{"id":12459,"date":"2025-03-12T15:19:24","date_gmt":"2025-03-12T12:19:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12459"},"modified":"2025-03-12T15:19:31","modified_gmt":"2025-03-12T12:19:31","slug":"poeme-71","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12459","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
The Last Tango in Paris
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Neum se uit\u0103 la The Last Tango in Paris<\/em>. 
Femeia din el se \u00eenfioar\u0103 la vederea lui Marlon Brando. 
B\u0103rb\u0103tul, nu masculul, din el se zburle\u0219te din to\u021bi perii 
la apari\u021bia Mariei Schneider. 
Acea tinere\u021be a lor e foarte actual\u0103 pentru el, 
e acum, e aici, e \u00een fiin\u021ba lui, e continu\u0103. 
Cu ei descoper\u0103 dimensiunea infinit\u0103 a limitelor lui. 
\u00cei caut\u0103 \u00een lume pe am\u00e2ndoi \u0219i vede c\u0103 niciunul nu mai e. 
Nici u-nul nu mai es-te. 
Femeia \u0219i b\u0103rbatul se chircesc ferici\u021bi \u00een el. 
Aceast\u0103 fericire dureaz\u0103 c\u00e2t vor ei. 
Ceva din via\u021ba lor se \u00eentoarce, se d\u0103 peste cap \u00een\u0103untrul lui.


M\u00e2na care ap\u0103r\u0103 lum\u00e2narea aprins\u0103
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Ei ascult\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 Take my Breath Away<\/em> 
\u0219i Neuma \u00eel \u00eentreab\u0103 pe Teremin cum s-ar traduce. 
El o \u00eentreab\u0103 dac\u0103 vrea traducerea abstract\u0103 sau pe cea trupeasc\u0103. 
Neuma le vrea pe ambele. 
Teremin \u00eei spune c\u0103 una ar fi ca ea s\u0103-i taie respira\u021bia cu o foarfec\u0103 
imediat ce el \u00eei iese \u00een drum. 
O a doua ar fi ca ea s\u0103 vin\u0103 exact \u00een fa\u021ba lui 
\u0219i s\u0103 \u00eel inspire brusc p\u00e2n\u0103 el risc\u0103 s\u0103 dispar\u0103.
Ea r\u0103m\u00e2ne pe g\u00e2nduri \u2013 care dintre variante 
e cea trupeasc\u0103.


Poem iv\u0103nescian
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Neum \u0219tie. 
Teremina nu e perfect\u0103. 
Nu are rost s\u0103 intre \u00een detalii care \u021bin de mi\u0219carea m\u00e2inilor \u0219i a picioarelor, 
de grosimea sau de sub\u021birimea lor, 
dac\u0103 are vreun s\u00e2n mai t\u00e2n\u0103r, iar cel\u0103lalt \u0219i mai precoce, 
de ce simte ea, acum, c\u00e2nd se afl\u0103 cu spatele la el. 
Important e c\u0103 ea i-a d\u0103ruit silueta, 
c\u0103 \u00een dreptul ei norii se r\u0103v\u0103\u0219esc 
\u0219i dintre ei r\u0103sare soarele. 
Chiar nu mai conteaz\u0103 dac\u0103 el nu mai face diferen\u021ba 
\u00eentre r\u0103s\u0103rit \u0219i apus. 
De fapt, 
conteaz\u0103, 
dar nu e important.


***
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Florile din rochia Neumei plutesc suspendate 
pe fundalul negru 
de parc\u0103 Teremin, \u00een vecin\u0103tatea ei, 
se roag\u0103 din\u0103untrul \u00eentregii sale puteri.
Ea nu se teme de v\u00e2nt.

Hainele ei f\u00e2lf\u00e2ie ca ni\u0219te aripi str\u0103ine, 
pielea ei albe\u0219te, 
carnea i se \u00eenfoaie. 
Ea \u00eei \u00eentinde la uscat hainele
\u0219i nimic nu mai conteaz\u0103. 
Nici fostul lor miros, 
nici forma lui imprimat\u0103 \u00een ele, 
nici culoarea fiin\u021bei lui. 
Absolut nimic.


