{"id":12268,"date":"2018-07-23T07:34:39","date_gmt":"2018-07-23T05:34:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12268"},"modified":"2018-07-21T13:38:14","modified_gmt":"2018-07-21T11:38:14","slug":"ochi-caprui","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12268","title":{"rendered":"Ochi c\u0103prui"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: green;\">debut<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">de Ana Constantin<\/p>\n<p>Am crezut c\u0103 am v\u0103zut p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i soare \u0219i foc<br \/>\n\u00centr-o singur\u0103 fiin\u021b\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd teiul \u00eencepuse s\u0103 se usuce,<br \/>\n\u00cen pustia noapte cu cioburi de urzici \u0219i plante,<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd jalnica existen\u021b\u0103 a copacului vie\u021bii se spulberase<br \/>\nDin cauza unui fir de iarb\u0103.<!--more--><br \/>\nAm ales cimitirul din motive mai pu\u021bin personale<br \/>\nMotivele tale, nu ale mele<br \/>\nDeoarece eu nu aveam candela<br \/>\n\u0218i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 citim 1001 de nop\u021bi<br \/>\nFiecare poveste fiind stricat\u0103 de o ar\u0103boaic\u0103 masochist\u0103<br \/>\n\u00cen c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103,<br \/>\nPentru c\u0103 sultanul era un morm\u00e2nt gol care avea nevoie de un cadavru.<br \/>\nAm scris rim\u0103 peste rim\u0103<br \/>\nIar \u00een capul t\u0103u era o melodie de r\u0103zboi:<br \/>\n\u201eHristos a \u00eenviat din mor\u021bi!\u201d<br \/>\nDar din p\u0103cate, nici m\u0103car nu ai murit.<br \/>\nVia\u021ba era un \u00eentreg absurd existen\u021bial c\u00e2nd era privirea-n privirea-\u021bi<br \/>\nUn paradox al vremurilor de demult,<br \/>\nIubirea platonic\u0103 fiind dep\u0103\u0219it\u0103 de un cadavru \u00eentre 3 preo\u021bi.<br \/>\n\u0218i m-am \u00eentrebat ce te-adus \u00een via\u021ba,<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd cioburile din ochii t\u0103i urlau dup\u0103 mine.<br \/>\nAi ajuns s\u0103 tai \u00een carne vie tot ce ai visat vreodat\u0103,<br \/>\nM-ai f\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 simt ca o viespe \u00eentr-un stup de albine<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd de fapt, pomul cunoa\u0219terii era cel care ne leag\u0103 pe am\u00e2ndoi.<br \/>\nM\u0103 sim\u021beam cuprins\u0103 \u00een lan\u021buri c\u00e2nd lumina soarelui sc\u00e2nteia periculos<br \/>\nDeoarece pielea ta era ca luna, iar \u00een minte \u00eemi umblau \u0219erpi<br \/>\nHai s\u0103 dans\u0103m \u00eempreun\u0103.<br \/>\nM-ai \u00eenjunghiat \u00een spate c\u00e2nd mi-ai spus c\u0103 nu po\u021bi s\u0103 transformi vinul \u00een ap\u0103,<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd ai spus c\u0103 nu po\u021bi stinge focul din stomacul meu<br \/>\n\u0218i totu\u0219i nu ai ochi de foc c\u0103 altfel \u021bi-i stingeam de mult.<br \/>\nAtmosfera toxic\u0103 era ca un blocaj pentru mine<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd \u00eencercam s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi spun c\u0103 te iubesc<br \/>\nDar dragostea mea pentru distrugere,<br \/>\nO sim\u021beam ca un cu\u021bit \u00een genunchi<br \/>\nO singur\u0103 pic\u0103tur\u0103 de apa \u00een de\u0219ert,<br \/>\nShot-ul care i-a cauzat coma alcoolic\u0103 adolescentului.<br \/>\nNu mai vreau s\u0103 privesc ochi c\u0103prui<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd beau whiskey la lumina soarelui,<br \/>\nTu mi-ai luat locul \u00een \u00eentuneric, distrugere, panic\u0103<br \/>\ndar via\u021b\u0103.<br \/>\nHai s\u0103 fim iubirea-n iubirea-\u021bi,<br \/>\nC\u0103 doar atunci c\u00e2nd voi \u0219tii s\u0103 te ador vei fi cu adev\u0103rat<br \/>\nDivinitate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>debut de Ana Constantin Am crezut c\u0103 am v\u0103zut p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i soare \u0219i foc \u00centr-o singur\u0103 fiin\u021b\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd teiul \u00eencepuse s\u0103 se usuce, \u00cen pustia noapte cu cioburi de urzici \u0219i plante, C\u00e2nd jalnica existen\u021b\u0103 a copacului vie\u021bii se spulberase Din cauza unui fir de 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