{"id":17016,"date":"2022-01-17T13:03:09","date_gmt":"2022-01-17T10:03:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17016"},"modified":"2022-01-17T13:06:03","modified_gmt":"2022-01-17T10:06:03","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-44-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17016","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 44 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nicolai T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

atingerea<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca de obicei
\neram \u00een discu\u0163ie cu poemul
\ndintr-un ungher priveam lumea
\nprofitam am\u00e2ndoi de semiobscuritate<\/p>\n

apartenen\u0163ele nu aveau claritate
\n\u015fi nu \u015ftiam dac\u0103 ungherul era
\nal meu sau al lui
\nexisten\u0163a lui era important\u0103<\/p>\n

aici, dup\u0103 cum spuneam,
\nm\u0103 aflam cu poemul
\n\u00eentr-o discu\u0163ie tandr\u0103<\/p>\n

amici\u0163ia ne permitea chiar
\nun grad minim de vulgaritate \u2013
\npiele cu piele se atingea
\ncu sfial\u0103 se \u00eengem\u0103nau
\nacoperind aceea\u015fi carne
\nirigat\u0103 de acela\u015fi s\u00e2nge
\n\u00een unduiri, \u00een m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri\u2026<\/p>\n


\naceea\u015fi geologie<\/strong><\/p>\n

am constatat c\u0103
\ndimensiunile acestui poem
\ncu plecare din acela\u015fi punct
\nsunt egale \u00een toate direc\u0163iile:<\/p>\n

… ieri am fost \u00eentr-un palat de piatr\u0103
\n\u015fi istoria m-a contopit \u00een m\u0103re\u0163ie<\/p>\n

… azi retr\u0103iesc momentul
\n\u00een palatul rotunjit al bobului de nisip
\nrostogolit pe h\u00e2rtia de scris<\/p>\n


\nCostel STANCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

O alt\u0103 iarn\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Prive\u0219ti albul h\u00eertiei
\nel se ridic\u0103, spore\u0219te ca spuma
\nlaptelui \u00een fierbere cur\u00eend
\nva trece de cap\u0103tul creionului,
\nde umeri, de cre\u0219tet\u2026
\nte va \u00eeneca ori te va hr\u0103ni
\ndepinde c\u00eet de repede vei scrie
\ncuv\u00eentul care \u00eenc\u0103 nu exist\u0103
\ninventeaz\u0103-l hai inventeaz\u0103-l, \u00ee\u021bi strig
\n\u021bie nu \u00ee\u021bi pas\u0103 deznozi o e\u0219arf\u0103
\nalb\u0103 te pierzi \u00een ea ca \u00een iernile
\ncopil\u0103riei c\u00eend desenai pe z\u0103pad\u0103
\ncu degetul de c\u0103rbune \u00eencins!<\/p>\n


\nAmintire <\/strong><\/p>\n

Demult,
\neram o cas\u0103 cu u\u0219ile
\n\u0219i ferestrele deschise.
\nInima mea
\n– valet t\u00een\u0103r \u0219i credincios \u2013
\nte \u00eembia s\u0103 intri s\u0103 intri.
\nErau muzici acolo,
\ndansam zi \u0219i noapte,
\nretr\u0103iam amintirile unui vin
\nde acum o sut\u0103 de ani.
\n\u00ce\u021bi aminte\u0219ti?
\nNu ne temeam de nimic,
\ncu at\u00eet mai u\u021bin de moarte.
\n– moarte e \u0219i \u00een urma
\nnasului de copil
\npe geamul aburit
\nc\u00eend se minuneaz\u0103
\nde \u00eent\u00eeia ninsoare,
\n\u00ee\u021bi spuneam.
\nTu t\u0103ceai. Dansam, dansam.
\nSoarele devenise elastic.
\nT\u0103lpile tale \u00eenc\u0103lzeau luna.<\/p>\n

Apoi a trecut timpul.<\/p>\n

Acum te a\u0219tept \u00een zadar.
\nO gr\u0103mad\u0103 de pietre albe
\ncu care nu mai construie\u0219te nimeni.<\/p>\n


