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# Dystopic<\/strong><\/p>\n &<\/p>\n 0.8 mg de nicotin\u0103 de fiecare dat\u0103 cand ascul\u021bi \/ no life , no cry \/<\/p>\n \u00een spa\u021biile vag aeriste \/ uria\u0219ele spa\u021bii ale descompuneririi repetate chiar acum sub unghii nu este carne mg de t\u0103cere \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 cerul sunt: p\u0103s\u0103rile, norii \u0219i lunga mea respiratie \u00een aerul rarefiat al neputin\u021bei<\/p>\n miligrame de team\u0103 cu care to\u021bi oamenii se hr\u0103nesc<\/p>\n pet-uri care a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 fie reciclate ce moment al zilei este)<\/p>\n dar nici nu mai conteaz\u0103 \/ orbirea se petrece treptat \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi asigur\u0103 protec\u021bie dar te ui\u021bi pe fereastr\u0103 de undeva de sus \u00eenca 0.8. mg. de nicotin\u0103 \u00een corpul t\u0103u nesfin\u021bit \/ pentru c\u0103 \u0219tii<\/p>\n asta e imposibil. &<\/p>\n o izbire de o ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i totul devine real. \u00een ora\u0219ul ca un imens catafalc pornesc de aici. de la g\u00e2t \u00een jos ___________________<\/p>\n &<\/p>\n da, noaptea \u00eentre inima noastr\u0103 \u0219i inima neagr\u0103 a ora\u0219ului ne fac s\u0103 respir\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 ce ele se unesc \u0219i pe acolo or s\u0103 treac\u0103 _________________<\/p>\n & _____________<\/p>\n &<\/p>\n o lumin\u0103 care s\u0103 disece totul avem luciditatea unui doctor care scoate o inim\u0103. apoi moarte clinic\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00een aceast\u0103 lume unde re\u021bele de cabluri ne magazine str\u0103lucitoare. str\u0103zi str\u0103lucitoare. soarele e un coctail molotov. inimile stau ________________<\/p>\n & de aici vedem ma\u0219iniile viitorului apare o linie sub\u021bire care tremur\u0103 ca la poligraf<\/p>\n c\u00e2nd p\u0103m\u00e2ntul se cutremur\u0103 pe ecranul ma\u0219inii viitorului apare o linie \u00een form\u0103 de inim\u0103. ____________<\/p>\n & st\u0103p\u00e2ne, cu acelasi drag cu care \u00eemi \u00eempart m\u0103ncarea copiilor un drum \u00eenafara ora\u0219ului \u00eentr-o noapte \u00eenstelat\u0103 _____________<\/p>\n &<\/p>\n \u00een c\u0103m\u0103\u0219i de for\u021b\u0103 e iarn\u0103 si garoul acesta ne str\u00e2nge din ce \u00een ce \u00een mai tare. & dragostea. repet\u0103m: aceasta e pl\u0103cerea.<\/p>\n s\u0103 fim detinu\u021bii care a\u0219teapt\u0103 m\u00e2ncarea \u00eenc\u0103 o zi \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 o zi la ie\u0219ire le vom arunca \u00een borcane de sticl\u0103 nesiguran\u021b\u0103. apoi vom pleca pe str\u0103zi cu perfuziile \u00een vene pline cu lichide &<\/p>\n cre\u0219tere de serotonin\u0103 \u00een mijlocul verii \/ o lucid\u0103 transformare care nu verific\u0103 dar nimeni nu va muri \/ ne vom prinde unul cu altul de m\u00e2ini precum animalelor s\u0103lbatice<\/p>\n at\u00e2t \u0219i sc\u00e2nteierea apelor \u00een amurg \u0219i a celorlate ecrane albastre de pe care suntem urm\u0103ri\u021bi \/ zi \u0219i noapte _________________<\/p>\n & soarele, florile, z\u0103pada care \u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a scurs o placent\u0103 ne \u021bine vii ca pe ni\u0219te coconi. str\u0103zile vor \u00eenghe\u021ba \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 si odat\u0103 