s\u0103 fie mereu aer \u00een jur.
\ns\u0103 avem spa\u0163iu, via\u0163\u0103, curaj.
\ns\u0103 ne petrecem clipele acolo unde suntem.
\ns\u0103 putem privi orizontul de sus \u00een jos.
\ns\u0103 g\u0103sim drumul spre cas\u0103, cuibul, patul iubitei exact c\u00e2nd e nevoie \u015fi chiar cu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi.
\ns\u0103 auzim marea, eclipsa, c\u0103derea fulgilor de nea, c\u00e2ntecul unui prieten, c\u0103derea serii.
\ns\u0103 nu \u00eemi stea ceasul.
\n
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 pierd \u015fi dac\u0103 m\u0103 pierd s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u0103sesc \u00eentreg.
\ns\u0103 fie cel pu\u0163in dou\u0103 stele pe cer.
\n\u00eenapoi s\u0103 fie exact ca \u00eenainte.
\ns\u0103 mor \u00een somn.<\/p>\n
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Vocale vulpi<\/strong><\/p>\n mai rulez un timp \u00een gol sub t\u0103lpi cr\u0103patul timp vagi voci, vocale virgule, virgine vapoare v\u0103rgate, v\u0103g\u0103uni v\u0103duvite volante vulpi vara lui 44<\/strong><\/p>\n trecuse de vara lui ’44 cu oleg te jucam la poker ana se iubea pe furi\u015f ar mai fi de vorbit despre pace andante- ireversibil<\/strong><\/p>\n ba vom tr\u0103i \u00een reversuri drag\u0103 prieten\u0103 Absolutul unei poze<\/strong><\/p>\n absolut tu poza – minus infinit<\/strong><\/p>\n sunt un proletar surd acum via\u0163a povestit\u0103 invers<\/strong><\/p>\n o s\u0103 trat\u0103m b\u00e2lb\u00e2iala ta cu \u015ftreangul meu numele tau, sotto voce<\/strong><\/p>\n oroare e ca \u015fi cum am vorbi Dupa Vicenza, mi\u015fcari telurice<\/strong><\/p>\n \u015ftii c\u0103 nu mai fac fa\u0163\u0103 la impetuoasa ta urcare pe golgota? plecare, allegro con brio<\/strong><\/p>\n stau at\u00e2rnat, boccelit de plecare. tu desenezi cu unghia o patrie scripet de vagon pe care mi\u015fun\u0103 crabii de noapte din umbre vechi de cimitir menuet polifonic<\/strong><\/p>\n vezi m\u0103 lupt cu umbra volatil\u0103 ei \u015fi ? mourir d’amour<\/strong><\/p>\n te \u00eemping la marginea h\u00e2rtiei o zi fara poezie<\/strong><\/p>\n uite, a mai trecut o zi zece- Final, duende cu cap decapitat<\/strong><\/p>\n aceste preten\u0163ii sunt absurde utopii cioplite \u00een piatr\u0103 de Adrian Grauenfels cu fotografii de Tibick Indrikova Rug\u0103ciune de sear\u0103 s\u0103 fie mereu aer \u00een jur. s\u0103 avem spa\u0163iu, via\u0163\u0103, curaj. s\u0103 ne petrecem clipele acolo unde suntem. s\u0103 putem privi orizontul de sus \u00een jos. s\u0103 g\u0103sim drumul spre cas\u0103, cuibul, patul iubitei exact c\u00e2nd e nevoie \u015fi chiar cu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi. s\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[87,9,1114],"class_list":["post-362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-7","category-poezie","tag-adrian-grauenfels","tag-egophobia-22","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-5Q","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362","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=362"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":616,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362\/revisions\/616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nscr\u00e2\u015fnind nisip \u00een gur\u0103 gumarabic
\ncastelul de nisip s-a pr\u0103bu\u015fit de mult
\ndoar scoica periferic\u0103 mai mi\u015fc\u0103 <\/p>\n
\ncr\u0103pate \u00eemi sunt buzele
\nde at\u00e2ta \u015fi at\u00e2ta solitudine
\nce clar\u0103 surprinz\u0103toare umbra ta peste umbra mea
\ncoco\u015fat\u0103 crispat\u0103 calcinat\u0103 cript\u0103 <\/p>\n
\n\u015fi de ce s\u0103 nu pun c\u0103r\u0163ile pe foc?
