{"id":5172,"date":"2022-07-26T08:17:49","date_gmt":"2022-07-26T05:17:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=5172"},"modified":"2022-07-27T14:22:54","modified_gmt":"2022-07-27T11:22:54","slug":"poeme-de-andreea-draghici","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=5172","title":{"rendered":"Poeme de Andreea Dr\u0103ghici"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted has-small-font-size\">Andreea Dr\u0103ghici a absolvit Facultatea de Litere, sec\u021bia Limb\u0103 \u0219i literatur\u0103 rom\u00e2n\u0103 \u2013 Limb\u0103 \u0219i literatur\u0103 german\u0103, apoi a continuat cu studii de masterat la Centrul de Excelen\u021b\u0103 \u00een Studiul Imaginii. A publicat texte \u00een diferite reviste online \u0219i offline, precum Iocan, scena.ro, Observator Cultural sau Dissolved Magazine. \u00cen prezent este editor de carte \u0219i, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, traduce.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>partners in crime<\/strong>\n\nurme de t\u0103lpi ude pe pardoseala din hol: nu mai s\u00eent singur\u0103.\no \u0219oset\u0103 pe calorifer, cealalt\u0103 habar n-am unde.\nperdele pe care le-am pus \u00eempreun\u0103.\nfarfuriile \u00een care am m\u00eencat asear\u0103 sp\u0103late de tine \u00eenainte s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc.\nfistic. ecleruri. biscui\u021bi cu unt \u0219i miere.\napusul.\niarba strivit\u0103 sub noi \u00een gr\u0103dina din vale.\nplanuri de scurt\u0103 durat\u0103 \u0219i planuri de lung\u0103 durat\u0103.\npe biciclete \u00een toate parcurile acestui ora\u0219.\np\u0103r argintiu \u0219i degetele mele prin el.\npiele cald\u0103 c\u00eend dormi \u0219i m\u0103-ntind l\u00eeng\u0103 tine.\ng\u00eetul. m\u00eeinile. lipsa aerului. tu \u00een mine.\npl\u0103cere. durere. pl\u0103cere.\nflori \u00een culori complementare pe masa din buc\u0103t\u0103rie.\ns\u00eent aici \u0219i simt c\u0103 s\u00eent aici.\nmuzica trist\u0103 nu mai are sens.\nlini\u0219te \u0219i lipsa nevoii de a o umple.\nseri cu dou\u0103 pahare pe jum\u0103tate pline \u00een balconul de 70 cm l\u0103\u021bime.\ndimine\u021bi c\u00eend r\u0103m\u00eenem \u00eencol\u0103ci\u021bi unul de altul.\ncon\u0219tientizarea simplit\u0103\u021bii din faptul c\u0103 lucrurile bune exist\u0103.\nnoi, aici.\n\u2003\n\n<strong>uneori visez:<\/strong>\n\no cas\u0103 mic\u0103 \u00een mun\u021bi\neu \u00eentind rufe pe culmi bine \u00eentinse\ntu \u00een prag privindu-m\u0103\n\u0219uvi\u021be de p\u0103r ie\u0219ind de sub \u0219alul cu care mi-am \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat capul\nun nor plan\u00eend domestic deasupra\navem o gr\u0103din\u0103, g\u0103ini, dou\u0103 capre \u0219i-un c\u00eeine\nde fapt, nu \u0219tiu sigur c\u0103 le-avem\n\u0219tiu doar c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 ne hr\u0103nim \u0219i ora\u0219ul e departe\n\u00eemi z\u00eembe\u0219ti din prag\neu \u00ee\u021bi strig:\nnoi doi s\u00eentem din alt\u0103 lume\n\ncle\u0219tii \u021bin rufele pe culmile bine \u00eentinse\nmintea mea te \u021bine la fel\n\n\u00ee\u021bi spun toate astea dintr-un motiv foarte simplu:\npielea ta are prospe\u021bimea rufelor aduse \u00een cas\u0103 iarna\ns\u0103 se dezghe\u021be pe soba \u00eencins\u0103.