{"id":14229,"date":"2022-06-14T09:21:34","date_gmt":"2022-06-14T07:21:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14229"},"modified":"2022-06-13T21:24:05","modified_gmt":"2022-06-13T19:24:05","slug":"poeme-de-gabi-gabrinov","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14229","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Gabi Gabrinov"},"content":{"rendered":"

Anatomia sufletului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pe c\u00e2nd lacrimile nim\u0103nui \u00eemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie geamul,<\/p>\n

\u00eemi ridic privirea spre cerul greu, ce\u0163os,<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103-ntreb: oare c\u00e2te universuri<\/p>\n

\u00eencap \u00eentr-un suflet gol?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2te c\u0103r\u0103ri \u00eel str\u0103bat, lungi \u015fi repezi<\/p>\n

ca venele violet prin care alearg\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u00e2nge cald, vitezoman,<\/p>\n

\u015fi c\u00e2te insule legate \u00eentre ele<\/p>\n

cu poduri \u015fubrede din amintiri,<\/p>\n

unele mai muceg\u0103ite dec\u00e2t altele.<\/p>\n

Oare c\u00e2te castele \u00eencap \u00eentr-un suflet,<\/p>\n

b\u00e2ntuite de doruri \u015fi iubiri<\/p>\n

pentru ceva ce nu s-a descoperit \u00eenc\u0103?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2te jungle str\u0103vezii, pline cu creaturi t\u00e2r\u00e2toare,<\/p>\n

g\u00e2nduri b\u0103loase,<\/p>\n

concep\u0163ii veninoase,<\/p>\n

\u00eendoieli miriapode,<\/p>\n

frici otr\u0103vitoare,<\/p>\n

decep\u0163ii care mi\u015fun\u0103,<\/p>\n

ad\u00e2nc, ad\u00e2nc de tot?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2te priviri \u00eencap \u00eentr-un suflet?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t\u0103 durere poate intra \u00eentr-un sac f\u0103r\u0103 fund?<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci durerea macin\u0103, ca puroiul, \u015fi sap\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi infecteaz\u0103 tezaurul<\/p>\n

pus la p\u0103strare pe cele mai \u00eenalte rafturi,<\/p>\n

cufere pline cu iubire nestemat\u0103,<\/p>\n

cu bl\u00e2nde\u0163e nestr\u0103mutat\u0103 \u015fi grij\u0103,<\/p>\n

cu r\u0103bdare dezl\u00e2nat\u0103,<\/p>\n

cu speran\u0163\u0103 m\u0103cinat\u0103 fin, ca nuca de cocos,<\/p>\n

cu o c\u00e2mpie f\u0103r\u0103 hotar pe care<\/p>\n

visurile cresc ca buruienile,<\/p>\n

iar \u00een mijlocul ei, un singur copac,<\/p>\n

coroana-i ca o \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fare de urs,<\/p>\n

coace fructele bucuriilor,<\/p>\n

cre\u015fte florile am\u0103girilor,<\/p>\n

iar pe ramurile sale stau cuib\u0103rite<\/p>\n

coconuri \u015fi crisalide \u00een care dorm idei,<\/p>\n

care or s\u0103 creasc\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi \u015fi-or s\u0103 devin\u0103 fluturi.<\/p>\n

Oare c\u00e2t\u0103 via\u0163\u0103, neagr\u0103 \u015fi amar\u0103 ca o noapte neiubit\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u015fi c\u00e2t\u0103 moarte, alb\u0103 \u015fi zaharisit\u0103 ca o zi de iarn\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eencap \u00eentr-un suflet de om?<\/p>\n

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Nimicul<\/strong><\/p>\n

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M\u00e2inile \u0163es\u0103torului de pove\u015fti lucreaz\u0103 ne\u00eencetat, la foc automat.<\/p>\n

Inima lui pompeaz\u0103 imagini, mintea lui \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103 melodii<\/p>\n

pe care urechile nu le aud.<\/p>\n

El are puterea de a da form\u0103 nimicului, de a modela<\/p>\n

ceva ce nu este acolo,<\/p>\n

dar care trebuie adus;<\/p>\n

trebuie smuls din tainele vechi, ad\u0103postite sub pleoapa timpului,<\/p>\n

contopit cu iluzii proaspete,<\/p>\n

fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat cu s\u00e2rguin\u0163\u0103, ca o past\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eentins \u00een r\u00e2nduri dezordonate,<\/p>\n

pe fire de idei dezarticulate,<\/p>\n

scr\u00e2ntind \u00een grab\u0103 normele oricui le-a inventat,<\/p>\n

trebuie l\u0103sat la uscat sub suflarea lunii,<\/p>\n

apoi t\u0103iat \u00een forme de fluturi f\u0103r\u0103 aripi,<\/p>\n

a\u015fezat \u00een co\u015fule\u0163e \u00eempletite din \u00eendoieli \u015fi risipiri,<\/p>\n

acoperit bine cu frici, l\u0103sat la dospit,<\/p>\n

apoi \u00eenmuiat \u00een soare, ca s\u0103 str\u0103luceasc\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u015fi copt \u00een v\u0103p\u0103ile agoniilor, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce<\/p>\n

rumen \u015fi crocant,<\/p>\n

poate fi scos \u015fi pudrat<\/p>\n

\u015fi trebuie s\u0103 aib\u0103 gust de art\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Defini\u0163ia fericirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Fericirea e sunetul ploii de prim\u0103var\u0103 lovind frunzele copacilor,<\/p>\n

e fumul care \u00eenvele\u015fte burta cerului, care despic\u0103 durerea \u015fi o consum\u0103,<\/p>\n

care apas\u0103 peste cei care tr\u0103iesc, de\u015fi nu mai tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n