\nmitologia s-a terminat cu venus
\n\u015fi muntele t\u0103u e plin de p\u0103cate
\n\u015fi seara asta miroase toat\u0103 a e\u015fafod…<\/p>\n
\n\u015ftiu asta precis \u00eemi intrase un cui \u00een picior
\ntoamna \u015fchiop\u0103tam dup\u0103 tine
\ntu erai cu oleg \u015fi oleg te prezenta
\nunor tipi mai snobi ca mine
\nla petreceri studen\u0163e\u015fti c\u00e2nd s\u00e2nii \u00ee\u0163i sc\u0103pau pe-afar\u0103
\n\u015ftiai exact ce-ademene\u015fti<\/p>\n
\nchiar ro\u015fcovan cum eram \u015fi timid
\nl-ai culcat pe serj \u00eentre noi
\nr\u00e2deai g\u00e2dilat\u0103 la t\u0103lpi \u015fi invers
\ncurgeau pe pere\u0163i ceasuri de dali
\nchiar timpul picura un pic pervers<\/p>\n
\ncu alte dou\u0103 egrete
\nera\u0163i frumoase ce s\u0103 zic
\nin zbor virtual planau regrete<\/p>\n
\nr\u0103zboiul se terminase de mult
\npiciorul mi se vindecase-n 46
\neu tot speram s\u0103 te-nt\u00e2lnesc z\u00e2mbind la \u015fase <\/p>\n
\ncu barba mirosind a lagun\u0103
\ncu scoici \u00een p\u0103r, bezmetice vedenii parcelate
\nmonumente funerare trase de cai invers \u00eenh\u0103ma\u0163i
\n\u00eenaripa\u0163i, dar lega\u0163i de picioare
\nfl\u0103m\u00e2nzi, dar prea nobili de a o spune
\nmustind a dragoste din ochi
\ngata de r\u0103zboi spartan
\ndus pentru tine chiar 200 de ani de va fi nevoie
\n\u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 20 ca s\u0103 oprim simbolurile ce ne invadeaz\u0103
\nspa\u0163iul scolastic
\nteritoriul euclidian
\nmasa la barul unor defunc\u0163i str\u0103mo\u015fi
\npaharul cu votc\u0103 \u015fi praf de fri\u015fc\u0103
\nz\u00e2mbetul codi\u0163elor tale at\u00e2t de blond banal
\nuit\u0103-te \u00een patul unui poet
\ncu miros de revolu\u0163ie
\npoet ce scrie doar cu m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103
\npove\u015fti exotice \u00een care eu mor \u015fi
\ntu dispari defiecaredat\u0103. <\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/i158.photobucket.com\/albums\/t103\/egophobia\/22\/poe22-04_1.png?w=500\")
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\nabsolut eu votca
\npicioarele mele de rinocer f\u0103cute din zale de c\u0103rbune
\nochii t\u0103i pe tavan
\ns\u00e2ngele fiert, \u00eentre noi ura
\n\u00eemi pierd timpul pe anchete cu fierul ro\u015fu
\nm\u0103 b\u00e2ntuie un dor de ghilotin\u0103
\ntrec nori galbeni prin pantalonii mei de piele roas\u0103
\nai clei?
\nai cuie de r\u0103stignire ?
