{"id":15149,"date":"2026-03-27T16:14:25","date_gmt":"2026-03-27T13:14:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=15149"},"modified":"2026-03-27T16:14:56","modified_gmt":"2026-03-27T13:14:56","slug":"poeme-117","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=15149","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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\u00cen p\u0103durea de pini am cunoscut furia
plecasem pentru altceva
pentru ciupercile care supravie\u021buiesc 
care prosper\u0103 \u00een ciuda dezastrului

Aveam un b\u0103\u021b noduros \u0219i uscat, suprafa\u021ba lui col\u021buroas\u0103 \u00eemi f\u0103cea bine
puteam s\u0103 \u00eei traversez asperit\u0103\u021bile ca \u0219i cum m-a\u0219 fi \u00eenchinat la un rozariu
lini\u0219tea p\u0103durii ar fi ajuns \u00een cele din urm\u0103 \u0219i la mine
tenacitatea ciupercilor ar fi putut fi un ritual pe care s\u0103 \u00eel \u00een\u021beleg
s\u0103 \u00eel iau cu mine \u00een cutia mea de chibrituri comuniste
plin\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la refuz de certuri, de ne\u00een\u021belegeri
dar p\u0103durea mirosea minunat
ciupercile aveau imprimate gustul de toamn\u0103, de frunz\u0103 care se preg\u0103te\u0219te s\u0103 cad\u0103

Dup\u0103 dezastru, vine lini\u0219tea
Dup\u0103 Hiroshima, primele care \u0219i-au f\u0103cut loc printre cr\u0103p\u0103turile arse au fost ciupercile

\u2003
**<\/strong>

la \u00eenceput, am l\u0103sat s\u0103 treac\u0103
nop\u021bile \u00een care \u00eenfloreau teii
mirosul lor ne-ar fi dus cu g\u00e2ndul
la s\u0103ruturi, la mi\u0219c\u0103ri de corpuri sincronizate
toate acestea ne erau interzise

dar aveam debarcaderul, la care
puteam cobor\u00ee oric\u00e2nd
unul c\u00e2te unul, \u00eencolona\u021bi la apus
\u0219i, uneori, \u00eempreun\u0103
aceast\u0103 plimbare ne era permis\u0103
ca \u0219i aerul care se rarefia 
pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce \u00eenaintam spre apa tot mai str\u0103vezie

c\u0103utam r\u0103coarea, mi\u0219c\u0103rile lente, elegan\u021ba delfinului
ad\u00e2ncimile \u00een care s\u0103 intr\u0103m 
f\u0103r\u0103 haine pe noi,
la mal ne l\u0103sam inhibi\u021biile
fragilitatea
apa ne era de ajuns

\u00een ochiul f\u0103r\u0103 margini
\u00een cel mai r\u0103coros loc din bucure\u0219ti
acolo ne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni

\u2003
***<\/strong>

C\u00e2nd am poposit, p\u0103s\u0103rile plecaser\u0103
dar peste tot \u00een jurul nostru erau pepeni
ne \u00eenfruptam cu poft\u0103, ne f\u0103ceam datoria c\u0103tre p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eensetat avea nevoie de noi, de gurile noastre hr\u0103p\u0103re\u021be

Mu\u0219cam f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tim dac\u0103 e zeam\u0103 sau e s\u00e2ngele nostru, 
obrajii t\u0103i au fost odat\u0103 rotunzi, ca luna la patru diminea\u021ba,
\u0219i c\u00e2nd mu\u0219cam, \u00eemi plimbam din\u021bii 
cum fac cu privirea c\u00e2nd ies din cas\u0103 \u0219i urm\u0103resc luna care urc\u0103 pe cer

Acum mul\u021bi ani am mers dup\u0103 ea o noapte \u00eentreag\u0103
am traversat atunci c\u00e2mpuri de ciulini \u0219i drumuri pline de praf
dar ce \u00eemi p\u0103sa, ce \u00eemi p\u0103sa c\u0103 dau de ghimpi, c\u0103 dau de garduri cu s\u00e2rm\u0103 \u00eennodat\u0103
dac\u0103 la cap\u0103tul nop\u021bii, acolo unde luna se pr\u0103v\u0103le\u0219te spre p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\u0219i f\u00e2ntana e plin\u0103, am dat de tine, care m\u0103 a\u0219teptai cu o can\u0103 de ap\u0103 curat\u0103

\u2003
****<\/strong>

m-am uitat spre soare, tocmai m\u0103 \u00eentrebase\u0219i c\u00e2t e ceasul
buruienile erau tot mai \u00eenalte \u0219i f\u00e2nt\u00e2na din ce \u00een ce mai departe
dar \u00een jurul nostru erau case multe, case albe ca p\u00e2inile abia scoase din cuptor

nici atunci nu \u021bi-am spus c\u0103 suntem \u00eentr-un cimitir
dar \u021bi-am dat o or\u0103, soarele era drept \u00een cre\u0219tetul nostru
mai era p\u00e2n\u0103 la apus, mai aveam timp s\u0103 ne \u021binem de m\u00e2n\u0103
lini\u0219tea era doar a noastr\u0103, a noastr\u0103 ora de piatr\u0103,
marmura rece, pielea dogoritoare, toaca \u00eenc\u0103 nu bate.

\u2003
*****<\/strong>

\u00cen acea zi, am mers mult pe c\u00e2mp, era praf
iar noi c\u0103utam ap\u0103.  

Umblam de mult, cu bidoanele care z\u0103ng\u0103neau c\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nd
f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-ne s\u0103 tres\u0103rim

Atunci ne aminteam c\u0103 suntem vii,
c\u0103 m\u00e2inile noastre au degete care se pot atinge
care pot traversa pielea de sus p\u00e2n\u0103 jos

C\u00e2nd ne-am oprit,
am f\u0103cut dragoste
setea noastr\u0103 se deplasase \u00een alt\u0103 direc\u021bie
c\u0103utam trupurile pe care marcam poteci \u0219i poiene

Lumina acoperea totul egal
\u0219i doar trupurile noastre mi\u0219c\u0103toare sp\u0103rgeau monotonia

Era cald, eram ferici\u021bi

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