{"id":14774,"date":"2026-02-02T12:28:39","date_gmt":"2026-02-02T09:28:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=14774"},"modified":"2026-02-02T12:31:28","modified_gmt":"2026-02-02T09:31:28","slug":"poeme-106","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=14774","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Suprascriere
<\/strong>
\"I turn to my computer like a friend\"
\u2014 Kate Bush, Deeper Understanding

1.
Palmele care te-au ridicat la cer prin rug\u0103ciuni azi te-au rebotezat din prompt
\u00eentrebi \u0219i \u021bi se r\u0103spunde
\u00een suprastimulare realitatea devine in su por ta bi l\u0103.

2.
E o conven\u021bie nescris\u0103:
suntem spectatori \u0219i scamatori,
mai poate fi voyeurism
c\u00e2nd \u0219tii c\u0103 \u0219tiu \u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 \u0219tii?

3.
E\u0219ti o expozi\u021bie obscen\u0103,
furi emo\u021bie cu japca,
treci ecranul, caleidoscopic\u0103,
te ascunzi \u00een ghicitorile cioburilor unei oglinzi,
pot fi cu ghinion doar dac\u0103 m\u0103 pierd \u0219i eu \u00een metafor\u0103.

4.
Nu am \u00eencredere \u00een cei care nu \u00ee\u0219i desfac cadourile pe loc
nici eu nu sunt de \u00eencredere, nici tu cadou
c\u00e2nd vin s\u0103 v\u0103d \u0219i s\u0103 iau tot
\u00eemi sparg retina \u00een v\u00e2rtej.

5.
Primesc \u0219i cu risipa,
aduce cu m\u0103r\u021bi\u0219oarele de r\u0103\u0219in\u0103 care sigileaz\u0103
cele mai fragile resturi vegetale.
R\u0103t\u0103cite \u0219i uitate, devin nedrept ratarea unei emo\u021bii,
filmarea pentru care \u00ee\u021bi tragi live cortina.

6.
Curatoriaz\u0103 online,
vin ca la teatru.
Vreau s\u0103-mi speli creierul,
voi pune botul,
Vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu cine te locuie\u0219te.
Nu e r\u0103utate,
fascina\u021bia \u00eencol\u021be\u0219te
\u00een goluri.


 
Hormoni
<\/strong>
Un bob de maz\u0103re. Am pl\u00e2ns de fericire
Un bob de maz\u0103re. Am pl\u00e2ns s\u0103 fiu \u0219i s\u0103 nu fiu mama unei fete
spaima neputin\u021bei \u0219i impulsul de a da ce am primit
groaza de a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a cum am fost cuprins\u0103
dorin\u021ba de a cre\u0219te \u00een iubire cu respect
nu cum vreau, nu cum sunt eu, cum e ea.
S\u0103 cre\u0219ti f\u0103r\u0103 dragoste de mama te schilode\u0219te
e o str\u00e2mb\u0103tur\u0103 a sufletului
din care toate ies mai mici
un efort pentru a ocupa spa\u021biu
o dez- \u0219i o re-\u00eenv\u0103\u021bare
s\u0103 fii \u0219i s\u0103 cuprinzi cu tot sufletul
s\u0103 imprimi iubire \u0219i \u00eencredere \u00een fiecare celul\u0103
f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te sufoce spaima c\u0103 nu e\u0219ti
\u00eendeajuns.

