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amada mia<\/strong><\/p>\n te-am s\u0103rutat cu toate s\u0103ruturile tuturor celorlal\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bi din via\u021ba ta<\/p>\n cu toate m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierile lor te-am atins, la fel de \u00eencet, cu toate fiorurile d\u0103ruite de ei c\u0103 frumoas\u0103 e\u0219ti frumoasa mea, \u0219i tu nu altfel dec\u00e2t o prim\u0103var\u0103 care at\u00e2t de mult se risipe\u0219te<\/p>\n … cum oamenii devin n\u0103scociri nici aer, nici lumin\u0103, nici cruce pe care, dumnezeule mare, \u00ee\u021bi spui, f\u0103r\u0103 chip s\u0103 fie, interiorul lor s\u0103 fie un fel de biseric\u0103 fiecare cu felul lui de a str\u0103luci cum \u0219i apele sunt n\u0103scociri ale ochilor, cum \u0219i aripile sunt n\u0103scociri ale zborului, cum st\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi, \u00eemp\u0103ca\u021bi-v\u0103, oamenilor, c\u00e2t\u0103 \u00eensingurare, \u0219i c\u00e2t\u0103 neputin\u021b\u0103 mai po\u021bi cuprinde, un fel de diavol care at\u00e2t de mult a pl\u00e2ns jasmine tea despre toate acestea nu am apucat s\u0103-\u021bi vorbesc, nici despre cum suntem mici suflete care cred c\u0103 fericirea \u00een vreme ce eu nu respir, altfel nu ar mai fi ei<\/p>\n despre toate acestea nu am apucat s\u0103-\u021bi vorbesc, despre n\u0103scocirile mele un fel de drum dac\u0103-\u021bi tremur\u0103 genunchii, ab\u021bine-te, \u0219i numeri: fapt: ca la facerea lumii, ca la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul ei, \u0219i taci dac\u0103-\u021bi tremur\u0103 genunchii, \u00eenc\u0103 e\u0219ti viu, tavanul e un fel de nor la fel cum oamenii devin aure la fel cum nu po\u021bi cuantifica o fluturare de pleoape, \u00een timp ce tremuri, \u00een timp \u00een timp ce \u00ee\u021bi e frig, …<\/p>\n sway<\/strong><\/p>\n p\u00e2n\u0103 la tine, cerul avea pere\u021bi, hei, te a\u0219tept \u0219i ieri \u00een acela\u0219i loc, …<\/p>\n easy to remember<\/p>\n aminte\u0219te-\u021bi, dragostea miroase a salc\u00e2mi p\u0103r\u0103si\u021bi de p\u0103s\u0103ri, <\/p>\n amada mia<\/strong><\/p>\n …<\/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-JX","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2849"}],"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=2849"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2849\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2851,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2849\/revisions\/2851"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2849"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nte-am a\u0219teptat, la fel de intens am venit, la fel de neprev\u0103zut am plecat,
\nla fel de mult te-am iubit
\ncum te-au iubit to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bi din via\u021ba ta,
\nadorato, cine s\u0103 priceap\u0103 c\u00e2t de \u00eenalt poate fi cerul c\u00e2nd se scutur\u0103 fluturii
\nsub forma florilor de cire\u0219<\/p>\n
\nun fir de lumin\u0103 tres\u0103rind \u00eentr-o inim\u0103 care nu mai are habar s\u0103 vibreze<\/p>\n
\njasmine tea<\/strong><\/p>\n
\ndespre ceea ce nu vor fi vreodat\u0103<\/p>\n
\nla nesf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103 urci,
\ns\u0103 te sim\u021bi extrem de util
\ntuturor celorlal\u021bi<\/p>\n
\nlas\u0103-i cu ape care se \u00eenv\u0103luresc tot timpul,
\nsufletul lor s\u0103 nu se poat\u0103 vedea
\ndec\u00e2t prin ochii celorlal\u021bi
\n\u0219i \u00een nici un alt fel de oglind\u0103<\/p>\n
\nf\u0103r\u0103 trup,
\ndoar spirite vii care pot mi\u0219ca lucrurile,
\nanotimpurile, singur\u0103tatea,
