{"id":13810,"date":"2021-09-10T08:17:40","date_gmt":"2021-09-10T06:17:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13810"},"modified":"2021-09-15T08:17:51","modified_gmt":"2021-09-15T06:17:51","slug":"poeme-de-monica-manolachi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13810","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Monica Manolachi"},"content":{"rendered":"

Diminea\u021b<\/strong>\u0103<\/strong> de septembrie<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen ziua c\u00e2nd m-am pref\u0103cut \u00een mierl\u0103,<\/p>\n

destinul meu a fost pecetluit. Ie\u0219isem pe balcon,<\/p>\n

era devreme, pe la cinci, lumea din cartier dormea.<\/p>\n

Eram \u00een uniform\u0103, ghiozdanul preg\u0103tit,<\/p>\n

\u0219i a\u0219teptam senin\u0103 ora de plecare.<\/p>\n

Am ap\u0103sat pe clapele triolei \u0219i au venit \u00een zbor<\/p>\n

vr\u0103biu\u021be, pi\u021bigoi, \u021b\u00e2\u0219neau dintre blocuri,<\/p>\n

din gr\u0103dini, cioc\u00e2rlii, privighetori, r\u00e2ndunele.<\/p>\n

B\u0103t\u0103i de aripi \u0219i b\u0103t\u0103i de inimi.<\/p>\n

O lini\u0219te total\u0103, ca de un \u00eenceput de lume.<\/p>\n

Stelele se stingeau pe cerul nop\u021bii<\/p>\n

\u0219i a\u0219a au \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi creasc\u0103 negre pene.<\/p>\n

Cu prima raz\u0103, soarele mi-a luat uniforma.<\/p>\n

Cu a doua raz\u0103, pantofii \u0219i ghiozdanul.<\/p>\n

Ca \u00eentr-un vis copil\u0103resc, oasele mi s-au golit.<\/p>\n

Deodat\u0103, bra\u021bele \u00ee\u0219i amintir\u0103 ce e zborul,<\/p>\n

iar buza mi s-a \u00eent\u0103rit, s-a ascu\u021bit<\/p>\n

\u0219i am scos f\u0103r\u0103 de veste primul tril sfios.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 mic\u0219oram treptat \u0219i am s\u0103rit pe balustrad\u0103.<\/p>\n

Lumina m\u0103 orbea. \u00cen jur vuia un cor:<\/p>\n

Haide, zboar\u0103, zboar\u0103 sus de tot!<\/em><\/p>\n

\u0218i am l\u0103sat \u00een urm\u0103 fata care m\u0103 privea,<\/p>\n

tare uimit\u0103, cu triola \u00eentre m\u00e2ini.<\/p>\n

Ce frumos e s\u0103 zbori<\/em>, mi-am zis,<\/p>\n

\u00een timp ce luam viraje peste acoperi\u0219uri<\/p>\n

pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 turturele, grauri, porumbei.<\/p>\n

V\u0103zute din v\u0103zduh, aleile \u0219i blocurile,<\/p>\n

\u0219coala \u0219i Pia\u021ba Re\u0219i\u021ba mi-au t\u0103iat r\u0103suflarea.<\/p>\n

\u00centreg ora\u0219ul, drumul european E85,<\/p>\n

Siretul \u0219i ogr\u0103zile bunicilor se \u00eentindeau<\/p>\n

\u00een fa\u021ba mea ca \u00een picturile flamande.<\/p>\n

Au urmat furtun\u0103, ploi, mu\u021benie, spaime<\/p>\n

cu furie amestecate, dar cale de \u00eentors nu mai era.<\/p>\n

\u00cen alt\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103, am sim\u021bit un \u021bip\u0103t<\/p>\n

sfredelindu-mi trupul, o voce f\u0103r\u0103 de cuvinte,<\/p>\n

sunete stranii \u2013 dar nu \u0219i pentru mine \u2013<\/p>\n

\u0219i, fericit\u0103 peste poate, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 c\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Aleea Libert\u0103<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>ii <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Hoin\u0103rim pe o alee lung\u0103, lini\u0219tit\u0103,<\/p>\n

cu o sut\u0103 de b\u0103nci noi instalate ici \u0219i colo.<\/p>\n

Umbl\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi de la una la alta, silabisind<\/p>\n

acela\u0219i cuv\u00e2nt, libertate<\/em>, inscrip\u021bionat<\/p>\n

pe fiecare sp\u0103tar, de fiecare dat\u0103 \u00een alt\u0103 limb\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ca un \u0219arpe trece kilometrul de semne bizare<\/p>\n

printre rare flori de \u00eenchisoare,<\/p>\n

mucuri de \u021bigar\u0103 \u0219i copii cu trotinete.<\/p>\n

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St\u00e2lpii de iluminat cu panou solar<\/p>\n

ne salut\u0103 \u0219i se uit\u0103 la ceas.<\/p>\n

\u00cen urma noastr\u0103, necunoscu\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Murmur\u0103 nume de exotice flori.<\/p>\n

Ne oprim, se opresc \u0219i ei.<\/p>\n

Ne gr\u0103bim, se gr\u0103besc \u0219i ei.<\/p>\n

Ne \u00eentoarcem spre ei. Nimeni.<\/p>\n

Doar \u0219tir \u0219i volbur\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Se las\u0103 noaptea, mor\u021bii se adun\u0103 \u00een parc.<\/p>\n

Din toate z\u0103rile se apropie,<\/p>\n

silen\u021bio\u0219i, familiari, intangibili.<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i las\u0103 \u00een iarb\u0103 rucsacii plini cu stele.<\/p>\n

Se apropie de ap\u0103 \u0219i beau.<\/p>\n

Unii scot fotografii \u0219i stau la pove\u0219ti.<\/p>\n

Al\u021bii ne fac de departe semne<\/p>\n

ca ni\u0219te zmeie luminoase r\u0103mase pe cer.<\/p>\n

Unii mor\u021bi ne vor \u00eenso\u021bi acas\u0103,<\/p>\n

vor deschide ferestre, u\u0219i, sertare, laptop,<\/p>\n

vor citi mesajele pe care ni le-au trimis,<\/p>\n

amintindu-\u0219i ce mult ne-au iubit.<\/p>\n

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Adev\u0103rul e un pod \u00eentre lumea noastr\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i lumea de dincolo, o banc\u0103<\/p>\n

pe care nu scrie nimic \u0219i nu ai voie s\u0103 te a\u0219ezi.<\/p>\n

St\u00e2lpii de iluminat intoneaz\u0103 cuvinte str\u0103ine<\/p>\n

\u00een limbi de care n-am auzit niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

P\u0103\u0219im pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 \u0219tir \u0219i volbur\u0103,<\/p>\n

ascult\u0103m incanta\u021bia celor nev\u0103zu\u021bi<\/p>\n

\u0219i ne trezim noaptea din vis<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd ne apar vocifer\u00e2nd mira\u021bi:<\/p>\n

Voi oare cine sunte\u021bi?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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