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Ana Don\u021bu<\/strong>\u00a0(n. 1 decembrie 1985, Republica Moldova) a absolvit Facultatea de Litere \u0219i Arte a Universit\u0103\u021bii \u201eLucian Blaga\u201d din Sibiu. Membru fondator al grup\u0103rii \u201eZona nou\u0103\u201d, a publicat poezie \u00een mai multe reviste (\u201eEchinox\u201d, \u201eCorpul T\u201d, \u201eHyperion\u201d) \u0219i \u00een antologia colectiv\u0103\u00a0Zona Nou\u0103<\/em>\u00a0(2011). \u00cen 2015, a fost printre cei \u0219ase tineri scriitori selecta\u021bi pe lista lung\u0103 a Concursului interna\u021bional PEN NEW VOICES. Volumul s\u0103u de debut, Cadrul 25 (Casa de Editur\u0103 Max Blecher, 2015) a ap\u0103rut ca urmare a c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103rii Concursului Na\u021bional de Poezie \u201eAurel Dumitra\u0219cu\u201d pentru debut \u00een volum, organizat de Biblioteca Jude\u021bean\u0103 \u201eG.T. Kirileanu\u201d Neam\u021b. A luat premiul \u201eT\u00e2n\u0103rul poet al anului 2015\u201d la Gala Tinerilor Scriitori, organizat\u0103 de Muzeul\u00a0<\/strong>Na\u0163ional al Literaturii Rom\u00e2ne din Bucure\u015fti, Premiul pentru Debut al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia Filiala Sibiu, Premiul Revistei \u201eAccente\u201d \u0219i Premiul Na\u021bional \u201eIustin Pan\u021ba\u201d. Grupaje de poeme din volum au fost traduse \u00een englez\u0103, suedez\u0103, german\u0103 \u0219i francez\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n m\u0103 trezesc \u00een ora\u0219ul fantomelor<\/strong> * * culc\u0103-te \u0219i deschide ochii \u00een vis deschide ochii \u0219i uit\u0103-te la tine * fiecare l\u00e2ng\u0103 peretele lui \u00een miezul fiec\u0103rui lucru e o nedumerire cineva s\u0103 vin\u0103 * * noi am crescut singuri * \u00eencape \u00een dou\u0103 gen\u0163i nous sommes dans un pot de chambre m\u00e2na mea scotoce\u015fte * am f\u0103cut cafea <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" <\/p>\n Ana Don\u021bu<\/strong>\u00a0(n…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[30,47],"tags":[],"coauthors":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-JC","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2828"}],"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=2828"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2828\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2839,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2828\/revisions\/2839"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2828"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2828"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2828"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2828"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncu cear\u0219aful flutur\u00e2ndu-mi pe trup
\nundeva la \u00een\u0103l\u021bime \u00eentunericul
\nascunde un h\u0103u
\nad\u00e2nc \u0219i tenebros ca Baikalul
\ncu apa limpede \u0219i rece prin care s\u0103 aluneci
\ncu bra\u021bele \u0219i p\u0103rul lung despletit at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd \u00een sus
\nde parc\u0103 o alg\u0103 \u021bi s-ar \u00eencol\u0103ci pe picior \u0219i te-ar trage la fund
\nte ui\u021bi la pata luminoas\u0103 pe suprafa\u021ba apei
\ndep\u0103rt\u00e2ndu-se
\ndar nu e niciun soare acolo
\ne t\u00e2rziu dup\u0103 miezul nop\u021bii
\n\u0219i geamurile toate s-au stins<\/p>\n
\nluna se scald\u0103 \u00een alte ape<\/strong>
\nde acum
\ndunga alb\u0103 a sf\u00e2rtecat cerul
\n\u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 ceva se va \u00eent\u00e2mpla
\no ap\u0103 se va separa de alta
\no mare ro\u0219ie numai a ta
\n\u00een care s\u0103 te scufunzi
\n\u0219i s\u0103 deschizi ochii la c\u00e2teva leghe
\ndep\u0103rtare de pata galben\u0103 care lic\u0103re\u0219te
\nf\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u021bi cu ochiul
\ntu vei fi aici
\nnev\u0103zut \u0219i protector
\ne mai simplu s\u0103 se rup\u0103 un cer de altul