\nlas\u0103-i s\u0103 lumineze din interior,
\ns\u0103 se vindece astfel<\/p>\n
\nde unde to\u021bi sfin\u021bii demult au fugit,
\ntoate rugile, toat\u0103 poc\u0103in\u021ba<\/p>\n
\n\u00een imensitatea asta de negur\u0103,
\n\u00een imensitatea asta de triste\u021be
\naproape material\u0103, pe care o vezi
\nnev\u0103lurit\u0103 \u00een toate apele p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n
\nprecum sunt lacrimile n\u0103scociri despre triste\u021be,
\ndespre frustrare \u0219i team\u0103<\/p>\n
\ncerul a avut nevoie de p\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i \u0219i-a \u00eenchipuit p\u0103s\u0103rile,
\nat\u00e2t de simplu a fost,
\ns\u0103 fie p\u0103s\u0103ri, a spus, \u0219i a fost ziua a cincea \u0219i uite cum aerul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i dovedeasc\u0103
\nutilitatea<\/p>\n
\neu – at\u00e2t de rigid,
\ntu – at\u00e2t de neverosimil\u0103,
\ndou\u0103 n\u0103scociri despre ceea ce nu vom fi vreodat\u0103,
\nc\u00e2mpii pe care, \u00een \u00eenserare, r\u0103t\u0103cesc \u00eenchipuirile noastre
\n\u0219i url\u0103 c\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219itul e din ce \u00een ce mai aproape<\/p>\n
\nprima dat\u0103 cu voi \u00een\u0219iv\u0103,
\na doua oar\u0103 cu to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi,
\ne o \u00eent\u00e2mplare c\u0103 suntem \u00eempreun\u0103
\naici \u0219i acum,
\n\u00een clipa asta care se \u00eeneac\u0103 \u00een toate oglinzile apelor care nu s-au ridat<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 m\u00e2hnire,
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i imens\u0103 resemnare,
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u021bi-ai \u0219ti data exact\u0103 a mor\u021bii,
\ndata exact\u0103 a propriului e\u0219ec<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 parte uman\u0103 din tot ceea ce devine firesc dar, \u00een cele din urm\u0103,
\nat\u00e2t de neomenesc,
\nascunzi pe dedesubt<\/p>\n
\np\u00e2n\u0103 s-a transformat \u00een femeie<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentre doi oameni care s-au \u00eenchipuit unul pe cel\u0103lalt<\/p>\n
\nnici despre cum mor visurile \u00eenainte de a prinde contur,
\ncare sunt \u00eenchipuiri ale nes\u0103buin\u021bei lor,
\nale propriilor \u00eensingur\u0103ri,
\nale propriilor e\u0219ecuri<\/p>\n
\ne atunci c\u00e2nd at\u00e2t de aproape suntem unul de cel\u0103lalt,
\nc\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi pot vedea respira\u021bia<\/p>\n
\nnu aerul e cel care lipse\u0219te \u00een jur,
\nci oamenii care nu vor s\u0103 fie altceva,
\nn\u0103scocind pove\u0219ti despre ei, despre ceilal\u021bi, despre vini mai mult sau mai pu\u021bin
\n\u00eenchipuite<\/p>\n
\nnici despre cum cre\u0219te \u00eendoiala \u00een sufletele p\u0103r\u0103site,
\nnici despre c\u00e2t de oameni sunt oamenii mici,
\ndespre c\u00e2t de neoameni sunt oamenii mari,
\ndespre cum \u00eenfloresc, peste var\u0103, a doua oar\u0103, salc\u00e2mii,
\ndar numai \u00een cimitirele de unde au fugit to\u021bi mor\u021bii<\/p>\n
\ndespre ceea ce nu voi fi vreodat\u0103<\/p>\n
\ncare \u0219erpuie\u0219te
\nprintre ciulini
\n\u0219i care d\u0103
\n\u00eentr-o r\u00e2p\u0103
\n…
\nfreezing rain<\/p>\n
\ndac\u0103-\u021bi cl\u0103n\u021b\u0103ne din\u021bii, suport\u0103<\/p>\n
\no b\u0103taie de inim\u0103, alt\u0103 b\u0103taie de inim\u0103,
\no fluturare de pleoape, alt\u0103 fluturare de pleoape,
\ncomputerul tomograf e un aparat care te ajut\u0103 s\u0103 levitezi, \u00eenger ridicol,
\nvisezi c\u00e2mpuri de maci \u0219i prigorii,
\nasta ascunzi,
\nuite-\u021bi nefericirea,
\no mas\u0103 v\u00e2scoas\u0103 inoperabil\u0103<\/p>\n
