{"id":11447,"date":"2016-09-21T09:40:37","date_gmt":"2016-09-21T07:40:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11447"},"modified":"2016-10-13T09:42:13","modified_gmt":"2016-10-13T07:42:13","slug":"poeme-de-emanuel-pope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11447","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Emanuel Pope"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0Mi-a murit munca <\/strong><\/p>\n

lui Bonifacio Caraluna<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

azi mi-a murit st\u0103p\u00e2na<\/p>\n

nimic nu anun\u021ba dispari\u021bia ei<\/p>\n

s-a trezit cu acela\u0219i chef de via\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

cum obi\u0219nuia\u00a0\u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

nimic nou p\u00e2n\u0103 aici…<\/p>\n

\u0219i-a preg\u0103tit cafeaua ei neagr\u0103, \u00eenfior\u0103tor de neagr\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru ea \u00eenvior\u0103toare, pentru mine dezgust\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

de c\u00e2te ori \u00eei sim\u021beam aroma<\/p>\n

mi-a\u0219 fi v\u0103rsat \u0219i ma\u021bele din mine<\/p>\n

\u00eens\u0103 nu-i ar\u0103tam, a\u0219teptam cuminte la picioarele ei\u00a0semnalul<\/p>\n

p\u00eeinea de zi cu zi\u00a0eliberatoare<\/p>\n

din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \u00eei d\u0103deam de-n\u021beles c\u0103 sunt viu<\/p>\n

doar c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 m\u0103 pot umili cu entuziasm \u00een via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

banii-mi erau calcula\u021bi la s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i ritualul \u0103sta ar fi ucis pe oricine<\/p>\n

fuma \u00eentotdeauna numai \u021big\u0103ri fine<\/p>\n

pe mine m\u0103 privea ironic<\/p>\n

pe fereastr\u0103 privea melancolic<\/p>\n

peisajul era acolo, \u00eentreg, dispus, gata de tot efortul,<\/p>\n

nimic care s\u0103-i dea de b\u0103nuit, niciun semn<\/p>\n

sau poate era,<\/p>\n

dar creierul ei rula deja \u00een alt\u0103 parte<\/p>\n

g\u00e2ndindu-mi plenar ziua de trud\u0103,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2t va cheltui \u0219i c\u00e2t va agonisi cu mine<\/p>\n

pieptu’ -i tres\u0103lta de bucurie<\/p>\n

cu fiecare idee str\u0103lucit\u0103 care-i venea<\/p>\n

fumul, \u0219i el,\u00a0ce s\u0103 fac\u0103?!<\/p>\n

desena \u00een jurul ei, reveren\u021bios, doar cercuri olimpice<\/p>\n

ca o inim\u0103 slab\u0103<\/p>\n

auzeam scrumul zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se \u00een cavitatea scrumierei<\/p>\n

\u0219i nu v\u0103 mai spun ce reverbera\u021bie producea<\/p>\n

tot acest consum \u00een mine<\/p>\n

\u0219tiam c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la\u00a0impact\u00a0<\/em>mai aveam exact 3 minute<\/p>\n

\u00eencercam s\u0103 le folosesc c\u00e2t mai bine<\/p>\n

vis\u00e2nd st\u00e2njenei \u00a0\u0219i un parfum delicat de femeie.<\/p>\n

deodat\u0103<\/p>\n

Doamna a \u00eenceput neobi\u0219nuit s\u0103 se agite<\/p>\n

nu-n\u021belegeam ce-mi spune,\u00a0scotea sunete noi<\/p>\n

(via\u021ba mereu \u0219i-a g\u0103sit primul novice \u00een mine)<\/p>\n

am ridicat privirea,<\/p>\n

\u021bigara miraculos \u00eei disp\u0103ruse pe undeva<\/p>\n

b\u0103tr\u00e2na horc\u0103ia.<\/p>\n

nu \u0219tiam dac\u0103 era nimerit s\u0103 latru sau nu<\/p>\n

c\u0103uta\u00a0un sprijin \u00een mas\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00eenregistram totul f\u0103r\u0103 niciun sentiment<\/p>\n

la fel \u0219i ceasul din buc\u0103tarie: 6:28 a.m<\/p>\n

lucrurile se-nc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nau a avea greutate\u00a0chiar \u0219i a\u0219a<\/p>\n

mai ales pentru ea<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 un timp s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it la podea<\/p>\n

pu\u021bin a lipsit s\u0103 nu m\u0103 loveasc\u0103<\/p>\n

m-am ferit<\/p>\n

6: 29 de minute<\/p>\n

acolo am mai privit-o<\/p>\n

pentru ultima oar\u0103 cred<\/p>\n

timp de c\u00e2teva secunde<\/p>\n

(ceasul nu avea secundar)<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 care \u021beasta\u00a0i s-a desprins de trup<\/p>\n

\u0219i din motive misterioase<\/p>\n

s-a rostogolit spre mijlocul \u00eenc\u0103perii<\/p>\n

cu zgomotul unei anvelope uzate<\/p>\n

ceasul 6 \u0219i 31 de minute<\/p>\n

timpul era singurul de fa\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

care nu se pierduse cu firea<\/p>\n

asta-mi insufla curaj<\/p>\n

6 \u0219i 45 de minute<\/p>\n

nu c\u00e2t s\u0103-mi pot schimba pozi\u021bia<\/p>\n

st\u0103team \u00een\u021bepenit \u0219i \u00eencercam s\u0103-n\u021beleg<\/p>\n

