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O poezie despre mine<\/strong><\/p>\n Nu v\u0103 obosi\u021bi s\u0103 privi\u021bi \u00een mine prezentul sunt un ochi din care a r\u0103mas \u00een rest sunt un actor care Mi s-a dat un om \u0219i mi s-a spus \u0219i l-am jucat cu neluciditatea Amorul care ar fi putut Ultima dat\u0103 am jucat Acum mi s-a mai dat un om \u0218i l-am jucat… interpret\u00e2ndu-mi dublura G\u00e2nduri postume<\/strong><\/p>\n Obi\u0219nuiesc de la o vreme Nu \u00eemi pas\u0103 c\u0103 locuiesc \u0218i \u00eenc\u0103 mai cred Sub nurii amarilor cire\u0219i<\/strong><\/p>\n Nu mai \u0219tiu dar mai ales Poteca mi se deflorase dinainte Toat\u0103 calea mi-a fost str\u0103b\u0103tut\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103 mir c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mai pot mirosi are inima avorta\u021bilor prunci Arta de a nu te mai \u00eentoarce<\/strong><\/p>\n S\u0103 crezi c\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 nu te mai \u00eentorci Nu uita c\u0103 pentru gol-ul din \u0219amandr\u0103 Dac\u0103-\u021bi dore\u0219ti o sinucidere autentic\u0103 Mie nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t mi s-au \u00eenspumat Strada C\u0103liman<\/strong><\/p>\n De c\u00e2nd cutreier \u0219i mi-e sete Am b\u0103ut halbe de ce\u021buri Am sorbit p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i noaptea iar c\u00e2nd p\u0103\u0219esc \u0219i ast\u0103zi Adio, asfalt c\u0103liman<\/p>\n Ieri ne-am rev\u0103zut Eu o priveam cu ochii mei \u021ainea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 o adres\u0103…<\/p>\n Confesiune<\/strong><\/p>\n M\u0103 g\u0103seam \u00eentr-o stare de peron pr\u0103fuit \u0219i nu \u00een\u021belegeam Dar a fost o vreme Diana Adriana Matei<\/p>\n \n \n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" O poezie despre mine<\/strong><\/p>\n Nu v\u0103 obosi\u021bi …<\/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":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-EB","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2517"}],"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=2517"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2517\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2519,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2517\/revisions\/2519"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2517"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2517"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2517"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2517"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nc\u0103ci at\u00e2ta am de spus<\/p>\n
\ndoar cel\u0103lalt ochi
\n\u0219i un bra\u021b din care-a mai r\u0103mas
\no m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n
\nnu a adoptat ideea inven\u021biei de sine<\/p>\n
\nJoac\u0103-l pe-\u0103sta<\/p>\n
\ncondi\u021biei lui de el
\ncu limpezimea locuirii mele
\n\u00een condi\u021bia lui de el<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 dezmierde vreodat\u0103
\na trecut inexist\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\n\u00een s\u00e2nul celor interpreta\u021bi de mine
\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u021bindu-l fr\u0103\u021be\u0219te<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103rutul a dou\u0103 persoane
\na\u0219 zice c\u0103-i ca o str\u00e2ngere de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu aripi
\n\u00een care mi-am t\u0103iat zborul \u00een pene<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i mi s-a spus iar joac\u0103-l<\/p>\n
\ncare picta un pantomim nen\u0103scut
\npe c\u00e2t de nen\u0103scut\u0103 eram!<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 tr\u0103iesc cuvinte care nu \u0219tiu
\npe ce culori sunt scrise
\n\u0219i nu vedeam p\u00e2n\u0103 acum
\nc\u0103 roata unei tr\u0103suri e doar
\no parodie a mi\u0219c\u0103rii p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\n\u00een care vehiculul r\u00e2de \u00eentotdeauna
\ncu portiera deschis\u0103
\nori c\u0103 \u00een cutele scaunului
\nruginesc \u00een continuare