cu ele<\/p>\n corpurile nostre se vor \u00eengropa \u00een nelini\u0219ti si z\u0103pada chimic\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd lumina ne va cuceri _________________<\/p>\n &<\/p>\n pe toate dealurile, lichidele grele spre poarta de la ie\u0219irea orasului e lini\u0219te. \u00een cealalt\u0103, vidul, dragostea. \u00een cealalt\u0103, &<\/p>\n cerul \u00een fa\u0219e de tifon ca un fetus cu \u00een \u0219iruri paralele str\u0103lucesc \u00een micile sclipiri ale asfaltului \/ diminea\u021ba<\/p>\n ne adun\u0103m \u00een fata caselor ne e dor de o singur\u0103 cas\u0103 dar aceast\u0103 cas\u0103 nu mai exist\u0103 \/ \u00eenchidem \u0219i noi ochii p\u00e2n\u0103 la sosirea zorilor ne povestim fiecare – trauma &<\/p>\n e ora la care ar trebui s\u0103 ne trezim ne imagin\u0103m c\u0103 lumea este casa noastr\u0103 am l\u0103sat \u0219i un pian vechi acolo pe care se a\u0219eaz\u0103 vr\u0103biile<\/p>\n iar noi de aici de departe develop\u0103m filmele & ne vedem pe noi a\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 ne \u00eentoarcem & seara, ne mai uit\u0103m o dat\u0103 la cer &<\/p>\n rotoarele s-au oprit. cele care se \u00eenv\u00e2rt \u00eenc\u0103 ne refugiem \u00een camerele noastre albe \u0219i negre fotografii pe care le vom at\u00e2rna pe s\u00e2rme zgomot de rotor care ne pune din nou &<\/p>\n o \u00eenchisoare fragil\u0103 \u0219i frumoas\u0103 ____________<\/p>\n &<\/p>\n r\u0103ni acoperindu-se unele pe altele de aceea prefer\u0103m drumurile prin p\u0103dure\/<\/p>\n unde teama are frunzele ro\u0219ii ____________<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" # Dystopic<\/strong><\/p>\n &<\/p>\n 0.8 mg de nicotin\u0103
\n\u00een iarna aceasta at\u00e2t de lung\u0103
\nca un tren \u00eencetinind \u00eentre g\u0103rile pustii<\/p>\n
\nale fiin\u021belor mici<\/p>\n
\nsunt alte organisme care se \u00eenfrupt\u0103 ca \u0219i tine din necunoscut<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2nd soarele sparge barieara de la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\n\u0219i mu\u0219c\u0103 din geamuri ca dintr-un cadavru abia stins<\/p>\n
\nmizerie \u00eenfipt\u0103 \u00een drumurile cele mai frumoase ( c\u00e2nd te ridici & nu mai \u0219tii<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2nd fumul se lipe\u0219te de retin\u0103<\/p>\n
\nau spus s\u0103 nu ucidem nimic, c\u00e2ndva<\/p>\n
\nvezi toate insectele care vor s\u0103 supravie\u021buiasc\u0103<\/p>\n
\n_____________<\/p>\n
\noase \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiate, ora\u0219ul carnivor \u00eenghi\u021bindu-ne.
\nnu e nimic de v\u0103zut aici. obsesii aciuate
\nla col\u021buri de strad\u0103 ca ni\u0219te cer\u0219etori
\ndec\u0103zu\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\n\u00een care roiuri \u0219i roiuri de oameni
\nse ascund
\n\u00ee\u0219i ascund temerile \u00een m\u0103tasea lui vibrant\u0103 \u0219i cald\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nnumai singur\u0103tate.
\n\u0219i soarele privindu-m\u0103 ca un ochi de jaguar
\nprin geamul cr\u0103pat
\nmutil\u00e2ndu-mi lini\u0219tea: e\u0219ti ceea ce vezi: o moarte violent\u0103 \u0219i scurt\u0103 \u00een loc
\nde una lent\u0103 \u0219i frumoas\u0103. un dans al p\u0103s\u0103rii de foc
\n\u00eenaintea noastr\u0103, ca un spectacol funebru, cu gra\u021bie.<\/p>\n
\ncontinu\u0103 s\u0103 se fac\u0103 un nod str\u00e2ns
\npe care
\nnimeni nu-l poate desface.
