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Ora 6:30 diminea\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n 1. Lumina se mi\u0219c\u0103 peste gazoane, Aceast\u0103 raz\u0103 a str\u0103b\u0103tut 150 de milioane de kilometri Lumina trece peste trupurile peste pielea uscat\u0103 2. Televizorul merge, R\u0103sare soarele, E o nou\u0103 zi, R\u0103sare soarele peste v\u00e2nz\u0103torul ambulant de mancare halal peste schel\u0103ria disonant\u0103 peste onmul cu ciocanul pneumatic R\u0103sare soarele R\u0103sare soarele 3. P\u0103s\u0103rile c\u00e2nt\u0103 Azi e r\u00e2ndul meu.<\/p>\n Lumina \u00eemi umple paharul p\u00e2n\u0103-n buza M\u0103 umplu de cuvinte R\u0103sare soarele Sunt transparent\u0103 Tat\u0103l meu, m\u0103rea\u021ba statuie de piatr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n 1. Prietenii mei sunt gre\u0219elile mele: Ce dac\u0103 sunt doar copii de muncitori? Nu m\u0103 po\u021bi \u021bine Nu vezi \u0218i nu vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 fac doctor, iar daca vrei musai un doctor \u00een familie, \u0218i de fapt abia a\u0219tept s\u0103 m\u0103 m\u0103rit tu, m\u0103re\u021bul conducator de piatr\u0103 2. Mi-a fost fric\u0103, La 16 ani, mi-am purtat Am scandat, am strigat Iar tu ai fost uria\u0219\u0103 mea statuie a lui Lenin 3. Am vrut s\u0103 am atitudinea ta, La 26 de ani, am vrut s\u0103-\u021bi dovedesc \u021ai-am dat vestea peste m\u00e2ncarea aburind\u0103: Un nor a intrat \u00een camera Iar tu, cel care mereu ai vrut s\u0103 emigrezi, Te-ai sf\u0103r\u00e2mat in fa\u021ba ochilor mei.<\/p>\n Tu, cel puternic, Un simplu om Pl\u00e2ngi prea usor, \u021bi-am zis, 4. Mi-am asumat valiza Inima mea a fost un steag flutur\u00e2nd Camera secret\u0103 unde toate fiin\u021bele se duc<\/strong><\/p>\n Vino cu mine, Aici, 5maini artritice sunt \u00eennodate \u00cencheieturi r\u0103sucite V\u00e2ntul sufla Nu-\u021bi fie fric\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00cen fundul od\u0103ii, coase blana de oaie, pielea de om, \u00cen spatele ei, Po\u021bi s\u0103 stai jos Ce repede se mi\u0219c\u0103 m\u00e2inile ei.<\/p>\n \u00cen aceast\u0103 camera, nimeni nu vorbeste, Iar praful cade E randul t\u0103u, drag\u0103, \u0219i-mi croie\u0219te o palarie larg\u0103 <\/p>\n Blocul de apartamente din cer<\/strong><\/p>\n Cerul era albastru B\u0103tea vantul.<\/p>\n Blocul gri de apartamente se mi\u0219ca \u00een v\u00e2nt \u00cen jurul lui zburau porumbei.<\/p>\n Dar poate c\u0103 nu erau porumbei, N-am mai locuit a\u0219a de sus de atunci.<\/p>\n N-a mai trebuit sa at\u00e2rn c\u0103m\u0103\u0219i Eram tineri Tu citeai ziarul Eu st\u0103team la fereastra.<\/p>\n Eram tineri.<\/p>\n Loteria Vizelor<\/strong><\/p>\n Cum era posibil sa fie plicul acela at\u00e2t de mic R\u00e2deam si glumeam O sa m\u00e2nc\u0103m o gogoa\u0219\u0103 pe zi.<\/p>\n Ne intrebam dac\u0103 strazile New Yorkului Or fi si c\u00e2ini Iar oamenii, or fi frumo\u0219i Sau via\u021ba noastr\u0103 va fi cumva Mai bine sarac in America Ai mai emigra \u00eenc\u0103 o data? m\u0103-ntrebi.