{"id":9751,"date":"2024-02-12T19:21:27","date_gmt":"2024-02-12T16:21:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=9751"},"modified":"2024-02-12T19:21:31","modified_gmt":"2024-02-12T16:21:31","slug":"asfixierea-unei-planete","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=9751","title":{"rendered":"Asfixierea unei planete"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\" style=\"font-size:16px\">\r\np\u0103rea c\u0103 am dormit deja somnul mor\u021bii\r\nc\u00e2nd ne-am trezit\r\naveam creierele curate\r\nprin hublouri nu se mai v\u0103d galaxii cunoscute\r\nmiliarde de stele deseneaz\u0103\r\nscheme nedescoperite \u00eenc\u0103\r\nm\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam c\u0103 te pricepi la cumin\u021benie\r\nc\u0103 ai mi\u0219c\u0103rile astea calme \u00eencete \u0219i limpezi\r\nf\u0103r\u0103 echivoc aparent \r\nca de asistent\u0103 medical\u0103\r\ncare \u00ee\u021bi d\u0103 sentimentul siguran\u021bei\r\ntotul va fi bine nu o s\u0103 doar\u0103\r\nsunte\u021bi pe m\u00e2ini bune\r\nne lipeam fe\u021bele de vitrajul blindat\r\n\u00eenf\u0103\u0219ura\u021bi \u00een f\u00e2\u0219iile albe, ca de cear\u0219af\r\n\u00een care ne-am \u00eempachetat \u00eenainte de anestezie\r\ncu palmele str\u00e2nse\r\npriveam \u00eentunericul cum r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een urm\u0103\r\ncum nava ne duce spre destina\u021bie\r\ncoloniile pe care le vom \u00eentemeia, spuneam,\r\nvor avea infinite jungle \r\ncare vor pompa aer proasp\u0103t\r\nneviciat\r\nvom \u00eentemeia civiliza\u021bii noi\r\ntemple din minereuri indestructibile\r\nvor celebra pentru totdeauna\r\nlumina divin\u0103\r\nvenit\u0103 din spa\u021biu\r\npe care am cobor\u00e2t\r\ncu palmele lipite \r\niar cumin\u021benia ta, pulov\u0103rul \u0103sta violet pe g\u00e2t\r\nnu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam c\u0103-i pot afecta pe cei din jur\r\nc\u0103 pot duce la altceva dec\u00e2t la peace, love, peace, love\r\n\u00eemi creau sentimentul de siguran\u021b\u0103\r\nc\u0103 p\u0103\u0219ind pe noul t\u0103r\u00e2m\r\nunde popula\u021biile nu s-au n\u0103scut \u00eenc\u0103\r\no s\u0103 d\u0103m nume fiec\u0103rei galaxii \r\ndin partea asta necunoscut\u0103 a universului\r\nau venit \u0219i orele \u00een care\r\n\u00ee\u021bi atingeam pielea \r\nau fost zilele noastre frumoase\r\nc\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103 nu sim\u021beam \u00eengrijorare\r\nstocam \u00een memorie fiecare mi\u0219care\r\nde pe planeta asta nou\u0103  \r\nca de salpetru\r\nsuprafe\u021be transparente\r\ncerul era o hologram\u0103 cu milioane de fibre \u00een mi\u0219care\r\nfiecare alt\u0103 culoare\r\nm\u0103 \u00eentrebai care e soarele nostru\r\navea cumin\u021benia asta a ta ceva \r\nz\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u de femeie de cas\u0103, curioas\u0103\r\ncare face lucrurile a\u0219a cum trebuie \r\na\u0219a cum se cuvine\r\npoate de aia priveam desenul cerului fluid\r\nlinii albastre \u0219i galbene,\r\ntimid \r\ncorai \u0219i verde fluorescent\r\nviolet, ocru \u0219i ro\u0219u indecent\r\nm-am a\u0219ezat pe spate, \u00een nemi\u0219care\r\nte-ai a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine\r\naerul era curat, aerul era tare\r\nst\u0103team cu umerii lipi\u021bi ca dou\u0103 pietre \u00een bordur\u0103\r\nc\u0103utam pe cer soarele \u0219i tu aveai palma mic\u0103\r\naminoacizi\r\nroiuri de fluturi fluizi\r\nera acolo o vale de ytriu\r\n\u0219i am sim\u021bit cum corpul mi-a devenit str\u0103veziu\r\nal t\u0103u, \u00een dreapta mea, lumina ca o stea\r\nnu te mai mi\u0219ca, nu te mai mi\u0219ca\r\n\u00eemi venea s\u0103 strig, stai a\u0219a pentru totdeauna\r\np\u0103rul t\u0103u \u2013 milioane de firi\u0219oare catodice\r\npluteau lene\u0219-melodice\r\n\u0219i-\u021bi puteam vedea ca s\u0103ge\u021bi de laser\r\ng\u00e2ndurile flash-uri \u00een creier\r\ninima, puls\u00e2nd