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Camelia Manuela SAVA<\/strong>
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Gheorghe Andrei Neagu: ,,ar\u015fi\u0163a din ploi\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetul vr\u00e2ncean Gheorghe Andrei Neagu, c\u0103ci \u00eemi place s\u0103 spun despre domnia sa c\u0103 este unul dintre cei mai \u00eenzestra\u0163i poe\u0163i contemporani din arealul Moldovei de sud, de\u015fi este \u015fi un prozator cu mult talent \u015fi o oper\u0103 consistent\u0103 \u00een acest sens, este fericit pentru \u00eenc\u0103 un motiv: apari\u0163ia la Editura TipoMoldova, \u00een colec\u0163ia Opera Omnia – Poezie contemporan\u0103, Ia\u015fi, 2011, a volumului de versuri \u201ear\u015fi\u0163a din ploi\u201d, reprezent\u00e2nd un regal de poeme din volumul anterior \u201eLacrima iubirii\u201d (Editura Rawex Coms, Bucure\u015fti, 2010), precum \u015fi capodopera sa, \u201eNunta neagr\u0103\u201d, (poem tradus \u00een mai multe limbi: englez\u0103, spaniol\u0103, francez\u0103, rus\u0103, italian\u0103 \u015fi ap\u0103rut la Editura Valman, 2010), dar \u015fi alte c\u00e2teva zeci de poezii noi care se alc\u0103tuiesc \u00eentr-un tot liric, d\u00e2ndu-ne de veste despre cine este \u015fi ce simte Poetul.
\nMetafora ne \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 din primul poem, invit\u00e2ndu-ne \u00eentr-un univers liric ce se creeaz\u0103 \u015fi se re-creeaz\u0103 \u00een permanen\u0163\u0103 prin propriile energii pozitive, ce ni se transmit \u015fi nou\u0103, cititorilor. Astfel, metafora luminii nu e departe de avea conota\u0163ia blagian\u0103 \u015fi, de\u015fi poetul nu mai este la v\u00e2rsta primilor fiori ai iubirii, ci urc\u0103 \u00eentr-o etap\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u201esperan\u0163a-nflore\u015fte pe ram,\/ dorin\u0163a tresare-n gr\u0103din\u0103\u201d, putem lesne s\u0103 ghicim c\u0103 \u201etaina aceasta-nflorit\u0103\u201d e o iubire prim\u0103v\u0103ratic\u0103 de care eul liric se \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fe\u015fte, \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015findu-ne la r\u00e2ndu-ne din ea, chiar dac\u0103 se simte \u201e\u00een\u015felat,\/ De-at\u00e2ta lumin\u0103 cernit\u0103\u201d. Ambiguitatea oximoronului lumin\u0103-\u00eentuneric (\u201elumin\u0103 cernit\u0103\u201d) – ca \u015fi cel din titlul volumului \u201ear\u015fi\u0163a din ploi\u201d – ne las\u0103 pe noi s\u0103-i pip\u0103im sensurile bogate \u015fi variate: lumina este umbrit\u0103, cernit\u0103 de grija\/ de frica, mai bine spus, de a nu fi \u00een\u015felat de timpul neiert\u0103tor, dar totu\u015fi ea semnific\u0103 purificarea prin iubire, lumina este iubirea.
\n\u00cen poemul \u201eNimeni\u201d se \u00eembin\u0103 la fel, \u00een aceea\u015fi tonalitate dubl\u0103, pe de o parte solemn\u0103, pe de alt\u0103 parte ludic\u0103, no\u0163iuni f\u0103\u0163i\u015f opuse: iad\/rai, m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind\/t\u0103ind. Seria de \u00eentreb\u0103ri retorice din poemul mai sus-pomenit (\u201dCine zboar\u0103\/ S\u0103-\u0163i alunge grijile,\/ C-o arip\u0103 \u00een spinare\/ \u015ei alta la picioare?…\u201d), adresate fiin\u0163ei iubite (ce-ar putea tot a\u015fa de bine s\u0103 fie autoadresate) \u00ee\u015fi schimb\u0103 \u0163inta, devenind cu siguran\u0163\u0103 propriul eu: \u201eCu cine-mi \u00eenflore\u015fte timpul\/ C\u00e2nd universul moare trist \u00een mine?\/ Cu cine s\u0103-mi usuc de ploi\/ durerea g\u00e2ndului \u00een doi?\u201d (\u201eMarea de cuvinte\u201d).