\ndoar aerul absorbind zgomotele p\u0103durii cu animalele lui mici
\n\u0219i zburdalnice,
\ndoar corzile care se \u00eentind peste ora\u0219ul anemic \u0219i sclipitor<\/p>\n
\n&
\nnimic nu se schimb\u0103,
\nnici trupul, nici str\u0103zile, nici carnea acesta f\u0103cut\u0103 s\u0103
\ntresar\u0103 la orice amintire sau vis,
\nla orice \u00eempu\u0219c\u0103tur\u0103 care se aude de departe,
\nla orice trecere a trenului prin v\u0103ile frumoase & toxice ale
\ninimilor noastre<\/p>\n
\nal\u021bi copii ca noi, \u00een drum spre \u0219coal\u0103 sau spre serviciu \/ c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-se pe ei \u00een\u0219i\u0219i
\nzile \u00een \u0219ir. nop\u021bi \u0219i ani lungi. \u00een \u0219ir.<\/p>\n
\nsoarele de prim\u0103var\u0103
\nne devoreaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la oase
\nne arunc\u0103m pieile ca pe ni\u0219te haine murdare
\ne ziua \u00een care p\u0103s\u0103rile se \u00eentorc acas\u0103
\ne ziua \u00een care intr\u0103m \u00een noi cu \u0219enilele unui tanc
\nne uit\u0103m pe cer \u0219i vedem flori & avioane
\nc\u0103z\u00e2nd
\nintr\u00e2nd
\n\u00een stratosfer\u0103 apoi \u00een
\nnoi ca \u00eentr-un nor pufos
\npe care
\ns\u00e2ngele nostru \u00eel umple \/ astfel evad\u0103m \u00een lumea real\u0103
\ncu trupurile din ce \u00een ce mai abstracte
\n& mai u\u0219oare cu 21 de grame<\/p>\n
\nca un bisturiu p\u00e2n\u0103 la oase.<\/p>\n
\nbypass.
\ntreceri dintr-o parte \u00een alta
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la regenerarea tesuturilor.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 mersul.<\/p>\n
\ndureri str\u0103lucitoare.<\/p>\n
\nz\u0103pada o aglomerare de vise albe.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u0219urate pe rezisten\u021be electrice.
\nstr\u0103zile lungi pulseaz\u0103 precum anemonele.
\nr\u0103m\u00e2nem sub cerul dezvelit ca sub o p\u0103tur\u0103 moale
\n&
\nnimic nu ne alung\u0103 frica.
\niar soarele se face din ce \u00een ce mai ro\u0219u.
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd r\u0103uri de s\u00e2nge curg lini\u0219tite.<\/p>\n
\nsuntem \u00een\u0103untru \u0219i focul arde viu
\n\u00eentre panouri de sticl\u0103 fumurie<\/p>\n
\n\u00eenregistr\u00e2ndu-ne fiecare mi\u0219care
\ne cald & c\u00e2nd ne str\u00e2ngem de m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n
\nlu\u0103m cartea cu desene din copil\u0103rie
\ndespre p\u0103m\u00e2ntul acesta fragil
\n\u0219i o b\u0103g\u0103m \u00eentr-un
\nghiozdan pe care cineva l-a l\u0103sat pentru noi<\/p>\n
\napoi puls necontrolat & linia sub\u021bire care nu se mai sf\u00e2r\u0219e\u0219te.<\/p>\n
\nn-o s\u0103 spun nimic daca voi c\u0103dea \u00eentr-o mlastin\u0103 cu aburi otravitori,
\neventual voi scoate o m\u00e2n\u0103 afar\u0103, dou\u0103 & voalul de cea\u021b\u0103 mi
\nse va prinde g\u00e2t ca un la\u021b.
