{"id":12644,"date":"2025-04-03T15:01:23","date_gmt":"2025-04-03T12:01:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12644"},"modified":"2025-04-03T15:01:30","modified_gmt":"2025-04-03T12:01:30","slug":"poeme-72","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12644","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>C\u00e2nd vei adormi vei fi curioas\u0103<br><\/strong><br>m\u0103 tulbur\u0103 lini\u0219tea ta dup\u0103 cum vezi<br>casele p\u0103r\u0103site nu m\u0103 mai recunosc<br><br>incon\u0219tientul t\u0103u m\u0103 confund\u0103 \u0219i<br>m\u0103 hale\u0219te m\u0103runt<br><br>instinctele nu sunt<br>cele mai bune c\u0103l\u0103uze<br><br>\u021b\u0103rmul pe care vom sta este at\u00e2t de timid \u0219i<br>doar pu\u021bini vor supravie\u021bui<br><br>c\u00e2nd vei adormi vei fi curioas\u0103 <br>de urm\u0103toarea silab\u0103<br><br>v\u00e2ntul de prim\u0103var\u0103 va ap\u0103rea \u0219i<br>va disp\u0103rea <br><br>depresia ta \u00eemi va roade <br>piciorul.<br><br><br><strong>Nu vomit<br><\/strong><br>doamna mea a murit \u0219i<br>c\u00e2t\u0103 treab\u0103 aveam<br><br>firimiturile sunt uitate<br>pe-o bucat\u0103 de p\u00e2ine<br><br>nu g\u00e2f\u00e2i \u0219i nu vomit<br>respir f\u0103r\u0103 rost \u0219i vomit<br><br>a\u0219 muri cumva<br>dar respira\u021bia nu se opre\u0219te.<br><br><br><strong>Mirosuri \u00eentoarse cu chei\u021ba<br><\/strong><br>se las\u0103 praful<br>peste contururile monstrului<br>dintr-o pat\u0103 de var<br><br>viermuiala miroase a formol \u0219i<br>a sudoare<br>mizeria-i bine propor\u021bionat\u0103<br><br>sunete \u0219i mirosuri \u00eentoarse cu chei\u021ba<br>ceasuri de\u0219tept\u0103toare<br>prin frecarea unuia de cel\u0103lalt<br><br>gole\u0219te-\u021bi mintea <br>\u00een toate direc\u021biile<br>str\u0103zile ambulante nu stau locului<br><br>dup\u0103 t\u0103cerea molimei brusc e-o alt\u0103 t\u0103cere<br>v\u0103tuite str\u0103zile tu\u0219esc \u0219i adorm<br>sudoarea-i sexual\u0103<br><br>ulei de trandafir cu iz de borhot<br>petice de mu\u0219chi<br>peste un glod invizibil<br><br>\u0219obolanii fierb \u00een tocan\u0103<br>\u00een folicule \u0219i-n canale<br>tot ce-i voluptate vibreaz\u0103<br><br>r\u0103bdarea ta e \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103toare<br>ei sunt devoratorii<br>s\u0103p\u0103torii de pulbere r\u0103zbun\u0103torii.<br><br><br><strong>Nici urm\u0103 de rest<br><\/strong><br>gata cu venera\u021bia gata cu nostalgia<br>gata cu intersec\u021biile gata cu dezgustul<br><br>r\u00e2urile curg spre amonte gata cu descurajarea<br>m\u0103runtaiele se dizolv\u0103 \u00eentr-un flux psihotic<br><br>fiindc\u0103 plou\u0103 cu fr\u00e2nghii invizibile<br>fiindc\u0103 spaima se preschimb\u0103 \u00een fiere<br><br>nici urm\u0103 de rest<br>oroarea obscenit\u0103\u021bii<br><br>un munte de carne mai obscen<br>dec\u00e2t iner\u021bia cea obscen\u0103<br><br>poart\u0103 spre p\u00e2ntece ve\u0219nic deschis\u0103<br>devor\u00e2nd e\u0219ecurile celor pe care-i adorm<br><br>dar mai presus extazul<br>haosul \u0219i confuzia<br><br>aura spiritului discordant<br>ordinea din haos<br><br>confuzia \u0219i b\u00e2lb\u00e2iala divin\u0103<br>\u0219i absurd\u0103 \u0219i umflat\u0103 de extaz<br><br>zeul de neatins potolind mon\u0219trii<br>care ne devoreaz\u0103<br><br>mai pu\u021bin groaznic mai pu\u021bin \u00eenfior\u0103tor<br>mai pu\u021bin nebun mai pu\u021bin delirant<br><br>mai pu\u021bin molipsitor<br>asta e o art\u0103.