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Totul a fost sublim p\u00e2n\u0103 am trecut – ilegal – frontiera prin sudul mamei, \u00eentr-un \u015fase cire\u015far, prin 1984.<\/em><\/p>\n Copil\u0103ria, cu de toate \u015fi nimic, \u00eenc\u0103 e valabil\u0103 mar\u0163ea \u015fi-n toamnele cu so\u0163.<\/em><\/p>\n Mama a vrut contabil, deci \u0096 liceu economic. O factur\u0103 \u00eemi poate scr\u00e2nti iremediabil sinapsele \u015fi orgoliul.<\/em><\/p>\n Licen\u0163iat \u00een modul de a spune complicat c\u0103 nu \u015ftiu nimic, adic\u0103 \u00een filosofie.<\/em><\/p>\n \u0085Torturez copaci de vreun deceniu, cu tot cu pauze de mas\u0103 \u015fi somn. \u00centr-una dintre aceste recrea\u0163ii care a durat numai trei ani, \u00eemi dau foc la cinci sute de texte. <\/em> C\u00e2nd m\u00e2zg\u0103lesc vorbe, o fac duios, compact, cu vis de r\u0103spundere, cu prezen\u0163\u0103 de sictir \u015fi, uneori, \u00een lips\u0103 de mine.<\/em><\/p>\n Ce-i poezia? C\u00e2teodat\u0103, infirmier\u0103 cu craci gro\u015fi, rigl\u0103 \u015fi ferestre deschise \u00een palme. Alt\u0103dat\u0103, camionagiu \u00een moarte cerebral\u0103 – donator compatibil.<\/em><\/p>\n Ce ofer versului? \u015euruburi, c\u00e2rje, intimitate, timp. Foarte rar, uter.<\/em><\/p>\n \u0085Ce-mi ofer\u0103 el? Leucoplast cu gust prim\u0103v\u0103ratic, dup\u0103 ce-mi toarn\u0103 \u015futuri \u00een gur\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n Literar tast\u00e2nd, scot capul pe ici, colo \u015fi dincolo. Niciodat\u0103 ins\u0103 cu tot cu ochi.<\/em><\/p>\n Ce ponturi mi-au v\u00e2ndut via\u0163a \u015fi literatura? Iube\u015fte-\u0163i aproapele, dar f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftie\/ Dac\u0103 nu cade din primul pumn, tot degeaba\/ <\/em> Ocupa\u0163ia? “Respir, doctore, respir”.<\/em><\/p>\n Speran\u0163e de viitor literar? Greu – cu viitorul nu se glume\u015fte!(AAG)<\/em><\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n CU MINE, CU VOI, CU NIMENI<\/p>\n Singur Oamenii pe care i-am iubit \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eei Niciodat\u0103 nu e\u015fti singur dac\u0103 nu e\u015fti iubit \u2013 Vede\u0163i voi, *<\/p>\n SUNT TAT\u0102L \u00ceN MINCIUN\u0102, \u00ceN UMERI \u0218I GENUNCHI<\/p>\n E\u015fti taic\u0103-tu \u00een picioare, C\u00e2nd i-au t\u0103iat \u015ftreangul, chiar atunci \u015fi-a dat sufletul, \u00cemi amintesc ca pas\u0103rile zborul \u2013 Clipe\u015fti ca el, ca el ridici din umeri. Ah, cum m-a\u0163i nenorocit, nenoroci\u0163ilor, V\u0103 rog s\u0103 m\u0103 ierta\u0163i c\u0103 m-a\u0163i f\u0103cut, iubi\u0163ilor, Ai b\u0103rbia, ochii \u015fi umerii lui, Sunt pentru c\u0103 m-a durut, nu iubit, *<\/p>\n MIR\u0102RI PENTRU MANIRI<\/p>\n \u015ei uite, Maniri, c\u0103 aerul s-a-mbl\u00e2nzit, Te-aud culcat\u0103-n mine cum respiri beteal\u0103, \u015ei unde mai suntem, ame\u0163ito, T\u00e2g\u00e2d\u00e2m, t\u00e2g\u00e2d\u00e2m, t\u00e2g\u00e2d\u00e2m \u2013 *<\/p>\n CAZ (NE)CLASAT<\/p>\n Se f\u0103cea c\u0103 plou\u0103 cenu\u015f\u0103 ca \u00eentr-un crematoriu nem\u0163esc, La fiecare pas \u00eemi c\u0103dea c\u00e2te un deget, c\u00e2te un ochi, c\u00e2te o buz\u0103, Prin oase, omizile \u00eenfloreau frica, Num\u0103ram pe degete de c\u00e2te ori am spus iubesc, Aproape