{"id":10990,"date":"2024-07-16T21:00:43","date_gmt":"2024-07-16T18:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=10990"},"modified":"2024-07-16T21:00:49","modified_gmt":"2024-07-16T18:00:49","slug":"poeme-40","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=10990","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Juc\u0103rii 
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c\u00e2nd eram mic
tata mi-a sudat un tractor cu remorc\u0103
din buc\u0103\u021bi de tabl\u0103 g\u0103site prin fabrica la care mergea 
\u00een fiecare zi cu bicicleta.
toat\u0103 ziua
m\u0103 jucam \u00een nisipul din curtea \u0219colii 
p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd m\u0103 striga mama de la etajul unu s\u0103 vin acas\u0103.
\u00eemi imaginam c\u0103 sunt fermier
c\u0103 am o ferm\u0103 de vaci \u0219i multe hectare de p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
adev\u0103rul e c\u0103
niciodat\u0103 nu mi-a pl\u0103cut s\u0103 scot gunoiul din grajd
dar mi-a pl\u0103cut s\u0103 stau cu vitele la p\u0103scut c\u00e2t e ziua de lung\u0103
citind din Domnul Fox, Vulpoi fantastic<\/em> 
\u0219i uit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 cum se vars\u0103 T\u00e2rnava \u00een Mure\u0219. 

dup\u0103 dou\u0103zeci de ani
m-am \u00eentors \u00een vechiul nostru apartament
s\u0103-mi caut juc\u0103riile.
le-am g\u0103sit \u00eentr-o lad\u0103 cu vechituri
atunci
am vrut s\u0103 fiu din nou copil.

\u2003
Fiare vechi 
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n-am \u00een\u021beles niciodat\u0103  
de ce tata nu a sc\u0103pat de fiarele vechi
adunate \u00een spatele \u0219opronului.
un morman imens
ce ar putea c\u0103dea la cea mai mic\u0103 mi\u0219care
dar nu
pare destul de rezistent. 

sunt amintiri
pe care tata le adun\u0103 de mul\u021bi ani
de pe vremea c\u00e2nd
lucra la fabrica de \u021bigl\u0103.
\u00een fiecare zi aducea un fier
cotit \u0219i ruginit
\u00een portbagajul daciei 1300
sau pe biciclet\u0103.
unul azi
altul m\u00e2ine
p\u00e2n\u0103 ne-am trezit c\u0103
nu mai putem umbla prin curte. 

e timpul s\u0103 ne lu\u0103m r\u0103mas-bun de la fiare

\u2003
Strig\u0103t din Mariupol
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ea e femeia despre care se vorbe\u0219te la radio \u0219i tv
\u00een ziare \u0219i-n re\u021belele de socializare
pe str\u0103zile ora\u0219elor ultraaglomerate
pe uli\u021bele satelor noastre, tot mai \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nite \u0219i pustii.
femeia asta e acolo
\u00een memoria celor preocupa\u021bi de stingerea sufl\u0103rii p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u0219ti.
al antihri\u0219tilor \u00eentrupa\u021bi \u00een oameni
c\u0103rora le-au fost smulse inimile.
femeia asta e o mam\u0103 \u00eendurerat\u0103 de pierderea pruncilor
asemenea Rahelei 
ce nu-\u0219i dorise m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea lumii

\u2003
To\u021bi \u00eengerii au cont pe facebook 
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Dumnezeu a dat dezlegare \u00eengerilor
s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 cont pe facebook 
cu numele real.
dar unii n-au nume
folosesc data mor\u021bii
ziua c\u00e2nd s-au \u00een\u0103l\u021bat la cer
\u00een cutia milei.
pare s\u0103 le plac\u0103
posteaz\u0103 tot ce prind
tot ce le era interzis 
c\u00e2nd tr\u0103iau \u00eentre zidurile t\u0103cerii.

