{"id":1927,"date":"2021-04-17T13:10:36","date_gmt":"2021-04-17T10:10:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=1927"},"modified":"2021-04-22T20:05:19","modified_gmt":"2021-04-22T17:05:19","slug":"3-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=1927","title":{"rendered":"3 poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Locurile pe unde umblam<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n

Am fost acolo,
\u00eempreun\u0103 cu piticul de la circul Palisadelor
\u0219i cu clovnul cu ochi tragici
ce fumeaz\u0103 o \u021bigar\u0103 pe acoperi\u0219ul
zbur\u0103torului Zamboni.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am fost acolo \u00een alt\u0103 via\u021b\u0103,
\u00eentr-o amintire, o fotografie, un vis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0218i nu este nimic romantic \u00een asta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Iar \u00eengerul coco\u021bat pe statuie
privindu-ne cu mult\u0103 aten\u021bie
e de fapt o musc\u0103 gras\u0103
pe icoana \u00eenr\u0103mat\u0103 sub sticl\u0103
\u00een mahalaua Colentina,
frec\u00e2ndu-\u0219i picioarele \u0219i p\u0103t\u00e2nd-o
pe Fecioara Maria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0218i noi care credeam c\u0103 vedem
o aluni\u021b\u0103 pe fa\u021ba ei,
sau o lacrim\u0103!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am fost acolo,
\u00een locul unde melci enormi f\u0103r\u0103 cochilie se t\u00e2r\u0103sc peste cer|
\u0219i las\u0103 bale pe lun\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Obi\u0219nuiam s\u0103 ne leg\u0103m b\u0103rcile
de st\u00e2lpii de iluminat,
iar ele pluteau toat\u0103 noaptea \u00een dreptul ferestrelor noastre,
a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-ne s\u0103 s\u0103rim \u00een ele \u0219i s\u0103 v\u00e2slim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dar n-am f\u0103cut-o niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Locurile pe unde umblam sunt \u00eenc\u0103 acolo.
Amintirile noastre sunt \u00eenc\u0103 acolo,
m\u00e2nc\u00e2nd cl\u0103tite \u00een Luna Park
sub privirea femeii cu nasul m\u00e2ncat de rugin\u0103
ce clipe\u0219te intermitent \u00eenv\u00e2rtind ma\u0219ini
pe volanul fustei de metal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0218i nu e nimic romantic \u00een zah\u0103rul pudr\u0103
ce cade ca ninsoarea \u0219i se lipe\u0219te
de singura mea rochie,
nimic romantic \u00een pic\u0103tura de sirop de vi\u0219ine
ce st\u0103 s\u0103 cad\u0103
\u0219i s-o strice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

B\u0103rcile sunt \u00eenc\u0103 legate
de st\u00e2lpii de iluminat pe strada noastr\u0103,
a\u0219tept\u00e2nd ca versiunile noastre mai tinere
s\u0103 sar\u0103 \u00een ele
\u0219i s\u0103 v\u00e2sleasc\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vino cu mine,
\u0219tiu locul acela,
\u00eel \u0219tiu foarte bine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Frig<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n

Era at\u00e2t de frig
\u00eenc\u00e2t r\u0103zboiul rece \u00eenghe\u021base.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00cemi vedeam r\u0103suflarea \u00een clas\u0103,
pufoas\u0103 ca un caier de bumbac,
\u00eei vedeam r\u0103suflarea profesorului
\u0219i pe-a colegilor mei de liceu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Acas\u0103, \u00eemi a\u0219ezam m\u00e2inile pe lampa de birou
s\u0103 le transform din albastre \u00een ro\u0219ii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mama a cump\u0103rat materiale,
c\u0103ptu\u0219eli, p\u00e2sl\u0103, \u0219i capse,
\u0219i ne-a croit mie \u0219i fratelui meu
costume de ski ca s\u0103 purt\u0103m la \u0219coal\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dormeam cu c\u0103ciuli de l\u00e2n\u0103,
ciorapi de l\u00e2n\u0103, m\u0103nu\u0219i de l\u00e2n\u0103,
\u0219i pulovere de l\u00e2n\u0103 at\u00e2t de groase
\u00eenc\u00e2t rezistau \u0219i gloan\u021belor \u0219i moliilor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

R\u0103suflarea mea se pref\u0103cea \u00een condens pe perete
care apoi \u00eenghe\u021ba
form\u00e2nd flori \u0219i liane complicate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Era at\u00e2t de frig
\u00eenc\u00e2t actorii pe scen\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i vedeau r\u0103sufl\u0103rile
iar audien\u021ba inspira versurile lui Shakespeare
\u0219i expira nori Cirrus, sub\u021biri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mirele \u0219i mireasa se s\u0103rutau nonstop
ca s\u0103-\u0219i \u021bin\u0103 de cald,
iar nunta\u0219ii schimbau cuvinte \u00eenghe\u021bate
\u00eenainte s\u0103 se aduc\u0103 m\u00e2ncarea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Era at\u00e2t de frig
\u00eenc\u00e2t au cr\u0103pat toate pietrele.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Doctorii aveau respira\u021bii albe de tifon,
ca \u0219i cum fantome ar fi fost prezente
\u00een s\u0103lile de opera\u021bii
\u00eenainte s\u0103 deschid\u0103
p\u00e2ntecele pacien\u021bilor, aburinde.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Era at\u00e2t de frig
\u00eenc\u00e2t vecina mea care lucra la circ
a adus acas\u0103 pitonii
ca s\u0103 nu \u00eenghe\u021be,
\u0219i-i \u021binea \u00een cada de baie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00cei purta la serviciu
ca pe-un costum str\u00e2ns pe corp
pe sub blana de nurc\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Decade la r\u00e2nd a fost frig, frig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fiecare dintre noi expira
c\u00e2te un mic nori\u0219or,
dovad\u0103 c\u0103 eram \u00een via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pia\u021ba fermierilor<\/strong><\/h5>\n\n\n\n

Vom merge \u0219i vom trece
prin mii de zg\u00e2rieturi \u0219i t\u0103ieturi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pentru fiecare lovitur\u0103 \u0219i ran\u0103,
vom primi un ban de dragoste, str\u0103lucitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Vom ajunge \u00eentr-un sf\u00e2r\u0219it
la taraba cea mai mare din pia\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fermierul \u00eemi va pune inima
pe un taler sub\u021bire<\/p>\n\n\n\n

iar pe cel\u0103lalt taler, o pan\u0103,
\u0219i o va c\u00e2nt\u0103ri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dac\u0103 inima mi-e mai grea dec\u00e2t pana,
c\u00e2inele fermierului,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

cel cu capul de crocodil,
o va m\u00e2nca.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dac\u0103 mi-este u\u0219oar\u0103,
vom da la schimb bog\u0103\u021biile noastre<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u0219i vom merge mai departe,
m\u00e2na ta mica \u00een m\u00e2na mea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

Citi\u021bi un interviu cu Claudia Serea realizat de Bogdan Suceav\u0103 aici<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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