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Scriitorul Lauren\u0163iu Belizan s-a n\u0103scut pe 28 iunie 1963. A absolvit Liceul \u201eB. P. Hasdeu\u201d din Buz\u0103u \u015fi Facultatea de Inginerie Electric\u0103 a Institutului Politehnic din Bucure\u015fti. A mo\u015ftenit pasiunea pentru lectur\u0103 \u015fi scris de la tat\u0103l s\u0103u, Alexandru Belizan, un foarte apreciat profesor de limb\u0103 \u015fi literatur\u0103 rom\u00e2n\u0103. Crede c\u0103 poezia<\/em>\u00a0se\u00a0na\u015fte printr<\/em>-o\u00a0fin\u0103 alchimie<\/em>\u00a0\u00een fiecare dintre noi.<\/p>\n Volume de poezii:<\/p>\n \u201ePareidolia<\/strong>\u201d \u2013 editura Humanitas, Bucure\u0219ti, 2011<\/p>\n \u201eOnirograme<\/strong>\u201d\u00a0 \u2013\u00a0 editura Editgraph, Buz\u0103u, 2012<\/p>\n \u201eselfie cu Dumnezeu<\/strong>\u201d \u2013\u00a0 editura Rafet, R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat, 2015<\/p>\n A fost publicat, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu anul 2008, \u00een cincisprezece volume colective pe poezie \u015fi proz\u0103.<\/p>\n Dintre acestea amintim antologia \u201ePoezia vie\u201d, editat\u0103 \u00een prim\u0103vara lui 2016, la editura Rafet din R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat, \u00een care apare al\u0103turi de poe\u021bii Adrian Suciu, Lucian M\u0103n\u0103ilescu, Valeriu Mircea Popa, Marius Dumitrescu, Ciprian Chirvasiu.<\/p>\n Are poeme traduse \u00een spaniol\u0103 \u015fi publicate \u00een revista online Circulo Poetico RefleXos <\/em>– Espacio Niram, Madrid, sub \u00eengrijirea Ariadnei Petri. Poeme t\u0103lm\u0103cite \u00een englez\u0103 de prof. Veronica V\u0103leanu \u015fi editate \u00een revistele online Cuadernos<\/em> literarios <\/em>\u015fi Cultural Club<\/em>.<\/p>\n Este cofondator \u015fi pre\u015fedinte al cenaclului \u201eAnte Portas<\/strong>\u201d, \u00eenfiin\u0163at \u00een august 2013 sub egida Casei de cultur\u0103 a sindicatelor din Buz\u0103u. \u00cen 2015 infiin\u0163eaz\u0103 \u015fi editeaz\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 cu membrii cenaclului, Revista \u201eAnte Portas<\/strong>\u201d.<\/p>\n Colabor\u0103ri editare c\u0103r\u021bi:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Premii sau distinc\u0163ii pentru activitate literar\u0103:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n green octopus<\/strong><\/p>\n ai observat? toate ale firii \u00ee\u015fi g\u0103sesc lini\u015ftea hai \u00een noaptea asta \u00een alt secol! focul p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie bol\u0163ile se afum\u0103 sub z\u0103pad\u0103 \u00eengropa\u0163i de vii a\u015f vrea s\u0103 intr\u0103m \u00eentr-o tulpin\u0103 de m\u0103r <\/p>\n ab initio<\/strong><\/p>\n s\u0103 te po\u0163i opri din drum blocat \u00een trafic cu t\u00e2mplele zv\u00e2cnind ca ni\u015fte branhii \u00een dreptul second-handului oare mai dormi? nimeni nu se mai poate mi\u015fca <\/p>\n <\/p>\n ayahuasca <\/strong><\/p>\n m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc cum ar fi toate anotimpurile topite \u00eentr-unul singur: prima zi\/ ochiul t\u0103u st\u00e2ng: a doua zi ochiul t\u0103u drept: peste aproximativ patru miliarde de ani Calea Lactee se va ciocni cu Andromeda s\u0103 punem frunzele la macerat draga mea: a treia zi ne vom na\u015fte pentru cer <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Bonnie & the slide<\/strong><\/p>\n rev\u0103d filmul \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rilor \u0219i uite \u00eemi spui\/ tu e\u0219ti Piatra \u00eempreun\u0103 \u021binem pe bra\u021be ora\u0219ul noi\/ dou\u0103 ape\/ actori principali pe c\u00e2mpul de lupt\u0103 noi\/ dou\u0103 ape\/ una s\u0103rat\u0103 ca o salin\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd\/ cealalt\u0103 dulce ca mierea <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n muzeul femeilor de cear\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00een viscerele mele zac<\/p>\n torsuri urechi m\u00e2ini<\/p>\n ca \u00eentr-un pasaj \u00eentunecat<\/p>\n unde am v\u0103zut odat\u0103<\/p>\n instrumente muzicale dezmembrate<\/p>\n un fel de morg\u0103 a sunetelor ucise \u00een fa\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n <\/p>\n mai \u015ftii s\u0103 z\u00e2mbe\u015fti?<\/p>\n arat\u0103-mi bra\u0163ul care te durea!