diminea\u0163a, \u015ei de peste deal au \u00eenceput s\u0103 vin\u0103 oameni \u00een uniforme, C\u00e2inii \u00ee\u015fi ascu\u0163eau col\u0163ii, m\u00e2r\u00e2iau \u015fi adulmecau p\u0103m\u00e2ntul *<\/p>\n SCRISOARE DEPARTE Mi-e dor de tine ca fricii de vin\u0103, ca mingii de joc, ia mai vino la o caraf\u0103, \u00eenstr\u0103inatule, vezi tu – de c\u00e2nd ai plecat, cad frunze, Ialine, cad frunze cum cad frunzele uscate toamna, mi-e dor, \u0219i r\u00e2s, \u0219i fug\u0103, \u0219i pl\u00e2ns, \u0219i nu mai \u00een\u021beleg nimic din toamna asta care \u00eenoat\u0103 portocaliu, dar unghia asta de soare, curb\u00e2nd cerul, *<\/p>\n DUP\u0102 CHIPUL \u0218I ASEM\u0102NAREA S\u00c2NGELUI<\/p>\n De unde vin, Nu mai striga\u0163i, nu mai t\u0103ce\u0163i! Am obosit at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t \u015ftiu Drumul, b\u0103tr\u00e2n v\u00e2n\u0103tor de acvile, *<\/p>\n ELEGIE DE DINCOLO<\/p>\n Se sub\u0163iar\u0103 timpul \u015fi forma \u015fi culoarea doar \u00eentr-un os de veci ***<\/p>\n selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de NIG\/Florida<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Totul a fost sublim p\u00e2n\u0103 am trecut – ilegal – front…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[30,28,47],"tags":[],"coauthors":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-J3","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2793"}],"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=2793"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2793\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2795,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2793\/revisions\/2795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2793"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2793"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2793"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2793"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nN-am b\u0103ut cenu\u015fa!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nDac\u0103 e de par\u0103sit, fii tu cel care pleac\u0103\/ De cele mai multe ori, cea mai reu\u015fit\u0103 poezie e punctul.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nca o compara\u0163ie de efect,
\n\u00eemi ascult unghiile \u015fi m\u0103 \u00eentreb de mine.<\/p>\n
\nse rup din,
\ndin monstrul meu hr\u0103nit cu unghiile pe care le rodeam c\u00e2nd mi-era foame, dar mi-era team\u0103 s\u0103 spun.<\/p>\n
\npas\u0103rea nu se pr\u0103bu\u015fe\u015fte \u00een umbra ei dac\u0103 nu zboar\u0103 \u2013
\n\u201cnu m\u0103 mai iubi\u0163i, nu m\u0103 mai iubi\u0163i!\u201d a\u015f \u0163ipa dac\u0103 \u0163ip\u0103tul nu mi-ar fi
\ncopil purtat pe umeri de fric\u0103,
\ndac\u0103 frica n-ai fi tu,
\ndac\u0103 pra\u015ftia copil\u0103riei nu ar fi ucis pas\u0103rea.<\/p>\n
\nnu sunt dec\u00e2t dorin\u0163ele, fricile, iubirile \u015fi a\u015ftept\u0103rile voastre,
\na\u015fa cum culoarea nu e dec\u0103t unghiul, lumina \u015fi clipa \u00een care o priviti,
\nvede\u0163i voi,
\nc\u00e2nd sunt singur \u015fi doare,
\ndac\u0103 v\u0103 spun,
\nnu mai am nici m\u0103car
\nsingur\u0103tatea \u015fi durerea.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eemi tot spune mama de la o vreme,
\nvoioas\u0103 de parc\u0103 ar culege ghiocei
\n\u00een cimitir.