\nEsen\u0163a vie\u0163ii, copacul ca simbol al eternei tinere\u0163i, este acum \u201ecopacul cu verdele-n bern\u0103\u201d (\u201eRuga de toamn\u0103\u201d), cauza fiind una exterioar\u0103: sosirea toamnei-metafor\u0103 pentru o v\u00e2rst\u0103, pentru o nou\u0103 cruce pe care poetul o recunoa\u015fte cinstit \u015fi \u015fi-o asum\u0103. Schimbarea nu se face chiar cu u\u015furin\u0163\u0103, frigul e un alt semn al trecerii timpului, via\u0163a fiind privit\u0103 ca un joc: \u201eDin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd ne place jocul\u201d(\u201eR\u0103ceala\u201d), iar starea de melancolie este dat\u0103 de trandafiri \u201elepro\u015fi\u201d ce \u201estau tri\u015fti \u015fi fr\u00e2n\u0163i \u00een glastra din fereastr\u0103\u201d.
\nAnotimpul nou-sosit aduce cu el \u201evisele cu aripi fr\u00e2nte\/ Ce zboar\u0103 triste-n p\u0103rul gol\u201d, pe c\u00e2nd timpul trec\u0103tor se \u00eengem\u0103neaz\u0103 cu \u201e\u0163\u0103rmuri reci\u201d: \u201eOh, timpul nemilos m\u0103 poart\u0103\/ Spre \u0163\u0103rmuri reci.\u201d (\u201eTreceri\u201d).
\nMuzical, juc\u00e2ndu-\u015fi totul pe o ultim\u0103 carte, poetul consider\u0103 \u201eultima zi\u201d ca fiind \u201ezi de dor\u201d (\u201eC\u00e2nd cerul r\u0103sturnat \u00een mine\/ M\u0103-ndeamn\u0103 s\u0103 te-a\u015ftept\/ O \u015ftii prea bine\/ C\u0103 vei veni cu ochi de jar\u2026\u201d, \u201eUltima zi\u201d). Simboliste par a fi poemele \u201eLacrima\u201d (\u201eMi-am umplut visele cu flori la poarta ta, apoi am\/ a\u015fteptat.\/ Eram lumin\u0103.\/ Eram un copac de argint\/ Ce \u00een pantofi a r\u0103t\u0103cit\/ O lacrim\u0103 deplin\u0103\u201d), \u201eNoi\u201d(\u201eNe-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit din nou.\/ Tu, noaptea \u00eenstelat\u0103,\/ Eu, cerul plumburiu\/\u2026\/\u015ei-n ochii t\u0103i de fat\u0103\/ M-am pr\u0103bu\u015fit de viu.\u201d), iar prezen\u0163a florilor e desprins\u0103 din tablourile lui Luchian: \u201eLa geamul meu\/ r\u0103m\u00e2n buchete de flori,\/ ofranda celei plecate\/ alungate de lumina din zori.\u201d, \u201eFlori\u201d), acestea sunt fie \u201ecupe de soc\u201d (\u201eVin\u0103\u201d), fie \u201eflori de m\u0103r\u201d (\u201eCerul\u201d) sau \u201eflori de fum\u201d(\u201eZiua\u201d).
\nPoetul pl\u00e2nge desp\u0103r\u0163irea de fiin\u0163a iubit\u0103 ca \u00een poemul \u201eDesp\u0103r\u0163ire\u201d: \u201eTu pleci iubita mea \u00een soare\u201d sau dep\u0103rtarea aduce cu ea fr\u0103m\u00e2ntarea \u00eendr\u0103gostitului: \u201eTe-ai dep\u0103rtat de mii de ori\/ ca s\u0103 revii t\u0103cut\u0103,\/ purt\u00e2nd \u00een tine calde ploi\/ \u015fi-o disperare mut\u0103.\u201d (\u201eDe-at\u00e2tea ori\u201d).
