{"id":15899,"date":"2025-09-14T23:20:40","date_gmt":"2025-09-14T21:20:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15899"},"modified":"2025-09-14T23:20:40","modified_gmt":"2025-09-14T21:20:40","slug":"poeme-de-martin-espada","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15899","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Mart\u00edn Espada"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: green;\">[egoRainbow]<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">traducere &amp; prezentare: Monica Manolachi<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Mart\u00edn Espada (n\u0103scut \u00een 1957, \u00een Brooklyn, New York) este unul dintre cei mai importan\u021bi poe\u021bi americani contemporani de origine portorican\u0103, cunoscut pentru modul cum transform\u0103 poezia \u00eentr-un instrument de justi\u021bie social\u0103. Fiu al unui fotograf \u0219i activist portorican pentru drepturi civile, Espada a crescut \u00eentr-un mediu \u00een care dominau con\u0219tiin\u021ba social\u0103 \u0219i lupta \u00eempotriva discrimin\u0103rii. \u00cenainte de deveni profesor universitar, a fost avocat pentru persoane cu venituri reduse, experien\u021b\u0103 care i-a marcat pregnant viziunea poetic\u0103. Volumele sale, premiate de-a lungul timpului, abordeaz\u0103 teme ca migra\u021bia, rasismul, memoria colectiv\u0103 \u0219i demnitatea uman\u0103. \u00cen prezent, pred\u0103 literatur\u0103 la Universitatea din Massachusetts Amherst, unde sprijin\u0103 formarea unor noi genera\u021bii de scriitori. Prin versurile sale, Espada \u00eembin\u0103 intimismul cu for\u021ba istoriei \u0219i activismul social.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lec\u021bie revolu\u021bionar\u0103 de limba spaniol\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>De fiecare dac\u0103 c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n<p>mi se pronun\u021b\u0103 numele gre\u0219it,<\/p>\n<p>vreau s\u0103-mi cump\u0103r un pistol de juc\u0103rie,<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103-mi pun ochelari de soare negri,<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103-mi trag bereta \u00eentr-o parte,<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103-mi piept\u0103n barba ascu\u021bit,<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103 deturnez un autobuz plin<\/p>\n<p>cu turi\u0219ti republicani<br \/>\ndin Wisconsin,<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103-i for\u021bez s\u0103 scandeze<\/p>\n<p>lozinci anti-americane<\/p>\n<p>\u00een spaniol\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i apoi a\u0219tept<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103 vin\u0103 echipa de b\u0103ie\u021bi bilingvi<\/p>\n<p>de la interven\u021bii speciale,<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103 aterizeze cu elicopterul<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 roage<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103 fiu rezonabil.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Iubitul meu g\u00e2ndac<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen vara \u00een care am dormit<\/p>\n<p>pe canapeaua luat\u0103 de la JC,<\/p>\n<p>umblau g\u00e2ndacii<\/p>\n<p>printre firele<\/p>\n<p>periu\u021bei mele de din\u021bi,<\/p>\n<p>n\u0103v\u0103leau g\u00e2ndacii<\/p>\n<p>din boxele stereo<\/p>\n<p>ale casetofonului.<\/p>\n<p>Am aprins lumina<\/p>\n<p>\u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie noaptea<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i am dat de Conven\u021bia<\/p>\n<p>Na\u021bional\u0103 Republican\u0103<\/p>\n<p>a g\u00e2ndacilor,<\/p>\n<p>cursa Indianapolis 500<\/p>\n<p>pentru g\u00e2ndaci.