<\/p>\n Cu tine? \u00ee\u021bi raspund z\u00e2mbind. Sora mea mai mic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n Cand am venit acas\u0103 de la \u0219coal\u0103, un ar\u021bar t\u00e2n\u0103r c\u0103zut cu frunzi\u0219ul de s\u00e2nge \u00eenflorind <\/p>\n Somn<\/strong><\/p>\n Aluneci in somn \u00eentr-o colonie s\u0103pat\u0103 sub copaci, sub sclipirea stelelor un vis, <\/p>\n A fost odat\u0103 un complex de apartamente<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00cen fiecare prim\u0103var\u0103, <\/p>\n Pe 7th Avenue, doi b\u0103rba\u021bi cu panouri mari c\u00e2t p\u00e2nzele de cor\u0103bii<\/strong> Marea m\u00e2ntuirii arunc\u0103 pe mal dar nici un singur trup, Un om de \u0219tiin\u021b\u0103, un manager de magazin, un lingvist <\/strong> Omul de \u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 ne vorbe\u0219te despre lungimi de und\u0103, \u0218tia\u021bi c\u0103 sunetul c\u0103l\u0103tore\u0219te Managerul magazinului ne prezint\u0103 beneficiile Lingvistul discut\u0103 despre originea Apoi ne citeaz\u0103 texte despre trompete C\u00e2nt\u0103re\u021bul la trompet\u0103 iar luna deschide \u00een cer \u00centre timp, \u00een Penn Station<\/p>\n M\u00e2\u021bi\u0219orii \u00eenfloresc <\/p>\n Ast\u0103zi nu s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat nimic important<\/strong><\/p>\n Seara miroase a baleg\u0103 de vaci.<\/p>\n Un p\u0103ianjen \u00ee\u0219i \u021bese panza pe antena de satelit A\u0219 putea tr\u0103i a\u0219a.<\/p>\n Cerul at\u00e2rn\u0103 stele ude pe franghia de rufe, ***<\/p>\n Din volumul ~Ast\u0103zi nu s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat nimic important~<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de NIG\/Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan\/Florida<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ora 6:30 diminea\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n 1.
\nDesfac noaptea cu ambele m\u00e2ini
\n\u0219i ies la suprafa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\npeste hortensii, c\u00e2rcium\u0103rese si br\u0103du\u021bi,
\nurc\u0103 zidurile
\n\u0219i se strecoar\u0103 \u00een \u00eenc\u0103peri,
\nse-ncurc\u0103-n perdele
\n\u0219i at\u00e2rn\u0103 \u00een p\u0103r.<\/p>\n
\ndoar ca s\u0103 -nt\u00e2lneasc\u0103
\nfa\u021ba ta neb\u0103rbierit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bilor dormind ca lingurile,<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i respira\u021bia greoaie,
\nalunec\u0103 peste covor
\n\u0219i atinge obrazul fiicei mele,
\npleoapele ei alb\u0103strii
\n\u00eenc\u0103 acoperind visele.<\/p>\n
\nR\u0103sare soarele,
\ndiminea\u021ba miroase a cafea,
\nlumea e in priz\u0103
\n\u0219i se-nv\u00e2rte.<\/p>\n
\n23 de grade celsius \u0219i cerul senin
\nIat\u0103 \u0219tirile de la aceast\u0103 or\u0103<\/p>\n
\nlumina cade pe fe\u021bele naveti\u0219tilor
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd la coad\u0103 \u00een sta\u021bia de autobuz.<\/p>\n
\no a doua \u0219ans\u0103,
\nsau a treia, a patra, sau a cincea.<\/p>\n
\npeste aceea\u0219i lupt\u0103 de a trai
\n\u0219i a l\u0103sa pe al\u021bii s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103.