\nIluminare <\/strong><\/p>\n

Venea la mine cu umbletu-i
\nrar. Luna \u00eei ascundea goliciunea
\n\u00een cel din urm\u0103 p\u0103trar.
\nCuvintele, alt\u0103dat\u0103 \u00eentregi,
\nse pref\u0103ceau \u00een sfielnice \u0219oapte,
\na\u0219 fi mu\u0219cat din m\u0103r dar \u00eenc\u0103 nu
\nschimbasem din\u021bii de lapte. O
\nprimeam \u00een\u0103untru-mi, nu \u0219tiam
\nde-i devreme ori prea t\u00eerziu. Sim\u021beam
\nc\u0103 a fost cu mult \u00eenainte
\ns\u0103 fiu. La marginea lumii, nu \u00een\u021belegeam
\ncine e, cine s\u00eent. Parc\u0103 priveam
\nprin gaura de cheie s unui,
\nproasp\u0103t, morm\u00eent. \u0218i tot c\u0103ut\u00eend,
\n\u00eemprejur, pentru toate r\u0103spuns,
\nde soare m-am sim\u021bit,
\npe de-a-ntregul, p\u0103truns!<\/p>\n


\nAlb <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00eend am v\u0103zut \u00eent\u00eeia ninsoare m-am speriat.
\nO zi \u00eentreag\u0103 am pl\u00eens, credeam c\u0103 explodaser\u0103
\n\u021b\u00ee\u021bele pline cu lapte ale mamei!
\nDe atunci, c\u00eend ninge, r\u0103m\u00een indiferent.
\nIernile \u00eemi par pufoase \u0219i inutile
\nca ni\u0219te m\u0103tu\u0219i din provincie.
\nA\u0219 vrea, m\u0103car o dat\u0103, s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc \u0219i eu
\nfericirea orbului pe o p\u00eertie necunoscut\u0103;
\nslalomul s\u0103u perfect, minu\u021bios desenat
\nasemenea caligramelor pe bobul de orez.
\nOri desprinderea patinatoarei de lac,
\nzborul ei total, \u00een aplauzele publicului,
\npeste pojghi\u021ba mereu, mereu prea sub\u021bire.
\nC\u00eet\u0103 voluptate a vie\u021bii \u0219i a mor\u021bii deopotriv\u0103,
\n\u00een timp ce eu stau la fereastr\u0103 \u0219i privesc uimit
\ncum un copil \u00ee\u0219i face, din z\u0103pad\u0103, o luntre!<\/p>\n


\nEu, Cel\u0103lalt <\/strong><\/p>\n

Seara, dup\u0103 ce se a\u0219eaz\u0103 oftatul \u00een piept
\n\u0219i ochii pisicilor se fac mari, \u00eencepe s\u0103-mi fie
\ndor de mine, Cel\u0103lalt, ca de un str\u0103in
\nasupra c\u0103ruia \u2013 vai! \u2013 ori de c\u00eete ori
\nse apropie, asmut c\u00eeinii. Nu mai \u00een\u021beleg nimic.
\nVia\u021ba \u2013 o plimbare
\npe picioroange inegale. Nu, n-am \u00eennebunit.
\nUneori, tr\u0103iesc \u00een trecut, aidoma
\nunui b\u0103tr\u00een lup de mare ce plute\u0219te, resemnat,
\npe amintirea, din ce \u00een ce mai palpabil\u0103,
\na fostei sale cor\u0103bii. Totul m\u0103 nelini\u0219te\u0219te.
\nDoar moartea mi-e sor\u0103 de lapte!
\n\u00cei \u00eembl\u00eenzim \u00eempreun\u0103 furia.
\nApoi ne desp\u0103r\u021bim un timp,
\neu r\u0103m\u00een singur \u2013 o realitate
\nstrecurat\u0103, brutal, \u00een apele visului.
\nSe apropie diminea\u021ba,
\nc\u00eentecul zorn\u0103ie \u00een coco\u0219i.
\nMor. M\u0103 reg\u0103sesc pe mine, Cel\u0103lalt.<\/p>\n