\n\n\u0219i dac\u0103 vom locui vreodat\u0103 \u00een acea cas\u0103 din mun\u021bi\nvom fi ferici\u021bi\n\u0219i dac\u0103 nu vom locui niciodat\u0103 \u00een acea cas\u0103 din mun\u021bi\nvom fi ferici\u021bi\n\npentru c\u0103 pielea ta are prospe\u021bimea rufelor aduse \u00een cas\u0103 iarna\ns\u0103 se dezghe\u021be pe soba \u00eencins\u0103:\nm\u0103 g\u00eendesc la tine \u0219i casa e deja acolo\nm\u0103 uit la tine \u0219i soba e deja \u00eencins\u0103\nte ating \u0219i rufele deja se dezghea\u021b\u0103.\n\nundeva, acest vis care m\u0103 dezmetice\u0219te:\neu \u00eentind rufe pe culmile bine \u00eentinse\nbate v\u00eentul\ntu m\u0103 prive\u0219ti din prag.\nam\u00eendoi z\u00eembim.\n\n\n<strong>La Roman\u0103<\/strong>\n\nNici toate poeziile scrise deja, nu de mine, de al\u021bii, nici toate care se vor scrie n-o s\u0103 poat\u0103 descrie c\u00eet m-am sim\u021bit de singur\u0103.\nNu o s\u0103 \u0219tiu cum s\u0103 descriu mai bine c\u0103-n ziua \u00een care am plecat mi-am luat ni\u0219te aripioare picante din KFC-ul de la Roman\u0103.\nI-am spus tipului \u00eenalt \u0219i sl\u0103bu\u021b, care-mi luase comanda, s\u0103 mi le pun\u0103 la pachet.\nDar c\u00eend am ie\u0219it \u0219i u\u0219a s-a tr\u00eentit f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot dup\u0103 mine, m-am r\u0103zg\u00eendit.\nM-am a\u0219ezat la una dintre mesele alea despre care mereu am crezut c\u0103 pot oferi toat\u0103 intimitatea de care un om are vreodat\u0103 nevoie.\nAm desf\u0103cut cu grij\u0103 ambalajul, ca pe un cadou de Cr\u0103ciun pe care \u00eel g\u0103se\u0219ti ascuns \u00eenainte de a ajunge sub brad.\n\u0218i \u00een timp ce mu\u0219cam deja din a treia aripioar\u0103 picant\u0103, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 ning\u0103.\nNu tare, nu mult, doar a\u0219a, c\u00eet s\u0103 simt frigul cum se las\u0103 u\u0219or \u00een oase.\nChiar dac\u0103 m\u00eencarea era cald\u0103 \u0219i pentru c\u0103 nu era nimeni acolo care s\u0103 m\u0103 mai \u00eentrebe \u201eiar \u021bi-e frig?\u201d am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00eeng.\nLacrimile urmau s\u0103 intre \u00een circuitul apei \u00een natur\u0103, ca s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 la mine la urm\u0103toarea ninsoare.\n\n\u2003\n<strong>aici nu mai exist\u0103 grab\u0103<\/strong>\n\ndistan\u021ba din metrou p\u00een\u0103 acas\u0103 \u00eenseamn\u0103 un timp suficient de lung\n\u00een care s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00eendesc la tine f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi fie fric\u0103 \n\u00een jur ma\u0219ini oameni zgomot iar singur\u0103tatea plute\u0219te cuminte deasupra.\nazi am cobor\u00eet din metrou am mers foarte \u00eencet pe jos \u0219i am terminat o carte de poezie:\ndac\u0103 nici acum nu va \u021bine\ndac\u0103 nici noi nu vom putea tr\u0103i \u00eempreun\u0103\natunci s-o ia naiba de via\u021b\u0103\ncu iubirea ei cu tot.\nm\u0103 a\u0219teptam s\u0103 se apropie cineva s\u0103 m\u0103 bat\u0103 pe um\u0103r \ns\u0103-mi spun\u0103 c\u0103 nu e a\u0219a\nnu s-a apropiat nimeni\npentru c\u0103 nu avea de ce \nunele lucruri s\u00eent posibile \u0219i altele nu.