\nSoarele urc\u0103
\npeste ora\u0219ul sclipitor,
\npeste cer\u0219etoarea \u00eencovrigat\u0103 pe cartonul ei
\np\u0103zit\u0103 de un c\u00e2ine t\u0103cut,<\/p>\n
\npr\u0103jind orez in Faith\u2019s Lunch Box,<\/p>\n
\nsi muncitorii strig\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n
\nbalbaindu-se \u00eentr-un nor de praf.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i aduce \u00eenc\u0103 o zi,
\no corectur\u0103,
\no derulare \u00eenapoi
\n\u0219i o reluare.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i nimeni nu se-nghesuie
\ns\u0103 fie salvat.<\/p>\n
\nIar lumina curge prin r\u00e2nduri de ferestre,
\n\u0219i apoi se vars\u0103 in Raul Hudson.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i trag soarele-n sus.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i-l beau.<\/p>\n
\nce stralucesc \u0219i ard.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i p\u0103\u0219esc drept prin el.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i vie.<\/p>\n
\nPoeziile mele sunt gre\u0219elile mele:
\nlas\u0103-m\u0103 sa le fac.<\/p>\n
\nlas\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103-i am.<\/p>\n
\nCe dac\u0103 nu-s rafina\u021bi
\n\u0219i citi\u021bi?<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentr-un borcan cu capac.<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 sunt un incendiu de cinci alarme,
\nnu un licurici.<\/p>\n
\nnu vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 fac
\ndoctor ca s\u0103 te dai tu mare
\n\u0219i s\u0103 te urci pe scara social\u0103,<\/p>\n
\no s\u0103 m\u0103 m\u0103rit cu unul.<\/p>\n
\nnumai ca s\u0103-\u021bi fac \u00een necaz
\ntot cu un fiu de \u021b\u0103rani
\nca tine,<\/p>\n
\ndistant pe piedestalul tau
\ncu m\u00e2na ridicat\u0103, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd cu degetul
\nspre viitorul luminos
\npe care numai tu il po\u021bi vedea.<\/p>\n
\nAm tr\u0103it cu frica de tine
\n\u00eentr-o dictatur\u0103
\nde marimea apartamentului nostru.<\/p>\n
\ndar m-am certat cu tine oricum.<\/p>\n
\npropria mea revolu\u021bie,
\ncea a tuturor fetelor
\nde pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i mi-am fluturat steagurile
\n\u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie.<\/p>\n
\npe care am legat-o cu fr\u00e2nghii,
\nam dat-o jos
\n\u0219i am t\u00e2r\u00e2t-o prin ora\u0219.<\/p>\n
\nS\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi gre\u0219it,
\nam vrut mereu s\u0103 fiu ca tine,
\ns\u0103 fiu tu.<\/p>\n
\nmersul tau,
\npasul t\u0103u sigur.<\/p>\n
\nc\u0103 am crescut.<\/p>\n
\nazi am luat viza de emigrare.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i s-a a\u0219ezat cu noi la masa.<\/p>\n
\nnu mi-ai putut spune s\u0103 nu plec.<\/p>\n
\ndistant pe piedestalul tau,
\nte-ai sf\u0103r\u00e2mat buc\u0103\u021bi,
\nte-ai facut praf.<\/p>\n
\npe cale s\u0103-\u0219i piard\u0103 copilul.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i am plecat.<\/p>\n
\nAm luat cu mine lacrimile tale
\n\u0219i le-am purtat 5,000 de mile.<\/p>\n
\nsi gre\u0219elile mele.<\/p>\n
\npe care l-am infipt in noul p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ns\u0103 mi-l revendic
\n\u0219i s\u0103 te fac s\u0103 fii
\nm\u00e2ndru de mine.<\/p>\n
\no s\u0103-\u021bi ar\u0103t o camera secret\u0103
\ncu mobila \u00eemprumutat\u0103 de la copaci.<\/p>\n
\n\u021bin\u00e2nd loc de fotolii.<\/p>\n
\nformeaz\u0103 patul \u0219i masa,
\niar o bucata de scoar\u021b\u0103 de copac
\n\u021bine oglinda.<\/p>\n
\nprin g\u0103vanele ochilor, goale,
\n\u0219i fluiera prin g\u0103uri minuscule
\n\u00een flaute de os.<\/p>\n
\no b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 palarier sta pe o buturug\u0103
\n\u0219i croie\u0219te ba\u0219ti de fetru
\ncu coarne \u0219i urechi,<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i pielea de piele.<\/p>\n
\n\u00een cuierul de lemn,
\nsunt veveri\u021be, iepuri, si \u0219oareci de p\u0103dure
\nce o implor\u0103 sa-i elibereze.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i s\u0103 te ui\u021bi cum intr\u0103 acul ei
\n\u0219i iese prin nasturii
\nochilor lor stralucitori.<\/p>\n
\nnici o iot\u0103,
\nnici un piuit,
\nnimic.<\/p>\n
\npe mobila timpului.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eemi zice baba,<\/p>\n
\ndin r\u0103s\u0103rit de soare
\nsi r\u0103d\u0103cini de iarb\u0103.<\/p>\n
\niar eu at\u00e2rnam c\u0103m\u0103\u0219i albe
\npe fr\u00e2nghia de rufe de la fereastr\u0103
\ngarsonierei de la etajul 9.<\/p>\n
\nancorat cu cabluri de o\u021bel