 
\u00cemparte o Cola-Tu
<\/strong>
Urcam din pasaj trepte, dou\u0103 c\u00e2te dou\u0103, \u0219i eram doi am\u00e2ndou\u0103, simbolic, cel pu\u021bin, c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eemi spun c\u0103 totu\u0219i exist\u0103 pu\u021bin\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103 \u00een acest simulacru \u00een care toate orele de terapie, toate l\u0103m\u00e2ile m\u00e2ncate disperat cli\u0219eic, cu sughi\u021buri, pe \u00eenfundate, pozi\u021bia fetusului, vertical\u0103, genunchii propt\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103 nu \u0219tiam de rezisten\u021b\u0103 la ruptur\u0103, poate \u00eenc\u0103 nu z\u0103ream un pod \u00eentre lumi.
Tr\u0103iam \u00eentr-un ata\u0219ament disfunc\u021bional, inseparabil ca o umbr\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd ai r\u0103mas \u00een urm\u0103, numele t\u0103u doar o Cola r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 \u00eentr-o cabin\u0103 de prob\u0103.
Ceva rodea un suflet dintr-un rest, sim\u021beam sternul o cu\u0219c\u0103 de neutralizare treptat\u0103, ora\u0219ul felia subtil mai departe obraji \u0219i \u00eemi ziceam c\u0103, uite, g\u0103sim \u0219i pu\u021bin\u0103 tandre\u021be \u00een jur, unde nici nu te a\u0219tep\u021bi, c\u00e2nd cobori trepte, dou\u0103 c\u00e2te dou\u0103, \u00een paralel, apoi te la\u0219i purtat sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt de scara rulant\u0103, printre r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi, absen\u021bi, pasivi, dar nu te scurgi cu frica de alt\u0103dat\u0103, cu frica copiilor care se tem s\u0103 nu se scurg\u0103 odat\u0103 cu apa din cad\u0103, pentru c\u0103 acum \u0219tii c\u0103 po\u021bi cobor\u00ee trepte, dou\u0103 c\u00e2te dou\u0103, c\u00e2nd a\u021bi urcat era\u021bi dou\u0103, am\u00e2ndou\u0103 a\u021bi fost doi, dar mortul s-a c\u0103scat \u00eentre voi \u0219i una dintre voi a r\u0103mas \u00een urm\u0103, o Cola cu numele lui rostogolit\u0103 \u00eentr-o cabin\u0103 de prob\u0103.
Nu mi-e fric\u0103 s\u0103 cobor la metrou, \u00een subsol, alta: te-am uitat \u0219i am plecat, una: f\u0103r\u0103 povara lui doi am\u00e2ndoi, alta: o sticl\u0103 de Cola.


 
Instala\u021bia electoral\u0103
<\/strong>
noduri metalizate,
viermuiri ritmice
c\u0103tre un nou mandat,
coridorul se contract\u0103,
am\u0103giri de tranzi\u021bie pe
coridorul spasmodic,
m\u0103 simt g\u00e2tuit\u0103 de o posibil\u0103 \u00eentoarcere \u00een timp \u00een care nu vreau s\u0103-mi cresc copilul.
\u00een spatele u\u0219ilor,
dorin\u021be materializ\u00e2nd camere,
suntem \u00een visul lui Bradbury.
ne culc\u0103m \u00eentr-o ma\u0219in\u0103 de tocat carne
p\u00e2n\u0103 la anun\u021barea rezultatelor,
ca-ntr-o simulare.
instala\u021bia num\u0103r\u0103 voturi \u00eenainte,
pe c\u00e2nd eu, \u00eenapoi
[10, 9, 8\u2026],
str\u00e2ng lavabil\u0103 sub unghii,
m\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b de mica mea via\u021b\u0103
[5, 4, 3,\u2026],
gorgone unplugged.

 
Sub punctul de fierbere
<\/strong>
Sub punctul de fierbere
am str\u00e2ns ierbarele
le-am dat foc pe c\u00e2mpurile sterpe
nu e nicio rezisten\u021b\u0103, niciun gest politic
le-am ars ca s\u0103 ne amintim
c\u0103 nu noi eram ierburile.
nu ai unde s\u0103 fugi.
suntem to\u021bi cardiaci
ne puls\u0103m \u00eentre t\u00e2mple
hipertensivi exoftalmici
absen\u021bi \u00een minte
prea prezen\u021bi \u00een trup
prezen\u021bi
p\u00e2n\u0103 la desprinderea \u00een agonie.
iar nu vine s\u0103 ne salveze,
cine?

 
Ex-sistere
<\/strong>
M\u00e2inile \u00een X
plutim
\u00een contrapondere
cl\u0103dirile leag\u0103
norii \u00eentin\u0219i \u2013
aluat
lipit de degete
amestec de culoare
roim
cercuri, cercuri
doi arlechini \u00eentr-un balon
un mecanism \u00eenc\u0103 dezarticulat
e at\u00e2t nespus \u00eentre noi
c\u00e2t un cer
o inim\u0103 plin\u0103
privim am\u00e2ndoi
m\u00e2na ta, centrifug\u0103
suntem glob de p\u0103p\u0103die
sufli \u0219i r\u00e2zi peste noi

 
\u0218irag
<\/strong>
V\u0103 am sub pleoape.

