{"id":11202,"date":"2024-08-20T15:37:14","date_gmt":"2024-08-20T12:37:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11202"},"modified":"2024-08-20T15:37:23","modified_gmt":"2024-08-20T12:37:23","slug":"cate-ceva-despre-taramul-lupilor-singuratici-sau-o-istorie-suedeza-a-iubirii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11202","title":{"rendered":"c\u00e2te ceva despre t\u0103r\u00e2mul lupilor singuratici sau o istorie suedez\u0103 a iubirii*"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\" style=\"font-size:17px\">*<br><br>e tainic\u0103 ora e noapte e iarn\u0103 <br>citesc \u00een ziare c\u0103 a nins \u00een sahara <br>\u00een lume ac\u021biunile singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii cresc <br>la stockholm tot al cincilea om locuie\u0219te singur <br>oficial se spune c\u0103 e a\u0219a <br>pentru c\u0103 oamenii tr\u0103iesc mai mult \u0219i <br>p\u0103s\u0103rile tinere p\u0103r\u0103sesc foarte devreme cuibul<br>restul \u2013 doar ni\u0219te fisuri \u00een angrenajele existen\u021bei \u2013<br>ora\u0219ul \u00een mijlocul mi\u0219c\u0103rii sale pulsatoare<br>ora\u0219ul singuratic pare s\u0103 aib\u0103 capacitatea<br>de a-\u0219i izola locuitorii<br><br>mul\u021bi dintre ei au obosit <br>\u00een aceast\u0103 lung\u0103 singur\u0103tate<br>care se vede pe dinafar\u0103 <br>se las\u0103 dizolva\u021bi \u00een distan\u021be<br>se lichefiaz\u0103-n oglinzi ori ies \u0219i se distreaz\u0103<br>\u0219i glumesc prin cafenelele din Gamla Stan<br>s\u0103 nu simt\u0103 mu\u0219c\u0103tura timpului a uit\u0103rii<br>se pierd \u00een forfota surd\u0103 a str\u0103zilor<br>retr\u0103indu-\u0219i mereu \u00een minte nop\u021bile nedormite<br>uneori ajunge la urechile lor rumoarea <br>r\u00e2setele din apartamentele vecinilor<br>semne c\u0103 totul e posibil c\u0103 utopia nu exist\u0103 <br>dec\u00e2t atunci c\u00e2nd se experimenteaz\u0103<br>\u0219i nu reu\u0219e\u0219te<br><br>\u2003<br>*<br><br>\u00eenfiora\u021bi sub membrana mitului moirelor \u2013 <br>cele care trag de fire ca proastele \u2013 <br>suspenda\u021bi \u00eentre cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt<br>nec\u00e2nt\u0103rind mai mult dec\u00e2t o umbr\u0103<br>actorii zilei interpreteaz\u0103 piese clasice<br>unele m\u0103 emo\u021bioneaz\u0103 at\u00e2t de mult <br>\u00eemi ating to\u021bi nervii<br>\u00eenc\u00e2t m\u0103 simt m\u00e2ndr\u0103 c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u00eeneac\u0103 pl\u00e2nsul <br>sau \u00eenchipuirea \u00eemi joac\u0103 o fest\u0103<br>ora\u0219ul \u0219i locuitorii lui se obi\u0219nuiesc<br>\u00eencetul cu \u00eencetul dumnezeule <br>ce culori \u0219i ce ferestre deschise la soare<br>casele nu au secrete dar \u00eenl\u0103untru e lini\u0219te<br><br>\u00een ciuda r\u00e2setelor celor mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103<br>a z\u00e2mbetului f\u0103\u021bi\u0219 pertinent cu care <br>m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 unul de Aleph-ul lui Borges<br>e o chestie trist\u0103 exist\u0103 o insect\u0103 care c\u00e2nt\u0103<br>\u00eenchis\u0103 \u00een pumnul unei m\u00e2ini de umbr\u0103<br>aici prezentul e perpetuu \u2013 <br>\u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a inventat timpul<br><br>\u2003<br>*<br><br>\u00een lips\u0103 fericirea \u00ee\u0219i trimite simbolurile<br>pentru chilia s\u00e2ngelui meu curg\u00e2nd ro\u0219u \u0219i aspru<br>pentru voi at\u00e2t de avari cu timpul \u0219i vorbele<br>pentru piatra pe care \u00eenc\u0103 n-a cr\u0103pat-o gerul<br>\u0219i pentru omul care nu s-a desp\u0103r\u021bit de sine \u00eensu\u0219i<br><br>mai plini de curaj \u0219i cunoa\u0219tere<br>sub ninsoarea domoal\u0103 \u0219i peste calamit\u0103\u021bile lumii<br>cu porii lor sorbind tot frigul universului<br>doi oameni se s\u0103rut\u0103 se \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103<br>sub soare z\u0103pada respir\u0103 vibreaz\u0103<br>peninsula mai are \u021b\u0103rmuri<br>\u0219i o corabie fantasm\u0103 care \u00eenc\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103<br><br>\u2003<br>*<br><br>uneori dorm cu ochii larg deschi\u0219i <br>instantanee se \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 \u0219i se despart<br>din nou se apropie r\u0103sucindu-\u0219i formele f\u0103r\u0103 substan\u021b\u0103<br>imagini suspendate se rotesc \u00een jurul meu<br>mintea e treaz\u0103 \u0219i soarele r\u0103sare ca de obicei la r\u0103s\u0103rit<br>simt \u00een\u0103untru ceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 afar\u0103<br>str\u0103lucirea pustiului \u00een stockholm arkipelago <br>cum mi-ar c\u0103dea inima din trup \u00eentr-un spa\u021biu care se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te<br>vreau