\nAmintire <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eS\u0103 nu ne temem\u201d striga nebunul
\n(\u00een\u021beleptul?) ora\u0219ului. Ie\u0219i\u021bi din case!
\nNu l\u0103sa\u021bi sufletele s\u0103 tremure \u00een voi
\nca monedele false din cutia milei.\u201d
\nB\u0103rbatul sta \u00een mijlocul pie\u021bei,
\nsem\u0103na cu o imens\u0103 catapult\u0103
\nce azv\u00eerlea firimituri de p\u00eeine
\n\u00een zidurile \u00eenchisorii.
\n\u201eDeschide\u021bi m\u0103car ferestrele!
\nNu auzi\u021bi? \u00cen ou e ora de muzic\u0103.
\nUrmeaz\u0103 ora de zbor, ora de v\u00een\u0103toare a
\npisicilor\u2026\u201d
\nNici un r\u0103spuns. \u00cen t\u0103cerea oamenilor se
\namesteca \u0219tiutul cu ne\u0219tiutul. Au hot\u0103r\u00eet
\ns\u0103 a\u0219tepte, s\u0103 fie siguri de rotynjimea zilei.
\nT\u00eerziu, a r\u0103s\u0103rit un soare amnezic.
\nLumea s-a repezit \u00een pia\u021b\u0103.
\nH\u0103rm\u0103laie, mirosuri,
\noratori\u2026
\nNebunul (\u00een\u021beleptul?) ora\u0219ului \u0219i-a pus
\n\u00een buzunar, cu grij\u0103, oul \u0219i s-a f\u0103cut nev\u0103zut.
\nVenise ora de v\u00een\u0103toare a pisicilor\u2026<\/p>\n


\nEa <\/strong><\/p>\n

ea se t\u0103v\u0103le\u0219te \u00een p\u0103ru-i lung
\nca o c\u0103\u021bea ud\u0103 \u00een praful drumului
\nvreau s\u0103-l tai
\ns\u0103-\u0219i piard\u0103 puterea
\ns\u0103 o pot p\u0103r\u0103si
\ns\u0103 r\u0103m\u00een\u0103 singur\u0103 \u0219i neputincioas\u0103
\nsub talpa de sclav\u0103 fugar\u0103 a lunii
\ndar n-am sc\u0103pare n-am sc\u0103pare
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103zbun aprind focul
\nea r\u00eede se t\u0103v\u0103le\u0219te nep\u0103s\u0103toare \u00een p\u0103ru-i lung
\n\u00eenmul\u021bit de fl\u0103c\u0103ri, disperat apuc de coad\u0103
\nlinia de \u0219arpe a orizontului \u0219i o izbesc
\nde p\u0103m\u00eent s\u0103 poat\u0103 intra nestingherit
\nv\u00eentul din alt\u0103 lume zadarnic nu
\nse pornesc dec\u00eet morile t\u00eerziu
\n\u00een\u021beleg libertatea mea
\ne \u00een floarea din p\u0103rul femeii
\ntrebuie s\u0103 a\u0219tept s\u0103 adoarm\u0103<\/p>\n


\nMica apocalips\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

curge vinul, punem vi\u021belul cel gras
\nla pro\u021bap. nimeni nu \u00ee\u0219i mai toarn\u0103
\ncenu\u0219\u0103 \u00een cap. ne iubim f\u0103r\u0103 noim\u0103
\napocaliptic \u0219i la\u0219. soarele \u0219i luna r\u0103sar
\n\u00eempreun\u0103 peste ora\u0219. zadarnic
\ncel plecat \u00een ceruri vrea s\u0103-l ocroteasc\u0103
\npe cel r\u0103mas. e ca \u0219i cum \u00een buzunarul
\nsurdului ar tic\u0103i un ceas. timpul
\nsie\u0219i r\u0103bdarea nu-\u0219i mai \u00eendur\u0103.
\nclipa plesne\u0219te \u2013 inim\u0103 de cal
\nalergat peste m\u0103sur\u0103. se rupe
\nosia lumii. m\u00eena se desprinde
\ndin cui. uneori, omul se na\u0219te al tuturor
\n\u0219i moare al nim\u0103nui.<\/p>\n