\nc\u00e2nd
\naerul se \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie ca un diavol \u00een jurul meu
\n\u00ee\u021bi
\njur
\npace \u021bie<\/p>\n
\ncu aceea\u0219i nevoie de libertate pe care mi-o d\u0103<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i o lun\u0103 care de departe
\npare c\u0103 vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 sf\u00e2\u0219ie & s\u0103 m\u0103-nghit\u0103,
\n\u0219i eu uite, z\u00e2mbesc \u00een camer\u0103, \u00een unghiul ei mort \u0219i m\u0103 las absorbit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\npe marginea unui pat de spital, pe ferestre
\nvedem cum ambulantele vin \u0219i pleac\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nprin tuburi sub\u021biri ne evacu\u0103m toata teama<\/p>\n
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ne vom s\u0103tura inimile.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i vom scrie pe ele:<\/p>\n
\n&
\nfric\u0103
\n&
\ncolaps.<\/p>\n
\nalbe la fel ca z\u0103pada.
\n_______________<\/p>\n
\nsoarele abia n\u0103scut
\nlumea \u00een facere
\nscoruri apgar sc\u0103zute
\nstr\u0103zi abia des\u021belenite
\nsateli\u021bii lui google maps
\nasta e ceea ce ne \u00eenconjoar\u0103
\npe o por\u021biune de p\u0103dure defri\u0219at\u0103<\/p>\n
\nnicio lege \/ oamenii \u00ee\u0219i scriu ultimele dorin\u021be
\npe buc\u0103\u021bi de piele \/ a\u0219a cum le-ar rosti pe paturile de moarte<\/p>\n
\nvom \u00eenghi\u021bi Pastilele fericirii
\ncare vor exploda \u00een bur\u021bile noastre \/ acesta fiind ultimul
\nexperiment la care vom fi supu\u0219i
\n\u00eenainte de a ni se da drumul \u00een libertate<\/p>\n
\npe c\u00e2mpiile defri\u0219ate
\npe str\u0103zile abia des\u021belenite
\nla lumina telefoanelor mobile<\/p>\n
\nat\u00e2t \u0219i sc\u00e2nteierea stelelor \u00een noapte \/ din care suntem f\u0103cu\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\ndroguri de prim\u0103var\u0103
\npe care le \u00eenghi\u021bim:<\/p>\n
\nde pe de stre\u0219inile caselor<\/p>\n
\navort\u0103m teama c\u0103 m\u00e2ine<\/p>\n
\nca ni\u0219te ghiocei l\u0103sa\u021bi s\u0103 creasc\u0103 \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
\no lumin\u0103 nociv\u0103
\n\u0219i str\u0103lucitoare
\n&
\no s\u0103 \u00eenghi\u021bim aburii mor\u021bii la fiecare col\u021b de camer\u0103.
\no camer\u0103 din care suntem incapabili sa evad\u0103m
\no camer\u0103 plin\u0103 de insecte d\u0103un\u0103toare
\npe care zi de zi \u00eencerc\u0103m s\u0103 le strivim.<\/p>\n
\ncurg \u00een aval.
\nnicotin\u0103 \u0219i p\u0103cur\u0103 desprins\u0103 din acoperi\u0219urile blocurilor.
\nne intr\u0103
\nmai departe \u00een piele.<\/p>\n
\nea func\u021bioneaz\u0103 ca un sas. \u00eentr-o parte
\np\u0103durea cu animale s\u0103lbatice,
\nterenurile revendicate de corpora\u021bii
\n\u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-se p\u00e2n\u0103 la orizont,<\/p>\n
\n\/
\n\u00eentr-o parte for\u021ba care accelereaz\u0103 stelele
\nenergia \u00eentunecat\u0103 care ne face s\u0103
\nrupem randurile,<\/p>\n
\nnoi \u0219i ora\u0219ul \u00een efect de algosedare
\nprimind doze din ce \u00een ce mai mari de
\nsingur\u0103tate.
