{"id":11174,"date":"2024-08-14T18:36:32","date_gmt":"2024-08-14T15:36:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11174"},"modified":"2024-08-14T18:36:38","modified_gmt":"2024-08-14T15:36:38","slug":"poeme-42","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11174","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
***

Pentru c\u0103 nu e doar cump\u0103tare, Vasi: 
undeva \u00eentre vise inima te las\u0103 s-o ascul\u021bi. 
Restul, mai ales, e de la sine: 
c\u00e2nd ochii \u00eencep tiptil s\u0103 \u021bi se \u00eentunece,
c\u00e2nd nu oricine tinde s\u0103 apar\u0103 \u2013
nu o simpl\u0103 carne, de care s\u0103 te ag\u0103\u021bi, 
cum ai fi crezut cu at\u00e2ta naivitate. 
C\u00e2nd cel\u0103lalt se apropie \u0219i se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103. 
C\u00e2nd te for\u021beaz\u0103 dosnic s\u0103 m\u0103rturise\u0219ti: 
chiar din ace\u0219ti ochi reflexia s-a smuls. 
Uite-mi \u00eencheieturile cum se apleac\u0103 
spre tine f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u021bi mai ofere ajutor. 
Tu e\u0219ti un proscris, prietene. 
Nu te po\u021bi opri din a-i descrie 
pe oameni \u00een absen\u021ba lor, de\u0219i 
te-ai prins c\u0103 nu se re\u00eencarneaz\u0103. 
\u0218i eu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc uneori la absen\u021ba lor. 
M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc s\u0103 le spun lucruri dure, 
s\u0103 \u00eenceteze cu totul, s\u0103-i dojenesc. 
Mai ceva ca o plesneal\u0103 cu pere\u021bii 
de \u00eendat\u0103 ce se opre\u0219te b\u00e2z\u00e2itul lor.
Dar nu pot ceva dur, sunt foarte obosit. 
Nici pere\u021bii de fapt nu se opresc din b\u00e2z\u00e2it. 
Mi-e at\u00e2t de somn c\u0103 dac\u0103 mi-a\u0219 
l\u0103rgi gura \u00een fa\u021ba voastr\u0103 cu putere 
vorbele mele v-ar adormi pe loc. 
Dar nu cu putere, a\u0219a nu pot, 
sunt foarte obosit. 
\u0218tii, Vasi, am impresia uneori 
c\u0103 exist\u0103 \u00een noi sunete interzise. 
Cele mai multe revin din sf\u00e2\u0219ieri. 
C\u0103 undeva \u00eentre vise inima te las\u0103 s-o ascul\u021bi.

\u2003
*** 

Mi-a fost ru\u0219ine s\u0103 te \u00eendop cu at\u00e2ta triste\u021be. 
Sem\u0103nam cu dou\u0103 lacrimi strivite, 
ai spune 
c\u0103 odat\u0103 strivite pe piele, se dilat\u0103 \u0219i dispar. 
Un peisaj imediat, locul \u00een care capetele se 
\u00eenmul\u021besc \u0219i fe\u021bele se extind una \u00eentr-alta. 
Din ce-\u021bi \u00eenchipui nu \u00eendep\u0103rtat sunt eu: 
dispari\u021bia \u00een peisaj, col\u021bul vivant \u0219i ascu\u021bit. 

Mi-a fost ru\u0219ine s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg cu propria piele. 
Mai ales acum, dup\u0103 felul \u00een care suntem strivi\u021bi. 
Dac\u0103 te-a durut, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 am fost acolo. 
\u0218i c\u00e2ndva spuneam c\u0103 pielea te salveaz\u0103 
de cel\u0103lalt, adic\u0103 \u00eel po\u021bi iubi sub acelea\u0219i cute. 
Dar noi n-am jelit destul cu \u00eencredere. 
Fe\u021bele noastre s-au t\u00e2r\u00e2t \u00eenspre 
noi p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u0219i-au tocit obrajii. 

Mi-a fost ru\u0219ine s\u0103 te \u00eendemn: 
defoliaz\u0103-m\u0103, str\u00e2nge-mi 
a\u021bele \u00eentre degetele tale. 
\u00cenf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103-\u021bi m\u0103duva. 
Reinventeaz\u0103-\u021bi cu grij\u0103 
fa\u021ba dac\u0103 va fi s-o faci. 
Pe r\u00e2nd s\u0103 ie\u0219im din cas\u0103 c\u00e2nd va fi timpul.
S\u0103 fim violent \u00eenl\u0103tura\u021bi numai 
fiindc\u0103 suntem de neconfundat.
Prive\u0219te-te \u00eenainte ca pielea s\u0103 ne dispar\u0103.
Fe\u021bele s\u0103 ni se dilate \u00een mul\u021bime. 
S\u0103 fim strivi\u021bi de unii singuri, 
dar p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 ajungem la rond. 

Mi-a fost ru\u0219ine s\u0103-\u021bi spun asta \u2013 
c\u0103 te-am v\u0103zut \u00eendep\u0103rt\u00e2ndu-te tocmai \u00eentre alte ziduri. 
C\u0103 exist\u0103 \u0219i presupuneri c\u00e2nd te imaginez. 
\u00cen care ai fost deja strivit\u0103 \u00een mul\u021bime. 
\u00cen care nu mai putem spune c\u0103 sem\u0103n\u0103m. 
Oric\u00e2t ne-am \u00eentinde, n-ajungem unul la altul. 
Noi tr\u0103im \u00een locurile \u00een care 
pielea se despic\u0103 \u0219i tace. 
Suntem politico\u0219i c\u00e2nd 
vine vorba despre durere. 
Durerea noastr\u0103.
Durerea cea de toate zilele. 
Durerea ce ne-am dat-o nou\u0103 ast\u0103zi.