\nRug\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Arat\u0103-m\u0103 pe mine mie, Doamne,
\ns\u0103 sf\u00eer\u0219esc r\u0103t\u0103cirea! F\u0103-m\u0103 firimitur\u0103
\nde p\u00eeine muiat\u0103 \u00een vin,
\ns\u0103 nu-mi mai pierd firea.
\nIa-m\u0103 \u00eencet de unde
\ndulcea desf\u0103tare m\u0103 duce.
\nBeau \u0219i r\u00eed la mas\u0103 cu semenii,
\ndar \u00een suflet, mereu, \u00eemi fac cruce.
\nE ziua judec\u0103\u021bii. Cuv\u00eentul m\u0103 \u00eempinge
\ncu aceea\u0219i putere, \u00een sus \u0219i \u00een jos.
\nOare nu el a \u00eencremenit apa
\nsub t\u0103lpile lui Hristos?
\nArat\u0103-m\u0103 pe mine, mie, Doamne,
\ncum vin \u00eenspre tine \u00een genunchi
\n\u0219i pe coate. De voi ajunge altundeva,
\nochii mi-i scoate. Apoi \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103-m\u0103
\npe mine mie, cel orb. S\u0103 m\u0103 recunosc
\n\u00een cel\u0103lalt \u0219i s\u0103 sorb
\nzeama din fructul uria\u0219
\nal gr\u0103dinii. Ce altceva pot fi,
\ndac\u0103 nu p\u0103zitor al luminii?<\/p>\n


\nCristina \u015eTEFAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

elegia cerului<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu am timp,
\ncerule, sabbathule!
\neste ap\u0103 aromat\u0103-n c\u0103delni\u0163i
\n\u015fi-a\u015f fi zburat cerule,
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntean a\u015f fi zburat
\nprin p\u0103duri toamna
\ns\u0103-mi julesc aripile-n frunze
\nrumenite de tine
\nprin c\u00e2mpii a\u015f fi zburat,
\nmulse c\u00e2mpiile-n laptele mamei
\ns\u0103-mi sting suptul
\nde iubire a vie\u0163ii<\/p>\n

nu am timp!
\npe dealuri, cerule, sabbathule,
\nm-a\u015f fi descotorosit de buruieni
\n\u015fi goal\u0103 de minciun\u0103
\nmi-a\u015f fi sf\u00e2\u015fiat t\u0103lpile
\n\u00een pietre
\n\u00een lut
\nca-n fierul
\n\u00eengropatei \u0163arini Cannan<\/p>\n

nu am timp
\nnici de parte femeiasc\u0103,
\npartea care te c\u00e2nt\u0103, cerule,
\n\u00een cheia ta sideral\u0103,
\nsabbathul nop\u0163ilor de august r\u0103v\u0103\u015fitor<\/p>\n

nu mi-ai dat timp
\nmi-ai dat doar o seam\u0103 de aripi
\ns\u0103 le zbat
\n\u00een v\u00e2ntul de r\u0103s\u0103rit
\ndar \u00ee\u0163i spun
\nc\u0103 am tr\u0103it 205 ani ca Seth
\n\u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 1000 de ani singuri
\nca Adam \u015fi fiii lui la un loc
\nnumai pentru
\na-mi \u00eempietri zborul la pomul vie\u0163ii
\n\u015fi e albastru cerule, sabbathule!<\/p>\n


\nElegie din Auschwitz<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu m\u0103 pierd
\nsigur e un r\u0103spuns
\nla poezia cu gardul de s\u00e2rm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103
\n\u00eei spusesem c\u0103 o am \u00een minte
\nsau \u00een bra\u0163ul st\u00e2ng dureros
\nde aceea nu \u015ftiu cum am ajuns aici
\ne un soi de sta\u0163ie dar nu de benzin\u0103
\npentru c\u0103 pot s\u0103 v\u0103d \u00eenapoi \u015fi \u00eenainte
\ndincolo de oameni
\nnu \u015ftiu nici de ce ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit cu ei
\n\u00eemi vine s\u0103-i urc pe mormanul de z\u0103pad\u0103
\n\u015fi s\u0103 le dau v\u00e2nt \u00een lun\u0103
\nnumai s\u0103 scap de scuipatul lor c\u00e2nd vorbesc
\n\u015fi de plecarea ta
\no v\u0103d \u00eencep\u00e2nd
\ncum to\u0163i coboar\u0103 lut\u0103ria
\n\u015fi apoi merg \u00een \u015fir
\nprintre buruieni
\nc\u00e2t ei de \u00eenalte
\ndespic\u0103 poteca \u015fi tu e\u015fti prima
\nde unde nu te mai v\u0103d la ora trei din noapte
\nai fruntea-n p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u015fi g\u00e2ndul obsedant s\u0103 te-ntorci brusc din drum
\n\u015fi s\u0103 le dai c\u00e2te un pumn mare \u00een fa\u0163\u0103
\nasta pentru c\u0103 e un soi de orientare turistic\u0103
\ndar numai tu \u015ftii s\u0103 ajungi la baobab<\/p>\n

