{"id":12815,"date":"2025-04-23T17:43:24","date_gmt":"2025-04-23T14:43:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12815"},"modified":"2025-04-23T17:43:35","modified_gmt":"2025-04-23T14:43:35","slug":"poeme-75","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12815","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>via\u021b\u0103<br><\/strong><br>este un c\u00e2mp \u0219i o lume care nu exist\u0103<br>eu sunt iar\u0103\u0219i copil<br>\u0219i toate emo\u021biile mele sunt aruncate pe jos<br>trebuie s\u0103 fie un anotimp pe care acum nu \u00eel recunosc<br>via\u021ba noastr\u0103 nu a trecut \u00eenc\u0103<br><br>copil\u0103ria cre\u0219te constant<br>to\u021bi copacii din jurul nostru<br>se desprind \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i aga\u021b\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cinile \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt<br>cerul este ro\u0219u aprins<br><br>fuga \u00een jurul vie\u021bii noastre<br>fructe rostogolite peste podeaua din lemn<br>c\u00e2nd se las\u0103 seara<br>pere\u021bii albi ai incertitudinii noastre<br>sunt ca o con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 vie<br><br>cu siguran\u021b\u0103 soarele se ascunde \u00een bucuriile noastre de atunci<br>este un c\u00e2mp \u0219i o lume care nu exist\u0103<br>eu sunt iar\u0103\u0219i copil<br><br><br>ordinea lucrurilor o s\u0103 fie alta<br>ne desprindem din via\u021ba asta<br>\u00eencepem s\u0103 o tr\u0103im<br>iarba necosit\u0103 se apleac\u0103 \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile<br><br>o s\u0103 fie bine<br>o s\u0103 fie cald<br>o s\u0103 r\u00e2dem cu gura p\u00e2n\u0103 la urechi<br>copil\u0103ria noastr\u0103 nu este doar despre noi<br>p\u0103m\u00e2ntul se usuc\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba ta dup\u0103 ploaie<br>de frica pe care via\u021ba o las\u0103 prin noi<br><br><br><strong>via\u021b\u0103 2<br><\/strong><br>te r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219ti pe o insul\u0103 format\u0103 din pietre<br>f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 risipe\u0219ti zgomotul<br>\u00ee\u021bi construie\u0219ti o lume care s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi apar\u021bin\u0103<br>s\u0103 vibreze de emo\u021bie sau de frig<br>fiecare strad\u0103 se intersecteaz\u0103 cu mine<br><br>ea nu \u00ee\u021bi poate apar\u021bine niciodat\u0103<br>din c\u00e2te sunete sunt<br>toate se lovesc de buzele tale<br><br>dac\u0103 eu exist<br>lumea mea se decoje\u0219te brusc<br>ca un fruct<br>din care mu\u0219c\u0103 un ora\u0219 \u00eentreg<br>un sat cu mai multe uli\u021be<br><br>te r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219ti \u00eentr-un parc<br>cu m\u00e2inile cuprinzi universul<br>de la un cap\u0103t la altul<br>este doar praf<br>puteam s\u0103 fim ferici\u021bi<br><br>inima noastr\u0103 putea s\u0103 fie alb\u0103<br>ce po\u021bi s\u0103 c\u00e2\u0219tigi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 crezi<br>\u00een nimic<br><br><br><strong>via\u021b\u0103 3<br><\/strong><br>frumuse\u021bea nu se scrie pe h\u00e2rtie<br>ochii ei sunt mari \u0219i rotunzi<br>au apari\u021bii pe care le proiecteaz\u0103<br>direct \u00een mijlocul celor mai mari zbateri<br>formate de tine<br>eu sunt cel mai fericit<br>zilele cu ploaie sunt cele mai lungi<br>te \u00eentinzi pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine<br>ca o umbr\u0103<br><br>ora\u0219ul este scufundat \u00een \u00eentuneric<br>cred c\u0103 este toamn\u0103<br>cred c\u0103 este timp destul<br>sunt ca un copil abia n\u0103scut<br>pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ora\u0219e \u00eencepe s\u0103 creasc\u0103 iarba<br>\u00eencet <br>dar sigur<br><br><br><strong>via\u021b\u0103 4<br><\/strong><br>au r\u0103mas tot mai pu\u021bini oameni<br>ca \u00eentr-un balansoar<br>ca \u00eentr-un balcon<br>\u00een fiecare zi acela\u0219i drum<br>c\u0103ldura cu care ducem luptele mici<br><br>f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eencordezi lumina<br>nu o s\u0103 vezi niciodat\u0103 soarele.