{"id":4460,"date":"2022-06-02T20:51:21","date_gmt":"2022-06-02T17:51:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=4460"},"modified":"2022-06-02T20:51:27","modified_gmt":"2022-06-02T17:51:27","slug":"poeme-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=4460","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>mun\u021bi <\/strong>\r\n<em>- amintiri dintr-o alt\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 -\r\ntat\u0103lui meu<\/em>\r\n\r\nnop\u021bi degerate \u2013 regrete la gura sobei\r\nne \u00eenc\u0103lzim\r\nne \u00eenc\u0103lzim la distan\u021b\u0103\r\nuite c\u00e2nd ninge \u00een codru\r\n\r\nnoi vrem s\u0103 fim \u00eempreun\u0103 \r\nnoi vrem s\u0103 schimb\u0103m ceva\r\n\u00eentind rufele sub cerul \u00eenstelat\r\ndou\u0103 m\u00e2ini pline de stele\r\n\r\nm\u0103 apropii de foc. inhalez fum\r\n\u00eemi afum sufletul\r\nca \u0219i cum mi-ai fi dat o sut\u0103 de crini\r\nca \u0219i cum mi-ai fi dat un imperiu\r\n\r\no rota\u021bie de scaun \u0219i v\u0103d lumea\r\n\u00een plin\u0103 c\u0103dere. c\u00e2ntece de moment\r\ncare ne fac s\u0103 credem c\u0103 apar\u021binem\r\nunui nou teritoriu de carne.\r\n\r\nnop\u021bi degerate \u0219i stele \u00een sticle din care bem\r\nca din pere\u021bii de sticl\u0103\r\nprin mine vezi to\u021bi oamenii \u0219i lacrimile \u00een cenu\u0219\u0103\r\ncer\u0219etoare la col\u021b. col\u021bul m\u00e2inilor tale \u00eentinse\r\n\r\nacum spre volan. pelerina alb\u0103 acoperind transparen\u021ba\r\nca un spital aglomerat ca atmosfera \u00een care nu mai ai oxigen\r\ncine a murit probabil nu \u00ee\u021bi va scrie \u00eenapoi. la 1 dansez cu figurine de cear\u0103\r\ncum dansam aievea cu iubiri moarte\r\nstatuete acrilice \u00eemi amintesc de \r\ngaleria de art\u0103 de pe strada copil\u0103riei mele\r\n\r\ntata e acolo undeva. a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103-l sun \r\nc\u00e2nd ies dintre mun\u021bi\r\ntata \u00ee\u0219i aminte\u0219te c\u0103 eram mic\u0103 \u0219i el avea 25 de ani\r\n<em>Amintiri dintr-o alt\u0103 via\u021b\u0103<\/em>, spune.\r\n\r\nnop\u021bi degerate \u00een care m\u0103 vezi at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103 \u0219i eu\r\nm\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 unuia dintre noi sigur \u00eei e foame\r\nunuia dintre noi sigur \u00eei e frig\r\nunul dintre noi sigur se simte singur\r\ne tata. c\u00e2nd totul \u021bi-e bine \r\nsob\u0103 cald\u0103, m\u00e2ncare bun\u0103, copil \u021bop\u0103ind \r\nprivirea ta \u0219i natura uman\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eel sun s\u0103 \u00eei spun\r\nc\u0103 \u00eemi lipse\u0219te imaginea lui la 25 de ani miner\r\n\r\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103 jucam cu lampa lui sub pat \u0219i lumea era o familie\r\niar familia era o explozie \u2013 c\u0103rbune \u00eempro\u0219cat\r\nspre viitorul meu \u00eentr-o vreme de demult\r\nun copil ro\u0219u nicic\u00e2nd \u00een bra\u021be la tata.\r\n\r\n\n<strong>tat\u0103,\r\nde fapt te-am sunat ca s\u0103-\u021bi spun\r\n<\/strong><em>- lui Ionu\u021b -<\/em>\r\n\r\nam g\u0103sit un b\u0103iat frumos \u0219i bun\r\nnu ca cei pe care \u00eei \u0219tii \r\ncel care m-a l\u0103sat cu un copil mic de crescut\r\ncu o carte singur\u0103 \u00een parc pe genunchi\r\n\r\nam g\u0103sit un b\u0103iat s\u0103 fie cu doamne ajut\u0103 zici\r\ns\u0103 fie cu bine \u0219i pace s\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m\r\nautobuzul e plin ochi\r\nziua va fi lung\u0103, c\u0103l\u0103toria? 