\ndec\u00e2t s\u0103 te decizi \u00een inima ta
\nziua se destram\u0103 \u00een p\u00e2nza
\ncare mi se a\u0219az\u0103 pe fa\u021b\u0103
\nluna iese din ape – o femeie cu spatele gol
\ncare nu se va \u00eentoarce nicic\u00e2nd cu fa\u021ba
\nspre tine<\/p>\n
\nora\u0219ul \u00een care m\u0103 trezesc<\/strong>
\nse scurge printre degete
\nacoper\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul ca ninsoarea prea alb\u0103
\nla care nu am voie sa m\u0103 uit
\n\u00eel simt cu picioarele
\nrece \u0219i umed
\ne o imagine schimb\u0103toare
\ncare \u00eemi scap\u0103 oric\u00e2t a\u0219 \u00eencerca<\/p>\n
\nprive\u0219te-\u021bi m\u00e2inile
\nnu le vei putea men\u021bine acelea\u0219i
\ntotul \u00een jurul tau e altfel
\nnu te mai recuno\u0219ti
\nexteriorul t\u0103u e interiorul t\u0103u
\ne\u0219ti \u00eentors pe dos
\ncu inima \u0219i ficatul \u0219i toate organele \u00een afar\u0103<\/p>\n
\nnu te vei putea men\u021bine acela\u0219i mult timp
\np\u0103rul \u021bi-a crescut prea mult peste noapte
\n\u0219i acum e \u00eempletit cu p\u0103rul altora
\n\u00eentr-o singur\u0103 coad\u0103 comun\u0103
\ndegetele noastre au explorat totul \u00een jur
\n\u0219i acum \u0219tiu mai multe dec\u00e2t noi
\ndac\u0103 ne vom pierde
\n\u0219i sigur ne vom pierde \u00eentr-o zi
\nvom \u00eenchide ochii \u00een diferite p\u0103r\u021bi ale lumii
\n\u0219i-i vom deschide \u00een acela\u0219i c\u00e2mp devastat<\/p>\n
\nploaia face s\u0103 geam\u0103<\/strong>
\nacoperi\u015furile
\nsub care ne-am ghemuit ca ni\u015fte iepuri<\/p>\n
\ncu spaima lui
\nca supa v\u0103rsat\u0103 pe covor<\/p>\n
\na\u015fa cum \u00een fiecare strop de ploaie e un fir de praf<\/p>\n
\ns\u0103-\u015fi lipeasc\u0103 buzele de urechea mea
\n\u015fi c\u00e2nd va vorbi s\u0103 aud c\u0103ldura cum se face cercuri cercuri<\/p>\n
\ntoat\u0103 lini\u0219tea<\/strong>
\nadunat\u0103 \u00een \u0219ase ore
\nse risipe\u0219te
\ndiminea\u021ba m\u0103 readuce cu g\u00e2ndurile
\n\u00een carnea care nu m\u0103 prime\u0219te
\nse scurge \u00eengrozit\u0103 din pat
\n\u0219i cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nde pe capac
\nm\u0103 arunc\u0103 afar\u0103
\nniciun aer de diminea\u021b\u0103
\nnu-mi va limpezi imaginea \u2013
\ncre\u0219tetul se desface ca pungile de supermarket
\ndin care ies surogatele fericirii
\ncu care \u00eemi umplu serile
\nceva se mi\u0219c\u0103 \u00een plex
\nmi se urc\u0103 pe g\u00e2t
\n\u00eemi deschide capul
\nca pe o fereastr\u0103 ce d\u0103 \u00eentr-un zid<\/p>\n
\nse \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 mereu<\/strong>
\nc\u00e2nd ne plimb\u0103m dup\u0103 dou\u0103 zile de somn
\npapucii se \u00eempotmolesc \u00een smoala \u00eencins\u0103
\npe \u0219osele
\nam \u0219tiut dintotdeauna
\nam auzit pe str\u0103zi
\n\u00een difuzoare
\ndespre genera\u021bia
\ncu \u0219treangul la g\u00e2t<\/p>\n
\nf\u0103r\u0103 fric\u0103 de \u00eentuneric
\nne-am sp\u0103lat hainele pe furi\u0219
\n\u0219i am dormit coco\u0219a\u021bi
\n\u00een cutii de carton
\nn-am f\u0103cut niciodat\u0103 depresie
\nastm
\npanic\u0103 la trecerea de pietoni
\nnu ne-am acoperit ochii
\nla piticul din twin peaks<\/p>\n
\ntot ce am<\/strong><\/p>\n
\ncu care s\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sesc un ora\u015f
\nnum\u0103r o sut\u0103 patruzeci de pa\u015fi
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la autobuz
\ncu un bilet mototolit \u00een palm\u0103<\/p>\n
\net nous serons emmerd\u00e9s
\n\u00eemi spune \u015foferul
\nde ce e\u015fti a\u015fa emo\u0163ionat\u0103?<\/p>\n
\ndup\u0103 un obiect
\npe care l-a \u015fi uitat
\n\u00een libraria cu o sut\u0103 patruzeci de becuri
\nunul stins
\n\u0219i un soare palid
\ncare se clatin\u0103 la geam
\ninima mea \u2013 un ghem de h\u00e2rtie
\nalunec\u0103 din palma mea
\n\u00een palma \u015foferului
\n\u015fi se desface
\nca un transformer<\/p>\n
\npoem de dragoste<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nz\u0103p\u0103cindu-m\u0103, mi-am turnat
\n\u00een dou\u0103 ce\u015fti<\/p>\n<\/p>\n