\u00eemi bate inima ca \u00eentr-un solo
\ndin Knocking on heaven\u2018s door
\n\u015fi \u0163i-am promis s\u0103 nu mai scriu
\ndec\u00e2t c\u00e2nd url\u0103 aruncarea
\nam mai promis s\u0103 \u00eenjur o singur\u0103 dat\u0103 \u00een via\u0163\u0103
\n\u00eentr-un loc remarcabil
\n\u015fi se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 s\u0103-l fi g\u0103sit aici
\npr\u0103pastia asta auschwitzian\u0103
\nunde nu cre\u015fte iarba la mal
\n\u015fi pr\u0103zile str\u00e2nse mi\u015fele\u015fte
\ns-au \u00eentre\u0163esut
\n\u00een timp ce eu i\u0163eam g\u00e2tul dup\u0103 tine
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la gardul de s\u00e2rm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103
\narto, tu-s col\u0163ii m\u0103-tii de javr\u0103
\n\u0163i-am cules urletul cerului
\n\u015fi mi-a r\u0103mas stigmatul \u00een cinci col\u0163uri
\nal gardului de fier desfr\u00e2nat, arto!
\nl-a netezit, l-a netezit vrabia
\nba fluturele
\nba p\u0103ianjenii
\nl-au r\u0103t\u0103cit prin altare despuiate
\nst\u00e2rnind guri dibace
\nca un r\u00e2s de fat\u0103 sprin\u0163ar\u0103
\nsusur dulce \u00eentre chiparo\u015fii funebri
\neu am r\u0103mas \u00een \u00eempu\u0163ita asta de sta\u0163ie
\n\u015fi nu e de benzin\u0103
\ne de timp
\npentru c\u0103 v\u0103d \u015fi-napoi ghimpii din carne
\nnu mai au veleit\u0103\u0163i de holocaust
\ncu m\u0103dularele v\u0103p\u0103i le-am ars
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n mor\u0163ii neamului iudaic
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n z\u0103ng\u0103nitul
\ntrudei lui Dis Pater le-am ars!
\nnu te-ai \u00eentors,
\nte-au trimis la baobab
\noase orfane de umbr\u0103, arto,
\ngazul luminii galbene
\n\u015fi copilul de-a bu\u015filea
\nling\u00e2nd noroiul s\u00e2ngelui
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 alt gard de s\u00e2rm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103
\na\u015fa mi \u2013a venit \u00eenconjurare delicat\u0103 \u015fi nori, arto
\nsunt Fortunata \u015fi-mi dau \u00een petec de vers
\ndesignul e absolut,
\npas\u0103rea alb\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nG\u00e2nduri \u00een decembrie<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een clipa aceea am v\u0103zut prin tine
\nca printr-o plasm\u0103 sensibil\u0103
\nmoale \u015fi tres\u0103rit\u0103
\nnu avea r\u0103bdare \u015fi culmea! devenise albastr\u0103
\nam g\u00e2ndit t\u00e2rziu
\ndoar p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci
\nnu uitam niciodat\u0103
\ns\u0103 fac pachetele cu merinde.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

pe \u00eendelete mi-am imaginat
\nc\u0103 exista locul t\u0103u unic
\n\u00een care fiind decor
\nam dreptul la fericire
\nca un grilaj \u00een confesional
\nprin auz, c\u0103l\u0103torule necunoscut!<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

ochii poeziei str\u0103v\u0103d
\niubirea \u015fi ura
\ndac\u0103 ar putea enun\u0163a
\nar luci vitrinele
\nde s\u0103rut\u0103ri \u015fi obuze.
\ndeci era o sear\u0103 de iarn\u0103
\n\u015fi-\u0163i p\u0103stram cald\u0103 pl\u0103cinta cu dovleac.
\ntu v\u00e2nai iepuri.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