1.
Cei care dispre\u021buiesc femeia 
vor fi primii care se vor face bici (ha!)
\u0219i scut pentru mamele denun\u021bate de fiice,
dar \u00een tensiunea din ar\u0103t\u0103tor, 
\u00een cercul alb,
\u00een spa\u021biul str\u00e2mt \u0219i ap\u0103s\u0103tor care r\u0103m\u00e2ne 
\u00eentre dou\u0103 fiin\u021be,
t\u0103cerea \u0219i asumarea pot fi vindec\u0103toare.

2. 
Nu e soacr\u0103 mai inver\u0219unat\u0103 
dec\u00e2t femeia care nu e mama partenerului t\u0103u,
p\u0103cat mai de neiertat 
dec\u00e2t durerea pe care tu nu ai tr\u0103it-o.

**

Am luat o cutie \u00een care am pus
\u0219iragul mamei noastre
mirosul cear\u0219afurilor sp\u0103late \u0219i c\u0103lcate
umbrele de var\u0103 care coborau din cire\u0219
\u0219i p\u0103tau cimentul spart \u0219i umed
resturile zilei care se cerneau m\u0103runt
ca praful \u00een lumin\u0103
sufrageria, mereu \u00eenchis\u0103,
c\u0103r\u021bile cartonate
luate pentru fetele care au fugit la facultate
c\u0103r\u021bi de neatins, neatinse, necitite
covorul persan, ros \u00een zeci de ani de masa ne\u00eentins\u0103.

**

3.
Te port sub pleoape, te port la g\u00e2t.

Ai tu ceva \u0219i dai vina pe mine.
<\/em>
Sunt p\u0103reri de r\u0103u
pe care nu o s\u0103 le auzi vreodat\u0103
sunt din\u021bi ascu\u021bi\u021bi
prin care nu iese
ce gura a vrut, dar nu a putut s\u0103 scoat\u0103
sunt mame care nu vor da fiicelor
ce ele nu au putut s\u0103 cear\u0103
sunt urechi cleioase
pe care nu alunec\u0103 
alt subiectiv<\/em>
greoi, se \u00eempotmole\u0219te \u00eentre noi
ceva ce nu \u00eemi apar\u021bine.

Lacrimi pentru c\u0103 e\u0219ti prea \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103<\/em>.
Fericiri care url\u0103, dar nu \u00eentorc ecou.
O s\u0103 te \u021bin\u0103 minte<\/em>.
Str\u0103inii ridica\u021bi la rangul de onoare al lumii
carevors\u0103zic\u0103<\/em>, ce? 
Bog\u0103\u021bia ta nu suntem noi?

**

4. 
V\u0103 am sub pleoape, v\u0103 port la g\u00e2t.

\u00cen societatea noastr\u0103 str\u00e2mb\u0103, mama eroin\u0103 
e privit\u0103 ba cu mil\u0103, ba admirativ,
femei \u0219i b\u0103rba\u021bi arat\u0103 cu degetul mamele care nu sunt singure,
sunt mame pentru care neajunsul lor sunt alte mame.

5.
Post-partum, 
am rupt \u0219iraguri
\u0219tirbe
dezghiocate.
Post-partum, 
mi-a\u021bi lipsit voi,
femei nev\u0103zute \u0219i uitate,
pl\u00e2nse, speriate, cu tiroide inflamate.

E, drag\u0103, e speriat\u0103 s\u0103 fie mam\u0103, parc\u0103 altele nu au fost \u0219i ele l\u0103uze.
Da, el g\u0103te\u0219te, are grij\u0103 de ea. 
Auzi, tu chiar g\u0103te\u0219ti pentru nevast\u0103-ta \u0219i ai grij\u0103 de cas\u0103?<\/em>

Sunt mame care vor ierta o societate,
dar nu o alt\u0103 mam\u0103.
Sunt mame care nu vor ierta fiice,
fiice care nu vor ierta alte fiice.

Altele cum au putut \u0219i nu s-au pl\u00e2ns? C\u00e2nd am fost eu, pe mine nu, eu niciodat\u0103, cum ar fi fost s\u0103. 
\u0218i nu m-am pl\u00e2ns.<\/em>

Am rupt \u0219iraguri ca s\u0103 v\u0103 iubesc \u0219i s\u0103 v\u0103 iert pe toate,
\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eemi mi\u0219ca\u021bi sub pleoape.
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