{"id":10442,"date":"2014-10-27T22:55:22","date_gmt":"2014-10-27T20:55:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10442"},"modified":"2014-10-27T22:55:22","modified_gmt":"2014-10-27T20:55:22","slug":"poeme-de-leonard-ancuta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10442","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Leonard Ancu\u021ba"},"content":{"rendered":"

trei poeme cu mama<\/strong><\/p>\n

    \n
  1. pe mama o chema Johnny\n

    avea m\u00eeini din p\u00eeine alb\u0103 \u0219i buze \u00e0 la Eva Angelina
    \n\u0219i mai tot timpul c\u00eenta prin cas\u0103
    \ntreceau batalioane rom\u00e2ne carpa\u021bii.
    \ncopiii r\u00eedeau de mine la \u0219coal\u0103,
    \ndar mama mea a fost cea mai bun\u0103 din lume,
    \npicta diminea\u021ba \u00een fereastr\u0103
    \nr\u0103s\u0103ritul soarelui, doar pentru mine.
    \n\u00eemi d\u0103duse o lumin\u0103 pe care o duceam peste tot;
    \nlumea se uita ciudat la mine, f\u0103cea mi\u0219to de mine c\u0103
    \npe mama o chema Johnny,
    \np\u00een\u0103-ntr-o zi c\u00eend ni\u0219te tipi s-au luat de ea \u0219i-au b\u0103tut-o
    \n\u0219i tata era s\u0103 \u00eempu\u0219te tot cartierul.
    \nmama avea buze ro\u0219ii parc\u0103 mu\u0219case inima unui diavol \u0219i
    \nc\u00eend a murit lumina mea a pl\u00eens p\u00een\u0103 s-a f\u0103cut \u00eentuneric.
    \n<\/p>\n

    2. pe mama se b\u0103teau b\u0103rba\u021bii<\/p>\n

    mama primea \u00een cas\u0103 mul\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bi.
    \nle m\u00eeng\u00eeia piepturile p\u0103roase, \u00eei b\u0103rbierea
    \napoi \u00eei binecuv\u00eenta \u00eenainte s\u0103 plece la r\u0103zboi.
    \neram mic pe atunci, \u00eei priveam cum se duc,
    \nm\u00eencam cire\u0219e scuipam s\u00eemburii \u0219i \u00eei \u00eengropam
    \na\u0219tept\u00eend s\u0103 creasc\u0103 al\u021bi cire\u0219i dar nu se \u00eent\u00eempla nimic.
    \nb\u0103rba\u021bii o iubeau pe mama, se \u00eentorceau f\u0103r\u0103 cap
    \ndoar pentru ea \u0219i cum era obiceiul la noi \u00een sat
    \n\u00eei puneau \u00een p\u0103m\u00eent \u0219i din ei cre\u0219teau cire\u0219i de mai.
    \ntata lucra atunci pe o combin\u0103 mare \u0219i fuma f\u0103r\u0103 filtru,
    \nc\u00eend treiera vedeai babele cum se \u00eenchin\u0103.
    \npreotul din sat se temea p\u00een\u0103 \u0219i de mine;
    \nca de drac se ferea c\u00eend scuipam s\u00eemburi ro\u0219ii,
    \n\u00een timp ce c\u00eentam Johnny B Good
    \n\u0219i mama \u00ee\u0219i ascu\u021bea cu\u021bitul de turla bisericii.<\/p>\n