memoria mea \u015fi-a s\u0103rit din cheutori
\nnu are locuri, are doar umbre
\nde copii de mame \u015fi de ei
\n\u0163in minte numai sentimente<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

mi-ai spus c\u0103-mi e\u015fti scar\u0103
\nde urcare pe zid
\n\u015fi de acolo de sus s\u0103-\u0163i descriu ce v\u0103d dincolo
\nasta ca s\u0103 verifici c\u00e2t de deplin m\u0103 crezi,
\nDoamne, Dumnezeul meu!<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

bunica: orice r\u0103u e cu binele lui!
\navea dreptate.
\ndac\u0103-mi fac r\u0103ul de a m\u0103 citi de-a-ndoaselea
\nm\u0103 \u00eentorc la \u00eengeri.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

locul t\u0103u avea pu\u0163ine cuvinte
\nsunete \u015fi mai pu\u0163ine
\n\u00eentre culorile pastelate nu distingeam
\ntoate b\u0103teau \u00een cer
\ntoate m\u0103 dizolvau
\nca pe un abajur fiert de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

eu scriu ca s\u0103-mi enervez destinul
\n\u015fi s\u0103 lase din mine numai ce nu e scris<\/p>\n


\nDiana Dobri\u021ba B\u00c2LEA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

coapse penelope<\/strong><\/p>\n

arunc\u0103-mi drumul \u00eentr-o joac\u0103 de fluturi
\nvoi crede c\u0103 pot s\u0103 zbor cu genunchii pe deasupra triste\u021bii
\n\u0219i ia-mi golul de pe umerii m\u00e2inii
\nvoi \u00een\u0103l\u021ba clipa dintre noimele fecioarelor vrednice
\ncu candele \u00eenfipte piezi\u0219
\n\u00een coapse penelope<\/p>\n

ora\u0219ul d\u0103 buzna cu t\u0103ceri de beton
\neu tr\u0103iesc \u00een driade
\np\u0103duri de dor te fo\u0219nesc sub clavicule<\/p>\n

n-am \u0219tiut c\u00e2nd s-a f\u0103cut \u00eemp\u0103r\u021birea inimii tale
\nera miezul nop\u021bii \u0219i te visam deja a doua oar\u0103
\nsub salcia st\u00e2ng\u0103 a Dun\u0103rii
\ntoate femeile neiubite au prins c\u00e2te un petic
\n\u0219i te-au f\u0103cut fericit
\nmon amour<\/p>\n


\nacest c\u00e2ntec de dor<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-e clip\u0103 de tine
\nvisul acut \u0219i greu ca o ploaie de var\u0103 stinge zarea
\n\u0219i \u00eemi aprinde pe trup bra\u021bele tale de dragoste<\/p>\n

mi-e strig\u0103t de tine
\ncete de poeme zv\u00e2cnesc din el
\n\u0219i urc\u0103 \u00een amvoane
\nvenusiene<\/p>\n

mi-e curcubeu \u00eentre noi
\n\u00eemi p\u0103strezi buzele \u00een palma dreapt\u0103
\n\u0219i-mi faci senin \u00een potirul din care te beau
\npu\u021bin c\u00e2te pu\u021bin
\ntoate ondinele Dun\u0103rii se prefac \u00een mine<\/p>\n

femeile au acest c\u00e2ntec pe buze uneori
\nt\u00e2nguit la umbra p\u0103s\u0103rilor
\namestecat cu cerul \u00eentr-o unic\u0103 izbucnire de dor<\/p>\n


\nc\u0103rare de mir<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 a\u0219ez l\u00e2ng\u0103 visul t\u0103u
\nodat\u0103 cu primii zori ai inimii
\ntu \u00ee\u021bi dai \u00eentr-o parte \u0219i-n alta anii petrecu\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 mine
\ns\u0103-mi faci c\u0103rare de mir<\/p>\n

m\u0103 adii peste buzele tale
\ndin plete p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncul t\u0103lpilor
\n\u0219i pielea mea de liliac s\u0103lbatic \u021bi-aprinde contur<\/p>\n

m\u0103 respiri dinl\u0103untru spre lun\u0103
\nte continuu prin suflet \u00een sus<\/p>\n

suntem unul \u0219i acela\u0219i um\u0103r
\naceea\u0219i coaps\u0103 iubit\u0103
\nglezna dulce bucur\u0103 fluviul din cer<\/p>\n