\n\u015fi eu merg ca tine de-a-nd\u0103ratelea
\ncu ficatul tras pe targ\u0103
\ncu memoria filtrat\u0103 de satrapi ra\u015fi \u00een cap
\nst\u00e2rvuri ple\u015fuve a\u015ftept\u00e2nd \u00eemp\u0103ierea
\ncurvele sp\u0103l\u00e2ndu-se una pe alta
\nziarele golite de pornografie
\neu pe cine s\u0103 cred?<\/p>\n
\n\u00eemi g\u00e2rbojesc destinul ca s\u0103 intre \u00een sticl\u0103
\nSOS
\nstau ag\u0103\u0163at de ultima creang\u0103 a probabilului
\nminus infinit e chiar minor
\n\u015fi nu m\u0103 mai sperie ca \u00eenainte de a te cunoa\u015fte
\nsimt ape freatice ce m\u0103 duc spre tine Odessa
\nsimt galbenul unor pedepse am\u00e2nate
\n\u015fi sacul cu pove\u015fti furate
\ngol e
\ngol
\ngolu\u0163
\nde\u015fertul se pierde \u00een umbra promisiunilor
\ndoar c\u0103mila mea mai rumeg\u0103 un pic din zare gol<\/p>\n
\nun condamnat la moarte devine lucid
\nmai t\u00e2n\u0103r \u015fi cu mult mai frumos
\n\u00ee\u015fi d\u0103 seama c\u0103 \u015ftie o matematic\u0103 perfect complex\u0103
\nc\u0103 vorbe\u015fte fluent sute de limbi stinse
\nc\u0103 nu \u015fi-a respectat cum trebuie p\u0103rin\u0163ii
\nvenele sale stau s\u0103 plezneasc\u0103 de at\u00e2ta m\u00e2nie
\nc\u0103l\u0103ul e o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 vestal\u0103 plin\u0103 de dragoste interzis\u0103
\nco\u015furile fabricilor de ciment se apleac\u0103 \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00e2ntului
\nfunia de g\u00e2t
\nsacul preg\u0103tit
\nistoria modificat\u0103 retro
\nvia\u0163a povestit\u0103 invers monotonic
\nculpa ta
\npulpa mea
\nfiction<\/p>\n
\n\u00een palme \u0163in
\nnumele t\u0103u
\ndespicat de pofte
\nsau poate de ce mai g\u0103sim
\ndin noi
\npanglica m\u0103t\u0103soas\u0103
\na explica\u0163iilor
\napologetice suspine
\nlogic \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163uite
\n\u00eentre ideal \u015fi trezia
\ndin c\u0103l\u0103torii deand\u0103r\u0103telea
\ne inuntil s\u0103 \u00eemi spui cuivnte de dragoste
\nnu le mai aud
\n\u00eemi tai urechile
\nca s\u0103 te simt mai ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n
\n\u00eenvinova\u0163i
\nneru\u015fina\u0163i
\nca de o carne
\nce ar fi trebuit s\u0103 urle pe masa m\u0103celarului de copii
\n\u00eenainte de Vicenza
\nnu eram eu <\/p>\n
\nm\u0103 la\u015fi \u00een urm\u0103 \u00een colb de\u015fi \u00eemi oferi toiagul zilelor
\n\u00ee\u0163i pui capul pe um\u0103rul meu ca s\u0103 cred c\u0103 exist\u0103m
\ndar nu..
\ne doar iluzia unor tr\u0103iri cu hiene simulate pe peretele de carton
\nce caut eu aici ? de ce s\u0103 stric t\u0103cerea unor recitaluri?
