{"id":14150,"date":"2022-04-21T07:55:34","date_gmt":"2022-04-21T05:55:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14150"},"modified":"2022-04-18T21:59:39","modified_gmt":"2022-04-18T19:59:39","slug":"poeme-de-paul-chetreanu-don","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14150","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Paul Chetreanu-Don"},"content":{"rendered":"

Abatorul fericirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Se nasc cadavrele din carnea putrezit\u0103 a mizeriei emo\u021bionale<\/p>\n

\u00cen ABATOR<\/em><\/strong> se taie fericirea \u00een buc\u0103\u021bi de plumb depresogene<\/p>\n

Preadami\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i pierd \u00een animale ultima f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de credin\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Iar \u00een epifania nocturn\u0103 a vie\u021bii, creaturile \u00ee\u0219i url\u0103 moartea-n chin.<\/p>\n

Se at\u00e2rn\u0103 \u00een c\u00e2rlige ruginite nemurirea ultimei cine de tain\u0103<\/p>\n

Unde s\u00e2ngele se bea din pocalul abisal al finitudinii eterne<\/p>\n

Hr\u0103nind infernul presupus al vie\u021bii cu carnea ve\u0219ted\u0103 din vid.<\/p>\n

\u00cen farfurii se gust\u0103 dulce, avorturi din comoara con\u0219tiin\u021bei,<\/p>\n

Se gust\u0103 oamenii \u00eentre ei, t\u0103ind din sufletele zeilor apu\u0219i<\/p>\n

Buc\u0103\u021bi din frageda necrofilie, unde saliva se scurgea \u00een conflagra\u021bii<\/p>\n

\u0218i ambrozia de fiere \u00ee\u0219i scald\u0103 \u00een\u021belepciunea \u00een nihilismul \u0219optit<\/p>\n

Iar \u00een constructul fiin\u021bei se gangrena un carnivor lihnit de moarte.<\/p>\n

Prin minte mai at\u00e2rn\u0103 doar cadavre \u00eencol\u021bite de pofta muribund\u0103<\/p>\n

Ce umple demonii l\u0103untrici \u00een faze neuitate ale crimelor pasionale<\/p>\n

Sufletul l\u0103sat \u00een sanatoriu, se umple \u0219i el doar de-o boal\u0103 necurabil\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i \u00een inim\u0103 se na\u0219te ura infinit\u0103 din abisul defect al maternit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Na\u0219tem doar fiii mor\u021bi ai propriei goliciuni transpus\u0103 \u00een nulitate<\/p>\n

Pierdu\u021bi \u00een umbra vie\u021bii ne ofilim crea\u021bia avortat\u0103 \u00een co\u0219ciug<\/p>\n

Ca ni\u0219te le\u0219uri transcendente prelinse \u00eentr-un altar sub fl\u0103c\u0103ri<\/p>\n

Iar fericirea absorbit\u0103 \u00een ABATOR<\/em><\/strong>, vomeaz\u0103 fierea omului modern.<\/p>\n

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Dedesubturi abisale<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Din dedesubturi abisale, cadavrul s-a n\u0103scut din moarte<\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2ntul muceg\u0103it atrofia cu putrefac\u021bie g\u00e2ndurile astupate,<\/p>\n

Durerea se r\u0103sfir\u0103 prin toate re\u021belele existen\u021biale ramificate<\/p>\n

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Chinuitor se str\u0103b\u0103tea c\u0103l\u0103toria efemer\u0103 a omenirii<\/p>\n

\u00cen care ochii se sufocau de cu\u0219ca neclintit\u0103 a finitudinii,<\/p>\n

Timpul dispers\u00e2ndu-\u0219i scurgerea interminabil\u0103 a incertitudinii.<\/p>\n

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El se metamorfoza \u00eentr-o ghear\u0103 otr\u0103vitoare a sufletului.<\/p>\n

Goliciunea emo\u021bional\u0103 \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-se p\u00e2n\u0103 pe culmile nihilului,<\/p>\n

Pustietatea interioar\u0103 devenind o stare a normalului.<\/p>\n

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Omul \u00ee\u0219i pierdea constructul fiin\u021bei, izol\u00e2ndu-se afectiv,<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n solitudine, abisul sterp devenea un antidepresiv<\/p>\n

Ca o insula \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de tot golul \u0219i ad\u00e2ncul fictiv.<\/p>\n

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Imagina\u021bia se zb\u0103tea \u00een convulsii prin scrisul rigid,<\/p>\n

Unde strofele \u0219i rimele z\u0103ceau obosite ca un creator frigid<\/p>\n

Ce \u00ee\u0219i distrugea opera \u00een jocul l\u0103untric al sufletului algicid.<\/p>\n

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Colile r\u0103m\u00e2neau albe \u0219i negre, \u00eentr-o antagonie visceral\u0103,<\/p>\n

Unde spa\u021biul dintre creator \u0219i crea\u021bie, c\u0103sca suferin\u021ba n\u0103t\u0103ral\u0103<\/p>\n

Omor\u00e2nd alchimia epileptic\u0103, din dezgustata inim\u0103 puerperal\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Un le\u0219 se n\u0103\u0219tea defragmentat \u00een interiorul meu obtuz<\/p>\n