<br><br><br><strong>radiografie<br><\/strong><br>ora\u0219ul a r\u0103mas la fel<br>cinematografe prin care \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nirea <br>fuge <br>un c\u00e2ine care \u00ee\u0219i hr\u0103ne\u0219te nea\u0219teptatele temeri<br>cu bucurie<br>tinere\u021bea mea \u00ee\u0219i \u00eentoarce buzunarele pe dos<br>vis\u0103m \u0219i \u00een\u021belegem totul<br>cu tandre\u021be \u0219i cu r\u0103bdare<br>strig\u0103m \u00een gura mare \u0219i ne acoperim picioarele cu fum<br>\u00een\u021belegem din semne c\u0103 limitele nasc doar limite<br><br>via\u021ba mea migreaz\u0103 c\u0103tre alte senza\u021bii<br>vreau s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg totul<br>atunci c\u00e2nd trebuie r\u00e2d \u0219i vorbesc despre fiecare a\u0219teptare neonorat\u0103<br>luciditatea mea scoate tandre\u021bea din apele cele mai tulburi<br>o urc\u0103 \u00een autobuzele supraetajate<br><br>a\u0219tept\u0103m s\u0103 plou\u0103 concentra\u021bi pe via\u021ba noastr\u0103.<br><br><br><strong>sf\u00e2r\u0219it<br><\/strong><br>dup\u0103 fiecare ploaie cade lumina<br>ca o lam\u0103 de cu\u021bit <br>ca o piele \u00eentins\u0103 la soare<br>ca o genera\u021bie care trece prin timp<br>obstacole care r\u0103sucesc timpul<br>\u00eel transform\u0103 \u00een st\u0103ri ciudate<br>plimb\u0103ri interminabile pe str\u0103zile din Bucure\u0219ti<br>s\u0103 fugim din cartierele \u00een care moartea st\u0103 la mas\u0103<br>cu bucuria fiec\u0103rui sens pe care \u00eel d\u0103m sentimentelor noastre<br><br>hai s\u0103 ne ferim ochii de ploile care cad constant<br>a\u0219eza\u021bi pe treptele inegale ale unei cl\u0103diri vechi<br>s\u0103 construim lumea ca pe un puzzle<br>s\u0103 ne \u00eentindem t\u0103lpile \u00een m\u00e2inile celor care cred \u00een via\u021b\u0103<br>spectacolele \u00eencep \u0219i se termin\u0103 imediat<br><br>durerile \u0219i arderile mele sunt tot mai profunde \u0219i mai clare<br>ca un geam pe care copiii deseneaz\u0103 baloane<br>vreau s\u0103 credem \u00een zilele prin care tinere\u021bea ora\u0219ului<br>\u00een care iubeam era nemuritoare.<br><br><br><strong>rug\u0103ciune<br><\/strong><br>nu ai dec\u00e2t s\u0103 crezi<br>eu merg<br>eu vorbesc<br>via\u021ba mea vibreaz\u0103<br>are picioarele lungi<br>lucioase ca parchetul pe care calc<br><br>ploile care se scurgeau pe geamul trenurilor personale<br>o s\u0103 ajung departe \u0219i st\u0103rile vie\u021bii de azi o s\u0103 fie la fel<br>totul se \u00eencordeaz\u0103 \u00een timp<br>liniile de tramvai pe care tinere\u021bea ta circul\u0103 cu vitez\u0103<br><br>po\u021bi s\u0103 crezi ce vrei cucerind ora\u0219ele cele mai frumoase din lume<br>societatea de azi \u00ee\u0219i ascunde sim\u021burile cu tandre\u021be \u0219i team\u0103<br>nu am de ce s\u0103 fac lucrurile altfel<br>sunt ca o inim\u0103 care bate \u00eentr-un ritm alert<br>putem s\u0103 ne facem aripi din fiecare zi<br>s\u0103 batem din ele constant<br>s\u0103 fim siguri pe noi \u0219i ferici\u021bi<br>str\u0103zi mici ale vie\u021bii noastre pe care apa t\u00e2\u0219ne\u0219te brusc<br>nu ai voie s\u0103 taci<br>trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021bi s\u0103 s\u0103ru\u021bi<br>chiar dac\u0103 \u00een lumea asta nimeni nu \u0219tie s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103.<br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Andrei 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