7 si jum\u0103tate sau opt f\u0103r\u0103 un sfert<\/p>\n

eram liber<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

11 \u0219i 55 de minute<\/p>\n

s\u0103 mor fl\u0103m\u00e2nd \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

trecut de ora dou\u0103 din noapte<\/p>\n

\u00een libertate.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Cocktail colectiv <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

se ia un mojar c\u00e2t inima ta de mare<\/p>\n

se r\u0103stoarn\u0103 \u00een el to\u021bi\u00a0anii de \u0219coal\u0103,<\/p>\n

de munc\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i cam tot ce ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat de la via\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

se amestec\u0103 bine apoi\u00a0totul p\u00e2n\u0103 la disperare<\/p>\n

… p\u00e2n\u0103 se face past\u0103<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 care se adaug\u0103 un gram de pulbere fin\u0103<\/p>\n

din toate replicile dragi de prin filme,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2teva refrene, bip-uri \u2026poate s\u0103 fie \u0219i un c\u00e2ntec \u00eentreg,<\/p>\n

primul s\u0103rut de asemeni<\/p>\n

jur\u0103mintele de care-\u021bi mai aduci aminte,<\/p>\n

mersul \u00eempreun\u0103\u00a0cu prietenii la bar,<\/p>\n

prima ta b\u0103utur\u0103 \u0219i aura aerului de acolo<\/p>\n

se taie-n \u00een buc\u0103\u021bi c\u00e2t mai mici<\/p>\n

al\u0103turi de fotografia bunicului c\u0103zut \u00een r\u0103zboi<\/p>\n

-te rog, nu-i spune asta mamei!-,<\/p>\n

din zgomotul t\u0103cut al coridoarelor mor\u021bii din pu\u0219c\u0103riile comuniste<\/p>\n

po\u021bi culege t\u0103cerea (ad\u0103ug\u0103 \u0219i imaginea lui Arsenie Boca dac\u0103-\u021bi face bine<\/em>)<\/p>\n

toac\u0103 m\u0103runt \u00een\u0103untru c\u00e2teva titluri din ”Sc\u00e2nteia<\/em>”-oricare num\u0103r-<\/p>\n

c\u00e2teva versuri d-ale lui Ciurunga<\/p>\n

\u0219i\u00a0o band\u0103 de magnetofon\u00a0cu\u00a0ordinele de foc de la Timi\u0219oara,<\/p>\n

pl\u00e2nsul mamelor \u00eengrop\u00e2ndu-\u0219i copiii \u00een\u00a0decembrie\u201989<\/p>\n

urletul pie\u021bei\u00a0la kilometrul zero,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

nu uita IMEDIAT DEASUPRA<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103 torni \u00een form\u0103 lichid\u0103\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

r\u00e2njetul lui Iliescu\u00a0\u0219i toat\u0103 politica de mai apoi,\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

toat\u0103 batjocura\u00a0<\/em>LOR\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>precum \u0219i c\u00e2\u0163iva dolari sau euro dac\u0103 ai prin cas\u0103,<\/p>\n

(nu \u00een sume mari)\u00a0primi\u021bi de la p\u0103rin\u021bi prin\u00a0western union<\/em><\/p>\n

stai lini\u0219tit infrac\u021biunea ta va fi mic\u0103.<\/p>\n

adaug\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 tulburi con\u021binutul, cu grij\u0103, \u0219i ceva culoare albastr\u0103<\/p>\n

nu din steag \u0219i nici din cerul zilei de-afar\u0103\u00a0-\u0219tiu albastrul de Vorone\u021b este inimitabil-<\/p>\n

ia \u015fi o bucat\u0103 din rochia femeii b\u0103tut\u0103 la mineriad\u0103 (acum \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 de 64 de ani)<\/p>\n

e\u0219ecul t\u0103u \u00een prima zi de \u0219coal\u0103 va fi astfel \u0219i mai pu\u021bin comestibil<\/p>\n

din candelele Lunii adun\u0103 mirosul de carne ucis\u0103, ars\u0103,<\/p>\n

zilele tale toate …str\u00e2nse cu u\u0219a\u00a0p\u00e2n\u0103 la pragul sinuciderii colective<\/p>\n

amestec\u0103 \u00ceN FINAL totul\u00a0<\/strong>repede,<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 dai de\u00a0CULOARE<\/strong>,<\/p>\n

apoi\u00a0cu\u00a0o pensul\u0103\u00a0printre lacrimi<\/p>\n

scrie pe fa\u021ba unui ambalaj g\u0103sit la tomberonul din spatele blocului<\/p>\n

at\u00e2t:<\/p>\n

# colectiv<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 care ie\u0219i \u00een strad\u0103 \u0219i strig\u0103\u00a0c\u00e2t po\u021bi de tare<\/p>\n

c\u0103tre to\u021bi cei ce se<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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