{"id":12260,"date":"2025-02-18T13:05:13","date_gmt":"2025-02-18T10:05:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12260"},"modified":"2025-02-18T13:06:00","modified_gmt":"2025-02-18T10:06:00","slug":"poeme-57","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12260","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>Home<br><\/strong><br>soare care abia se define\u0219te<br>\u00een valurile plumburii \u0219i vinete \u2013<br>urme alburii \u2013 corpuri metalice<br>alunec\u0103 \u00een vitez\u0103 prin toposfer\u0103<br><br>precum ni\u0219te pe\u0219ti \u00een ape ad\u00e2nci<br>suntem \u0219i noi lungi\u021bi \u00eentre fire de iarb\u0103 <br>la umbra unor tufe de zmeur\u0103<br>cu b\u0103\u021bul \u00een m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00eencerc\u0103m s\u0103 definim<br>imagini distorsionate pe un cer-oglind\u0103<br><br>dac\u0103 nu este nimic care s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin\u0103<br>corpul meu se va dizolva p\u00e2n\u0103 va ajunge<br>un nod electric \u00eentr-o re\u021bea noosferic\u0103<br>un impuls activat la momentul potrivit<br>\u00eentr-un circuit al c\u0103rui scop \u00eemi este neclar<br><br>o via\u021b\u0103 care se transform\u0103 <br>\u00een func\u021bie de carcas\u0103<br><br>adorm l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u00een fiecare noapte<br>\u00een frigul de decembrie, \u00een iarba \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103<br>\u0219i deocamdat\u0103 este destul<br>trupul acesta este destul<br>iubirea aceasta este acas\u0103<br><br><br><strong>F\u0103get peste Flore\u0219ti <br><\/strong><br>frunze \u00eengem\u0103nate luminate<br>tremur\u0103 \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00e2ntului <br>\u00een ecranul meu amoled corole verzi \u00een straturi<br>o pas\u0103re-\u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103 a sa chemare<br>\u00een miez de zi <br><br>caut reintegrarea \u00een circuitul natural<br>lini\u0219tea din hive mind<br>cop\u0103cel sub\u021bire l\u0103star <br>cu ramuri abia vizibile p\u0103tate \u00een culori naturale<br>l\u00e2ng\u0103 cop\u0103cel crescut paralel cu solul<br>deasupra sa cluster de frunzuli\u021be plutitoare <br>parc\u0103-l \u021bin s\u0103 nu cad\u0103 c\u00e2nd tremurat<br>de-a v\u00e2ntului boare<br>mai sufl\u0103 un pic din ce s-a uscat<br><br>curen\u021bi ce se anun\u021b\u0103 de departe <br>tu stai \u0219i ascult\u0103 cu mine<br>\u00een lini\u0219te total\u0103, doar oftatul s\u0103 mai ias\u0103 <br>din piepturile obosite <br>ce stau apropiate pe un trunchi <br>pe care vor cre\u0219te ca ni\u0219te crini <br>petal\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 petal\u0103 <br>\u00een culori p\u0103m\u00e2ntii \u0219i carne lemnoas\u0103 <br>ciuperci devoratoare d\u0103t\u0103toare de via\u021b\u0103 <br>de la r\u0103d\u0103cina aproape de tot rupt\u0103 din surs\u0103 <br>p\u00e2n\u0103 sus \u00een ramurile goale<br>ondulate odat\u0103 de sev\u0103 <br><br>verzi puie\u021bi ce pi\u0219cau pielea \u00een trecerea noastr\u0103 <br>rup\u021bi \u00eenaintea vremii naturale<br><br><br><strong>Sequel<\/strong><br><br>sf\u00e2r\u0219eala de august se transmite \u00een septembrie<br>mere \u00eenc\u0103 verzi \u2013 <br>un pic mai mari, ca ni\u0219te m\u0103rgele de sticl\u0103<br>\u00eenconjoar\u0103 trunchiul copacilor prin iarba r\u0103rit\u0103 <br>jocuri de umbr\u0103 \u0219i lumin\u0103 \u2013<br>adieri \u0219i static definite ca dou\u0103 st\u0103ri naturale<br><br>prin tunele de ramuri \u0219i fructe lemnoase<br>flori de mu\u0219e\u021bel \u2013 ca o \u021bes\u0103tur\u0103 delicat\u0103<br>o tapiserie prerafaelit\u0103 brodat\u0103 \u00een straturi de tulle <br>\u00eencadreaz\u0103 intrarea \u00een umbr\u0103 <br>acolo unde verdele devine aproape negru<br>c\u00e2t o frac\u021biune temporar\u0103 <br>p\u00e2n\u0103 lumina \u00eenvele\u0219te iar drumul<br><br>ro\u0219ii sunt buzele tale<br>la fel \u0219i degetele <br>la fel \u0219i razele <br>c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi definesc <br>conturul trupului de departe:<br>o fiin\u021b\u0103 de foc st\u0103p\u00e2nit <br><br>pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce vii spre mine totul se \u00eembin\u0103 \u00een carne<br>astfel trupul \u2013 mai mult dec\u00e2t un vas pentru con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 <br>se lipe\u0219te \u00eencet de-al t\u0103u \u00eentr-un gest de confort<br>niciun mu\u0219chi tens, niciun viciu<br>la pieptul t\u0103u de protector <br>m\u0103 las \u00een hipnoza condus\u0103 de razele dirijate de frunze <br>imagerie psihedelic\u0103 mi se formeaz\u0103 sub pleoape<br><br>septembrie pe \u00eenserat <br>cu v\u00e2nt cald \u00eenainte de ploaie \u2013<br>\u00eemi prinzi buzele \u00eentr-ale tale <br>iar p\u0103rul devine giulgiu <br>cu fibrele \u00eentre\u021besute <br>dintr-al meu \u0219i-al t\u0103u<br>f\u0103r\u0103 m\u0103\u0219ti individuale<br>s\u0103rut \u00een lumin\u0103 \u0219i unitate<br><br><br><strong>Glitch<\/strong><br><br>melancolia timpurilor calde \u00eenc\u0103<br>a oamenilor pe care i-am iubit <br>prin manipulare chimic\u0103 <br>pentru \u0219ansa de a accesa bucurii uitate<br><br>\u00eenaintea mea o delt\u0103 oval\u0103 abia lini\u0219tit\u0103 <br>nici opac\u0103 nici oglind\u0103, doar vitrin\u0103 <br>pentru o lume subacvatic\u0103 de smarald luxuriant<br>intru \u0219i m\u0103 lansez \u00eentr-o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are <br>tot corpul acesta de ap\u0103 este corpul rece \u0219i absent <br>al copil\u0103riei \u00een care am visat <br>la o form\u0103 nemodificat\u0103 de iubire<br><br>m\u0103 \u021bin ag\u0103\u021bat\u0103<br>de o lumin\u0103 uman\u0103 \u0219i cald\u0103 <br>care s-a str\u00e2ns funie \u00een jurul corpului meu <br>acum inundat de glitch-uri \u0219i durere somatizat\u0103 <br>undele acvatice adap\u0103 setea interioar\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103 lini\u0219tesc <br>anima susur\u0103 pl\u00e2ns ritmic dar  <br>anima nu mai este \u00eendurerat\u0103<br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de M\u0103d\u0103lina 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