\nParcul este decorul ideal pentru o idil\u0103, dar pl\u00e2ns\u0103, nefericit\u0103: \u201eParcul pl\u00e2nge. \u00cen tulpini,\/ Unduindu-\u015fi ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul\/ Te a\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 alini\/ Lacrima, c\u00e2nd fuge v\u00e2ntul.\u201d(\u201eParcul\u201d). Iubita parc\u0103 se joac\u0103 cu sentimentele \u00eendr\u0103gostitului: \u201e\u00cemi spui c\u0103 te joci7 Cu m\u00e2na curat\u0103-n z\u0103pezile reci\/ Secunda-i lumin\u0103 c\u00e2nd treci\/Iar torni \u00een pahare, licoarea\/ Plec\u0103rilor seci.\u201d(\u201eSemin\u0163e\u201d), alteori \u00eei alin\u0103 suferin\u0163a: \u201eSari pe loc cu mine\/ Bate din picior\/ G\u00e2ndul c\u0103tre tine\/ Se preface-n dor.\/\u2026\/ Tu atunci cu gura\/ Vesel sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd\/ Risipe\u015fti durerea\/ Clipelor de r\u00e2nd.\u201d(\u201eJoc\u201d).
\nIubirea este fie un sentiment cast, ideal (\u201eRoua iubirii\u201d), fie unul casnic, palpabil (\u201eInadverten\u0163e\u201d). Lacul, noaptea, lumina, muzica frunzelor, luna, stelele, roua, femeia-noapte sunt tot at\u00e2tea motive ce sus\u0163in poemele iubirii \u00eentr-o liric\u0103 plin\u0103 de sensuri ad\u00e2nci. Poetul iube\u015fte profund, exprim\u00e2ndu-se suav, uneori senzualitatea este cea care primeaz\u0103, dar \u00een sensul decen\u0163ei, este un sentiment lilial, pur; este reluat\u0103 vechea poveste, c\u00e2nd romantic\u0103 ori realist\u0103, c\u00e2nd simbolist\u0103. Lacrimile \u00eenghe\u0163ate, copacul, ramul sunt cele care completeaz\u0103 \u015fi \u00eentregesc arsenalul liric \u00eentr-un peisaj sufletesc v\u0103zut c\u00e2nd arid: \u201eSunt un copac ce-abia mai urc\u0103\/ pu\u0163in\u0103 sev\u0103-n r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103\u201d(\u201eB\u0103tr\u00e2n copac\u201d), c\u00e2nd plin de dorin\u0163e ca \u00een poemul \u201eS\u0103 po\u0163i\u201d. \u00centre aceste dou\u0103 coordonate st\u0103 destinul: \u201eO \u0163iganc\u0103 cu ghiocul7 m\u0103 opre\u015fte, m-a ghicit.\/ \u00cei dau sufletul drept plat\u0103\/ s\u0103-l ucid\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 duc.\/ N-am o \u0163int\u0103 n-am o or\u0103\/ pentru care s\u0103 respir.\/ Alungat acum din hor\u0103\/ merg \u015fi m\u0103 de\u015fir.\u201d (\u201eDe\u015firare\u201d).
\nPeisajul se schimb\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 sentimentele sunt acelea\u015fi: de dor, de ne\u00eemplinire; visul de iubire se zbate \u00een versuri ca acelea din poemul \u201eC\u0103deri\u201d: \u201eCu ochi de jar, adun durere -\/ Iar ai plecat. Ai s\u0103 mai vii?\/ Cad frunze ude-n p\u0103rul t\u0103u\/ de lacrimi care curg \u015fuvoi\/ \u015fi se tope\u015fte visul meu\/ \u00cen ochii negri, tri\u015fti \u015fi goi\u2026\u201d.