<\/p>\n ai o m\u0103tanie \u00eentre degete?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n parc\u0103 ar fi muzeul femeilor de cear\u0103<\/p>\n care ard mocnit p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultima pic\u0103tur\u0103<\/p>\n \u00eemi spuneai cu un z\u00e2mbet oblic<\/p>\n <\/p>\n de fiecare dat\u0103 este altfel cu noi<\/p>\n cu alte ve\u015fminte \u00een fiecare sear\u0103<\/p>\n <\/p>\n la Madame Tussauds te duci<\/p>\n \u015fi te fotografiezi cu ni\u015fte falsuri<\/p>\n dar e\u015fti entuziasmat<\/p>\n <\/p>\n m-ai prins \u00een vulva ta ca pe un fir de nisip<\/p>\n aidoma unei scoici \u015fi acum m\u0103 \u00eembraci \u00een sidef<\/p>\n ap\u0103r\u00e2ndu-te iubindu-m\u0103<\/p>\n <\/p>\n copacul acesta are m\u00e2ini \u00een loc de crengi<\/p>\n \u00ee\u015fi desface palmele cu fructe<\/p>\n <\/p>\n tu nu mai e\u015fti<\/p>\n dar respir balonul<\/p>\n pe care l-ai umflat \u00een copil\u0103rie<\/p>\n apoi m\u0103 sui \u00een nacel\u0103<\/p>\n <\/p>\n se vede o \u0163ar\u0103 \u00een care fiecare col\u0163 are forma ta<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de NIG(Florida)<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Scriitorul Lauren\u0163i…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1,30,28,47],"tags":[],"coauthors":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-Jf","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2805"}],"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=2805"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2805\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2810,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2805\/revisions\/2810"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2805"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2805"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2805"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2805"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
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\noare caracati\u0163a nu e un copac marin?
\nsau bradul o sepie verde
\nce prive\u015fte cu ochiul de ciclop din v\u00e2rf
\n\u015fi secret\u0103 globuri \u00een care se ascunde copil\u0103ria noastr\u0103?
\nbradul t\u0103u are ceva magic
\nare sev\u0103
\nal meu este sclipitor dar al t\u0103u e viu<\/p>\n
\ncu o gar\u0103 pentru doi
\ncu blinii z\u0103pad\u0103 \u015fi vodk\u0103
\n\u00eentr-o drezin\u0103 s\u0103 alunec\u0103m spre locul
\nunde soarele se tupileaz\u0103 \u00een pe\u015fteri
\ns\u0103 uit\u0103m cochet\u0103ria marilor ora\u015fe
\nfumul lor indecent
\nspiritul incert
\norgasmele de kevlar<\/p>\n
\nlimbile noastre danseaz\u0103 ca dou\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri flamingo
\npe sub pleoapa soarelui s\u0103 ne p\u0103trundem ca doi corali!<\/p>\n
\nrespir\u0103m \u00een globurile bradului<\/p>\n
\ncum intr\u0103 ursul \u00een grot\u0103
\ns\u0103 hibern\u0103m unul \u00een cel\u0103lalt
\nad\u00e2nc
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la ultimul s\u00e2mbure<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103 descoperi
\nsuperbele nimicuri ale zilei:
\nfulgul de pas\u0103re \u2013
\nr\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een ora\u015ful \u0103sta blestemat \u2013
\nmi\u015fc\u00e2ndu-se pe parbriz
\nm\u0103sur\u00e2nd parc\u0103 timpul din alte lumi
\ncu pe\u0163iolul de os transparent<\/p>\n
\n\u00ee\u0163i vine s\u0103 te urci pe ma\u015fin\u0103 ca Michael Douglas \u00een filmul acela dement
\ndar nu \u2013
\ndansul limbului alb-cenu\u015fiu deasupra geamului casant
\nte \u0163ine treaz<\/p>\n
\no feti\u0163\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103-n purpur\u0103 urc\u0103 \u0163op\u0103ind a durerii dulce ramp\u0103
\nun b\u0103tr\u00e2n o imit\u0103 z\u00e2mbind
\nto\u0163i \u015foferii aplaud\u0103
\n\u015fi palmele lor se coloreaz\u0103 ca dup\u0103 decojitul nucilor verzi
\n\u015fi ro\u0163ile \u2013
\ncu r\u0103d\u0103cinile lor negre<\/p>\n
\n\u00ee\u0163i tresare m\u0103car un deget de galben?<\/p>\n
\nora\u015ful plute\u015fte ca o banchiz\u0103
\ncobor lini\u015ftit
\nvibra\u0163ia claxoanelor \u0163\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte prelung ca un gheizer
\nprind fulgul \u00eel \u00eenfig \u00een asfalt
\nv\u00e2ntul leag\u0103n\u0103 marginile zdren\u0163uite ale unui afi\u015f: vine Circul G\u00e4rtner!
