\u0103na
\n– abia acum \u00eemi dau seama –
\ncu un personaj
\nevadat dintre ramele unui tablou
\nv\u00e2ndut \u00een t\u00e2rg de un pictor nefericit
\nplutea
\ncuprins\u0103 de ce\u021buri
\nca o diminea\u021b\u0103 prea scurt\u0103<\/p>\n
\nm\u0103 viziteaz\u0103 o fantom\u0103
\n\u00een fiecare noapte
\nvorbim despre lumi paralele
\n\u00eel ascult\u0103m pe dylan
\nnu v\u0103 mira\u021bi
\nbem c\u00e2te un coniac
\n\u00eenvechit corespunz\u0103tor<\/p>\n
\nse t\u00e2r\u0103sc pe sub fereastr\u0103
\nca \u015fi cum s-ar teme
\nde vorbele mele
\nascu\u021bite<\/p>\n
\npe repeat<\/p>\n
\ncu disperarea unor condamna\u021bi la via\u021b\u0103
\nsub trupurile noastre \u00eencinse
\nvom strivi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103
\ntoate cuvintele<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentr-o lini\u0219te de moarte
\npoate c\u0103 a\u0219a a fost la \u00eenceputul acestei lumi
\nun el \u0219i o ea
\nne\u00een\u021beleg\u00e2nd ce li se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103
\natunci c\u00e2nd via\u021ba se n\u0103\u0219tea din ei
\nf\u0103r\u0103 aprobarea lui dumnezeu<\/p>\n
\ndeparte de buletinele de \u0219tiri
\nnici nu vom afla cum s-a pus sechestru pe fericire
\npentru ca edilii unui eden modern
\ns\u0103-\u0219i poat\u0103 recupera prejudiciul de imagine<\/p>\n
\nnu sunt dec\u00e2t nimicuri frumos ambalate
\n\u00een noaptea aceasta vreau s\u0103 sf\u00e2\u0219ii \u00eentunericul
\ncu palmele tale<\/p>\n
\ncineva construie\u0219te un gard
\ntotul depinde de care parte a gardului te afli
\nnu po\u021bi s\u0103 intri
\nnu po\u021bi ie\u0219i
\nstarea de bine e relativ\u0103
\niar un popor migrator ne bate la u\u0219\u0103
\npentru a face \u0219i noi parte din statistici<\/p>\n
\nnu sunt dec\u00e2t nimicuri frumos ambalate
\nuite cum plou\u0103 cu frunze<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentr-un suflet comun
\nnecartografiat?<\/p>\n
\nam putea c\u0103l\u0103tori
\nc\u0103tre fa\u021ba nev\u0103zut\u0103 a astrului nocturn<\/p>\n
\n– la casa de bilete –
\nun individ taciturn
\npredispus \u00eenseratelor excese
\nale imagina\u021biei<\/p>\n
\np\u0103lea
\n(precum o inutil\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mplare)
\natunci c\u00e2nd luna
\nignor\u00e2nd iluziile turistice
\nse pr\u0103bu\u015fea
\n\u00een mare<\/p>\n
\nceea ce contrazicea p\u0103rerea general\u0103
\nconform c\u0103reia
\ntoate drumurile duc undeva
\n(unii afirm\u0103 r\u0103spicat la Roma
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a \u00eencerca s\u0103 verifice afirma\u021bia
\ncu propriile picioare)<\/p>\n
\ndrumul nu venea de niciunde
\niat\u0103 o alt\u0103 incertitudine trufa\u015f\u0103
\n– dac\u0103 toate drumurile duc undeva
\natunci ar trebui s\u0103 descoperim
\ntotu\u015fi
\n\u015fi de unde vin ele –<\/p>\n
\nunea dou\u0103 orizonturi \u00eendr\u0103gostite
\nsortite s\u0103 nu se ating\u0103 niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n
\ndou\u0103 speran\u021be de\u015farte
\ndou\u0103 emisfere
\ndou\u0103 blesteme
\npoate
\ndrumul exista
\n\u00eempotriva logicii elementare
\n\u015fi
\n(reneg\u00e2nd tiparele nenorocite)
\nnici nu avea nume<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentre niciunde \u015fi nic\u0103ieri<\/p>\n
\n\u00ee\u021bi \u0219opte\u0219te vorbe dulci la ureche
\neu m-am \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat
\npentru \u00eenc\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103
\n\u00een g\u00e2nduri albe<\/p>\n
\ndintr-un b\u00e2lci intens mediatizat
\nacolo exist\u0103 culori
\ncare \u00ee\u0219i strig\u0103 disper\u0103rile policrome
