{"id":11928,"date":"2017-08-30T12:17:16","date_gmt":"2017-08-30T10:17:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11928"},"modified":"2017-08-31T12:18:50","modified_gmt":"2017-08-31T10:18:50","slug":"poeme-de-maria-dinu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11928","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Maria Dinu"},"content":{"rendered":"

scrisoarea lui Mel c\u0103tre frate<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Valurile se tot mic\u0219orau<\/p>\n

\u0219i fratele meu \u00eemi f\u0103cea semn<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se mi\u0219c\u0103m \u0219i noi odat\u0103 cu ele,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 ne-ascundem printre r\u0103saduri<\/p>\n

sau cartofi \u00eenflori\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Fac c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i oarecare,<\/p>\n

mi\u0219carea m\u0103 sperie \u0219i<\/p>\n

b\u0103rbatul care trage de funie o vaca<\/p>\n

de la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al lumii.<\/p>\n

Dintre copite \u00eei cre\u0219te<\/p>\n

un \u0219arpe negru-alb\u0103striu.<\/p>\n

Mersul ei \u00eel \u0219tie femeia cu solzi<\/p>\n

ascuns\u0103 de c\u00e2nd cu uitarea<\/p>\n

\u00een nisipul din maluri.<\/p>\n

M\u0103-ntorc spre fratele meu<\/p>\n

\u0219i fratele meu e frumos,<\/p>\n

se face frumos c\u00e2nd vorbe\u0219te,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a negru-alb\u0103striu.<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103 ne treac\u0103 timpul acela<\/p>\n

ne facem c\u0103 privim cerul.<\/p>\n

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

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

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O piele mai bun\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Retragerea mea o citisei<\/p>\n

\u00een palm\u0103 printre alte semne lume\u0219ti.<\/p>\n

Azi mi-am \u0219ters liniile \u0219i<\/p>\n

de atunci m-am pierdut<\/p>\n

\u00een perdeaua-culoar dintr-o piele<\/p>\n

bun\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare de uria\u0219.<\/p>\n

Azi mi-a fost dor \u0219i tu<\/p>\n

mi-ai dat semin\u021be<\/p>\n

cu laptele proasp\u0103t<\/p>\n

leac pentru ochiul cel nou.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\u00a0<\/strong>m\u0103 fac c\u0103 uit<\/strong><\/p>\n

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am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 num\u0103r \u0219erpii din ap\u0103<\/p>\n

vin de la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al lumii,<\/p>\n

m-am \u00eempiedicat de el ca de-o run\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i tu m\u0103 tot plimbi<\/p>\n

prin locuri str\u0103ine<\/p>\n

memoria \u00eemi joac\u0103 feste sau<\/p>\n

poate sunt eu cea care<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u021bi cheam\u0103 \u0219erpii, \u00eemi desfac<\/p>\n

bluza, \u00eembrac pielea lor.<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 v\u0103d mai bine te privesc prin<\/p>\n

borcanul cu sare, ceva se petrece<\/p>\n

pe aceast\u0103 parte sensibil\u0103<\/p>\n

dar nu e sigurul loc<\/p>\n

infinit cald pe care \u00eel pip\u0103i<\/p>\n

ca pe un animal proasp\u0103t n\u0103scut<\/p>\n

po\u021bi s\u0103 nu \u00eemi prinzi m\u00e2na<\/p>\n

nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 n-am s\u0103 te visez<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o noapte. P\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ine nu am s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

\u0219i n-am s\u0103-mi imaginez cele mai ascunse<\/p>\n

obiecte pe care le-a\u0219 vrea<\/p>\n

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Punctul pe o<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Priviri \u00eenvine\u021bite \u0219i g\u00e2nduri devorate<\/p>\n

de p\u0103s\u0103rile care au migrat dinspre est.<\/p>\n

O realitate care trebuia privit\u0103<\/p>\n

printr-un ochi de p\u0103un.<\/p>\n

O groap\u0103 sap\u0103 cu r\u0103ceala<\/p>\n

peretelui de care te lipe\u0219ti \u00een convulsii.<\/p>\n

O s\u0103lb\u0103ticiune a nop\u021bii \u00eennoad\u0103<\/p>\n

de gheare lumina \u0219i \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it<\/p>\n

stiloului cunoa\u0219te pasiunea<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi picuri \u00een vene poemul nescris.<\/p>\n

O gur\u0103 vorace te a\u0219teapt\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 mu\u0219te din tine \u0219i s\u0103 scuipe<\/p>\n

de la etajul al optulea<\/p>\n

buc\u0103\u021bi desc\u0103rnate \u00een fa\u021ba<\/p>\n

celor de jos.<\/p>\n

Dintr-o clipire dez-gustul<\/p>\n

nu-i dec\u00e2t o floare<\/p>\n

vomitat\u0103 prin \u0219an\u021buri.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

\u00cen foile arse<\/strong><\/p>\n

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ascunzi iarba de unghii \u0219i<\/p>\n

treci mai departe de c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

cu moartea asta o dat\u0103 pe zi,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2te-o or\u0103, trecem mai departe,<\/p>\n

\u021bi-am zis, la fel ca dou\u0103 obiecte<\/p>\n

pierdute care \u00ee\u0219i dau \u00eent\u00e2lnire<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un loc luminos printre flori<\/p>\n

am primit mult<\/p>\n

vei suferi \u0219i mai mult,<\/p>\n

ai \u00eenc\u0103lcat regula, ai s\u0103-mi spui<\/p>\n

cuvintele care se-ntorc<\/p>\n

sau nu vin, h\u00e2rtia ars\u0103 de fluturii negri<\/p>\n

vezi prin t\u0103i\u0219uri subtile ceva v\u0103 \u00eemparte<\/p>\n

da, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 voi trezi dup\u0103 ora de moarte<\/p>\n

m\u0103 voi face cu minte, cu suflet<\/p>\n

am \u00eenghi\u021bit tot ce nu \u021bi-am spus<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd te-am a\u0219teptat eram ceva anume,<\/p>\n

nu-\u0219tiu-cum nedefinit, dar tu \u0219tiai<\/p>\n

de ce fug c\u00e2nd n-am aripi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

scrisoarea lui Mel c\u0103tre frate   Valurile se tot mic\u0219orau \u0219i fratele meu \u00eemi f\u0103cea semn s\u0103 se mi\u0219c\u0103m \u0219i noi odat\u0103 cu ele, s\u0103 ne-ascundem printre r\u0103saduri sau cartofi \u00eenflori\u021bi.<\/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":[1286,13],"tags":[1287,527,1114],"class_list":["post-11928","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-51","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-51","tag-maria-dinu","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-36o","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11928","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=11928"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11928\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11929,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11928\/revisions\/11929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11928"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11928"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11928"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}