\nTot acum, poeme ca \u201eRod\u201d, \u201eNoaptea\u201d, \u201eF\u0103r\u00e2me\u201d, \u201eLeb\u0103da\u201d, \u201eFlori\u201d, \u201eIndecen\u0163e\u201d, \u201eC\u00e2nd\u201d, \u201eRespira\u0163ii\u201d, \u201eDefinire\u201d, \u201eRuguri\u201d, \u201eFrig\u201d preg\u0103tesc gradat poemul-capodoper\u0103 \u201eNunta neagr\u0103\u201d unde atmosfera de balad\u0103 se croie\u015fte \u00eenc\u0103 din primele versuri: \u201eZiua-\u015fi ridicase fruntea\/ Din p\u0103durea adormit\u0103\u2026\u201d \u015fi de aici poveste dubl\u0103 cu o nunt\u0103 dubl\u0103 ce aduce \u00een prim-plan simboluri eterne-strigoiul, mireasa, mesenii ce asist\u0103 la nunta transformat\u0103-n \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare. Astfel, afl\u0103m c\u0103 \u00een mijlocul p\u0103durii, mireasa se face dorit\u0103 de mirele-strigoi, \u201esc\u0103ldat de spaime\u201d ce a\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 i se \u00eemplineasc\u0103 visul: \u201eo ghicesc u\u015for venind\/ Pe c\u0103rarea s\u0103rutat\u0103\u201d. Eminescian sau nu, g\u00e2ndul poetic e dublat de un blestem, nu mai e iubirea de alt\u0103dat\u0103: ciuta-iubit\u0103 se teme \u015fi cu ea se teme \u00eentreaga natur\u0103 umanizat\u0103, anticip\u00e2nd durerea clipei, momentul \u00eengrozitor ce va s\u0103 vie: \u201eFrunzele \u00eenfiorate\/ Tremur\u0103 pe ramuri\u2026\u201d. Vestea cade grea: \u201e- Ziua nun\u0163ii sorocite\/ a venit! E azi\u2026\u201d (mireasa fusese promis\u0103, de fapt, altuia) \u015fi \u00eendemnul de a fugi \u00een lume, venit aici din partea ei, este respins cavalere\u015fte: \u201eA fugi nu se cuvine,\/ Dar voi fi mereu cu tine\u201d, sentin\u0163a desp\u0103r\u0163irii este dublat\u0103 aici de presentimentul mor\u0163ii, at\u00e2t a celor doi \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163i, c\u00e2t \u015fi a naturii \u00eens\u0103\u015fi: \u201eDin \u00eenalturi stau s\u0103 cad\u0103 \/ Frunze moarte, alb-albastre\u201d, pentru c\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostitul parc\u0103 vede \u00een palm\u0103 ceea ce se va petrece \u00een cur\u00e2nd: nunta\u015fii o caut\u0103 pe cea care ar trebui s\u0103 fie mireas\u0103 la nunta lor, r\u0103scolesc p\u0103m\u00e2ntul c\u0103ut\u00e2nd-o pe fugar\u0103, al doilea mire, cel tocmit (sorocit) are \u015fi el o presim\u0163ire sumbr\u0103: c\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi va pierde mireasa \u00een ziua nun\u0163ii – \u201ese va \u00eenso\u0163i cu v\u00e2ntul\u201d. Mirele iubit, dorit merge s\u0103 cear\u0103 dezlegare zeilor pentru a intra \u00een t\u0103r\u00e2mul fermecat al iubirii eterne: \u201e\u015ei primi\u0163i-ne la voi\/ \u00cen cerul ferecat de ploi\/ De \u015fti\u0163i s\u0103 iubi\u0163i ca noi\u201d. Zeii stau la sfat, judec\u0103 dac\u0103 muritorii au dreptul s\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103zneasc\u0103 mai mult dec\u00e2t le este \u00eeng\u0103duit\u2026Nunta merge \u00eenainte, mesenii beau, \u00eendemna\u0163i de p\u0103cate, mireasa e gata s\u0103 se jertfeasc\u0103, urm\u00e2ndu-l pe cel\u0103lalt, nedoritul, care e un simplu muritor ca \u015fi ea. Afl\u0103m verdictul zeilor, dat \u00een chip de r\u00e2s, de\u015fi este unul cutremur\u0103tor: \u201eS\u0103 piar\u0103!\u201d. Oare c\u00e2nd le-a fost dat muritorilor s\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103zneasc\u0103 mai mult\u201d!? \u015fi-atunci, natura \u00eendurerat\u0103, depl\u00e2nge moartea ce va veni n\u0103prasnic\u0103: \u201ep\u0103durea geme\/ Lovindu-\u015fi ramuri triste, moarte\u201d. Mirele-strigoi vine s\u0103-\u015fi cear\u0103 mireasa, se \u00eencaier\u0103 cu cel real, \u201em\u0103celul e cumplit!