\nEu o ascult ca pe o plac\u0103 dintr-un ora\u015f p\u0103r\u0103sit.<\/p>\n
\nsor\u0103-ta aia mare l-a pupat,
\nera cald \u00eenc\u0103,
\ntu erai rece.
\nPrivind banii de pe pieptul lui, m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam dac\u0103 ne ajung de-o cas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nera cald \u015fi galben precum un cozonac de care mi-era foame;
\nmama nu minte, nici duminicile galbene din palmele ei.<\/p>\n
\n– Bine, mam\u0103, iubit\u0103 mam\u0103, \u015fi cum ai vrea s\u0103 clipesc \u015fi s\u0103 ridic din umeri f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 doar\u0103, \u00eentreb \u015fi eu t\u0103cut, fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-mi ultimul rid.<\/p>\n
\nia te uit\u0103 cum nu m\u0103 pot uita la p\u0103s\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu c\u0103
\n\u00een penele lor sunt fluturi din oase de mort,
\nc\u0103 \u00een inimile lor \u00eenalte zv\u00e2cnesc vis, speran\u0163\u0103 \u015fi dor de mort,
\nc\u0103 toate cuvintele sunt pletele mortului,
\nc\u0103 mortul e viul din frica mea.<\/p>\n
\neram \u015fi eu haihui,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 v-a\u0163i hot\u0103r\u00e2t c\u0103 ar fi bine s\u0103-mi ar\u0103ta\u0163i galbenul rece,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 v-a\u0163i hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 fac toate lucrurile num\u0103r\u00e2nd,
\nc\u0103 doar num\u0103r\u00e2nd lucrurile se fac corect,
\nc\u0103 doar dup\u0103 o or\u0103 u\u015fa e-ncuiat\u0103 \u015fi gazul \u00eenchis.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eemi spui, mam\u0103, de parc\u0103 e\u015fti singura care sufer\u0103,
\nde parc\u0103 durerea ta e dreptul meu la suferin\u0163\u0103, nenorocito iubit\u0103 care e\u015fti.<\/p>\n
\npentru c\u0103 \u00eentre zbor \u015fi pr\u0103bu\u015fire, exist\u0103 umbr\u0103,
\npentru c\u0103 umerii tat\u0103lui m\u0103 apas\u0103 cum urletul apas\u0103
\nfrica
\n\u015fi fuga.<\/p>\n
\nfi-\u0163i-ar z\u00e2mbetul pe gura mea s\u0103-\u0163i fie!<\/p>\n
\npe degete m\u0103 numeri, pe t\u00e2mpl\u0103 inelarul schiaz\u0103,
\n\u00een osul s\u0103u pocnesc obezii fluturi,
\n\u015fi cerul se clatin\u0103 ca verdele topit
\n\u015fi verdele topit sculpteaz\u0103 planoare-n ochii t\u0103i,
\nlua-te-ar zborul meu s\u0103 te ia de mirat\u0103!<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2nd toate ale tale nu sunt dec\u00e2t acolo,
\ndec\u00e2t acolo unde ale mele sunt,
\ndec\u00e2t acolo unde ro\u015ful rostogole\u015fte
\ndin\u0163ii de lapte?<\/p>\n
\ndoar at\u00e2t s\u0103 mai r\u0103spunzi, doar at\u00e2t s\u0103 mai \u00eentreb,
\nlua-te-ar nemurirea s\u0103 te ia!<\/p>\n
\ncea\u0163a sugruma lanul de porumb,
\nlanul de porumb, fuga mea.<\/p>\n
\nm-am tr\u00e2ntit p\u00e2n\u0103 la g\u00e2t \u00een mla\u015ftin\u0103 mov,
\npeste deal treceau trenuri \u015fi fulgere,
\npeste deal nu trecea nimeni.<\/p>\n
\nnu voiam,
\nnu voiam s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc,
\nnu voiam s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la noi.<\/p>\n