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00centr-o noapte am visat<\/p>\n<p>un g\u00e2ndac uria\u0219,<\/p>\n<p>s-a aplecat asupra mea,<\/p>\n<p>mi-a atins fa\u021ba<\/p>\n<p>cu antene bl\u00e2nde<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i mi-a \u0219optit <em>te iubesc<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>M-am trezit d\u00e2ndu-mi palme,<\/p>\n<p>m-am holbat prin \u00eentuneric<\/p>\n<p>ore \u00een \u0219ir, mi-am dat seama<\/p>\n<p>c\u0103 nu era dec\u00e2t un vis:<\/p>\n<p>g\u00e2ndacul<\/p>\n<p>nu m\u0103 iubea cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Tat\u0103l meu, o chitar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cardiologul i-a prescris<\/p>\n<p>un nou medicament<br \/>\n\u0219i l-a b\u0103tut pe tata la cap<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103 nu mai munceasc\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>dar tata i-a spus: <em>nu pot,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>nu m\u0103 las\u0103 proprietarul.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Pastilele pentru inim\u0103<\/p>\n<p>par ni\u0219te zaruri \u00een m\u00e2na lui tata,<\/p>\n<p>juc\u0103tor care are nevoie de bani<\/p>\n<p>p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00eent\u00e2i ale lunii.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen noaptea c\u00e2nd i-a murit mama<\/p>\n<p>departe, \u00een Puerto Rico,<\/p>\n<p>tata s-a ridicat brusc din pat,<\/p>\n<p>\u00eei bubuia inima<\/p>\n<p>ca pumnii cuiva \u00eentr-o u\u0219\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>venit cu soma\u021bie de evacuare.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>C\u00e2teva minute mai t\u00e2rziu,<\/p>\n<p>a bolborosit telefonul<\/p>\n<p>aduc\u00e2nd vestea decesului.<\/p>\n<p>Uneori visez<\/p>\n<p>c\u0103 tata este o chitar\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>cu o gaur\u0103 \u00een piept<\/p>\n<p>unde muzica palpit\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u00eentre degetele mele.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>B\u0103t\u0103u\u0219ul<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Boston, Massachusetts, 1987<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen sala de festivit\u0103\u021bi a \u0219colii,<\/p>\n<p>statuia lui Theodore Roosevelt<\/p>\n<p>pare nostalgic\u0103<\/p>\n<p>dup\u0103 r\u0103zboiul dintre spanioli \u0219i americani,<\/p>\n<p>fiecare pumn t\u00e2nje\u0219te dup\u0103 o sabie<\/p>\n<p>sau dup\u0103 fr\u00e2iele unor cai cu priviri chinuite<\/p>\n<p>sau dup\u0103 un podium z\u0103ng\u0103nind de discursuri<\/p>\n<p>prosl\u0103vind malaria cuceririi.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dar acum \u0219coala Roosevelt<\/p>\n<p>se nume\u0219te Hern\u00e1ndez.<\/p>\n<p>Puerto Rico l-a invadat pe Roosevelt<\/p>\n<p>cu armata sa de copii care c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een spaniol\u0103<\/p>\n<p>pe coridoare,<\/p>\n<p>copii ca ciocolata care devoreaz\u0103<\/p>\n<p>proviziile de la cantin\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>copii care \u00eei picteaz\u0103 pe str\u0103mo\u0219ii ta\u00edno<\/p>\n<p>s\u0103rind despuia\u021bi pe fresce.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Roosevelt e \u00eenconjurat<\/p>\n<p>de toate fe\u021bele<\/p>\n<p>pe care le-a respins odinioar\u0103 cu ur\u0103 eugenic\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>zic\u00e2ndu-le corcituri, cu pielea de o ras\u0103,<\/p>\n<p>iar p\u0103rul \u0219i pome\u021bii de alt\u0103 ras\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pe vremuri, pu\u0219ca\u0219ii marini m\u0103r\u0219\u0103luiau<\/p>\n<p>prin jurnalele de \u0219tiri din imagina\u021bia lui;<\/p>\n<p>acum, copiii pun la cale<\/p>\n<p>cum s\u0103-i dea cu graffiti multicolor<\/p>\n<p>pe musta\u021ba victorian\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u0219i pe 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