\niar vie\u021bi confuze ame\u021besc
\nr\u0103stignite pe roata destinului<\/p>\n
\nun trifoi
\ncu patru foi<\/p>\n
\ntrebuie s\u0103 ne obi\u015fnuim cu ideea
\nlupta cu morile de v\u00e2nt
\nnu se \u00eencheie niciodat\u0103
\nexist\u0103 un don quijote multiplicat
\nf\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103
\ndulcinee am\u0103gitoare pretind sacrificii
\nindiferent de loc spa\u0163iu sau timp
\npoate doar sancho panza \u015fi-ar dori
\n(uneori)
\no alt\u0103 meserie
\n\u00eens\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne captivul unor pove\u015fti at\u00e2t de frumoase
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi rosinanta necheaz\u0103 fericit\u0103
\natunci c\u00e2nd o alt\u0103 lance se \u00eendreapt\u0103 c\u0103tre cer
\npentru a \u00eempunge
\nzadarnic
\ndestinul ambiguu
\ntras la \u015fapirograf<\/p>\n
\nla lumina aurorei boreale
\ntoate acele cuvinte
\nsmulse din carne
\nvor \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cina amintiri definitive \u00een trupul t\u0103u
\na\u015fa vei afla c\u0103 exist
\nc\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mai rodesc metafore
\nprintre mari obsesii criogenizate<\/p>\n
\nlas\u0103 cuvintele s\u0103 z\u0103misleasc\u0103 iluzii
\nvom \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fi acelea\u015fi vise
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la ad\u00e2nci b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163i<\/p>\n
\ntu vei sorbi \u00eensetat\u0103
\nfiecare cuv\u00e2nt
\nva avea gust de ap\u0103 vie<\/p>\n
\niubito
\ndin trupurile noastre dezgolite
\nr\u0103sar chiar acum amintirile
\nnoaptea s-a furi\u015fat din a\u015fternuturi
\ne buimac\u0103
\nalearg\u0103 descul\u0163\u0103 prin iarba umed\u0103
\ncu vise legate la glezne
\nr\u00e2de \u00een hohote
\nca o nebun\u0103
\neu scriu \u00eenc\u0103 un vers pe umerii t\u0103i
\napoi te s\u0103rut \u015fi \u00ee\u0163i acop\u0103r \u00eenfrigurarea
\ncu o alt\u0103 diminea\u0163\u0103
\nsmuls\u0103 din mine<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentre noi \u0219i lumea \u00eentreag\u0103
\nun singur pod
\npa\u0219ii no\u0219tri se pot intersecta cu pa\u0219ii lor
\ndac\u0103 vrem
\ndac\u0103 n-am mai putea s\u0103 fim aceea\u0219i lacrim\u0103
\nla un moment dat<\/p>\n
\nag\u0103\u021bat\u0103 \u00eentre trandafirii ro\u0219ii
\n\u00eemi este mai bine ca niciodat\u0103
\n\u00ee\u021bi este cu o sear\u0103 mai dor<\/p>\n
\ndac\u0103 vrei dac\u0103 po\u021bi dac\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219ti
\no poveste a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rful peni\u021bei
\nf\u0103r\u0103 prin\u021bi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 prin\u021bese
\nf\u0103r\u0103 hansel \u0219i gretel
\npoate doar un comis voiajor va bate la u\u0219\u0103
\nc\u00e2ndva
\npentru a ne oferi z\u00e2mbitor
\nultimul m\u0103r otr\u0103vit al lumii<\/p>\n
\n\u00eempotriva curentului
\ndincolo de orizont \u00eel a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nzadarnic
\nun alt mal
\no alt\u0103 eliberare p\u0103relnic\u0103<\/p>\n
\nel nici nu se mai vede
\na ie\u0219it din tablou cu luleaua \u00een gur\u0103
\ng\u00e2rbov
\ns\u0103tul de zbuciumul dezn\u0103d\u0103jduit al ad\u00e2ncurilor
\ndoar o siren\u0103 decep\u021bionat\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103 suav
\n\u00eentre ape
\ncu glasul ademenitor al mor\u021bii<\/p>\n
\ne doar o p\u0103rere
\n\u00eenvechit\u0103 ca un apus v\u0103zut de prea multe ori<\/p>\n
\n\u00een palmele r\u0103nite se deschid
\ndureros
\nflori de sare<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<\/p>\n