{"id":10967,"date":"2024-07-12T14:00:50","date_gmt":"2024-07-12T11:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=10967"},"modified":"2024-07-12T14:09:11","modified_gmt":"2024-07-12T11:09:11","slug":"poeme-37","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=10967","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
A r\u0103m\u00e2nerii
<\/strong>
At\u00e2t mai st\u0103m
c\u00e2t de-o miluire conduc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i zestrea spre fapt,
c\u00e2t de-un crenel retezat, de un \u0219arpe mu\u0219cat.
Mai st\u0103m firimituri, c\u00e2t de-un m\u00e2njet din cai,
sau c\u00e2t valuri de buze cioc\u0103nind frisonat
precum paseri ce poart\u0103 \u00een pliscuri
dar de vene coraille
reu\u0219esc s\u0103 mai umfle vreo broasc\u0103
cu vreo limf\u0103, cu vreun pai.

At\u00e2t mai st\u0103m
c\u00e2t e d\u00e2ra complet\u0103 de tei,
c\u00e2t e lemnul a var\u0103, c\u00e2t sunt t\u0103lpi de femei,
prin cuibare, prin sare,
prin orbite de zmei.

At\u00e2t st\u0103m
c\u00e2t se mai poate dormi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u00e2mbure,
c\u00e2t m\u00e2l v\u00e2nturat se preschimb\u0103 \u00een vulture
iscat, niscaivat 
chiar din gura din care
tot ce se fr\u00e2nge
flutur\u0103 tulbure, amplu, uscat.

\u2003
A umerilor
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\u0218i se f\u0103cu pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt vreme
c\u00e2nd mamele lumii \u00eemp\u0103r\u021beau oamenilor
tigve de \u00eentuneric gata biruit.

\u00cendep\u0103rta\u021bi unii-ntr-al\u021bii,
d\u0103rui\u021bii emanau, de-acum,
pupil\u0103 cald\u0103.

Apoi, a prins a picura,
r\u0103sp\u00e2ntiile \u00ee\u0219i cocleau pitit r\u0103d\u0103cina.

Ploua ploaie cu umeri. 
Cu umeri c\u0103zu\u021bi.

\u2003
A noului
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Ar\u0103t\u0103tor vei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia placenta
cu degetul de lut,
cu unghia de sticl\u0103,
p\u00e2n\u0103 vei \u0219ti
\u00een c\u00e2te p\u0103r\u021bi egale 
se \u00eemp\u0103tur\u0103 sc\u00e2ncetul.

Tu, nou-n\u0103scutul,
mereul, revrutul,
cel ivit gata spumegat
din laptele de moa\u0219\u0103
l\u0103sat la uscat
pe palme \u00eentinse, labile,
pe care genunchii r\u0103ni\u021bi au \u00eentins
\u0219tergare brodate cu-andrele sterile.

Venire-n v\u00e2nar.

De azi e l\u0103sare \u00een lume,
l\u0103sarea la har.

\u2003
A chem\u0103rii
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Ne-au chemat atunci.

\u021ain minte, am plecat 
\u00een zig-zag aclamat, aburcat,
c\u0103lc\u00e2nd urma cu susul la sus,
respir\u00e2nd astupat, b\u0103rbat pe b\u0103rbat,
cu to\u021bii, cu por\u021bii c\u00e2t mor\u021bii.
Porneam la trasat de conducte prin bronhii de-avat,
la v\u00e2nat, la v\u0103rsat de exod
lustruit bob cu bob 
spre piatra \u00eencins\u0103 de prea mult norod,
de prea mut\u0103 albie, \u00een prea surd p\u00e2r\u00e2u,
cu secerea stins\u0103 
\u00eenfipt\u0103 apoi \u00een bl\u00e2ndul desfr\u00e2u.

Ne vindec\u0103 gura
saliva-femura
m\u00e2njit\u0103-n must\u0103\u021bi din piatr\u0103 de moar\u0103
ce murmur\u0103 gr\u00e2u.



A dedic\u0103rii
<\/strong>
Am l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine un loc gol.
At\u00e2t de gol \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00ee\u021bi po\u021bi scoate m\u00e2na prin el.
O po\u021bi flutura, o po\u021bi oferi.

Am l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine un loc gol,
gol \u00een toate direc\u021biile,
exact ca un loc liber.

\u00ce\u021bi po\u021bi l\u0103sa vorbele acolo
f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u021bi le asculte nimeni.
Le g\u0103se\u0219ti \u00eentocmai cum le-ai fi r\u00e2nduit
pe falduri de m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere blocat\u0103
\u00een zim\u021bii osului temporal
ori pe sc\u0103p\u0103ri \u00een hohot ale buzei de jos.

\u00cei pot indica.
Nu-l pot desena
\u00eentruc\u00e2t locul meu gol 
\u0219i-a r\u0103t\u0103cit marginile.

Am l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine un loc gol
de care nu pot sc\u0103pa.

\u00cel pot doar dedica.

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