{"id":11663,"date":"2024-11-18T13:17:25","date_gmt":"2024-11-18T10:17:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11663"},"modified":"2024-11-18T13:17:35","modified_gmt":"2024-11-18T10:17:35","slug":"ma-ma","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=11663","title":{"rendered":"Ma-ma"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
*<\/strong>

O iau pe cel\u0103lalt drum, 
ro\u0219u \u0219ters, de rum
\u00een care-a plouat. 
P\u0103m\u00e2ntul, sub t\u0103lpi, aduce-a aluat. 
C\u00e2\u021bi pa\u0219i, 
tot at\u00e2\u021bia adida\u0219i, 
parc\u0103, schimb. 
Totu-i\/are, aici, nimb, 
str\u0103luce\u0219te. 
Vezi via\u021ba cum se zbate \u00een pe\u0219te, 
ca pe\u0219tele pe uscat. 
Ar sc\u0103pa \u0219i ea printre dejte<\/em>. 
Orice suflet se vrea dezosat.  

Ce drum, de l\u00e2n\u0103\u2026
Cine, oare, m\u0103 plimb\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103?

Aici, 
m\u00e2ng\u00e2i, de drag, turme de-arici. 
(Acas\u2019, 
piapt\u0103nul de bun-r\u0103mas. 
Firele, tot mai albe, 
-l sufoc\u0103 ca<\/em> ni\u0219te alge.) 
Popii 
se-arat\u0103 rar, c\u0103lare pe dropii. 

E legea veche, 
a celor ce-aud c-o ureche, 
cel pu\u021bin, 
cum dospe\u0219te s\/ceva \u00een spin, 
veninul \u00een col\u021bul de \u0219arpe. 
Sunt trase-n cioburi corzile de harpe, 
-n zgrun\u021bi. 
Le ciup <\/em>
cu degetele mici. 
Le pup. 
Aici, 
\u00een mun\u021bi. 
Printre st\u00e2nci de mahon \u0219i g\u0103uri de chei, 
\u00eentreb if I may<\/em>\u2026 
sau: 
\u00een ce s\u0103 bat, 
s\u0103 g\u0103sesc tonul corect, 
muzica-wat? 
Care-i cel mai s\u0103lbatic obiect 
\u0219i mai nevinovat? 


*<\/strong>

\u00cenc\u0103 
stau fa\u021b\u0103-n fa\u021b\u0103
cu pielea ta ad\u00e2nc\u0103,
cu-ntreaga via\u021b\u0103.
Poza-i c\u0103runt\u0103,
cum s-o \u00eenfrunt, s\u0103\u2026

Scriu 
despre fiece cut\u0103 \u0219i pliu. 
Despre frunte,
drumu-ncruntat  
(riduri disjuncte).
Despre p\u0103r \u2013 
prin c\u0103rarea din mijloc s\u0103 s\u0103r<\/em>,
s\u0103 m\u0103 mai nasc o dat\u0103.
Fiul artezian,
bun de plat\u0103. 


*<\/strong>

S\u0103-mi creasc\u0103 gheare, 
unde doare, 
de pui, 
din cea mai nervoas\u0103 v\u00e2ltoare,
s\u0103 umileasc\u0103, turbate, orice cui.
S-apuc
din ceas s\u0103 smulg timp \u0219i cuc. 
Jugulara s\u0103 picure lent: 
cear\u0103 sau d\u00e2re, ce-or fi, de ciment. 
E o plas\u0103 
\u2013 las \u00een urm\u0103 \u0219i trup, \u0219i cas\u0103\/ 
\u0219i cas\u0103, \u0219i trup, 
unii i-ar zice hei-rup<\/em> \u2013 
scriu. 
Fr\u0103m\u00e2nt cadavre-n sicriu. 
Aluatul 
n\u0103cl\u0103ie\u0219te lungul \u0219i latul. 
E-o re\u021bea, 
o tot smulg \u0219i cl\u0103tesc \u00een cafea. 
I wrip it out<\/em>:
durere \u0219i sunet de flaut, 
\u0219i g\u0103uri \u00eennegrite. 
Am tot izgonit musafiri cu copite, 
draci cu coarne \u0219i cle\u0219ti
ce-atacau \u00eenh\u0103ma\u021bi la cale\u0219ti. 
Am\u2026 
ros, 
p\u00e2n la urm\u0103, metalul de ham, 
cel mai lucios. 
Gingia mi-a r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 os. 
Vinu-n pahar 
e,-acum, cel mai spart far, 
cel mai \u00eens\u00e2ngerat.
Un s\u00e2nge, ce-i drept, \u0219ifonat. 
Sau c\u0103l\u00e2i. 
\u00cemi bat, ca Ulise, cuie-n c\u0103lc\u00e2i, 
\u00eemi expun talpa. 
E aproape gata, oricum, \u0219i kalpa. 