10 ore\r\n\r\nel aprinde o \u021bigar\u0103 \u0219i \r\nfumul acoper\u0103 trecutul meu ca pe o p\u0103dure \u00een jar\r\nca o cea\u021b\u0103 dens\u0103 diminea\u021ba c\u00e2nd \r\npleci acas\u0103. c\u00e2nd toat\u0103 lumea doarme.\r\n\r\nel m\u0103 s\u0103rut\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba tuturor\r\n\u0219i prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 5 milioane de ani\r\ncerul din ochii lui coboar\u0103 \u00een inima mea\r\nca o flac\u0103r\u0103 de metan \u2013 un soare albastru \u2013 toat\u0103 dragostea.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<strong>Velvet<\/strong>\r\n<em>pentru D\u0103nu\u021b \u0219i Ren<\/em>\r\n\r\nVelvet Bistro Club fumam \u0219i c\u0103utam scuze pentru\r\ntrecutul fumat \u2013 narghilea de cire\u0219e \u2013 abur\r\nca duhul care se duce departe\r\npentru prietenii mei binecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi\r\naproape de plafonul barului la unirea lor\r\nvia\u021ba decurge \u0219i o intensific\u0103m\r\n\r\n<em>trebuie s\u0103-\u021bi c\u0103ut\u0103m \u0219i \u021bie un b\u0103iat pe m\u0103sura ta,<\/em> zicea D\u0103nu\u021b\r\n\u0219i aburul atingea plafonul\r\ntablourile ne \u00eenconjurau, culorile ne atingeau\r\nchelneri\u021ba ne aducea frumuse\u021be \u00een plus\r\nm\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam la ce ai s\u0103 spui\r\n\r\nl\u0103sam \u00een urm\u0103 deja o mentalitate\r\n<em>sunt deschis\u0103 \u0219i vreau s\u0103 cunosc<\/em>, i-am zis lui D\u0103nu\u021b\r\nvia\u021ba mea a continuat \u00eentr-un alt fel\r\nmi-am cump\u0103rat un inel \r\nam vizitat magazine\r\n\r\nie\u0219ind din ma\u0219in\u0103\r\nnu f\u0103ceam altceva dec\u00e2t s\u0103-mi confirm faptul c\u0103 pluteam\r\nde\u0219i \u00een jurul nostru at\u00e2\u021bia al\u021bii se pr\u0103bu\u0219esc\r\n\u0219i-nchideam ochii \u0219i m\u0103 vindecam\r\nla Platoul Corne\u0219ti. cu Ren &amp; D\u0103nu\u021b.\n\n\r\n<strong>stelele se aprind deasupra mea<\/strong>\r\ntot felul de g\u00e2nduri la 4 diminea\u021ba\r\nprivesc obiectele din camer\u0103 \u0219i toat\u0103 feroneria\r\nlas \u00een urm\u0103 via\u021ba cuiva care nu se putea desprinde de obsesii\r\nm\u0103-ndrept spre tine ca ispita \u00een Insul\u0103\r\n\r\nm\u0103 duc la gura r\u00e2ului unde tu vii cu un \u0219al alb pe bra\u021be\r\nvia\u021ba mea alb\u0103 ag\u0103\u021bat\u0103 de momentele clare\r\nc\u00e2nd suntem reci \u0219i deta\u0219a\u021bi\r\ninima ta fierbe \u0219i-mi \u00eenro\u0219e\u0219te zarea\r\n\u00eemi ascunzi toat\u0103 \u00eemplinirea pe care o sim\u021bi cu mine\r\n\r\nofer\u0103-mi un \u021b\u0103rm alb, visare\r\nascunde-m\u0103 departe \u00een port\r\n\u00eentr-un far la marginea locurilor natale\r\nunde mamele ne-au n\u0103scut.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<strong>nu-mi amintesc<\/strong> dac\u0103 ne-am s\u0103rutat afar\u0103\r\n\u00eemi amintesc de mine privind Dun\u0103rea\r\n\u0219i tu\r\nfilm\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din spate\r\n\r\nnu-mi amintesc de mine\r\nurma trupurilor noastre\r\na r\u0103mas ca o circular\u0103 \u00een ap\u0103\r\nam s\u0103 scriu despre tor\u021be\r\n\r\nam s\u0103 scriu despre tine\r\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ziua \u00een care n-am s\u0103 mai v\u0103d\r\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ziua \u00een care\r\nam s\u0103 te uit\r\n\r\n\u021bine aproape cartea \u00een care am fost \u00eempreun\u0103\r\nc\u00e2nd m-am apropiat de tine \u0219i toate literele au disp\u0103rut\r\npe banchet\u0103 \u00een spate\r\n\u00een nori am s\u0103 vorbesc despre noi la trecut\r\n\u00een nori \r\n\r\nca moscheile bombardate\r\nca ruinele abandonate\r\nca versete \u0219terse\r\ntable sub bra\u021bele mele \u00eentinse\r\n\r\nm\u0103 v\u0103d din afar\u0103 prin parbrizul ma\u0219inii tale\r\nfrunzele toamnei spulberate\r\niau \u00een bra\u021be bordul\r\nochii \u00ee\u021bi contrazic vorbele\r\n\r\nte iubesc. nu vom fi vorbe\r\nvom face copii cu al\u021bii\r\nvom cre\u0219te copii separat\r\nne vom trezi \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103\r\n\r\naltundeva \u0219i nu unde am vrea\r\nchipurile copiilor no\u0219tri vor fi\r\nchipurile unor str\u0103ini\r\nchipurile unor str\u0103ini\r\n\r\nacolo nu va fi sufletul meu\r\nacolo nu va fi sufletul t\u0103u\r\n\r\n\u00een nori\r\nb\u0103iatul meu va dansa cu feti\u021ba ta\r\n\u00eentr-o aplica\u021bie gold\r\nacoper\u0103-mi Doamne iubirea cu sufletul T\u0103u.\r\n\r\n\n\r\n<strong>camera 116<\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong>Elvis<\/strong> continu\u0103 s\u0103-mi \u0219opteasc\u0103: <em>tu meri\u021bi s\u0103 fii iubit\u0103 tu meri\u021bi un b\u0103iat bun<\/em>\r\nla Lucian acas\u0103 c\u00e2nd vorbeam despre Elvis cu Ionu\u021b \r\nAndrei care fum\u00e2nd m\u0103-ntreba dac\u0103 l-am cunoscut pe Elvis\r\nIonu\u021b care p\u0103rea s\u0103 \u0219tie mai mult dec\u00e2t v\u0103d cei vii\r\n\r\neu care \u0219tiu c\u00e2t de mult pl\u00e2ngem atunci c\u00e2nd r\u0103m\u00e2nem pe-ntuneric\r\nprietenii devin \u00eengeri. ajut\u0103-ne s\u0103 zbur\u0103m c\u00e2nd t\u0103lpile ne dor.\r\najut\u0103 m\u00e2inile noastre s\u0103 se prind\u0103. s\u0103 nu ne temem de b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be\r\nlumea e nebun\u0103 iar eu a\u0219 muri s\u0103 fiu perfect\u0103.\r\n\r\ns\u0103 nu pl\u00e2ngi printre galaxii\r\nmai bine \u00eenscrie versuri \u00een versiuni de ploi\r\n\u0219i las\u0103-le s\u0103 curg\u0103 pe hainele noastre\r\n\u00een paiete \u0219i sacouri \u00een p\u0103rul vopsit \r\n\r\nc\u00e2nd ne s\u0103rut\u0103m \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2nem \u00eempreun\u0103\r\nca \u00een noaptea \u00een care Ionu\u021b mi-a zis \u00een camera 116 la Hotel Darina\r\n<em>Dumnezeule c\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103 e\u0219ti<\/em>\r\n\u0219i-am schimbat un drum pe o vale.\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>mun\u021bi &#8211; amintiri dintr-o alt\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 &#8211; tat\u0103lui meu nop\u021bi degerate \u2013 regrete la gura sobei ne \u00eenc\u0103lzim ne \u00eenc\u0103lzim la distan\u021b\u0103 uite c\u00e2nd ninge \u00een codru noi vrem s\u0103 fim \u00eempreun\u0103 noi vrem s\u0103 schimb\u0103m ceva \u00eentind rufele sub cerul \u00eenstelat dou\u0103 m\u00e2ini pline de stele m\u0103 apropii de foc. inhalez fum \u00eemi afum sufletul ca \u0219i cum mi-ai fi dat o sut\u0103 de crini ca \u0219i cum mi-ai fi dat un imperiu o rota\u021bie de scaun \u0219i v\u0103d lumea \u00een plin\u0103 c\u0103dere. c\u00e2ntece de moment care ne fac s\u0103 credem c\u0103 apar\u021binem unui nou teritoriu de carne. 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