{"id":11655,"date":"2024-11-18T12:45:49","date_gmt":"2024-11-18T09:45:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11655"},"modified":"2024-11-18T12:45:57","modified_gmt":"2024-11-18T09:45:57","slug":"poeme-47","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11655","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Lini\u0219tea mi se lipe\u0219te de trup
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Sunt tot mai mic\u0103 \u00een dimine\u021bile
c\u00e2nd aud mi\u0219c\u0103ri u\u0219oare
la etajul de deasupra \u2013 \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie,
femeia preg\u0103te\u0219te micul-dejun,
b\u0103rbatul strig\u0103 ceva, pare \u201e\u00eendat\u0103\u201d,
\u00een camera copiilor sunt trase
sertare dup\u0103 sertare. 

C\u00e2nd deschid u\u0219a s\u0103 plec la serviciu,
de pe casa sc\u0103rii m\u0103 izbe\u0219te
o arom\u0103 de cafea neagr\u0103; 
precipitat, caut cheile \u00een geant\u0103,
sunetele se sting; o lini\u0219te
alb\u0103 mi se lipe\u0219te de trup

Poate c\u0103 \u0219i tu, \u00een acest timp, 
\u00ee\u021bi securizezi casa, pleci la munc\u0103, 
s\u0103 predai studen\u021bilor liniile gestualismului,
dup\u0103 ce ai b\u0103ut o cafea, nu \u0219tiu cu cine,
dar \u00ee\u021bi \u0219tiu ritualul: \u00eentr-o can\u0103 de ceai,
o lingur\u0103 mic\u0103 de zah\u0103r, o lingur\u0103 mare, cu v\u00e2rf,
din pudra maronie; peste care torni ap\u0103
fierbinte. O b\u0103utur\u0103 neagr\u0103 minunat\u0103,
chiar dac\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219it za\u021bul e consistent. 

La asta m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam cu o zi \u00eenainte
de a cump\u0103ra din poarta bisericii un buchet de iri\u0219i viole\u021bi. 
\u00cent\u00e2mplarea nu are semnifica\u021bie, mi-a zis un prieten de-ai t\u0103i,
pentru c\u0103 nu ai fost niciodat\u0103 un pictor al florilor. 
Dar el vorbea ca un critic de art\u0103, iar gestul meu 
acro\u0219ase ceva mai subtil, o presim\u021bire, \u0219i grav\u0103,
\u0219i frumoas\u0103, \u0219i plin\u0103 de sensuri, amar \u00eemplinit\u0103. 

 
Bizar nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 frumos
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C\u00e2nd ochiul exterior vede mai mult dec\u00e2t l\u0103untricul,
m\u0103 tem de for\u021ba luminii t\u0103ind \u00een lamele valurile 
spumeg\u00e2nd pe suprafa\u021ba unei ape p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci st\u0103t\u0103toare. 

Plaja lacului este neagr\u0103 \u0219i castele de nisip se \u00eencovoaie 
sub mormane de alge uleioase.
\u00cemi acop\u0103r buzele \u00eentr-o \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat\u0103 mirare. 
De pe degete gust otrava \u00eentunericului:
Depresia.

 
Soldatul
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Soldatul calc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 g\u00e2nduri p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i deodat\u0103
mai grea dec\u00e2t gheata de care s-au lipit noroi \u0219i licheni
este amintirea so\u021biei \u0219i a copilului, r\u0103mas necunoscut, 
ilustrat, ca un personaj dintr-o fic\u021biune, \u00een poza de la ecograf. 
\u00cel apas\u0103 speran\u021ba de a-l cunoa\u0219te c\u00e2ndva, 
e dificil\u0103 \u00eenl\u0103turarea fricii de a-l vedea 
\u00een condi\u021biile unei realit\u0103\u021bi neprielnice.

E\u0219ti mul\u021bumit c\u0103 \u00een \u021bara ta e pace acum?
Nu te bucura. Undeva, aproape\/departe,
pe alt continent, poate pe alt\u0103 planet\u0103,
conflictele sunt s\u00e2ngeroase. 
C\u00e2nd zgomotele se opresc, durerea 
dospe\u0219te \u00een lini\u0219te. 

Toate r\u0103sufl\u0103rile celor ce cur\u00e2nd nu vor mai fi, 
camarazi \u0219i du\u0219mani, sufoc\u0103 soldatul 
\u0219i arma-i apas\u0103 \u00een um\u0103r. 

 
\u0218ase aripi
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\u0218ase aripi de serafimi s-au ag\u0103\u021bat de umerii copilului.
Pedala \u00een crepuscul \u0219i privea cum un p\u00e2lc de copaci
\u00ee\u0219i i\u021beau coroanele verzi dup\u0103 zidul unei cl\u0103diri. 
\u2014 Dragul mamei, ce-ai v\u0103zut tu c\u00e2nd 
te-ai plimbat prin cartier cu bicicleta?
\u2014 Pe cer, o gr\u0103din\u0103 mic\u0103 de ceap\u0103 verde. 
Dedesubt, o cutie metalic\u0103 p\u0103rea P\u0103m\u00e2ntul.

 
Podul ca un martor 
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O \u00eent\u00e2lnire dup\u0103 zece ani\u2026 Ceva se schimbase \u00een el.
Mai bacovian \u00eemi p\u0103rea, de\u0219i mai pu\u021bin pe alcool, 
\u0219i vorbind prea mult \u0219i dubios de acid 
despre toxicomania unui fost camarad. 
Dup\u0103 concertul de Brahms, cu el solist
la pian, ne-am strecurat pe sub podul de piatr\u0103. 

La cap\u0103tul podului, un domn \u0219i o doamn\u0103,
ceva mai maturi dec\u00e2t noi, \u00ee\u0219i povesteau ceva. 
Trecuse de miezul nop\u021bii lejer; ne-am g\u00e2ndit 
c-ar putea fi \u00eenceputul unei iubiri t\u00e2rzii. 

Pentru \u00eent\u00e2ia oar\u0103, nu am sim\u021bit frica \u00een subteran\u0103. 

Diminea\u021b\u0103, din tot ce mi-a povestit, 
am uitat episoadele mici de bl\u00e2nde\u021be.
Re\u021bineam r\u0103nile care-i pompau interiorul. 
Derul\u00e2nd mosoarele nop\u021bii \u2013 
am pl\u00e2ns, am pl\u00e2ns, am pl\u00e2ns. 

\u00cemi aminteam cum treceam am\u00e2ndoi
peste calea ferat\u0103, luminat\u0103 difuz,
cobor\u00e2nd-cobor\u00e2nd-cobor\u00e2nd.
\u0218i cum \u00een fa\u021ba blocului meu, aproape 
brutal, mi-a dat drumul la m\u00e2n\u0103 \u2013
el era altul, eu eram alta. O st\u00e2njeneal\u0103 
risipit\u0103-n tandre\u021bea adres\u0103rii cu tu.
\u2014 M\u0103 bucur c\u0103 ne-am rev\u0103zut.
\u2014 M\u0103 bucur c\u0103 ne-am re-cunoscut. 
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