\ntu \u00eenc\u0103 dormi
\n\u015fi asta e bine!…<\/p>\n
\nun paradis nici rece nici cald
\ncu meduze e\u015fuate pe malul unei ape gri
\nnici dulci nici amare nici s\u0103rate
\nmeduze ca ni\u015fte ceasuri mecanice translucide
\n\u00een care timpul a oxidat<\/p>\n
\neram doi albatro\u015fi \u00eembr\u0103ca\u0163i \u00een denim
\no verig\u0103 \u00een lan\u0163ul trofic al iubirii
\naveai un fel de a ocoli realitatea care te f\u0103cea \u0219i mai frumoas\u0103
\n\u00eemi povesteai ca s\u0103 ui\u0163i
\ndespre to\u0163i b\u0103rba\u0163ii din via\u0163a ta
\nmuzica trimitea-n piepturi gloan\u0163e de miere cristalizat\u0103
\nmergeam de m\u00e2n\u0103 pe str\u0103zile aglomerate
\nprin\u015fi \u00eentr-un Woodstock al orelor netr\u0103ite p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\nfrenezia se prelingea din arborii de cauciuc \u00een pahare de plastic
\npe ro\u0163ile asfaltului \u00eencins\/ \u00een c\u0103u\u015ful palmei cer\u015fetorilor<\/p>\n
\nsuntem \u00een mijlocul urii\/ o insurec\u0163ie t\u0103cut\u0103 a iubirii
\nla cursul motiva\u0163ional au spus c\u0103 \u00een fiecare diminea\u0163\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i propui ceva
\ng\u00eendul se va topi \u00een acel lucru \u015fi moartea se prescrie un timp
\n\u00eencerc
\n\u00eencerc
\n\u00eencerc
\nsunt vopseaua aceea neagr\u0103 din spatele geamului
\nm\u0103 lipesc de tine \u015fi devii oglind\u0103<\/p>\n
\n\u00een principiu asta m\u0103 sperie
\na\u015f vrea s\u0103 pot z\u00e2mbi \u015fi s\u0103-\u0163i spun c\u0103 e prea departe apocalipsa
\navem timp s\u0103 respir\u0103m pe \u00eendelete s\u0103 mergem pe jos \u00een jurul lumii
\ns\u0103 citim s\u0103 facem dragoste o cas\u0103
\ns\u0103 dispre\u0163uim cu pasiune
\nadic\u0103 toate nimicurile care alung\u0103 plictiseala
\ndar parc\u0103 tot mai mult mi-e team\u0103 de un singur lucru:
\nc\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi nu te voi mai recunoa\u015fte-n mul\u0163ime<\/p>\n
\nun strat de lumin\u0103
\nunul de frunze
\nunul de \u00eentuneric<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi asta nu va fi de ajuns<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentotdeauna apare o nuan\u021b\u0103-n plus:
\npiatra cu nervuri verzi este \u00een alt\u0103 pozi\u021bie
\nsalamandra ba \u00eenghite soarele dup\u0103-amiezii ba \u00eel regurgiteaz\u0103
\nactorii sunt aceia\u0219i dar nou\u0103 nu ne pas\u0103<\/p>\n
\neu doar col\u021bul ei r\u0103sturnat peste lume
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau \u00een Iris \u00eemi cre\u0219te-o inim\u0103 nou\u0103
\nun soare ghemuit \u0219i ghebos din care ies viermi de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103rutul nostru despic\u0103 noaptea
\nMarele Regizor se agit\u0103 deasupra sufletelor goale
\niar figuran\u021bii arunc\u0103 poeme-n focuri bengale<\/p>\n
\nde unde nimeni nu pleac\u0103\/ de unde nimeni nu cade cu g\u00e2tul t\u0103iat<\/p>\n
\nne \u00eent\u00e2lnim acolo unde nu e durere nici suspin
\n\u00eentr-o lume de h\u00e2rtie din care r\u0103zbate c\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nd un dang\u0103t de iubire<\/p>\n<\/p>\n