E lini\u0219te, sunt mort, nimic nu mai \u00eemi pare acum confuz.<\/p>\n

Din dedesubturi abisale, nasc un avort dintr-un abuz.<\/p>\n

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Carnagiul exist\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Morm\u00e2ntul invizibil al timpului<\/p>\n

tran\u0219eaz\u0103 carnea ve\u0219tejit\u0103 a fiin\u021bei<\/p>\n

toc\u00e2nd \u00een menghina abisului etern<\/p>\n

f\u0103ptura defect\u0103 a creatorului nebun.<\/p>\n

Peste oase doar r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021be de mu\u0219chi atrofia\u021bi<\/p>\n

ce at\u00e2rn\u0103 \u00een cartilajele proceselor de con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103…<\/p>\n

mai ciugule\u0219te c\u00e2te-un corb din mine<\/p>\n

r\u0103nindu-mi rana ad\u00e2ncit\u0103-n timp.<\/p>\n

Descompunerea progresiv\u0103 m\u0103 duce la dezintegrare<\/p>\n

buc\u0103\u021bi din fiin\u021b\u0103 se \u00eenfig \u00een suli\u021bele abisului<\/p>\n

prevestind carnagiul exist\u0103rii mele…<\/p>\n

cranii cad, sufletul dispare \u00een neant<\/p>\n

s\u00e2ngele fiind ultima surs\u0103 de hidratare<\/p>\n

pu\u021bin c\u00e2te pu\u021bin, carnagiul m\u0103 devor\u0103<\/p>\n

ca viermii culpabiliz\u0103rii care-mi ies din \u021beast\u0103.<\/p>\n

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

Chinul de a fi <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Proximitatea absurdit\u0103\u021bii conspir\u0103 cu sufletul,<\/p>\n

de pe acoperi\u0219ul con\u0219tiin\u021bei orfane<\/p>\n

cad \u021bigle umplute de culp\u0103 \u00een cavou.<\/p>\n

Groapa se umple de viciile exercitate<\/p>\n

cuprinz\u00e2nd singur\u0103tatea sf\u00e2\u0219iat\u0103-n arogan\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

unde pietrele t\u0103ioase de pe inima rece<\/p>\n

alunec\u0103 \u00een umbra r\u0103zvr\u0103tit\u0103-n ur\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een care finalul anagramei existen\u021biale<\/p>\n

se desp\u0103r\u021bea de tunelul timpului \u00eenchis<\/p>\n

izol\u00e2nd epicentrul pamfletizat al fiin\u021bei<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o confesiune a unui fream\u0103t \u00een\u021belept<\/p>\n

ce l\u0103sa elogiul transfigura\u021biei umane<\/p>\n

crest\u00e2nd capcana infernului vital<\/p>\n

spre o dualitatea labirintic\u0103 confuz\u0103<\/p>\n

transpus\u0103 \u00een abisul ne\u00eentors din morminte<\/p>\n

\u00eentre chinul de a fi \u0219i cel de a muri.<\/p>\n

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Repulsii sanguine<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Din vene se revars\u0103 fierea peste societate<\/p>\n

cancerul cotidian cuprindea nemurirea<\/p>\n

grea\u021ba fiind singura tr\u0103ire ce domolea<\/p>\n

circul existen\u021bial al vie\u021bii umane.<\/p>\n

Abjectul de a fi om \u00een inumanitate<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u0219i scuip\u0103 slobozii procre\u0103rii patetici<\/p>\n

peste le\u0219urile amor\u021bite \u00een descompunere…<\/p>\n

\u00cen putrefac\u021bie se na\u0219te terna pace<\/p>\n

via\u021ba e un cancer de os morbid<\/p>\n

ce calcific\u0103 sufletul \u00eenghe\u021bat<\/p>\n

\u00een s\u00e2ngele \u00eent\u0103rit din sufletul gol<\/p>\n

ce erodeaz\u0103 scoar\u021ba fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103 a suferin\u021bei<\/p>\n

s\u0103p\u00e2nd h\u00e2rtoape spre abisul fiin\u021b\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

Mizeria e funda\u021bia structurii umane<\/p>\n

jegul mizerabil al constructului identit\u0103\u021bii<\/p>\n

e doar un zid odios de a ascunde<\/p>\n

disfmorfia interioar\u0103 a datului de a fi,<\/p>\n

un perete muceg\u0103it plin de ciuperci infectate<\/p>\n

cu o blenoragie sanguinic\u0103 a ADN-ului.<\/p>\n

Suntem ni\u0219te scursuri patologice cre\u0219tine<\/p>\n

ce ne plimb\u0103m \u00een canalizarea existen\u021bial\u0103<\/p>\n

a defeca\u021biei unui Dumnezeu mort<\/p>\n

ce \u0219i-a sp\u0103lat m\u00e2inile umplute de bacterii<\/p>\n

cre\u00e2nd virusul numit om.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Abatorul fericirii \u00a0 Se nasc cadavrele din carnea putrezit\u0103 a mizeriei emo\u021bionale \u00cen ABATOR se taie fericirea \u00een buc\u0103\u021bi de plumb depresogene Preadami\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i pierd \u00een animale ultima f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de credin\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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":[1566,13],"tags":[1567,1382,1114],"class_list":["post-14150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-72","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-72","tag-paul-chetreanu-don","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3Ge","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14150","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14150"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14151,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14150\/revisions\/14151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}