ro\u0219u-incandescent\r\npomp\u00e2nd s\u00e2ngele fluorescent\r\n\u0219i roze \r\nstranii osmoze\r\ninfinite capilare \r\n\u00eentr-o ciudat\u0103 asamblare\r\nsuspendate parc\u0103 sau subtil ag\u0103\u021bate\r\nde tecile fibrelor musculare curbate\r\ncumin\u021benia ta \u00eencepea deja s\u0103 aib\u0103 ceva \r\nce ie\u0219ea \u00een afara ei, ca un fel de alien\r\nadormit \u00eentr-un corp \u0219i pe care a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eel penetreze\r\ndin\u0103untru \u00eenspre \u00een afar\u0103\r\no senza\u021bie bizar\u0103\r\n\u021bi-am atins cu degetele, de-a lungul vertebrelor, pielea luminiscent\u0103\r\n\u0219i-ntr-o reac\u021bie fosforescent\u0103\r\nam v\u0103zut cum se transfer\u0103, rapid\r\nun fel de abur transparent \u0219i fluid\r\ndin mine \u00een tine\r\nsau din tine \u00een mine\r\nam tres\u0103rit am\u00e2ndoi\r\nvalea de ytriu r\u0103m\u00e2nea \u00eenapoi\r\n\u0219i noi mergeam \u00eenainte\r\nplaneta asta ciudat\u0103 \r\nne \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba propriile ei cuvinte\r\nacum c\u00e2nd stau \u0219i te privesc de departe\r\n\u00eentr-o fotografie str\u0103in\u0103 mie\r\nv\u0103d acela\u0219i contur de obraz curbat\r\n\u0219i p\u0103rul din firi\u0219oare catodice\r\nalien strig la tine, \u00eenspre ecranul device-ului dincolo de care e\u0219ti\r\nte pricepi la cumin\u021benie \u00ee\u021bi strig mai \u021bii minte\r\ndiminea\u021ba ne lipeam corpurile\r\nde aerul umed\r\nhainele adunate morman l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi\r\nrespira\u021bia ta trecea prin pielea mea\r\nm\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam \r\nc\u0103 planeta asta pulseaz\u0103 \u00een ritmul \u00een care\r\ntrec degetele peste vertebrele tale\r\nca peste clapele unui clavecin\r\np\u0103rul \u00ee\u021bi sclipe\u0219te \u0219i acum \r\n\u00eentr-o fotografie str\u0103in\u0103\r\nultramarin\r\n\u00een prima zi m-am trezit \u00eenaintea ta\r\npe cer chipul zeului era desenat \u00eenc\u0103\r\nplutind \u00een plasm\u0103 fosforescent\u0103\r\nm-am \u00eenchinat spre cele patru puncte cardinale\r\nzeul \u00ee\u0219i scutura pletele z\u00e2mbea \u0219i se topea \u00een plasm\u0103\r\ndormeai \r\ndeasupra pleoapelor \u021bi se a\u0219ezaser\u0103 dou\u0103 insecte\r\npluteau albastre ca ni\u0219te petale f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te ating\u0103\r\nla asta m\u0103 refer c\u00e2nd spun c\u0103 mi se p\u0103rea\r\nc\u0103 \u00eentreg corpul t\u0103u se pricepe la cumin\u021benie\r\n\u0219i nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 asta \u00eei poate afecta\r\npe ceilal\u021bi\r\ndesenam \u00een jurul t\u0103u\r\n\u00een praful de osmiu cu degetul\r\nunul dup\u0103 altul cercuri fosforescente\r\nr\u0103mas\u0103 \u00een centru ai \u00eenceput s\u0103 str\u0103luce\u0219ti\r\ninsectele s-au ridicat de pe pleoapele tale\r\nse roteau \u00een cercuri concentrice\r\nalbastrul le-a devenit incandescent\r\niar cercurile de osmiu au \u00eenceput\r\ns\u0103 se roteasc\u0103 \u00een sensul opus insectelor\r\nca un fuior\r\nsau poate ca o tornad\u0103\r\n\u00een care te \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urai ca un cocon\r\ncercurile alb-argintii\r\nfluturii alba\u0219tri\r\ncorpul t\u0103u ca un s\u00e2mbure\r\ns-au ridicat deasupra capului meu\r\nurm\u0103ream planeta cum se lumineaz\u0103\r\ncum corpul t\u0103u coboar\u0103 \u0219i se a\u0219az\u0103\r\npe stratul de osmiu\r\nc\u00e2nd ai deschis ochii\r\nam v\u0103zut zeul cum dansa \u00een ei\r\n\u0219i se diviza \u00een nenum\u0103ra\u021bi zei\r\nspre sear\u0103\r\nc\u00e2nd te-ai a\u0219ezat\r\ncu cumin\u021benia ta l\u00e2ng\u0103 perete\r\nca l\u00e2ng\u0103 un menhir\r\neu m-am \u00een\u0103l\u021bat pe v\u00e2rful degetelor de la picioare\r\ndeasupra capului t\u0103u\r\n\u00een piatra de holmiu, str\u0103lucitoare\r\nam scris cu degetul, aproape