\u201d fiindc\u0103 \u201eun mire-i de prisos\u201d, \u00eens\u0103 mireasa e cea care \u00ee\u015fi pecetluie\u015fte soarta, dorind s\u0103-l urmeze \u00een lumea ve\u015fnic\u0103 prin moartea sa \u015fi \u00eel \u00eendeamn\u0103 cu privirea pe cel care a venit s\u0103 o ia\u2026 e ucis\u0103 de cel care o iube\u015fte (parc\u0103 spre a le face \u00een ciud\u0103 zeilor atotputernici!) mai mult ca via\u0163a lui, urm\u00e2nd-o \u015fi el, \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa\u0163i fiind de ierburi; cei doi iubi\u0163i vor fi prohodi\u0163i doar de p\u0103durea ce fusese martor al iubirii lor, iar nunta\u015fii se trezesc c\u0103 \u00een loc de petrecerea de nunt\u0103 au parte de o \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, \u201eAu capul \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt\u2026\u201d. Durerea aceasta nem\u0103surat\u0103 este a naturii \u00eentregi care pl\u00e2nge pierderea suferit\u0103: \u201eSe clatin\u0103 copacii\/ Cutremura\u0163i de v\u00e2nt\/ Din contopirea pur\u0103 a jarului cu iarba\/ Zac miri uci\u015fi de ur\u0103.\/ Pl\u00e2nge p\u0103durea\u2026\u201d
\nOrice comentariu e de prisos. Povestea s-a \u00eencheiat. F\u0103r\u0103 happy-end. E un prohod general parc\u0103 \u015fi \u00een sufletul poetului care doar a comentat cu ochi \u00eengrozi\u0163i cele petrecute, red\u00e2ndu-ne alert o iubire ca-n basme: \u201e\u2026a fost odat\u0103 ca-n pove\u015fti\u2026\/
\n\u015ei s-au iubit cum nu g\u00e2nde\u015fti\/ c\u0103 s-ar iubi vreodat\u2026\u201d.
\nP\u0103r\u0103sind t\u0103r\u00e2mul basmului, \u00eent\u00e2lnim un alt registru al volumului, cel realist \u00een care se recunosc figuri importante din via\u0163a poetului: tat\u0103l (\u201eDe c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftiu\/ Am vrut s\u0103 sem\u0103n cu tata.\/ Mare, puternic, c\u0103pos\/ plin de furtun\u0103-n priviri\/ \u015ei de arome pl\u0103cute \u00een palme.\u201d), mama (\u201eScrisoare de dincolo\u201d, \u201eTratament\u201d, \u201erespira\u0163ii\u201d), cenacli\u015ftii, directorul, bancherii, poetul. Tonul este ironico-satiric uneori, comico-tragic (\u201eCamera de gard\u0103\u201d, \u201eCerere\u201d), dar de cele mai multe ori este dramatic, poetul reflect\u00e2nd asupra vie\u0163ii \u015fi mor\u0163ii, asupra realit\u0103\u0163ii \u00eenconjur\u0103toare contemporane \u00een care nonvalorile primeaz\u0103, a\u015fa c\u0103 vom \u00eent\u00e2lni pamfletul, ironia, autoironia, zeflemeaua \u00een c\u00e2teva epigrame reu\u015fite \u015fi cu direc\u0163ie.
\nMoartea \u015fi iubirea, timpul cu trecerea lui nemiloas\u0103 \u015fi de neoprit, triste\u0163ea cresc\u00e2nd\u0103 \u00eentre azi \u015fi ieri, inspira\u0163ia, deziluzia, dar \u015fi bucuria de a iubi senin sau p\u0103tima\u015f, disperarea \u015fi frica de a nu fi p\u0103r\u0103sit, de a nu fi \u00een\u015felat de iubit\u0103, de timpul ce se scurge \u00een defavoarea sa, de to\u0163i ceilal\u0163i, toate acestea sunt simboluri cheie ce ne vorbesc despre un poet sensibil, chiar ultrasensibil: Gheorghe Andrei Neagu.<\/p>\n


