{"id":10317,"date":"2014-05-19T21:48:22","date_gmt":"2014-05-19T19:48:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10317"},"modified":"2014-05-19T21:48:22","modified_gmt":"2014-05-19T19:48:22","slug":"poeme-de-adina-dabija","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10317","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Adina Dabija"},"content":{"rendered":"

de Adina Dabija
\nclick here<\/a> for the English version<\/p>\n

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ahah-sahah-ala<\/strong><\/p>\n

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ah hafiz<\/p>\n

ce \u021bi-a\u0219 mai spune: ahah-sahah-ala!<\/p>\n

Orice altceva \u021bi-a\u0219 spune ar fi prea pu\u021bin<\/p>\n

Ahah-sahah-ala \u2013 am strigat<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o sear\u0103 de august, la mine pe teras\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een ziuac\u00e2nd am deschis prima data carteaaceea verde a ta<\/p>\n

din colec\u021bia Penguin Books<\/p>\n

\u0219i am auzit v\u00e2ntulfo\u0219nind\u00eentre cuvintele<\/p>\n

care ie\u0219eau din pagin\u0103 ca ni\u0219te frunze<\/p>\n

pe un copac mult mai mare<\/p>\n

dec\u00e2t\u00eemi pot eu imagina.<\/p>\n

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ah hafiz<\/p>\n

cum mai curgi tu printre zile \u0219i \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri<\/p>\n

\u0219i umpli tot ceea ce nu are nume ci doar miez<\/p>\n

– ahah-sahah-ala! –<\/p>\n

cum poate un cuv\u00e2nt f\u0103r\u0103 \u00een\u021beles<\/p>\n

s\u0103 \u00eensemne at\u00e2t de mult?<\/p>\n

Cum \u00ee\u021bi mai place \u021bie s\u0103 aluneci printre cuvintele tale<\/p>\n

care e lucru \u0219tiut c\u0103 nu sunt ale tale<\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103 asta e natura ta<\/p>\n

ca tu s\u0103 nu fii tu<\/p>\n

ci eu<\/p>\n

\u0219i alte o mie de scobituri<\/p>\n

\u00een fluierul prin care sufl\u0103 o respira\u021bie<\/p>\n

mult mai mare<\/p>\n

dec\u00e2t ne putem noi imagina.<\/p>\n

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Te-am recunoscut \u00eenc\u0103 de la \u00eenceput<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u0103de dinainte de te \u021bine pe genunchi pe teras\u0103<\/p>\n

lumea spune c\u0103 nu e\u0219tidec\u00e2t un poet persan<\/p>\n

din secolul XIV<\/p>\n

c\u0103r\u021bile tale sunt pe rafturi \u00een marile biblioteci ale lumii<\/p>\n

dar tu de fapt e\u0219ti o pulbere sc\u00e2nteietoare<\/p>\n

care danseaz\u0103 \u00een lumina apusului.
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Ochiul t\u0103u drept \u0219i ochiul meu st\u00e2ng<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ochiul t\u0103u drept \u00een ochiul meu st\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

(ceilal\u021bi ochi \u00eenfunda\u021bi \u00een perne, somnoro\u0219i)<\/p>\n

Ochiul t\u0103u drept este un val<\/p>\n

Care se sparge pe plaja ochiului meu st\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

Ochiul meu st\u00e2ng este scoica<\/p>\n

\u00cen care se aude ochiul t\u0103u drept<\/p>\n

Ochiul t\u0103u meu drept st\u00e2ng m\u0103soar\u0103 infinitul dintre noi<\/p>\n

\u0219i devin ochii infinitului.<\/p>\n

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Dincolo de rotund<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen casa mea totul e rotund<\/p>\n

Ca ni\u0219te ochi orbi arunca\u021bi pe o mas\u0103 de piatr\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe care sor\u021bii i-au rostogolit cu albul \u00een sus spre infinit.<\/p>\n

\u00cen mijlocul casei se afl\u0103 cuptorul.<\/p>\n

\u00cen el mistuie un foc rece, de lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

intri \u00een el pas\u0103re – ie\u0219i b\u0103taie de aripi.<\/p>\n

Acolo e via\u021ba, acolo unde e zborul.<\/p>\n

\u00cen casa mea totul e rotund<\/p>\n

\u0219lefuit de cercul de fier al zilelor<\/p>\n

care rostologesc nop\u021bile cu fa\u021ba alb\u0103 \u00een sus spre infinit.<\/p>\n

Dar rotundul nu poate \u00een\u021belege dec\u00e2t logica rotundului<\/p>\n

c\u0103ci forma e \u00eens\u0103\u0219i trecerea ei – timpul.<\/p>\n

\u00cen casa mea,<\/p>\n

singurul lucru dincolo de rotund<\/p>\n

e acest foc alb ce-mi mistuie zilele \u0219i nop\u021bile<\/p>\n

arz\u00e2nd totul \u00een dorul indestructibil al zborului –<\/p>\n

– e\u0219ti chiar Tu.<\/p>\n

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Poveste de var\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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S\u0103 vin\u0103 vara<\/p>\n

\u0219i eu s\u0103 \u00eenfloresc altfel<\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103 un om cu un fier\u0103str\u0103u electric \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 vin\u0103 vara<\/p>\n

\u0219i eu s\u0103 \u00eenfloresc pe din\u0103untru,<\/p>\n

\u00een inima unei feti\u021be<\/p>\n

care alearg\u0103 s\u0103-mi adune crengile c\u0103zute<\/p>\n

c\u0103ci \u00eei fo\u0219neau pove\u0219ti at\u00e2t de frumoase noaptea la geam.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 vin\u0103 vara<\/p>\n

pentru ca florile mele<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se deschid\u0103 albe \u00een \u00eentunericul unei inimi mici<\/p>\n

a\u0219a cum un stelele se deschid noaptea pe cer<\/p>\n

\u00een inima necuprinsului .<\/p>\n

Nu pl\u00e2nge, mi-au t\u0103iat crengile<\/p>\n

doar pentru ca tu s\u0103-\u021bi ridici mai des privirea \u00een sus<\/p>\n

spre florile acelea mai mari \u0219i mai \u00eendep\u0103rtate –<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103 c\u00e2t de mare e privirea necuprinsului!<\/p>\n

S\u0103 vin\u0103 vara ca o feti\u021b\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i lipeasc\u0103 urechea de un trunchi ciuntit<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 aud\u0103 seva vie\u021bii<\/p>\n

asupra c\u0103reia nici un fier\u0103str\u0103u nu are putere<\/p>\n

\u0219i s\u0103-mi c\u00e2nte \u00eencet<\/p>\n

pe limba florilor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

de Adina Dabija click here for the English version   ahah-sahah-ala   ah hafiz ce \u021bi-a\u0219 mai spune: ahah-sahah-ala! Orice altceva \u021bi-a\u0219 spune ar fi prea pu\u021bin Ahah-sahah-ala \u2013 am strigat \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 de august, la mine pe teras\u0103<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1044,125],"tags":[820,1166,1129],"class_list":["post-10317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-41","category-invitat","tag-adina-dabija","tag-egophobia-41","tag-invitat"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2Gp","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10317"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10317\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10337,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10317\/revisions\/10337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}