\u2003
***

te-am descris \u00een zece poezii.
am surprins memoria cum ia foc 
\u0219i cum telefonul st\u0103 \u00eencins pe genunchi. 
ecranul se \u00eennegrise atunci definitiv.
m\u00e2inile \u00eemi erau ocupate cu ochii: 
dezlipeau tentacule solide \u0219i s\u0103rate. 
\u0219tergeau din urma lor apoas\u0103, 
prelins\u0103 pe suprafa\u021ba obrajilor. 
mi-a\u0219 fi dorit ca cel pu\u021bin cerul s\u0103 fi fost 
mai luminos, s\u0103 m\u0103 scape \u00eentr-o umbr\u0103. 

geamul \u00eemi reflect\u0103 temeinic fa\u021ba \u00een \u00eentuneric.
n-ai spune c\u0103 \u00een mine se opre\u0219te o circula\u021bie, 
c\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103ri agitate \u00ee\u0219i mai pot avea locul: 
cum g\u0103se\u0219ti pe cineva pierdut?
cum recuperezi ceva din cap dac\u0103 
\u00ee\u021bi apare \u00een zece moduri distincte?
cum g\u0103se\u0219ti pe cineva pierdut 
dac\u0103 st\u0103 \u00een zece suferin\u021be diferite? 

\u00een chiria ta provizorie \u021bi-am citit poemul despre noi, 
\u00een care spuneam c\u0103 orice am face 
nu sem\u0103n\u0103m cu Plath \u0219i Hughes. 
c\u0103 noi ur\u00e2m ceea ce nu se arat\u0103 etic 
mai mult dec\u00e2t ne ur\u00e2m comportamentul. 
c\u0103 mi-ar pl\u0103cea ca eu s\u0103 fiu transparent,
iar tu Mega \u0219i prin asta s\u0103 ne definim. 
pr\u0103bu\u0219irea catedralei \u021bi-o preiau pe loc.
sau stop\u0103m orice \u00eenseamn\u0103 pr\u0103bu\u0219ire. 

ne-am \u00eendep\u0103rtat reciproc de acela\u0219i ora\u0219,
aproape \u00een acela\u0219i timp, tu cu mutarea,
eu cu plecarea ta, de\u0219i multe lucruri 
m\u0103 cheam\u0103 \u00eenapoi, dar tare greu m\u0103 pot conforma. 
\u0219tiu c\u0103 ceilal\u021bi exist\u0103 acolo de unde am plecat. 
pentru to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi eu \u00eenv\u0103\u021b acum bun\u0103starea. 

cred c\u0103 sunt transparent odat\u0103 ce dispari,
a\u0219a cum fructele tr\u00e2ntite se las\u0103 deschise. 
trauma noastr\u0103 comun\u0103 n-am fost noi,
ci ac\u021biunile noastre incon\u0219tiente. 
trauma noastr\u0103 comun\u0103 a fost lumea,
ora\u0219ul p\u0103r\u0103sit \u0219i realitatea acestora. 

de la un timp e\u0219ti at\u00e2t de \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103
\u00eenc\u00e2t nu-mi dau seama dac\u0103 ai reu\u0219it 
sau nu s\u0103 te \u00eencrezi \u00een realitatea lumii. 
noi am fost \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2na\u021bi \u0219i am iubit. 
eram da\u021bi peste cap de moralitate. 
n-am intuit cum realitatea dezbin\u0103.
eu \u00eenc\u0103 nu pot crede \u00eentr-o singur\u0103 realitate.
par mai multe \u0219i nu \u00eentotdeauna se suprapun. 

\u0219tiu c\u0103 dintr-o infinitate, \u00een cel pu\u021bin 
o lume, noi continu\u0103m acela\u0219i vis.
mu\u0219c\u0103m lihni\u021bi felia de p\u00e2ine \u0219i 
sorbim ciorba de pui \u00e0 la grec. 
reconstruim bucure\u0219tiul din p\u00e2ntecul nostru.
o spun acum din la\u0219itate, ca s\u0103 pot s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc 
\u0219i eu \u00eempotriva unor memorii ap\u0103s\u0103toare.
o parte a bistri\u021bei am l\u0103sat-o \u00een lacrimi \u0219i alcool. 

spun asta pentru c\u0103 din zece poezii 
scrise despre tine n-am r\u0103mas 
cu nimic, tot ce-a fost nou a murit. 
pentru c\u0103 \u00eemi duc m\u00e2inile de la ochi 
\u0219i \u00een\u021beleg c\u0103 etica nu exist\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.
\u00een camer\u0103 zace un corp ne\u00eensufle\u021bit 
\u0219i eu numesc asta o camer\u0103 goal\u0103. 

tu ai \u021bipa \u00eentr-o asemenea camer\u0103?
la fel ai numi-o dac\u0103 ar fi complet \u00eentunecat\u0103? 
s\u0103 nu-\u021bi sim\u021bi corpul \u00een bezn\u0103 
\u00ee\u021bi opre\u0219te g\u00e2ndul pentru ceilal\u021bi? 
memoria ta \u00eei cro\u0219eteaz\u0103 pe cei dragi 
c\u00e2nd becul puf\u0103ie \u00een stingere \u0219i tu stai acoperit\u0103?
eu p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i din bezn\u0103 te-a\u0219 putea ciopli. 
cel mai dur material ce-mi st\u0103 la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103. 
la fel ai numi atunci o camer\u0103 goal\u0103?
tu pe cine alegi s\u0103 ciople\u0219ti din propria ta bezn\u0103?
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