    3. pe mama a crescut o biseric\u0103<\/p>\n

    \u00een fa\u021ba blocului era o salcie, avea p\u0103rul ca mama.
    \n\u00eentr-o zi au venit b\u0103rba\u021bii cu topoarele \u0219i-au lovit-o \u00een \u0219olduri
    \np\u00een\u0103 a c\u0103zut iar \u00een locul ei au ridicat o biseric\u0103 alb\u0103.
    \nn-am s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenchin, s\u0103 m\u0103 rog vreodat\u0103 \u00een ea, nici dac\u0103 ar fi
    \ncel mai tare model din lume. am s\u0103-i privesc zidurile
    \ndin care se-aud noaptea c\u00eentece de r\u0103zboi \u0219i a\u0219tept,
    \na\u0219tept p\u00een\u0103 se va scufunda \u00een trupul primitor al mamei.
    \natunci eu \u0219i tata ne vom ascu\u021bi cu\u021bitele unul de trupul celuilalt
    \n\u0219i-o s\u0103 plec\u0103m s\u0103 d\u0103r\u00eem\u0103m zidurile din lut ro\u0219u, turlele zvelte ca s\u00eenii
    \nei de fecioar\u0103. c\u00eend va c\u0103dea ultima c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103, mama se va ar\u0103ta
    \nca un duh care \u00een loc de biserici face c\u00eerciumi \u00een mine \u0219i tata
    \n\u0219i vom pleca ferici\u021bi ca ni\u0219te be\u021bivi care c\u00eent\u0103 cu lupii,
    \ndau cu pietre \u00een felinare \u0219i trezesc lumea la via\u021b\u0103.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

     
    \n <\/p>\n

    r\u0103gu\u0219it de dragoste \u0219i be\u021bie<\/strong>
    \n <\/p>\n

    \u00een memoria lui Iulian Tra\u0219\u0103<\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

    prietenul meu punkeru a plecat a \u00eembr\u0103cat blugii rup\u021bi
    \na luat geaca de piele f\u0103r\u0103 m\u00eeneci \u0219i o bere din frigider \u0219i-a ie\u0219it f\u0103r\u0103
    \ns\u0103 \u00eenchid\u0103 u\u0219a a\u0219a dus a fost
    \nzgomotul pa\u0219ilor lui urca sc\u0103rile tot mai greu \u00eenso\u021bit de un c\u00eentec
    \nr\u0103gu\u0219it de dragoste \u0219i be\u021bie<\/p>\n

    oare se mai \u00eentoarce prietenul meu punkeru cu siguran\u021b\u0103
    \nnu se mai \u00eentoarce blugii \u0219i geaca de piele
    \nerau ale mele ale mele erau
    \n\u0219i lacrimile \u00eenc\u0103 neivite ce apar dup\u0103 c\u00eeteva sticle de t\u0103rie
    \no vreme pe strad\u0103 ma\u0219inile au mers f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fac\u0103 vreun zgomot
    \ndoar c\u00eentecul se-auzea
    \nr\u0103gu\u0219it de dragoste \u0219i be\u021bie<\/p>\n

    mai at\u00eerna de pere\u021bi ca o p\u00eenz\u0103 de p\u0103ianjen rupt\u0103
    \nde v\u00eent \u0219i triste\u021be
    \nprietenul meu punkerul a plecat \u0219i nu se \u0219tie
    \ndac\u0103 vreodat\u0103 se va \u00eentoarce
    \nr\u0103gu\u0219it de dragoste \u0219i be\u021bie<\/p>\n

    el intr\u0103 \u00een barul murdar cu lumini st\u00eengace \u0219i mai cere ceva de b\u0103ut
    \ndup\u0103 dou\u0103 pahare z\u00eembe\u0219te unei tinere cu p\u0103rul \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri \u0219i-\u0219i arde sufletul
    \ndiminea\u021ba r\u0103m\u00eene singur dar nu-i trece prin cap s\u0103 se-ntoarc\u0103
    \n\u00ee\u0219i aprinde una f\u0103r\u0103 filtru \u0219i c\u00eent\u0103 pentru o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 stricat\u0103 cu ochii sco\u0219i
    \no clip\u0103 se vede \u00een g\u0103urile ei negre c\u00eent\u0103
    \nr\u0103gu\u0219it de dragoste \u0219i be\u021bie<\/p>\n

    prietenul meu punkeru m-a l\u0103sat ca pe-o sering\u0103 folosit\u0103 cu acul rupt
    \npe etajera din baie \u00een oglinda din baie chipul meu stors
    \nse ascunde sub abur cum cenu\u0219a \u00een urn\u0103
    \nm\u0103 ghemuiesc sub chiuvet\u0103 prietenul meu punkeru nu se mai \u00eentoarce
    \nchiar acum dealerii \u00eel lovesc cu picioarele \u00een coaste
    \n\u0219i \u00een gur\u0103 dar el nu se opre\u0219te \u0219i c\u00eent\u0103
    \nr\u0103gu\u0219it de dragoste \u0219i be\u021bie<\/p>\n