\u2003
Decembrie sau un alt fel de pr\u0103jitur\u0103
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tai un lemn
\u00eel dezbrac \u00een pielea goal\u0103 \u0219i pictez chipurile mor\u021bilor 
din Ucraina 
pa\u0219ii pierdu\u021bi prin z\u0103pada ro\u0219ie
strig\u0103tele mamelor din casele bombardate
sunt mai greu de pictat
dar iarna e lung\u0103 
\u0219i mama a \u00eenceput s\u0103 fac\u0103 tot felul de pr\u0103jituri
\u00een ler.
bate ou\u0103le
fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 aluatul 
cur\u0103\u021b\u0103 merele \u0219i le r\u0103zuie\u0219te
pune zah\u0103r, scor\u021bi\u0219oar\u0103 \u0219i iubire din bel\u0219ug.
continui s\u0103 pictez
n-am terminat nici m\u0103car un chip
e destul de greu, destul de trist
s\u0103 pictez mor\u021bi
care nu vor mai gusta niciodat\u0103 din pr\u0103jiturile mamelor lor.
oricum, ei au gustat dintr-o alt\u0103 pr\u0103jitur\u0103
f\u0103r\u0103 gust
f\u0103r\u0103 iubire.
\u2003

Moartea nu-i z\u00e2mbe\u0219te iubirii 
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dincolo de Mure\u0219
satul unde moartea nu-i z\u00e2mbe\u0219te iubirii
ci le d\u0103 tuturor s\u0103 poarte teama
de crucile negre.
\u00eei provoac\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i caute sf\u00e2r\u0219itul
\u00een Mure\u0219 \u0219i spirt
\u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile ad\u00e2nci
sub d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103turile caselor
\u00eentr-un cosor ruginit. 

unul c\u00e2te unul
urc\u0103 dealul p\u00e2n\u0103 la cimitir.
groparul le face loc s\u0103 treac\u0103
\u0219i cei mai tineri \u0219i cei mai b\u0103tr\u00e2ni
\u0219i cei care sunt \u00eentre v\u00e2rste
dar nu \u0219i-au dus anii cu ei. 

\u00een nop\u021bile reci
se prind de m\u00e2ini de cap de picioare 
\u0219i petrec cu \u00eengerii
care mereu au fost de-ai no\u0219tri
ai celor care nu suntem nici mor\u021bi \u0219i nici vii. 
\u2003

Poezia a \u00eenvins singur\u0103tatea
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la miezul nop\u021bii 
becurile stradale s-au stins 
dar singur\u0103tatea mai p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie
\u00een inima singuraticului. 

feti\u021ba danseaz\u0103 pe scaun 
z\u00e2mbe\u0219te 
apoi adoarme \u00een bra\u021bele mamei. 

to\u021bi b\u0103ie\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 iubitele 
\u00een timp ce 
singuraticul caut\u0103 sensul vie\u021bii 
\u00een paharul cu vin sec. 

se ridic\u0103 \u0219i pleac\u0103. 

lanterna telefonului e destul de puternic\u0103 
s\u0103 vad\u0103 drumul spre cas\u0103. 
v\u00e2ntul \u00eei cuprinde trupul 
c\u0103ut\u00e2nd un loc c\u0103ldu\u021b. 

la miezul nop\u021bii 
poezia a \u00eenvins singur\u0103tatea 
nu mai sunt sec 
nu mai sunt orb 
totul se lumineaz\u0103 
de parc\u0103 Dumnezeu ar fi zis: 
\u201es\u0103 se nasc\u0103 iubirea.\u201d

\u2003
Colectivizare 
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la opt ani, tata mi-a ar\u0103tat ruinele colectivului din sat, plin de burieni 
\u0219i fiare ruginite.
\u201eaici lucrau p\u0103rin\u021bii mei, \u00eentre zidurile reci.
sim\u021bi fiecare ran\u0103 a timpului, sudoarea \u021b\u0103ranilor de alt\u0103dat\u0103
zgomotul ro\u021bilor de c\u0103ru\u021be.
nu-\u021bi doresc s\u0103 fi tr\u0103it \u00een comunism
dar atunci oamenii erau oameni, fiule.\u201d
mi-a zis \u021bin\u00e2nd de ghidonul bicicletei. 

n-am \u00een\u021beles mare lucru,
dar uit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00een spatele ruinelor, am v\u0103zut moara care mai func\u021biona
\u0219i oameni c\u0103r\u00e2nd sacii cu gr\u00e2u 
venind din deal sau de pe malul Mure\u0219ului
din alte sate 
cu cai puternici
cu boi b\u0103tr\u00e2ni
tr\u0103g\u00e2nd din pip\u0103, b\u0103t\u00e2nd din bici. dar nu-i vremea plugu\u0219orului, b\u0103ie\u021bi! 

st\u0103teau la r\u00e2nd
p\u00e2n\u0103 seara t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd ie\u0219ea morarul la poart\u0103 \u0219i striga:
\u201emai s\u00eente\u021bi, m\u0103, mai s\u00eente\u021bi?\u201d

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