{"id":13225,"date":"2020-11-16T10:10:19","date_gmt":"2020-11-16T08:10:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13225"},"modified":"2020-11-16T10:17:51","modified_gmt":"2020-11-16T08:17:51","slug":"poeme-de-leonard-ancuta-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13225","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Leonard Ancu\u021ba"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>In This Together<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u0219tii, man, exist\u0103 mereu o intui\u021bie c\u0103 nu suntem<br \/>\ncine ar trebui s\u0103 fim, c\u0103 eu \u00een castelul cu col\u021bi de femeie nu sunt regele<br \/>\nca \u00een ostroveni c\u00eend am furat ma\u0219ina, nu man, nu eram eu<br \/>\ndar am furat ma\u0219ina ca s\u0103 ajung la bac \u0219i bacul l-am luat<br \/>\n<!--more-->\u0219i pentru o clip\u0103 am avut dilema dac\u0103 sunt eu, sau cel care a furat ma\u0219ina.<br \/>\nman, ma\u0219ina am parcat-o la loc, nici nu s-a observat<br \/>\ndar c\u00eend am dat la filosofie iar am tri\u0219at \u0219i<br \/>\ntotu\u0219i am intrat pe poezi\u021bia 69 \u0219i am dat de b\u0103ut, man, am dat<br \/>\ndar banii nu erau ai mei, erau ai lui c\u0103 era bi\u0219ni\u021bar, dar lumea s-a bucurat<br \/>\nc\u0103 era festivalul berii, dar eu nu eram exact eu, \u0219tiam \u0219i atunci<br \/>\nc\u0103 eu doar m\u0103 foloseam de partea rea din mine s\u0103 scot la iveal\u0103<br \/>\npartea bun\u0103. a\u0219a am f\u0103cut man, \u0219i cu femeile, eu le alegeam pe cele belea<br \/>\nel r\u0103m\u00eenea cu cele care-l iubeau, pentru c\u0103 el era bun iar eu r\u0103u.<br \/>\n\u0219i intui\u021bia a curs peste ani, cum curge aurul \u00een lingouri, man<br \/>\nca la banca na\u021bional\u0103 a dragostei, ca cerul \u00eenstelat \u00een gurile deschise<br \/>\nman, a curs peste mine o basculant\u0103 de ciment c\u00eend peste el<br \/>\ncurgea lumina din ochii ei, \u0219i eu am furat c\u0103r\u021bi de medicin\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i le-am v\u00eendut, iar el a fost cu iubita la mare, man, trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 crezi<br \/>\nc\u0103 a venit poezia, eu beam la bodeg\u0103, el citea poeme de lorca \u0219i eco<br \/>\niar eu doar beam \u0219i-mi calculam cum scot bani de la fat\u0103 \u0219i<br \/>\ntimpul a trecut, eu beau \u0219i fut, el e \u00eendr\u0103gostit \u0219i st\u0103 \u00een genunchi \u00een fa\u021ba femeilor<br \/>\neu le plesnesc, el le consoleaz\u0103, man, \u0219i nu am putere s\u0103-l opresc<br \/>\neu le \u00een\u0219el, el le cere de nevast\u0103, man. asta e intui\u021bia c\u0103 suntem doi<br \/>\ndou\u0103 caractere diferite, complementare, care ne lupt\u0103m pentru suprema\u021bie<br \/>\n\u00een acela\u0219i corp, \u00een aceea\u0219i minte, \u00een acela\u0219i mine.<br \/>\n\u0219i el m\u0103 sugrum\u0103 \u00een somn \u0219i eu \u00eei z\u00eembesc, \u0219i z\u0103mbetul meu \u00eel face slab \u0219i la\u0219<br \/>\ndar p\u00een\u0103 acum din lupta asta am r\u0103mas am\u00eendoi singuri, f\u0103r\u0103 bani,<br \/>\nf\u0103r\u0103 viitor \u0219i el d\u0103 vina pe mine, c\u0103 el e cer puternic iar eu \u00eei r\u00eed \u00een fa\u021b\u0103<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 el are toate puterile, eu n-am dec\u00eet pu\u021bin\u0103 iubire, man<br \/>\nce pot s\u0103 zic, el are totul din mine, inclusiv durerea de a-mi lua via\u021ba<br \/>\n\u0219i c\u00eend apare cineva el se bucur\u0103 \u0219i eu pl\u00eeng \u0219i m\u0103 ia la \u0219uturi c\u00eet de slab sunt<br \/>\n\u0219i c\u00eend m\u0103 \u00eemboln\u0103vesc el \u00eemi d\u0103 votc\u0103 \u0219i curve de\u0219i eu vreau doar un ceai<br \/>\nadus de o femeie \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103 de el, dar care vrea s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00een\u0103 cu mine,<br \/>\ndar el toarn\u0103, man, pune \u0219i pune p\u00een\u0103 se pi\u0219\u0103 pe mine \u0219i ia totul<br \/>\n\u0219i c\u00eend sunt cu o femeie spune c\u0103 gata, e prea t\u00eerziu, am gre\u0219it suficient, man.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>mult\u0103 lume<\/strong><br \/>\nmult\u0103 lume nu \u00een\u021belege ce spun<br \/>\nnici poezia mea. pentru c\u0103 nu trece prin acelea\u0219i st\u0103ri<br \/>\nca mine. \u0219i e drept, \u00een via\u021ba mea sunt doar eu. singur cum e\u0219ti \u00een co\u0219ciug.<br \/>\nsunt singur \u00een poezia mea, cu via\u021ba<br \/>\nmea ca oricare alt poet.<br \/>\naud \u0219i eu cum cre\u0219te iarba, dar pe alt\u0103 muzic\u0103, mul\u021bumesc geo.<br \/>\nsunt iubit<br \/>\nde trei pisici.<br \/>\nfiecare cuv\u00eent pe care \u00eel scriu, fiecare vorb\u0103, liter\u0103<br \/>\ne o b\u0103taie de inim\u0103. a\u0219a mor eu.<br \/>\nnu e nici o p\u0103rere de r\u0103u.<br \/>\nmor \u0219i pentru tine, pe gratis.<br \/>\nse spune gratuit, dar \u00een fine.<br \/>\nd\u0103-mi un pahar, \u0219tiu, las\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eel umplu eu<br \/>\ncu vorbe, cu spa\u021biu, cu timp,<br \/>\ncu nemurire.<br \/>\na\u0219a mor eu.<br \/>\nnu mai am ochi, dar am o d\u00eer\u0103 pe suflet.<br \/>\ns\u0103 sper\u0103m c\u0103 e a ta.<br \/>\nnu sunt poet pentru c\u0103 sunt muritor.<br \/>\ndar tu, care m\u0103 cite\u0219ti dup\u0103 moartea mea, tu<br \/>\nsupravie\u021buitorule,<br \/>\nai poezia \u00een tine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In This Together \u0219tii, man, exist\u0103 mereu o intui\u021bie c\u0103 nu suntem cine ar trebui s\u0103 fim, c\u0103 eu \u00een castelul cu col\u021bi de femeie nu sunt regele ca \u00een ostroveni c\u00eend am furat ma\u0219ina, nu man, nu eram eu dar am furat ma\u0219ina ca s\u0103 ajung la bac \u0219i bacul l-am 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