\nVali NI\u0162U<\/strong><\/p>\n

autograf pe mijlocul vie\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 mi-ai intuit privirea dezertat\u0103
\nspre o magnolie \u00eensingurat\u0103-n dor
\n\u015fi din bocancul desprins de talpa rece
\na p\u0103m\u00e2ntului ce-\u015fi savura rodul
\n\u00eennodai \u015firetul descheiat
\ncu vena dintr-o sev\u0103
\npe mijlocul vie\u0163ii
\nalergai s\u0103-mi cumperi sandale
\ncu barete \u015fi parfum prim\u0103v\u0103ratic
\niar din culorile culese dintr-o metafor\u0103
\nscriai unicei magnolii pe o petal\u0103
\nun autograf semnat tr\u0103ire
\ndintr-o alt\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103
\npe mijlocul vie\u0163ii
\nte-a\u015f ruga
\ns\u0103 te opre\u015fti pe buzele ro\u015fii
\ndintr-o floare de magnolie
\no zbatere a unui punct
\ndintr-o gradin\u0103 vie
\n\u00een mijlocul vie\u0163ii
\na ren\u0103scut.<\/p>\n


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m\u0103 calc \u00een picioare
\nintelectual de mod\u0103 veche
\ns\u0103 vad\u0103 nepo\u0163ii mei
\nun film
\ncu biblioteca prins\u0103-n cuie
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la floare<\/p>\n

\u015fterg praful
\nm\u0103 minunez ce pu\u0163in s-a adunat
\nde la ultima \u00eent\u00e2lnire
\ncu ordinea alfabetic\u0103
\n\u00eensetat\u0103<\/p>\n

pe noptiera f\u0103r\u0103 culoare definit\u0103
\na r\u0103mas o carte
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2iul patului
\nb\u0103tut \u00een cuie.<\/p>\n


\ncoad\u0103 la atelier<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026\u015ftii ceva, femeie?
\n\u00eeng\u0103duie-mi s\u0103 opresc la col\u0163ul str\u0103zii
\ns\u0103-mi las inima la vulcanizat
\npoate reu\u015fesc s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic
\nla nivelul stratului de om\u0103t
\ndin privirea ce \u00eenghea\u0163\u0103
\norice speran\u0163\u0103
\n\u2026 aud ecoul
\n\u00eenghe\u0163 c\u00e2teva ceasuri absurde
\nla coada de la manufacturier
\nse mir\u0103 vecinul din partea dreapt\u0103
\nde cel\u0103lalt absurd reper
\nc\u0103ci tot ce pare e mister
\nfemeia mult visat\u0103?
\n\u2026 aud ecoul
\ne coad\u0103 mare
\nla atelier.<\/p>\n


\nfilosofie de weekend <\/strong><\/p>\n

weekend recapitulativ
\n\u00een filosofia duetului cu cea\u015fca de lut
\nc\u0103r\u0103miziu<\/p>\n

despre locul unde este amplasat\u0103 cariera
\ncu h\u00e2rle\u0163ul ce-\u015fi pl\u00e2nge
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul reav\u0103n
\nca materie prim\u0103<\/p>\n

ritmul sacadat al exportului premeditat
\nrupe t\u0103cerea r\u0103d\u0103cinilor
\nce simte apropierea final\u0103
\nca o dep\u0103rtare<\/p>\n

roata olarului nu mai are putere s\u0103 \u00een\u0163eleag\u0103
\nneputin\u0163a lutului
\n\u015fi \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 le vorbeasc\u0103 m\u00e2inilor
\ndar r\u0103spunsul este mereu
\nt\u0103cut<\/p>\n

weekend repetitiv
\nunelte \u015fi uneltiri
\n\u00een biciul cuv\u00e2ntului
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne doar filosofia
\nunei ce\u015fti cu cafea
\ndin lut c\u0103r\u0103miziu.<\/p>\n


\nla chindie<\/strong><\/p>\n

…scumpa mea, \u015ftii ceva
\nprinde-mi m\u00e2inile cu inelul \u00eencrustat
\n\u00een trunchiul cu muguri de sete
\n\u015fi cercuri concentrice
\ndin noi
\nnu \u015fopte\u015fte visul cu ochii de fa\u0163\u0103
\nvorbim noi
\nv\u0103zutul vis de sub straiele curate
\nne leag\u0103n\u0103-n metaforele existen\u0163ei
\nspre ramurile din zi
\no hain\u0103 nou\u0103 pe m\u0103sura noastr\u0103
\ndin esen\u0163a de iubire t\u00e2rzie
\nce nu-i croit\u0103 pe tipar
\na iubi nu se spune
\nse face… cu har
\nhai
\nprinde-mi m\u00e2inile
\nla chindie.<\/p>\n