f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 respir,\r\ncu ap\u0103 \u0219i pudr\u0103 de piatr\u0103\r\no od\u0103 idolatr\u0103\r\npentru planeta cerurilor noi\r\naici ne-am odihnit, aici ne-am num\u0103rat de la unu la doi \r\nziua cu num\u0103rul \u0219apte apoi sau o sut\u0103\r\nc\u00e2nd te-ai trezit prima\r\nam deschis ochii\r\n\u0219i am crezut c\u0103 pleci\r\nc\u0103 o iei \u00eenainte spre ceva ne\u0219tiut\r\nm-am ridicat \u00eentr-o r\u00e2n\u0103\r\nla \u00eenceput\r\nprivind mi\u0219carea ta, de felin\u0103\r\ncerul avea o culoare curat\u0103\r\n\u0219i marginea spre orizont curbat\u0103\r\nam strigat c\u0103tre tine:\r\n\u201eaceasta este o stea c\u0103z\u0103toare\u201d\r\n\u0219i \u021bi-am ar\u0103tat o frunz\u0103, pe care o luasem \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103\r\nte-ai \u00eentors cu chipul \u0219i-ai zis:\r\n\u201enu, e o cas\u0103 cu acoperi\u0219ul de l\u00e2n\u0103\u201d\r\nam luat \u00eentre degete o piatr\u0103 albastr\u0103\r\n\u0219i-am zis:\r\n\u201eaceasta este o floare \u00een glastr\u0103\u201d\r\nte-ai uitat la ea \u0219i-ai z\u00e2mbit:\r\n\u201enu, este un urcior de cristal, ciobit\u201d\r\napoi ai luat tu, dintr-un copac, o poam\u0103\r\nai zis:\r\n\u201eacesta este un coif de aram\u0103\u201d\r\nm-am uitat atent \u0219i te-am contrazis:\r\n\u201ede fapt, e o istorie \u00een manuscris\u201d\r\nai dat din cap, nici nu, nici da\r\nne-am uitat am\u00e2ndoi spre forma de l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi\r\n\u0219i-am rostit am\u00e2ndoi\r\n\u201eacesta este un labirint\u201d\r\ntu ai zis: \u201enu te mint\u201d\r\neu am zis: \u201enu te mint\u201d\r\nam pus nume apoi\r\nfiec\u0103rei forme noi\r\npe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce p\u0103\u0219eam spre valea de samariu\r\norizontul curbat l-am numit sidefiu\r\ncuvintele s-au urm\u0103rit apoi\r\nunele pe altele, \u00een galop\r\nzilele s-au \u00eenghesuit tot mai pripit\r\niar ast\u0103zi\r\n\u00eenc\u0103 mi-e dor de corpul t\u0103u \r\nam \u00eenceput s\u0103 uit\r\ncelelalte lucruri care contau\r\nmodul \u00een care \u00ee\u021bi era aplecat capul\r\nc\u00e2nd st\u0103teai cu mine la aceea\u0219i mas\u0103, citind\r\n\u00een timp ce eu lucram la laptop\r\np\u0103rul c\u0103zut peste obraz\r\n\u0219i gestul prin care \u021bi-l duceai\r\ndin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd dup\u0103 ureche\r\nderularea paginilor dup\u0103 un ritual branduit\r\nz\u00e2mbetul \r\ncu buzele u\u0219or \u00eentredeschise \r\njum\u0103tate candoare\r\njum\u0103tate sex\r\nchinul degetelor \r\nc\u00e2nd se \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nau s\u0103 m\u0103 imite\r\n\u00eenv\u00e2rtind tutunul \u00een foi\u021ba de \u021bigar\u0103 \r\n\u0219i cedarea ta c\u00e2nd preluam eu procesul\r\nprivirea prin ochelari\r\ncurioas\u0103 u\u0219or disimulant\u0103 fals ne\u0219tiutoare\r\n\u0219i celelalte lucruri\r\ncele care \u021bin de cumin\u021benia ta\r\nde pulov\u0103rul t\u0103u violet\r\nam g\u0103sit un bilet \u00eentr-o t\u0103vi\u021b\u0103 din living\r\no jum\u0103tate de foaie de matematic\u0103 \r\nscris pe p\u0103tr\u0103\u021bele \r\nprintre alte facturi \u0219i nimicuri\r\n\u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc pentru cin\u0103\r\npentru seara cu lectur\u0103 \r\n\u0219i pentru boom shakala\r\no clip\u0103 n-am \u0219tiut cine-mi vorbea\r\napoi am auzit \u00een memorie intona\u021bia tonalitatea accentul \r\nboom shakala\r\n\u0219i toate astea \u00eencep s\u0103 dispar\u0103\r\no planet\u0103 tot mai pustie iese din galaxie\r\nprintr-o lent\u0103 asfixie\r\nintr\u0103 \u00eentr-o gaur\u0103 neagr\u0103, greoi\r\ncorpul t\u0103u \u00eenc\u0103 mai r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te pe ea\r\nca un strigoi\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poem de Horia 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