traducere:\u00a0Mina Decu<\/p>\n
Poet chinez \u00een Barcelona<\/strong><\/p>\n Un poet chinez d\u0103 t\u00e2rcoale <\/p>\n C\u00e2inii romantici <\/strong><\/p>\n Pe vremea aia aveam dou\u0103zeci de ani <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00cen realitate cel care se teme mai mult sunt eu<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00cen realitate cel care se teme mai mult sunt eu<\/p>\n chiar dac\u0103 nu ar\u0103t\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen \u00eenserarea<\/p>\n din Barcelona\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Una sau dou\u0103 sau trei sticle<\/p>\n de bere neagr\u0103\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Frumoasa Edna at\u00e2t de departe<\/p>\n Farurile m\u0103tur\u0103 de trei ori ora\u0219ul<\/p>\n Ora\u0219ul \u0103sta imaginar\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O dat\u0103, de dou\u0103, de trei ori<\/p>\n spuse Edna\u00a0\u00a0 Indic\u00e2nd o or\u0103 misterioas\u0103<\/p>\n pentru dormit\u00a0\u00a0 Gata cu reg\u0103sirile<\/p>\n O dat\u0103 pentru totdeauna<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n O s\u0103-\u021bi d\u0103ruiesc un abis, spuse ea<\/strong><\/p>\n O s\u0103-\u021bi d\u0103ruiesc un abis, spuse ea,<\/p>\n dar \u00eentr-un fel at\u00e2t de subtil \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00eel vei percepe<\/p>\n abia c\u00e2nd vor fi trecut mul\u021bi ani<\/p>\n \u015fi vei fi fiind departe de Mexic \u015fi de mine.<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd vei avea mai mare nevoie de el, \u00eel vei descoperi<\/p>\n \u015fi \u0103sta nu va fi<\/p>\n finalul fericit,<\/p>\n va fi \u00eens\u0103 o clip\u0103 de gol \u015fi fericire.<\/p>\n \u015ei poate c\u0103 atunci \u00ee\u021bi vei aminti de mine,<\/p>\n de\u015fi nu mult.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lisa<\/strong> cu altul, \u00een vechea cabina telefonic\u0103\u00a0 din<\/p>\n depozitul \u0103la din Tepeyac, am crezut c\u0103 lumea<\/p>\n se sf\u00e2\u015fe\u015fte pentru mine. Un tip \u00eenalt \u015fi slab,<\/p>\n cu p\u0103rul lung \u015fi cu o scul\u0103 lung\u0103, care nu a a\u015fteptat<\/p>\n mai mult de o \u00eent\u00e2lnire pentru a o penetra p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri.<\/p>\n Nu e ceva serios, spusese ea, dar este<\/p>\n cel mai bun mod de a te scoate din via\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n Parm\u00e9nides Garc\u00eda Salda\u00f1a avea p\u0103rul lung \u015fi ar fi putut<\/p>\n fi amantul Lisei, dar dup\u0103 c\u00e2\u021biva<\/p>\n ani am aflat c\u0103 murise \u00eentr-o clinic\u0103 psihiatric\u0103<\/p>\n sau c\u0103 se sinucisese. Lisa nu mai voia<\/p>\n s\u0103 se culce cu distru\u015fi. C\u00e2teodat\u0103 o visez<\/p>\n \u015fi o v\u0103d fericit\u0103 \u015fi rece \u00eentr-un Mexic<\/p>\n desenat de Lovecraft. Am ascultat muzic\u0103<\/p>\n (Canned Heat, una dintre trupele preferate<\/p>\n ale lui Parm\u00e9nides Garc\u00eda Salda\u00f1a) \u015fi apoi am f\u0103cut<\/p>\n dragoste de trei ori. Prima dat\u0103 a terminat \u00een mine,<\/p>\n a doua oar\u0103 a terminat \u00een gura mea \u015fi a treia, aproape un fir<\/p>\n de ap\u0103, un fir scurt de undi\u021b\u0103, \u00eentre s\u00e2nii mei. \u015ei totul<\/p>\n \u00een dou\u0103 ore, a spus Lisa. Cele mai nenorocite dou\u0103 ore din via\u021ba mea,<\/p>\n am spus eu, la cap\u0103tul cel\u0103lalt al firului.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" traducere:\u00a0Mina Decu Poet chinez \u00een Barcelona Un poet chinez d\u0103 t\u00e2rcoale unui cuv\u00e2nt, neajung\u00e2nd s\u0103-l ating\u0103, neajung\u00e2nd s\u0103-l priveasc\u0103, ne- ajung\u00e2nd s\u0103-l prind\u0103. \u00cen spatele poetului sunt mun\u021bi galbeni \u015fi usca\u021bi, b\u0103tu\u021bi de v\u00e2nt, ploi r\u0103zle\u021be, restaurante ieftine, nori albi ce se destram\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":[1224,13],"tags":[1225,1242,1114,1241,72],"class_list":["post-11436","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-47","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-47","tag-mina-decu","tag-poezie","tag-roberto-bolano","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2Ys","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11436","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=11436"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11436\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11437,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11436\/revisions\/11437"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11436"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11436"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11436"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nunui cuv\u00e2nt, neajung\u00e2nd s\u0103-l ating\u0103,
\nneajung\u00e2nd s\u0103-l priveasc\u0103, ne-
\najung\u00e2nd s\u0103-l prind\u0103.
\n\u00cen spatele poetului sunt mun\u021bi
\ngalbeni \u015fi usca\u021bi, b\u0103tu\u021bi de
\nv\u00e2nt,
\nploi r\u0103zle\u021be,
\nrestaurante ieftine,
\nnori albi ce se destram\u0103.
\n <\/p>\n
\n\u015fi eram nebun.
\nPierdusem o \u021bar\u0103
\ndar c\u00e2\u015ftigasem un vis.
\n\u015ei dac\u0103 aveam visul \u0103sta
\nnimic nu mai conta.
\nNici s\u0103 lucrez, nici s\u0103 m\u0103 rog
\nnici s\u0103 mai studiez \u00een zori
\nal\u0103turi de c\u00e2inii romantici.
\n\u015ei visul tr\u0103ia \u00een spa\u021biul spiritului meu.
\nO \u00eenc\u0103pere de lemn,
\n\u00een penumbr\u0103,
\n\u00eentr-unul din pl\u0103m\u00e2nii tropicului.
\n\u015ei uneori m\u0103 \u00eentorceam \u00een mine
\n\u015fi vizitam visul: statuie eternizat\u0103
\n\u00een g\u00e2nduri lichide,
\nun vierme alb zv\u00e2rcolindu-se
\n\u00een dragoste.
\nO iubire turbat\u0103.
\nUn vis \u00eenl\u0103untrul unui alt vis.
\n\u015ei co\u015fmarul \u00eemi spunea: vei cre\u015fte.
\nVei l\u0103sa \u00een urm\u0103 imaginile durerii \u015fi ale labirintului
\n\u015fi vei uita.
\nDar \u00een acele vremuri s\u0103 cresc ar fi fost o crim\u0103.
\nSunt aici, am spus, cu c\u00e2inii romantici
\n\u015ei aici o s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n.<\/p>\n
\nC\u00e2nd Lisa mi-a zis c\u0103 f\u0103cuse dragoste<\/p>\n