\n\u0219i posibilitatea are uneori limite\nde dorit s\u0103 nu se ajung\u0103 la ele, dar nu mereu e a\u0219a\n\ne OK, am zis, aici nu mai exist\u0103 grab\u0103. \ne suficient mersul \u00eencet de la metrou acas\u0103\ne suficient timp s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00eendesc la tine\nca odat\u0103 ce intru \u00een hol \ns\u0103 m\u0103 opresc s\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b paltonul \u00een cuier\n\u0219i s\u0103 uit c\u0103 dincolo de pere\u021bii \u0103\u0219tia \na mai fost vreodat\u0103 \u0219i altceva\n\u0219i c\u0103 undeva, nu foarte departe\ntu te g\u00eende\u0219ti la ce nu mai e\niar \u00eempreun\u0103 credem c\u0103 a\u0219a e cel mai bine \n\naici nu mai exist\u0103 grab\u0103\niar amintirile distrug \u00eencet \u0219i sigur\norice a mai r\u0103mas de distrus.\n\n\u2003\n<strong>furtun\u0103\n<\/strong>\nma\u0219ina parcheaz\u0103 \u00een curte\nsunet de motor\nsunet de portiere deschise\nsunet de portiere \u00eenchise \ntata \u00eenchide por\u021bile \nmama deja murmur\u0103 \u00een hol\nciripesc p\u0103s\u0103rele \nca orice altceva\npoate fi \u0219i acesta \nun \u00eenceput de furtun\u0103\n\u2003\n\n<strong>Mama mea - mereu o fat\u0103 cuminte \u0219i la locul ei\n<\/strong>\nA iubit c\u00ee\u021biva b\u0103rba\u021bi, s-a c\u0103s\u0103torit cu unul dintre ei. \n\u0218i a crezut c\u0103 a\u0219a e mai bine.\n\n\u0218tie c\u0103 un copil e de-ajuns, poate doi. \nPe-al treilea nu-l faci dec\u00eet dac\u0103 vrei.\n\nNu \u0219tie toate capitalele \u021b\u0103rilor lumii.\nDar \u0219tie exact care e locul femeii \u00een lume. \n\u0218i \u00eel p\u0103ze\u0219te cu sfin\u021benie, f\u0103r\u0103 temei.\n\n\u0218tie ce trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be o fat\u0103 ca mine. \n\u0218tie \u0219i ce nu trebuie. \n\u0218tie \u0219i unde s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 c\u00eend vorbim despre ei.\n\n\u0218tie ni\u0219te lucruri precise, pe altele nu le cunoa\u0219te deloc. \n\u0218i insist\u0103 mereu ca \u0219i pentru mine s\u0103 fie la fel.\n\nCrede c\u0103 via\u021ba unei femei \u00eenseamn\u0103\nun so\u021b, copii, o cas\u0103 \u0219i-un job \u2013 ultimul nu e neap\u0103rat necesar, \nat\u00eet timp c\u00eet \u0219tii cu cine te iei.\n\nCu mama mea nu am fost pe lun\u0103 (la fel ca Svetlana). \nCu mama mea am fost doar \u00een port la Constan\u021ba.\n\nCu mama mea am v\u0103zut o mare \u0219i-am t\u0103cut \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba ei. \nDe-atunci, eu \u0219i mama nu mai vorbim despre lucruri esen\u021biale.\n\nMama mea \u0219i cu mine privim mult \u00een gol. \nDar c\u00eend s-a ridicat odat\u0103 de pe canapea, \nmama mea s-a uitat fix \u00een ochii mei. \nDe-atunci lucrurile au r\u0103mas inerte-ntre noi.\n\nCu mama mea n-am dansat niciodat\u0103, n-am b\u0103ut vinuri preten\u021bioase,\nn-am tr\u0103nc\u0103nit p\u00een\u0103 t\u00eerziu, ca dou\u0103 femei. \nCu mama mea am stabilit clar care e locul meu, care-al ei.\n\nMama mea mi-a spus \u00eentr-o zi c\u0103 toat\u0103 via\u021ba ei e o glum\u0103. \nEu am \u00een\u021beles, am t\u0103cut \u0219i am plecat \nmult\u0103 vreme departe de ea, departe de ei.\n\n\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Andreea Dr\u0103ghici a absolvit Facultatea de Litere, sec\u021bia Limb\u0103 \u0219i literatur\u0103 rom\u00e2n\u0103 \u2013 Limb\u0103 \u0219i literatur\u0103 german\u0103, apoi a continuat cu studii de masterat la Centrul de Excelen\u021b\u0103 \u00een Studiul Imaginii. 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