\u00a0E o not\u0103 de pian captiv\u0103 \u00eentr-o capsul\u0103 cu miros de cafea proasp\u0103t\u0103, dup\u0103-amiaza t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n

E z\u00e2mbetul cuiva care \u0163i-a f\u0103cut bine \u015fi care \u00ee\u0163i \u0163ine pumnii pe mai departe.<\/p>\n

E distan\u0163a dintre dou\u0103 b\u0103t\u0103i de inim\u0103.<\/p>\n

E o plimbare prin gr\u0103dina sufletului t\u0103u, \u00een prim\u0103vara de dup\u0103 iad,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd plesnesc mugurii vindec\u0103rii \u015fi \u00eenfloresc bobocii uit\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

Fericirea e \u015fi ea tot un soi de durere, sau poate un soi de lini\u015fte,<\/p>\n

care se simte pu\u0163in amar\u0103, dar care vine cu o adiere curat\u0103, care m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103lze\u015fte r\u0103nile deschise,<\/p>\n

ce \u00eenc\u0103 ustur\u0103.<\/p>\n

Fericirea e o umplere de inim\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd, sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd molatic,<\/p>\n

realizezi c\u0103 e\u015fti un nimic \u00eentre at\u00e2tea altele, c\u0103 nu ai nimic, c\u0103 nu mai vrei nimic, \u015fi, cumva, ai totul.<\/p>\n

Ai prezentul, clipa de acum, ai r\u0103coarea, ai \u015fansa s\u0103-\u0163i tragi sufletul.<\/p>\n

Ai dep\u0103rtarea de partea ta,<\/p>\n

ai puterea s\u0103 transformi fluturarea de gene dintre aici \u015fi acolo \u00eentr-un scut de fier.<\/p>\n

Fericirea e apa ce se scurge pe \u0163igla roas\u0103 \u00een clipa \u00een care sim\u0163i, cu p\u0103rere de r\u0103u,<\/p>\n

c\u0103 n-ai cum s\u0103 dai timpul \u00eenapoi, \u015fi trebuie s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u015fti,<\/p>\n

cu toate gre\u015felile pe care le-ai f\u0103cut,<\/p>\n

\u00a0cu toate alegerile, cu toate chinurile, pove\u015ftile, amintirile, tr\u0103irile, adunate \u00eentr-un sac de p\u00e2nz\u0103 c\u00e2rpit, purtat \u00een c\u00e2rca v\u00e2ntului c\u0103tre z\u0103ri care nu se mai v\u0103d.<\/p>\n

Fericirea e un oftat de p\u0103p\u0103die.<\/p>\n

\u00a0O coard\u0103 de chitar\u0103, un c\u00e2mp reav\u0103n, plin cu maci, o p\u0103tur\u0103 pufoas\u0103, o reu\u015fit\u0103,<\/p>\n

o amintire sughi\u0163\u00e2nd prin vreun col\u0163 \u00eentunecat al sufletului.<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci sufletul omului e un sac f\u0103r\u0103 fund, \u00een care \u00eencape un infinit de dureri \u015fi bucurii,<\/p>\n

un infinit de emo\u0163ii \u015fi tr\u0103iri.<\/p>\n

Fericirea \u00eemboboce\u015fte \u00eentr-o privire, se na\u015fte dintr-un sur\u00e2s, moare \u00eentr-o amintire.<\/p>\n

Fericirea e dansul unor fulgi de z\u0103pad\u0103, \u00een lini\u015ftea \u00eencremenit\u0103 a nop\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

E bolta de vie din curtea bunicilor, e o julitur\u0103 \u00een genunchi atunci c\u00e2nd cazi de pe biciclet\u0103,<\/p>\n

e cartea din care r\u0103sar, atunci c\u00e2nd o deschizi, dragoni \u015fi fe\u0163i frumo\u015fi \u015fi vr\u0103jitoare g\u00e2rbovite.<\/p>\n

Fericirea e un cr\u00e2mpei din lumina serii, \u00eempletit cu r\u0103coarea nefireasc\u0103 a zorilor.<\/p>\n

E lini\u015ftea de la cap\u0103tul tuturor furtunilor care n-au \u00eenceput \u00eenc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Fericirea e o clip\u0103 oarecare, \u00eentr-o zi oarecare, \u00eentr-un loc oarecare, oricare loc de sub soare,<\/p>\n

atunci c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0163i la\u015fi deoparte toate frustr\u0103rile, grijile, durerile, problemele,<\/p>\n

atunci c\u00e2nd la\u015fi \u00een urm\u0103 rutina, via\u0163a de zi cu zi, lumea muritorilor, realitatea, \u015fi te ridici deasupra trupului t\u0103u, deasupra casei, deasupra ma\u015finilor, str\u0103zilor,<\/p>\n

\u015fi te \u00eenal\u0163i, privind cu jind spre cerul tulbure, spumos, inspiri cu nesa\u0163 parfumul de ploaie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, \u015fi \u015ftii cine e\u015fti \u015fi de ce e\u015fti.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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