s\u0103 vorbesc dar cuvintele umede s-au lipit de cerul gurii<br>lumina cre\u0219te din or\u0103 \u00een or\u0103 \u2013 un ciclon uria\u0219 de timp \u2013 <br>diminea\u021ba \u021bese o p\u00e2nz\u0103 aurie transparent\u0103 <br><br>\u2003<br>*<br><br>ast\u0103zi e s\u0103rb\u0103toare nimeni nu cite\u0219te ziarele <br>e opt martie flori ninse \u2013 v\u00e2ntul le clatin\u0103 \u0219i le risipe\u0219te \u2013 <br>str\u0103zi parcuri chipuri f\u0103r\u0103 nume dispar \u00eentr-un zid cenu\u0219iu<br>dou\u0103 sau trei p\u0103s\u0103ri revendic\u0103 un copac<br>eu privesc printr-o fereastr\u0103 acoperit\u0103 de z\u0103pad\u0103<br>o lumin\u0103 alb\u0103 strecurat\u0103 peste aleea \u00eenz\u0103pezit\u0103<br>peste silueta t\u0103cut\u0103 a unui om cu un c\u00e2ine<br>omul \u00ee\u0219i gr\u0103be\u0219te pasul silueta se destram\u0103 <br>doar urmele \u2013 cicatrici deschise \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103<br>\u00eemi amintesc de convorbirea telefonic\u0103 cu nino<br>o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eenainte de a-\u0219i \u00eenfige pieptul \u00een lama dezgolit\u0103<br>a\u0219ez\u00e2ndu-\u0219i povara de suflet \u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021bia norilor<br>spa\u021biul se rote\u0219te ve\u0219nic \u2013 arbori de silex frunze de fum<br>mai mult vibra\u021bie dec\u00e2t tremur \u2013 materia se consum\u0103 pe din\u0103untru<br><br>\u2003<br>*<br><br>ninge aici \u0219i aiurea \u00een lume <br>ninge cu har \u0219i milostivire<br>m\u0103t\u0103sos u\u0219or ca o vibrare de gene <br>str\u0103luminat\u0103 ora se \u00eenchide \u00een alt\u0103 or\u0103<br>trecerea ne supune destinul celor trei timpuri<br>argumente cheie pentru via\u021ba repetat\u0103 zi dup\u0103 zi<br>nicio clip\u0103 de r\u0103gaz am sosit aici f\u0103r\u0103 idei fixe<br>spa\u021biul e locuit de om omul e locuit de t\u0103cere<br>uneori de ceea ce numim dragoste libertate via\u021b\u0103<br>\u0219i de multe minciuni care ne fac bine<br>forme imagini anii fantasme \u0219i ecoul <br>a tot ceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een mintea noastr\u0103 <br>dar foamea de a fi cu ce s\u0103 o saturi?<br><br>\u2003<br>*<br><br>cultura civiliza\u021bia \u00eemi dau un imbold <br>s\u0103 ne \u00eentoarcem la realitate l\u0103sa\u021bi-v\u0103 de mitologii<br>moartea ca \u0219i patima e un realism pe termen lung<br>cu condi\u021bia de a o st\u0103p\u00e2ni de a o \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bi \u00een cantit\u0103\u021bi rezonabile<br>iar m\u00e2ndria ne ciople\u0219te o cut\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103 pe inim\u0103<br>o linie ro\u0219ie ro\u0219ie ca miezul de pepene <br>mustind ap\u0103 vr\u0103jit\u0103 \u0219i pic\u0103turi proaspete de s\u00e2nge<br>de pe balconul de la etajul opt ora\u0219ul pare abstract<br>o dron\u0103 \u0219i un helicopter survoleaz\u0103 muntele lui Fleming<br>pe care urbanizarea \u00eel toce\u0219te p\u00e2n\u0103 la dispari\u021bie <br>c\u00e2\u021biva trec\u0103tori ca o negur\u0103 se las\u0103 dizolva\u021bi printre ambulan\u021be<br><br>\u2003<br>*<br><br>\u00eenconjura\u021bi de t\u0103cere \u0219i iarn\u0103 <br>sincroniza\u021bi frec\u00e2ndu-ne m\u00e2inile \u00eenghe\u021bate <br>sorbind prin to\u021bi porii frigul universului<br>ne mi\u0219c\u0103m \u00een grab\u0103 pe str\u0103zi de parc\u0103<br>prim\u0103vara \u00eenflorit\u0103 ne a\u0219teapt\u0103 dup\u0103 primul col\u021b<br>mirosind a cafea \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt reav\u0103n <br>apoi ne scufund\u0103m cu to\u021bii \u00een nimicurile zilei<br>stortorget golit\u0103 de oameni pare misterioas\u0103 \u0219i sumbr\u0103<br>se mai aude doar zgomotul pe care \u00eel face v\u00e2ntul <br>venit s\u0103-\u0219i trag\u0103 sufletul aspru de armura zilei lovindu-se<br>toate lucrurile se \u00eentorc la locul lor umile \u0219i \u0219terse<br>eu \u0219ov\u0103i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la toate victoriile \u0219i \u00eenfr\u00e2ngerile <br>la c\u0103deri \u0219i ridic\u0103ri singur\u0103tatea nedes\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103<br>pe cei care m-au iubit \u0219i p\u0103r\u0103sit <br>\u00eei ad\u0103postesc \u00een partea st\u00e2ng\u0103 a pieptului<br>\u0219i sunt mai trist\u0103 dec\u00e2t ora\u0219ul acoperit de z\u0103pad\u0103<br><br>deasupra fiin\u021bei mele<br>marea bufni\u021b\u0103 alb\u0103 a memoriei \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenfoaie f\u0103ptura<br><br><\/pre>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">* Suedia are cel mai mare num\u0103r de 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