de Yussuf Khalid <\/p>\n
c\u00e2nd girafa cu joben
\n\u00eencepe s\u0103 c\u00e2nte melodia preferat\u0103,
\noamenii s-au \u00eencolonat militar
\npentru carnaval.
\n
\np\u0103rin\u0163i \u015fi copii se \u00eenghesuie
\n\u00een \u015firuri. ating soarele cu m\u00e2na,
\n\u015fi danseaz\u0103, \u015fi url\u0103, \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103.
\n\u00eentr-una din cu\u015fti dou\u0103 pantere
\nse \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 cu o for\u0163\u0103 care ar ucide orice om.
\nclovni m\u0103r\u015f\u0103luiesc \u015fi recit\u0103 poezii
\nde dragoste cu ritm caden\u0163at.
\ncopiii pl\u00e2ng sau r\u00e2d.
\nse tem \u015fi viseaz\u0103.
\np\u0103s\u0103ri albastre \u00ee\u015fi fac cuib
\npe capul oamenilor cu picioroange.
\nun fachir a uitat cum s\u0103 \u00eenghit\u0103 foc,
\n\u00ee\u015fi mestec\u0103 zilele, \u015fi nop\u0163ile,
\nle \u00eemparte \u00een dumica\u0163i pe care \u00eei a\u015feaz\u0103
\npe marginea drumului.
\noameni-lup mu\u015fc\u0103 dintr-o nev\u0103zut\u0103 lun\u0103,
\nneres\u0103rit\u0103, presupus\u0103, nebun\u0103.
\no feti\u0163\u0103 blond\u0103, poreclit\u0103 copil
\nse scobe\u015fte \u00een nas \u015fi casc\u0103.<\/p>\n
se apleac\u0103 cerul spre capetele oamenilor…
\n\u00een patru puncte, roller coaster-uri gigantice
\nsus\u0163in cerul cort \u015fi \u00eei deseneaz\u0103 amintiri,
\ncu praf \u015fi fum, \u015fi urletele copiilor.
\nnimeni nu aude cum un leu rage
\n\u015fi apoi face triluri.
\nun prezentator b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u015fi pinguin prezint\u0103
\nprogramul. copiii ron\u0163\u0103ie porumb,
\n\u015fi topesc \u00eencet, \u00eentre obraji, acadele.
\nal\u0163ii s-au \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een toate culorile
\nde vat\u0103 pe b\u0103\u0163.
\n\u00een camera oglinzilor intr\u0103 doar adul\u0163ii,
\nscrie pe un indicator la intrare.
\nfeti\u0163a blond\u0103 se furi\u015feaz\u0103 \u00een\u0103untru
\n\u015fi iese \u00eengrozit\u0103.
\nea n-a \u015ftiut niciodat\u0103 cum o cheam\u0103.
\nse a\u015feaz\u0103 pe o banc\u0103, pl\u00e2nge \u015fi casc\u0103.
\nadoarme pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd.
\n\u00een jurul ei, ni\u015fte pitici sap\u0103 un \u015fan\u0163
\ncare se umple cu lacrimi.
\nfeti\u0163a e declarat\u0103 castel.
\nprin\u0163i \u015fi ducese, \u00eemp\u0103ra\u0163i \u015fi regine
\nvin din toate col\u0163urile lumii
\n\u015fi vor s-o locuiasc\u0103.
\nfeti\u0163a doarme.
\ngheara imens\u0103 de deasupra mea
\n\u00eencepe s\u0103 se mi\u015fte,
\ncineva din mul\u0163ime \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencearc\u0103 norocul.
\nn-a fost s\u0103 ma prind\u0103,
\ndar un obiect, identic mie, este ridicat
\n\u015fi apoi cobor\u00e2t prin fanta aparatului.
\n“aici se c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103”, aud voci \u00een mul\u0163ime.
\nun iepura\u015f de plu\u015f,
\nun cub de-alabastru \u015fi masa t\u0103cerii
\nies din cutia cu ghear\u0103
\nc\u00e2\u015ftiga\u0163i de copii.
\nun avion, ca un desen animat
\n\u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie \u00een tot parcul semin\u0163e.
\nporumbei voiajori se opresc
\ndin drumul lor s\u0103 \u00eempart\u0103 flutura\u015fi
\n\u00een limba sard\u0103.
\nla ghereta cu tir, un copil aiurit
\n\u00eempu\u015fc\u0103 din gre\u015feal\u0103 soarele
\ncare se \u00eentinde \u015fi moare de trei ori,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd totul \u00eei iese perfect.
\noameni orbi se \u00eencoloneaz\u0103,
\nse iau de m\u00e2ini, aprind tor\u0163e,
\n\u015fi pornesc la v\u00e2n\u0103toare
\nde fiin\u0163e supranaturale.
\ncopiii \u00eei urmeaz\u0103 \u015fi traseaz\u0103, cu creta,
\nlinii lungi, perfecte, paralele.
\nfeti\u0163a-castel se lipe\u015fte cu fruntea
\nde cutia care m\u0103 locuie\u015fte,
\n\u00eemi face un semn ca o ghear\u0103,
\n\u015fi pleac\u0103 s\u0103 alerge
\npe toate str\u0103zile lumii
\ncu un ghiozdan \u00een spate.
\ndin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd obose\u015fte \u015fi casc\u0103 gura,
\nca o ghear\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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