    melodia pe care o c\u00eentam am\u00eendoi la moartea fiec\u0103rui prieten
    \ncu paharele pline cu m\u00eeini de femeie pe \u0219li\u021b
    \n\u00eentreg cerul e plin de comete care se pr\u0103bu\u0219esc
    \n\u00een calea noastr\u0103 nici un suspin prietenul meu nu se mai \u00eentoarce
    \n\u0219i-acum \u00eemi dau seama c\u0103 prietenul meu sunt eu
    \n\u0219i-acesta este c\u00eentecul meu
    \nr\u0103gu\u0219it de dragoste \u0219i be\u021bie<\/p>\n

     
    \n <\/p>\n

    toamn\u0103<\/strong>
    \n 
    \ncum treceam pe witing dinspre gara de nord spre plevnei
    \npe trotuarul din dreapta aproape lipit
    \nde zidul unei cl\u0103diri st\u0103tea primul om
    \npe care l-am v\u0103zut b\u0103rbierindu-se pe strad\u0103 cu oglinda
    \nfixat\u0103 pe o cutie de relee rds
    \n\u00ee\u0219i ad\u00eencea privirea \u00een suprafa\u021ba lucioas\u0103 \u00eencordat \u00een lumina obosit\u0103 a lunii
    \n\u0219i-\u0219i mi\u0219ca m\u00eena cu aten\u021bie pe obrazul ros de aproape
    \no sut\u0103 de anotimpuri sau pe-acolo \u00ee\u0219i ridic\u0103 ochii spre mine
    \nparc\u0103 spun\u00eend nu r\u00eede de mine c\u0103 oric\u00eend ai putea ajunge \u0219i tu a\u0219a
    \n\u0219i apoi din ochii lui o str\u0103lucire firav\u0103 se topi \u00een ochii mei
    \nc\u00eet s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg c\u00eet de puternic e \u00eentunericul
    \npe drumul acesta<\/p>\n

    nu era dec\u00eet un om care se b\u0103rbierea \u00eentre pletele alb-\u00eeng\u0103lbenite ale lunii \u0219i
    \n\u00een bucata de oglind\u0103 c\u00eet un as de romb dintr-un pachet norocos
    \n\u00ee\u0219i \u00eenghesuise chipul \u0219i tr\u0103s\u0103turile \u0219i sc\u00eenteia din ochii lui
    \np\u0103rea mult mai mic\u0103 \u00een reflexie de aceea \u00een ochii mei tot
    \nmai mic\u0103 se vedea era la fel cum \u00eemi p\u0103reau \u0219ansele
    \nde-a pl\u0103ti chiria \u0219i \u00eentre\u021binerea ca s\u0103 nu fiu aruncat \u00een strad\u0103
    \n\u0219i \u00eenainte s\u0103 dispar\u0103 \u00een \u00eentunericul ro\u0219cat de pe strad\u0103
    \nam aruncat o privire \u00een urm\u0103 parc\u0103 am z\u0103rit pentru o clip\u0103 oglinda
    \n\u0219i \u00een ea str\u0103lucirea din ochii lui at\u00eet de mic\u0103 acum
    \n\u00eenc\u00eet \u00een ochii mei s-a f\u0103cut pe deplin \u00eentuneric
    \nam mers cu pa\u0219i mici \u0219i rari p\u00een\u0103 la col\u021bul str\u0103zii<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    trei poeme cu mama pe mama o chema Johnny avea m\u00eeini din p\u00eeine alb\u0103 \u0219i buze \u00e0 la Eva Angelina \u0219i mai tot timpul c\u00eenta prin cas\u0103 treceau batalioane rom\u00e2ne carpa\u021bii. copiii r\u00eedeau de mine la \u0219coal\u0103, dar mama mea a fost cea mai bun\u0103 din lume, picta diminea\u021ba \u00een fereastr\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ritul soarelui, doar pentru […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1042,13],"tags":[1053,473,1114],"class_list":["post-10442","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia42","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-42","tag-leonard-ancuta","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2Iq","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10442","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=10442"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10442\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10444,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10442\/revisions\/10444"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}