\nnu \u0219tie s\u0103 gesticuleze
\n\u00een ritmul cardiac al celui care are tensiune oscilatorie,
\nnici nu vorbe\u0219te, ceea ce auzi\u021bi
\ne zgomotul f\u0103cut de umbrele
\ncare se simt n\u0103ucite de at\u00e2ta singur\u0103tate,
\ncare vor s\u0103 plece \u0219i s\u0103 fie \u0219i mai
\nsingure<\/p>\n
\nun fel de nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 solitudine,
\nun fel de singur\u0103tate apocaliptic\u0103<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i vorbe\u0219ti \u00een timp ce taci
\ncu at\u00e2ta intensitate,
\ncu at\u00e2ta \u00eencr\u00e2ncenare<\/p>\n
\ndac\u0103-\u021bi cl\u0103n\u021b\u0103ne din\u021bii, \u00eenc\u0103 e\u0219ti viu,
\nbestie<\/p>\n
\nprin care speri c\u0103 te vei putea strecura
\nvreodat\u0103
\nla fel cum intr\u0103
\nfrica
\n\u00een cei care a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 nu mai au nimic
\nde a\u0219teptat,
\nbate \u0219i vezi c\u0103 nu e nici un fel de u\u0219\u0103
\n\u00eemprejur<\/p>\n
\nale unor lum\u00e2n\u0103ri
\ntopindu-se din picioare<\/p>\n
\ne un gest de o intimitate care te cople\u0219e\u0219te<\/p>\n
\n\u00een timp ce e\u0219ti o mas\u0103 v\u00e2scoas\u0103 inoperabil\u0103,<\/p>\n
\nce-\u021bi spui
\nc\u0103 toate c\u00e2mpurile de maci, toate prigoriile
\nau tr\u0103it
\nspecial pentru tine<\/p>\n
\ntare frig,
\nun frig care nu se mai sf\u00e2r\u0219e\u0219te<\/p>\n
\navea striuri, t\u0103i\u0219uri care puteau sec\u021biona, lungi f\u00e2\u0219ii,
\nclipe \u0219i clipe, zile \u0219i zile,
\nani dup\u0103 ani,
\navea urlete \u0219i at\u00e2t de \u00eencet pl\u00e2ngea c\u0103 nu era nimeni s\u0103 \u00eel \u00een\u021beleag\u0103,
\npl\u00e2ngea \u00een sine, cum pl\u00e2ng copacii dup\u0103 ce mor \u0219i devin oameni care nu mai pot visa,
\niubita mea pierdut\u0103,
\nt\u00e2rzia mea t\u00e2rzie,
\n\u00eel puteai rupe \u0219i din el curgea, iat\u0103,
\nun fel de mucegai, un fel de r\u0103ceal\u0103,
\ncum \u00ee\u021bi intr\u0103 prin vene
\n\u0219i face din tine nimic altceva dec\u00e2t o nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 melancolie,
\nat\u00e2t de dulce \u0219i de necesar\u0103 otrav\u0103<\/p>\n
\nunde se pliaz\u0103 inima \u0219i numai tu
\nstai ascuns\u0103 acolo,
\no \u00eensingurare pe care nimeni nu mai are cum
\ns\u0103 o risipeasc\u0103<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 rumoare \u00eei str\u0103bate, c\u00e2t\u0103 fric\u0103 \u0219i c\u00e2t\u0103 sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i mare
\nde\u0219ert\u0103ciune a de\u0219ert\u0103ciunilor ascund pe interior,
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i mare neru\u0219inare \u0219i tu, ca un fel de umbr\u0103 de om,
\ndoar emo\u021bii \u0219i lutul at\u00e2t de frumos \u00eenfiripat \u0219i tremur\u00e2nd la atingere,
\nopre\u0219te-te acum \u0219i prive\u0219te-m\u0103, sunt tot aici,
\n\u00een partea cealalt\u0103 a inimii tale, cea care nu se vede,
\nnu e vorba despre ceea ce memoria poate re\u021bine, p\u00e2n\u0103 unde \u0219i c\u00e2t,
\nci de felul \u00een care ne \u00eemprumut\u0103m unul-altuia aer, timp,
\ntrecerea peste toate nimicurile, zile \u0219i nop\u021bi \u00een care at\u00e2t de aproape lipse\u0219ti, at\u00e2t de departe nu-mi e\u0219ti,
\naminte\u0219te-\u021bi, dragostea e un salc\u00e2m crescut \u00een mijlocul intersec\u021biei, din ora\u0219ul acela nebun unde at\u00e2t de mult ne-am h\u0103ituit, biete animale hulpave,
\ncine s\u0103-l \u00een\u021beleag\u0103, cine s\u0103 se a\u0219tepte la asta \u0219i cum s\u0103 nu te \u00eentrebi,
\nla dracu, ce e \u0219i cu \u0103sta aici<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<\/p>\n