\n_______________<\/p>\n
\nochii \u00eenchi\u0219i \/ sub el c\u00e2mpiile verzi
\npe care ne-am construit casele<\/p>\n
\nla fel ca s\u0103ge\u021bile otr\u0103vite, g\u00e2ndurile noastre<\/p>\n
\n\u00een c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ile de noapte sp\u0103late \u0219i apretate<\/p>\n
\n\u00een care mamele noastre preg\u0103teau pr\u0103jituri \u0219i gemuri<\/p>\n
\nprecum copiii nen\u0103scu\u021bi \u00een placent\u0103
\n\u0219i \u0219tim.
\nde cate ori astept\u0103m s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 soarele, vom prinde via\u021b\u0103 din nou,
\nunii lipsi\u021bi de picioare, al\u021bii de m\u00e2ini, unii de inim\u0103,<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i frica \u00eencepe sa apar\u0103, se \u00eenf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 ca un firicel de ap\u0103 sub\u021bire
\nchiar \u0219i \u00een cei mai puternici,
\ncei care desf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 fa\u0219ele de tifon, le cur\u0103\u021b\u0103 si le spal\u0103, zi de zi \/ pentru noi.
\n________________<\/p>\n
\nacas\u0103 & o facem<\/p>\n
\np\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103\/ d\u0103r\u0103p\u0103nat\u0103 \/ \u00een care fotografii amatori
\n\u00ee\u0219i fac filmele industrial style<\/p>\n
\nni\u0219te fantome printre ziduri furmoase \u0219i vechi<\/p>\n
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tim de ce o facem, \u00een timp ce \u0219oseaua lung\u0103 \u0219i
\numed\u0103, ca un bra\u021b \u00eentins \u00eenspre
\nsoare, dispare.
\n_______________<\/p>\n
\nalimenteaz\u0103 cu energie
\nsoarele, ma\u0219inile de gunoi \u0219i str\u0103zile.<\/p>\n
\nca \u00een ni\u0219te camere obscure
\nunde ne developam amintirile
\n&
\ntriste\u021bile
\n&
\nfricile.<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 se usuce. c\u00e2nd zgomotele din interior
\nse opresc \/ auzim prim\u0103vara.
\nzgomot de flori \u0219i mizerie \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-se pe asfalturi.<\/p>\n
\n\u00een mi\u0219care inimile de silicon.
\n__________________<\/p>\n
\naceast\u0103 cas\u0103. clopo\u021beii sun\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd bate vantul. frigul a \u00eenghe\u021bat
\ncear\u0219afurile albe de pe s\u00e2rme. la televizor
\ndoi patinatori gra\u021bio\u0219i execut\u0103 mi\u0219c\u0103ri acrobate.
\ndar unde suntem noi aici?
\np\u0103\u0219im pe covoarele moi ca printr-o z\u0103pad\u0103 acid\u0103
\nsera cu inductoare de somn adormim \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a\u021bi
\nca dou\u0103 stele apropiate
\ndevorandu-\u0219i una alteia s\u00e2ngele.
\n\u0219i din aceast\u0103 hemofilie se na\u0219te dragostea noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nprecum valurile de cea\u021b\u0103 din p\u0103durile nordului.
\nc\u0103r\u0103rile sunt vii acoperite cu mu\u0219chi cu
\ncerbi \u0219i c\u0103prioare \u00eempu\u0219cate. \u00een ochii lor
\nsticle\u0219te p\u0103durea. o singur\u0103 mi\u0219care, o singur\u0103 pal\u0103 de v\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i vom c\u0103dea din picioare secera\u021bi de gloan\u021be.
\ndar a\u0219a se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 zilnic,
\nc\u00e2nd mergem pe str\u0103zile ora\u0219ului \u0219i ma\u0219inile
\nne sorteaz\u0103 \/ eticheteaz\u0103\/ r\u0103nesc.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i o putem observa de departe.
\naici nu exista fric\u0103\/ exist\u0103 enclave ale fricii
\nunde fiecare \u00ee\u0219i arat\u0103 m\u00e2inile inscrip\u021bionate
\ncu un simbol. noi suntem ochi de caprioar\u0103.
\nc\u00e2nd suntem singuri ne uit\u0103m la inscrip\u021bia de pe piele
\n\u0219i e ca \u0219i cum
\n\u0219tim cine suntem.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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