*<\/strong>

N-am pern\u0103 
la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i. 
Cad, altfel, \u00een bern\u0103: 
nu r\u0103m\u00e2n, nu r\u0103m\u00e2i.
Adorm pe-o ran\u0103 ferm\u0103: 
\u2013 c\u0103lc\u00e2iu-i c\u0103lc\u00e2i \u2013 
pe-o b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103
(Galben c\u0103l\u00e2i,
\u201etur\u0103 de vur\u0103\u201d,
iz de l\u0103m\u00e2i). 
S\u0103-mi puroieze t\u00e2mpla, 
s\u0103 visez o clisur\u0103, 
o r\u00e2p\u0103 sub T\u00e2mpa:
st\u00e2nci cr\u0103c\u0103nate \u0219i floace 
din ce-n ce mai \u00eencoace, 
blonde-m\u0103lai. 
Vise-rachet\u0103 & pule de cai 
fac posibilul posibil, realul real. 
Jetul de sperm\u0103, cel mai fertil val, 
irig\u0103  
\u0219i sparge, normal, 
c\u00e2te-o \u021bigl\u0103
-ndesat\u0103-n urechi. 
\u201eVuietul, vuietul vechi\u201d
culc\u0103 r\u0103saduri verzi-verzi de curechi,
\u0219ir dup\u0103 \u0219ir. 
Golul ar trebui dat cu mir, 
t\u0103m\u00e2iat,
popa s\u0103 recunoasc\u0103: 
\u201eAm fost, sunt, voi fi zarzavat.
Verde de broasc\u0103 \u2013  
r\u00e2iat, 
consumabil.
Eu, b\u0103rbosul amabil, 
\u021biparul electrolitic, 
sacerdotul din ce \u00een ce mai scitic. 
Ucid cu suli\u021ba, oficiez. 
\u00cen g\u00e2nd repet Crez<\/em> dup\u0103 Crez<\/em>.
Metalul 
te poart\u0103 mai sus\/departe 
ca ca<\/em>lul 
\u00eenaripat, 
ca Iisus. 
Te trece 
prin p\u0103m\u00e2nt\/nori 
strat dup\u0103 strat \u2013 
la fel de rece,
minereuri \u0219i sori.
Biet b\u0103iat, 
planete-ai, 
nu pori.  
Percepe 
exfolierea celei mai\u2026
cepe!\u201d 


*

Prin ce s-aspir\/sug 
distan\u021ba 
dintre mine \u0219i clan\u021ba 
care arde de-o via\u021b\u0103, 
singurul foc ce-mi face grea\u021b\u0103, 
pe c\u0103ldur\u0103 sau \u021bug? 

Cum s-o apuc?
Cu palma, poate, tras\u0103-n papuc. 

Tre\u2019 s-o (\u00een)calc,
de-aici de pe catafalc,
s-o ap\u0103s, 
s-o aud sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind.

N-am alt p\u0103s, 
nici jind,
dec\u00e2t s-o aud sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind. 


*

Te ui\u021bi \u00een sus. Alene.
Un burlan \u00ee\u021bi cre\u0219te: dintre gene,
gol-argintiu.
Mai e\u0219ti, ce zici, viu? 
Un vrej cu vertebre,
cam c\u00e2te, cred, trebe<\/em>, 
s\u0103 urce, 
-n loc s\u0103 \u00eentrebe-ncurce, 
s\u0103 zg\u00e2r\u00e2ie u\u0219a 
cel care s-a jucat cu\/de-a p\u0103pu\u0219a 
lui Dumnezeu, 
cu ce-a g\u0103sit mai de pleu
prin cas\u0103,
care-a dat ortul dup\u0103 fiece mas\u0103
mai ac\u0103t\u0103rii
\u0219i i-a \u021binut de ur\u00e2t c\u0103r\u0103rii
cotind-o alene
c\u00e2nd se-ating pleoape, gene.



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