\nnu mai aveam degete,
\ncu ultima unghie am aprins foc,
\ncu ultimul ochi arz\u00e2nd m-am uitat departe, departe
\n\u00een mine,
\nnici un fir de iarb\u0103 nu s-a mi\u015fcat
\n\u015fi am \u015ftiut c\u0103 sunt singur.<\/p>\n
\nnorii \u00eenc\u0103 se goleau de plumb cum se golesc oamenii unii pe al\u0163ii,
\napoi se desp\u0103r\u0163eau \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163ind o pas\u0103re.<\/p>\n
\nlanternele s\u0103pau tunel prin mine,
\nla cap\u0103tul s\u0103u, un mort despachetat.<\/p>\n
\nde parc\u0103 \u00eemi c\u0103utau sufletul.<\/p>\n
\n(lui Ialin)<\/p>\n
\nca mor\u021bii de vii mi-e dor de tine;<\/p>\n
\nia mai vino s\u0103 ne sculpt\u0103m vi\u0219iniu copil\u0103riile,
\n\u0219tii c\u0103 doar noi \u0219i ecoul ne ascult\u0103m la fel de bine,
\nc\u0103 z\u00e2mbetele noastre sunt stafii \u00eemprumutate,
\n\u0219tii doar c\u0103 inimile noastre au aceea\u0219i ureche muzical\u0103;<\/p>\n
\nam pierdut acel moment rar \u00een care vorbeam cu mine,
\ndar cu un mine mai bun;<\/p>\n
\ntrebuie s\u0103 \u0219tii acel sentiment umbros \u0219i rece,
\nsentimentul \u0103la care te face s\u0103 vorbe\u0219ti cu toat\u0103 lumea de unul singur,
\n\u0103la care te \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i te duce cu g\u00e2ndul la p\u0103m\u00e2nt;<\/p>\n
\numbrele se arcuiesc la fel, la fel sunt toate cele l\u0103sate-n urm\u0103,
\ndar nu \u00een aceea\u0219i ordine;<\/p>\n
\ndin v\u00e2ntul v\u00e2n\u0103t care r\u0103stoarn\u0103 toamna nu mai \u00een\u021beleg nimic,<\/p>\n
\nunghia asta alb\u0103 ca dou\u0103 palme impreunate,
\nunghia asta, doar asta,
\no-n\u021beleg.<\/p>\n
\nnu mai este nimic;
\nam avut grij\u0103 s\u0103 distrugem tot,
\npe c\u00e2t e omene\u015fte posibil.<\/p>\n
\nnu m\u0103 mai r\u0103sucesc \u00een\u0103untru dup\u0103 chipul \u015fi asem\u0103narea s\u00e2ngelui,
\ndoar p\u0103s\u0103rile \u2013 negre antene \u2013 mai pot asculta naufragiile
\nf\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103.<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 se poate tr\u0103i cu durere \u015fi singur\u0103tate
\nla fel de bine sau r\u0103u ca atunci,
\nacum c\u00e2nd nu mai a\u015fteapt\u0103 nimeni
\nnimic.<\/p>\n
\nascute harponul \u015fi se uit\u0103 la cer
\nca la o saco\u015f\u0103 de rafie \u00een care bate v\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n
\n\u00een zboruri \u00eengro\u015fate, \u00een p\u0103s\u0103ri neajunse
\nla pl\u00e2ns,
\niar p\u0103s\u0103rii din z\u00e2mbet nu-i mai ajunse zborul,
\nse pr\u0103bu\u015fise timpul sub ancore uscate;<\/p>\n
\nm-am str\u00e2ns
\n\u015fi-am str\u00e2ns
\ndin ochi, din din\u0163i, din s\u00e2nge,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, duso, ai \u00eenceput a str\u00e2nge
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la m\u0103duv\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 la cruce, p\u00e2n\u0103 la v\u00e2nt,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\ncopacii se leg\u0103nau mai pustii,
\n\u015fi-am \u00eentrebat mai mort \u015fi mai viu:
\nmai \u015ftiu,
\nmai \u015ftii?<\/p>\n<\/p>\n