\ncear\u0103 calin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

inima ta at\u00e2rna de un fir
\nc\u0103zut pe buzele mele din geana licornei
\nprim\u0103vara trezea toate femeile
\nadunate \u00een mine<\/p>\n

s\u0103rutul a fulgerat \u00een miezul dulce al cerului
\na trosnit din \u00eencheieturile tinere ale lunii
\n\u0219i n-a mai ajuns pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

timpul st\u0103 la poart\u0103
\nd\u0103 bine\u021be t\u0103cerii \u0219i scrie
\ns\u0103 nu uite Raiul ce mult ne-am iubit<\/p>\n

e cear\u0103 calin\u0103 pe trecerea pajurii
\nsunt aripi de sare pe c\u00e2nd
\ninima mea at\u00e2rn\u0103 de un fir
\nc\u0103zut pe buzele tale din geana licornei<\/p>\n


\nf\u0103-m\u0103 ev\u0103 din tine<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103-m\u0103 dinl\u0103untrul fiin\u021bei tale
\ndin toate puterile
\ndin genunchii t\u0103i din venele tale din suspin
\nde peste soart\u0103 s\u0103rut\u0103-m\u0103 cu buzele arse<\/p>\n

descul\u021b \u00eemi la\u0219i cire\u0219e \u00een roua oglinzii
\n\u0219i \u00eenflore\u0219ti luceaf\u0103rul cu pa\u0219i de dragoste
\nat\u00e2t de mari \u0219i de grei
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t nu observi c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2i numele pe albul z\u0103pezii<\/p>\n

cunoa\u0219te-m\u0103 un pic mai bine
\ntr\u0103ie\u0219te-m\u0103 pe mine
\nexist\u0103-m\u0103
\n\u00eemplete\u0219te-mi inima cu b\u0103t\u0103ile iubirii tale
\nf\u0103-m\u0103 ev\u0103 din tine<\/p>\n


\nla \u00eenceput ai fost iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n

la \u00eenceput ai fost iubire
\n\u0219i fiindc\u0103 nimeni nu era fericit te-ai fr\u00e2nt \u00een dou\u0103<\/p>\n

eu calc linia continu\u0103 a coastei
\ndin departele dorului
\ndoar a\u0219a clipa se sparge-n poeme
\ne mai frig pe partea evic\u0103
\nmai \u00eendelungi pletele mele n\u0103zuindu-te
\n\u0219i niciun arbore nu-i
\ns\u0103 sf\u00e2\u0219ie cu o prim\u0103var\u0103
\nmersul \u00een gol
\ninima mea
\nmon amour<\/p>\n


\npe firul abrupt al speran\u021bei <\/strong><\/p>\n

prin iubirea mea treci tu
\n\u00ee\u021bi dezbraci aripile \u0219i \u00eenve\u021bi s\u0103 mergi ca mine
\npe firul abrupt al speran\u021bei
\n\u00ee\u021bi scufunzi sufletul prin t\u0103cerile mele de dragoste
\ndespletite \u00een r\u00e2uri ce ard \u0219i nu curg mai departe
\nm\u0103 s\u0103ru\u021bi pre\u021b de-o lacrim\u0103<\/p>\n

spui lumea e mai bogat\u0103 cu o iubire frumoas\u0103
\n\u0219i umerii goi de m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri \u00eemi \u00eenfloresc
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la soarele ce-\u0219i prelunge\u0219te razele prin genele tale
\ndoar a\u0219a ne privim \u00een ochi
\ncu at\u00e2ta iubire
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t norii pornesc s\u0103 se str\u00e2ng\u0103 lacomi \u00eentre bra\u021bele noastre<\/p>\n

s\u0103desc un cire\u0219 la mine \u00een palm\u0103
\nliniile ei rostogolite \u00een alb
\nurc\u0103 pe fl\u0103c\u0103ri astrale s\u0103 limpezeasc\u0103
\nun cuib<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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