{"id":11650,"date":"2024-11-17T13:49:37","date_gmt":"2024-11-17T10:49:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11650"},"modified":"2024-11-17T13:49:45","modified_gmt":"2024-11-17T10:49:45","slug":"poeme-46","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11650","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Saliva
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\u00cemi spun povestea ultimilor ani
\u0219i chiar dac\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u0103 nu e adev\u0103rat\u0103,
nu pot s\u0103 scap de am\u0103r\u0103ciunea din gur\u0103.

Era sf\u00e2r\u0219itul verii, aerul moale ca blana de iepure.
C\u00e2nd te-am v\u0103zut prima oar\u0103, \u00eencercai s\u0103 desprinzi
voalul miresei prins \u00eentr-o tuf\u0103 de agri\u0219

la o nunt\u0103 unde eram str\u0103in de toat\u0103 lumea.
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva pahare, ai \u00eenceput s\u0103 dansezi printre mese
\u0219i le-ai spus tuturor c\u0103 am tr\u0103s\u0103turi pl\u0103cute.

Peste c\u00e2\u021biva ani v\u00e2sleam \u00een aval \u00eentr-o barc\u0103 galben\u0103,
plini de regrete c\u0103 n-am \u00eencercat mai mult.
Poate e un altar plutitor pe undeva

pentru momentele astea de resemnare,
pentru felul primitiv de a te sim\u021bi mereu \u00een contratimp \u2013
poate ne \u00eendrept\u0103m spre el.

\u00cemi spun povestea ultimilor ani
\u0219i nu pot s\u0103 scap de am\u0103r\u0103ciunea din gur\u0103.
Am str\u00e2ns o \u00eentreag\u0103 scriptur\u0103 \u00een saliv\u0103.

Acum sper la o voce str\u0103in\u0103 c\u0103reia s\u0103-i simt c\u0103ldura,
mintea se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 de mal,
\u00een cur\u00e2nd va atinge geamandura.
 

Direc\u021bia de deplasare
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De c\u00e2teva luni, numai p\u0103rul meu e pe haine.
Adorm cu televizorul aprins,
m\u0103 trezesc cu televizorul aprins.

Motivat, cu planuri \u0219i ambi\u021bii,
simt c\u0103 viitorul va renun\u021ba la mi\u0219carea retrograd\u0103.
O c\u0103prioar\u0103 vine la geam \u0219i-mi m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 din palm\u0103,

poate a mai g\u0103sit ceva vag de amu\u0219inat \u00een mine \u2013
un mal neted acoperit cu calcar, o urm\u0103 de bucurie,
r\u0103\u0219ina din despic\u0103tura pieptului.

\u00cencerc o via\u021b\u0103 nou\u0103.
A fost un an plin, al treilea de c\u00e2nd
numai frica a dictat direc\u021bia de deplasare. 


Teritoriul<\/strong>

Eram singur acas\u0103 c\u00e2nd am auzit
o voce din buc\u0103t\u0103rie. \u0218i \u00een loc s-o iau razna,
am sperat pentru o clip\u0103 c\u0103-mi vorbe\u0219te mie.

C\u00e2t de departe te duci cu scenariile
dac\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i singur \u00een zona de confort?
Creierul distileaz\u0103 arbitrar \u0219i dintr-o dat\u0103 \u021bi se pare

c\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea vrea s\u0103 te \u00eemboln\u0103veasc\u0103,
numai ca s\u0103 te poat\u0103 face bine. \u0218i te roag\u0103 s\u0103 nu scrii
despre asta, ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd scrisul ar fi boala \u00een sine.

Te-au adus p\u00e2n\u0103 aici, cu cine mergi mai departe?
E\u0219ti dependent nu de ra\u021biune \u0219i orientare,
ci de c\u0103ldura pe care o eman\u0103 m\u00e2inile lor,

c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie fa\u021ba \u00eenainte de culcare.
\u0218i toate astea vin la fel de aleatoriu
ca un animal turbat ce-\u0219i p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219te teritoriul. 


Od\u0103 demen\u021bei
<\/strong>
De c\u00e2nd locuim \u00eempreun\u0103,
au crescut florile din ghivece p\u00e2n\u0103 sus la tavan,
vecina cu demen\u021b\u0103 nu mai url\u0103 noaptea,
nu se mai ia la tr\u00e2nt\u0103 cu amintirile.
Administratorul iese \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 la 5
cu c\u00e2inele la plimbare. Trage lesa goal\u0103 dup\u0103 el,
fiindc\u0103 Pamela a murit deja de-un an.
Ar vrea s\u0103 dea o sticl\u0103 de pastile pe g\u00e2t,
dar nu-i sigur, a\u0219a c\u0103 ne \u00eentreab\u0103 pe noi:
oare pe lumea cealalt\u0103 e chiar at\u00e2t de ur\u00e2t?

De c\u00e2nd locuim \u00eempreun\u0103,
mi se pare c\u0103 vorbim \u00eencontinuu, ne apuc\u0103 groaza.
Ce s\u0103-i mai spui celuilalt c\u00e2nd \u0219tie totul despre tine?
Din plictiseal\u0103, invent\u0103m galaxii ostile,
cu stele ce str\u0103lucesc, dar niciodat\u0103 pentru noi.
Ajungem s\u0103 vener\u0103m zei\u021ba demen\u021bei temporare,
care face desc\u00e2ntece \u00een apartamentul de l\u00e2ng\u0103
\u0219i e\u0219ueaz\u0103 c\u00e2nd b\u0103tr\u00e2na \u00ee\u0219i vede defunctul \u00een poze
\u0219i-ncepe s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103. 


Animalul banal
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\u00cen c\u0103utarea cur\u021bilor interioare, animalul
e m\u0103nu\u0219a \u00eentoars\u0103 pe dos \u00een care-\u021bi bagi m\u00e2na
ca s\u0103 dai semnalul de retragere.

C\u00e2nd nu e\u0219ti atent, te amenin\u021b\u0103 cu botul,
preg\u0103tit s\u0103-\u021bi \u00eentoarc\u0103 spatele, ca s\u0103 intre \u00een parabolele
pe care nimeni nu mai are r\u0103badare s\u0103 le asculte.

Animalul banal, pl\u0103smuit dup\u0103 chipul \u0219i asem\u0103narea ta,
m\u00e2nat de instincte, incapabil s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103,
fragil ca un bob de piper ce plesne\u0219te \u00een din\u021bi.

Las\u0103-l s\u0103-\u021bi ling\u0103 r\u0103nile, orgoliul, premoni\u021biile,
sau love\u0219te-l, d\u0103-i peste bot, alege via\u021ba confortabil\u0103.
Orb, surd \u0219i mut, te vei bucura,

vei \u021bine aerul \u00een piept, vei c\u0103uta un viciu
care s\u0103 nu te lase s\u0103 putreze\u0219ti la marginea vie\u021bii.
\u0218i plictiseala ora\u0219elor mici te va domestici.
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