\nportative f\u0103r\u0103 vr\u0103bii.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentr-o odaie ridicat\u0103 cu pietre
\ncare m-au nimerit de fiecare dat\u0103
\n\u0219i nu e de mirare c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103
\nm\u0103 doare carnea uit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\npe tavanul care s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103-n loc de memorie
\nm-am pricopsit cu o pereche de suflete
\ncare g\u00e2ndesc cu trupul celuilalt
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u0219i-ar aminti
\nde dou\u0103 ori de mine
\na\u0219a cum eram
\niubindu-m\u0103 cu patima
\ndin care numai eu
\nmi-as putea concepe de la cap\u0103t
\np\u0103rin\u021bii!<\/p>\n
\nde c\u00e2te ori am lipsit
\ndin g\u00e2ndul celei ce urmam
\ns\u0103 fiu<\/p>\n
\ndin g\u00e2ndul celei ce urmam s\u0103 fii
\nc\u00e2t am lipsit, ah
\nnu mai \u0219tiu<\/p>\n
\nde a-\u0219i pierde fibra-n trupul
\nexisten\u021bei mele<\/p>\n
\nde pa\u0219i care nu au \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat
\nvreodat\u0103 piciorul s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i alerge
\npielea de pe os
\npe dos<\/p>\n
\nmai cresc prin crengi
\numbrele florilor de tei
\ng\u00e2ndite aproape-o dat\u0103
\ns\u0103dite niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n
\nunghiurile unui poliedru
\nf\u0103r\u0103 ca s\u0103 m\u0103-n\u021bep
\n\u00een vreo dreapt\u0103
\n\u0218i de m-oi fi \u00eentrupat c\u00e2ndva
\n\u00een vreun oarecare cire\u0219
\ns\u0103 nu-l prive\u0219ti, \u00ee\u021bi spun
\ns\u0103 nu \u00ee\u021bi gu\u0219ti din el<\/p>\n
\nal\u0103pt\u00e2nd un s\u00e2n din coasta
\nlui Adam!<\/p>\n
\ne ca \u0219i cum \u021bi-ai privi lacrimile-n ochi
\n\u0219i ai vedea c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi lipse\u0219te chipul
\ndup\u0103 care ai t\u00e2njit un postum<\/p>\n
\nva exista mereu cineva care s\u0103 \u0219tie
\nmersul pe val, iar marea plin\u0103 de sudoare
\nse va men\u021bine-ntotdeauna leoarc\u0103 de oameni
\ncare abia \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 apa s\u0103-noate.<\/p>\n
\narunc\u0103-te \u00een ad\u00e2ncul sufletului \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2i acolo
\nc\u0103ci trupul \u00ee\u021bi va pluti cu siguran\u021b\u0103
\nla suprafa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\ncuren\u021bii-n m\u00e2ini p\u00e2n\u0103 acum
\n\u0219i c\u00e2t vor mai curge
\ndar cu fiece rafal\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietoare
\nprin p\u0103r vor trece v\u00e2rste-ntregi de sare
\n\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 multe, multe stele
\npeste veacurile mele!<\/p>\n
\npare c\u0103 m-am \u0219i \u00eenecat
\nr\u0103t\u0103cindu-m\u0103<\/p>\n
\nde sori \u0219i de stele<\/p>\n
\nde tot ce era diminea\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i nu exist\u0103 ore mai \u00eentunecate
\n\u0219i rou\u0103 mai ploioas\u0103
\ndec\u00e2t cafeaua ei de boabe
\npe care o sim\u021beam \u00een fiecare cocean
\nadus \u00een fumul aleilor sale
\n\u0218oldul de acum \u00eel viziteaz\u0103
\npe cel de atunci
\nla acela\u0219i num\u0103r f\u0103r\u0103 adres\u0103
\nc\u0103ci locuiam chiar \u00een gra\u021biile
\nunduirii sale<\/p>\n
\nspre curba cu paltini
\nparc\u0103 a\u0219 trece
\npeste por\u021biunea de \u0219osea din mine
\nd\u0103n\u021buind tangouri<\/p>\n
\npentru ultima oar\u0103<\/p>\n
\niar ea cu becurile-i stinse<\/p>\n
\n\u00een care mersul fieros al orei
\nse confunda cu \u0219inele
\nce se despic\u0103 \u00een tot acelea\u0219i bra\u021be reci
\nde unghi \u00een c\u0103dere<\/p>\n
\nde ce minutul pe care \u00eel ascultam
\navea sonorul \u00eentrerupt
\nal unei t\u00e2mple ce se zbate
\ndup\u0103 un ceas cu cuc<\/p>\n
\nC\u00e2nd timpul s-a oprit \u00een loc
\npentru o secund\u0103 \u0219i
\nv\u0103z\u00e2ndu-i triunghiul d\u0103n\u021buind
\n\u00eentr-un compas continuu
\ni-a str\u0103puns limba
\ncu o \u00eengem\u0103nare-abrupt\u0103
\noprindu-i \u00een murmur sacadat
\ntot c\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n<\/p>\n