<br><br><br><strong>P\u0103s\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 ciocuri<br><\/strong><br>pentru fiecare mi\u0219care se aprindeau becuri<br>pentru fiecare gest refuzat ieri<br><br>\u0219i uitat m\u00e2ine<br>visez \u0219i se aprind becurile<br><br>p\u0103s\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 ciocuri<br>b\u0103lu\u021be de v\u00e2nt refugiate \u00een toate direc\u021biile<br><br>o cea\u021b\u0103 de cuvinte \u00ee\u021bi \u00eenconjurase gura<br>a\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 te \u00eentreb<br><br>dar murise\u0219i.<br><br><br><strong>Aminte\u0219te-\u021bi ce nu s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat<br><\/strong><br>altceva s-ar fi putut \u00eent\u00e2mpla<br>acum aminte\u0219te-\u021bi ce nu s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat<br><br>aterizeaz\u0103 spre emo\u021biile tale<br>at\u00e2t de intens ca \u0219i cum ar fi pentru ultima oar\u0103<br><br>ra\u021biunea ta ne va devora<br>at\u00e2t de repede \u0219i at\u00e2t de subtil<br><br>golul dintre noi se va umple<br>cu acest nimic \u0219i<br><br>fiecare va avea o alt\u0103 explica\u021bie<br>sensurile cuvintelor se vor juca cu <br><br>vorbele noastre<br>la nevoie m\u0103 voi seduce singur<br><br>la nevoie o fic\u021biune \u00ee\u0219i va dep\u0103\u0219i utilitatea<br>umbrele noastre vor visa o miopie<br><br>tangibil\u0103 care vibreaz\u0103<br>\u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it vom fi \u00eenlocui\u021bi de<br><br>o pierdere<br>ad\u00e2ncimea ta m\u0103 stranguleaz\u0103  <br><br>e\u0219ti invita\u021bia mea care depinde de-o <br>alt\u0103 gramatic\u0103 <br><br>altceva s-ar fi putut \u00eent\u00e2mpla<br>aminte\u0219te-\u021bi acum ce nu s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat<br><br>\u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it t\u0103cerea noastr\u0103 dob\u00e2nde\u0219te<br>m\u0103iestria singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii de sine<br><br>cump\u0103ratul p\u00e2inii<br>m\u00e2ncatul sarmalelor.<br><br><br><strong>O iau de la cap\u0103t<br><\/strong><br>c\u00e2nd nu-i adev\u0103rat e-a\u0219a de ur\u00e2t \u0219i <br>bate v\u00e2ntul niciodat\u0103 zadarnic<br><br>spa\u021biul unde adormisem se va transforma<br>ca-n textele nescrise<br><br>dup\u0103 ploaie o iau de la cap\u0103t<br>tufi\u0219uri lumineaz\u0103 p\u0103durea din creier<br><br>prin gaura cheii<br>imaginea ta m\u0103 devor\u0103<br><br>c\u00e2nd \u021bi-am atins pantoful m-am speriat<br>o doz\u0103 de medicamente ar fi de-ajuns.<br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Ionel 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