\nde norul alb
\nce trecea peste Berceni.<\/p>\n
\nci c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ile altcuiva
\nfurate de vant.<\/p>\n
\nce se zbateau furioase \u00een v\u00eent
\nvr\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi scape din m\u00e2ini
\n\u0219i s\u0103 se al\u0103ture porumbeilor.<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i locuiam \u00een cerul luminous
\nde la etajul 9.<\/p>\n
\nm\u00e2nc\u00e2nd o felie de p\u00e2ine cu gem.<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2nd purta in el vie\u021bile noastre?<\/p>\n
\nc-o sa dormim sub podul Brooklyn.<\/p>\n
\nor fi murdare \u0219i aglomerate,
\n\u0219i pavate cu vise.<\/p>\n
\ncu covrigi \u00een coad\u0103?<\/p>\n
\nca-n filme?<\/p>\n
\nun episod din Seinfeld
\ndespre nimic?<\/p>\n
\ndec\u00e2t in Romania, ziceam.<\/p>\n
\nOric\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\nmama mea era un copac,<\/p>\n
\npe podeaua din baie<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentre genunchi.<\/p>\n
\niar casa se \u00eencol\u0103ce\u0219te in jurul tau
\nca un animal \u00een vizuina-i cald\u0103
\n\u00eempletit\u0103 din fire si \u021bevi<\/p>\n
\nsub mla\u0219tini \u0219i autostr\u0103zi,
\nal\u0103turi de alte colonii,
\nde ora\u0219e \u0219i \u021b\u0103ri
\naglomerate, nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite,
\n\u00eencol\u0103cite \u00een jurul nou-n\u0103scu\u021bilor
\ncare dorm ignor\u00e2nd oceanele
\nce macin\u0103 lumea
\nla viteze \u00eenalte,<\/p>\n
\na\u0219ezate ca farfuriile pe o masa \u00eentunecat\u0103
\n\u00een bucataria uria\u0219\u0103 a cerului
\ncare se rote\u0219te \u00een jurul t\u0103u
\ncu podelele sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind,
\ncu perdelele umflate de v\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n
\ne numai un vis.<\/p>\n
\nfete fragede \u00eenfloresc
\n\u00een livezi de ciment.<\/p>\n
\npropov\u0103duiesc m\u00e2ntuirea<\/strong><\/p>\n
\npantofi, p\u0103l\u0103rii, m\u0103nu\u0219i, c\u0103m\u0103\u0219i, rochii,
\nbutoaie de whiskey, clopote,
\nr\u0103\u021bu\u0219te de cauciuc,
\nh\u00e2rtii, c\u0103r\u021bi, o trompet\u0103 de aur,
\no suzet\u0103,
\nsticle, piepteni, o oglind\u0103 spart\u0103,
\no vioar\u0103,
\no periu\u021b\u0103 de din\u021bi,
\npicturi, fotografii, perle, e\u0219arfe de pene,
\np\u00e2ine ud\u0103,
\no cizm\u0103, cu\u021bite \u0219i furculi\u021be,
\nlinguri\u021ba cuiva de argint,<\/p>\n
\nnici m\u0103car unul.<\/p>\n
\nsi un c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u021b la trompeta intr\u0103 \u00eentr-un bar<\/strong><\/p>\n
\ndespre frecven\u021bele sunetelor,
\n\u0219i despre viteza cu care acestea c\u0103l\u0103toresc
\nprin aer.<\/p>\n
\nde 4,3 ori mai repede prin acest pahar de ap\u0103
\n\u0219i aproape de 15 ori mai repede
\nprin tejgheaua de metal
\ndec\u00e2t prin aer?<\/p>\n
\nascult\u0103rii de muzic\u0103 la shopping
\nsi cu c\u00e2t cresc cheltuielile cump\u0103r\u0103torilor
\nc\u00e2nd ritmul este mai rapid.<\/p>\n
\ncuv\u00e2ntului trompet\u0103
\ncare vine din engleza medievala trompette,
\ndin anglo-saxonul troumpe
\nsi folose\u0219te cuvantul \u00eentr-o propozi\u021bie:
\n\u201c\u00cemi place trompeta foarte mult.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\u0219i flori-trompet\u0103,
\nCampsis radicans,
\n\u00een diferite limbi.<\/p>\n
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103 la trompet\u0103<\/p>\n
\npoarta ei enorm\u0103.<\/p>\n
\n\u00eentr-o g\u0103leat\u0103 de plastic
\nla subsol.<\/p>\n
\ncre\u00e2ndu-\u0219i propriile lui \u0219tiri marunte.<\/p>\n
\nrochia alb\u0103 a Casiopeii
\n\u0219i centura lui Orion printre maieuri,
\npantaloni scur\u021bi,
\n\u0219i tricouri cu AC\/DC.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
\nDesfac noaptea cu am…<\/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],"tags":[],"coauthors":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-Km","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2874"}],"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=2874"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2874\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2877,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2874\/revisions\/2877"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2874"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2874"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2874"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2874"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}