***
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Cei doi erau siguri c\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul vie\u021bii terestre 
iubirea lor va c\u0103l\u0103tori sigur\u0103 de cei \u00een care a locuit 
\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i va aminti cum v\u0103lurea lumea 
\u0219i o unduia c\u00e2t puteau ei cuprinde cu ochii, 
ca atunci c\u00e2nd po\u021bi vedea v\u00e2ntul, 
f\u0103r\u0103 ca cei dimprejur s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ce li se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103.


***
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Neum adun\u0103 \u00een palm\u0103 nisipul ridicat de t\u0103lpile Tereminei, 
\u00eel pune \u00eentr-o pung\u0103 \u0219i-\u0219i face planuri 
despre cum va contempla formele ridic\u00e2nd punga 
\u00een inima nop\u021bii, \u00een dreptul r\u0103s\u0103ritului. 
\u00cei va veni ideea s\u0103 pun\u0103 bazele unei \u0219tiin\u021be prin care s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 
\u00een acel nisip gesturile bra\u021belor ei \u00een timp ce fuge.


***
<\/strong>
Teremin nu \u0219tie ce soare o urm\u0103re\u0219te pe Neuma, 
nu \u0219tie cum trece ea peste kilometri de reliefuri 
cu umbra ei lung\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la el. 
Nu \u0219tie cum se lungesc \u0219i se alungesc kilometrii care, poate, 
ei sunt cei ce trag \u00een urm\u0103 umbra.


***
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A doua zi dup\u0103 ce Neum face dragoste cu Teremina 
multe femei \u00eel privesc cu aten\u021bie. 
El crede c\u0103, uneori, \u00een locul lui, apare ea \u0219i ele o observ\u0103.


Ceva despre singur\u0103tate
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Neuma \u00eei apuc\u0103 haina, o \u021bine \u00een dreptul ochilor, nasului \u0219i gurii 
\u0219tiind c\u0103 doar ele pot face asta. 
Atunci, Teremin poate sim\u021bi \u0219i de la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al lumii 
cum este s\u0103 prive\u0219ti \u00een ochi lumina, 
cum e s\u0103 fii s\u0103rutat 
\u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi fie tras afar\u0103 sufletul p\u00e2n\u0103 la posedare.
El, singurul ei motiv,
singur \u00een motivul ei.
E \u0219i aici o mare singur\u0103tate.


Triste\u021bea
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Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 e de la felul cum Teremina \u00ee\u0219i ridic\u0103 
sau \u00ee\u0219i pleac\u0103 pleoapele peste lucruri pe care nu le vede. 
Sau de la lentoarea m\u00e2inilor. 
St\u0103 \u00een dreptul ferestrei \u0219i \u00een jurul ei triste\u021bea se \u00eenv\u00e2rte \u00een spirale tot mai largi. 
Geamul ferestrei devine oglind\u0103. 
\u00cen camer\u0103 se \u00eensereaz\u0103 sim\u021bitor. 
Trupul ei e \u00eenecat \u00een \u00eentuneric.


Despre cum o voce poate luci
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Am senza\u021bia c\u0103 prin bluza ta t\u0103iat\u0103 \u00een p\u0103r\u021bile sensibile, 
dup\u0103 modelul branhiilor pe\u0219tilor m\u0103rii, 
m\u0103 la\u0219i s\u0103 privesc \u00een tine \u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi v\u0103d mecanismul iubirii, 
a\u0219a cum prive\u0219ti din cas\u0103 lumea 
printre z\u0103brelele jaluzelelor 
\u0219i ea apare \u00een deplin\u0103tatea p\u0103r\u021bilor sale sensibile, 
a\u0219a cum nu \u021bi s-a dedat niciodat\u0103.


Mi\u0219c\u0103rile incerte ale iubirii
E limpede, Neuma se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 \u0219i Teremin o admir\u0103 
cum \u00eei cade p\u0103rul peste umeri,
p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eei face trupul nedeslu\u0219it de lumin\u0103. 
M\u00e2inile lui se lungesc, t\u0103lpile o caut\u0103, 
hainele o \u00eembrac\u0103 pe la spate. 
Nu se va \u0219ti niciodat\u0103 dac\u0103 ea \u00ee\u0219i \u0219terge pa\u0219ii f\u0103cu\u021bi 
ori el se gr\u0103be\u0219te. 
Nici una dintre p\u0103s\u0103rile din\u0103untrul lor 
nu a fost v\u0103zut\u0103 zbur\u00e2nd \u00een afar\u0103.
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