\nmai beat ca v\u00e2ntul<\/strong><\/p>\n

dau cu basca de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u015fi m\u0103 ciond\u0103nesc cu anotimpurile
\nfiecare cu mama lui
\n\u00een timp
\ncontinu\u0103 trecerea \u00een revist\u0103 a \u0163inutei
\np\u0103l\u0103ria din fetru
\nc\u0103ciula de astrahan
\n\u015fapca de rocker
\ncu cozorocul mamei purt\u0103toare
\na sarcinii
\n\u00een timp
\nce defileaz\u0103 pe podiumul (i)luminat
\napare posibilul tat\u0103
\nhabar n-are ce anotimp este
\ndup\u0103 sandale
\nnici dup\u0103 sticla de b\u0103utur\u0103
\ncu g\u00e2tul destupat
\nfluier\u0103 a pagub\u0103
\niar
\nv\u00e2ntul
\n\u00eempinge de la spate
\nanotimpurile.<\/p>\n


\nmonolog<\/strong><\/p>\n

e\u015fti singura femeie
\nmereu cu mine
\nde\u015fi nen\u0103scut\u0103
\n\u00een tabelul lui Mendeleev
\nsau in vitro<\/p>\n

doar undeva \u00een sensul giratoriu
\ndegetele mele din lut
\n\u00ee\u0163i modeleaz\u0103 trupul
\nnu \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor
\n\u00eentre noi a r\u0103mas
\no liter\u0103<\/p>\n

nostalgiile fug c\u0103tre tine
\n\u00een diminea\u0163a cuvintelor
\nnen\u0103scute<\/p>\n

ninge privirea ta
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd \u00een fiecare fulg
\ndialog.<\/p>\n


\nnuan\u0163a din alb <\/strong><\/p>\n

crede-m\u0103 orice
\ndar nu-mi spune c\u0103 r\u00e2de apusul
\n\u00een cea mai plagiat\u0103 pictur\u0103 naiv\u0103
\ndin expozi\u0163ia cu v\u00e2nzare
\nde creiere<\/p>\n

du-m\u0103 la medicul meu de familie
\nce-\u015fi \u00eempacheteaz\u0103 stetoscopul
\ncu m\u00e2na tremur\u00e2nd
\n\u00een m\u0103nu\u015file chirurgicale cu pudr\u0103 de talc
\n\u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiat\u0103 pe drumul pl\u00e2ns
\nal dezr\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103rii
\nca-ntr-o poveste<\/p>\n

p\u0103streaz\u0103 imaculatul din Alb\u0103 ca z\u0103pada
\n\u015fi nu-l amesteca
\ncu albul din continentele \u00eendep\u0103rtate
\nvei fi surprins
\nde alt\u0103 culoare.<\/p>\n


\np\u0103\u015fesc prin timp<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een parcul de la Chindie
\nc\u0103lcam pe vreme
\ncu frica s\u0103 nu se r\u0103zbune prea crunt
\niarba \u00eenghesuit\u0103
\nsub talpa toamnei<\/p>\n

d\u0103deam cu presupusul privirii
\ndespre ultima sinucidere
\n\u00een care a fost implicat un ecologist
\n\u00een costum verde de camuflaj
\nsub turn<\/p>\n

pe lacul de la Chindie
\nbuzele secate \u00ee\u015fi ast\u00e2mp\u0103rau setea
\nde iubire t\u00e2rzie<\/p>\n

mi-am mutat pasul l\u00e2ng\u0103 pas
\n\u015fi am m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat o amintire
\nc\u0103zut\u0103 la p\u0103m\u00e2ntul pl\u00e2ns
\ndin Turnul Chindiei<\/p>\n

ce pot s\u0103 fac dec\u00e2t s\u0103 scriu
\nalunec\u00e2nd prin timp
\no piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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