\nte rog d\u0103-m\u0103 la c\u00e2ini
\nlas\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 dispar silen\u0163ios
\n\u00eemi \u00eenchid telefonul
\nsemnez cecurile de datorie social\u0103
\nm\u0103 despart de femei
\n\u015fi apoi m\u0103 duc s\u0103 dorm cu moartea
\nea nu refuz\u0103
\npe nimeni<\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/i158.photobucket.com\/albums\/t103\/egophobia\/22\/poe22-04_2.png?w=500\")
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\nfra\u0163ii fac semne cu crengu\u0163e disperate
\np\u0103rin\u0163ii scuip\u0103 lapte
\nde mam\u0103 fermentat
\nce cuib ciudat
\nzic eu tatuat , gata de drum
\nprivind spre gara toat\u0103 fum<\/p>\n
\ncare s\u0103 ne \u0163in\u0103 copiii \u00een leag\u0103n
\n\u015foptind c\u00e2t de mult ne iubim
\nde\u015fi avem tensiunea poetic redus\u0103
\nbuchetul sc\u0103ldat de lumina stelar\u0103 <\/p>\n
\nsolda\u0163i pe-un front
\n\u015fi uite, curge magiun ca un bocet
\n\u015fi mor\u0163ii vin \u00eencolona\u0163i
\nc\u00e2nt\u00e2nd un mar\u015f de desp\u0103r\u0163ire
\niar crucile din vale ard <\/p>\n
\n\u00eemi str\u00e2ng memorii ce plutesc
\n\u015fi-mi cer str\u0103bunii, \u00eenapoi la vetre
\nstr\u0103vezi fantome ce p\u0103zesc
\ntrecutul nostru plin de pietre.<\/p>\n
\ne pe via\u0163\u0103 sau e pe moarte
\naceast\u0103 \u00eencercare infertil\u0103
\nalerg pe un c\u00e2mp minat
\niluzii de\u015farte despre mersul \u00een m\u00e2ini
\ndar nu ai m\u00e2ini<\/p>\n
\npot vorbi singur
\npot s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103t cu glorie
\nnimeni nu m\u0103 prive\u015fte
\naerul e doar al meu
\nsunt samurai sunt zeu
\nsunt hr\u0103nit bine sunt alintat
\nun intelectual rasat
\nvorbesc cinci limbi c\u00e2nt la bandeon
\npoza mea e-n pantheon
\nat\u00e2rn\u0103 vede\u0163i cu stupoare
\npe st\u00e2nga, chiar l\u00e2ng\u0103 intrare
\n\u015fi \u00een\u0163elegi cumva \u00een finalul acestei glume
\nc\u0103 eu \u015fi umbra mea n-avem acela\u015fi nume <\/p>\n
\nacolo unde se schimb\u0103 fusul orar
\nunde p\u0103s\u0103rile cad dup\u0103 ciocniri cu \u00eengeri
\neste at\u00e2t haos \u00een haos
\n\u00ee\u0163i spun c\u0103ut\u00e2nd
\npoate chiar ecoul sun\u0103 mai r\u0103gu\u015fit
\nstelele au plecat \u00een pribegie
\nfemeile dospesc cu gur\u0103 mut\u0103
\npacea nu a venit c\u0103lare pe un m\u0103gar alb
\nbriciul lipse\u015fte de la apel
\n\u00een sertare g\u0103sesc doar mirosul r\u00e2nced binecunoscut
\nscrisori nedeschise
\nscrisori netrimise
\nmanuscrisul din care smulgeam foi
\nca s\u0103 rul\u0103m \u0163ig\u0103ri militare
\nfumate p\u00e2n\u0103 la strofa cu mourir d’amour
\n\u015fi o zbur\u0103m diminea\u0163a<\/p>\n
\nf\u0103r\u0103 poezie
\nstau
\ncu m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse spre timon\u0103
\ndoar argintul vechi \u00eentors \u00een mine
\nascult cum cre\u015fte ancor\u0103 despuiat\u0103
\nv\u0103d cu ochiul meu ce doarme
\nnum\u0103r
\nv\u00e2slele, ce mi se-ntorc acas\u0103
\ncu fiece val, un gest de tr\u0103dare
\n\u00een fiecare scoic\u0103, un fir de copil
\n\u00een fiecare copil ascuns\u0103 o b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163e
\n\u00een fiece tic-tac adormit, o moarte
\ncorabia mea se duce-n naufragiu
\ncu marinari bolnavi de nemurire
\nmi s-a umplut gura de sare<\/p>\n
\nte chem s\u0103 cernem nisip
\ntrec c\u00e2ini cu limba scoas\u0103
\nceasuri moarte \u00een cocorii de iarmaroc
\nnu plou\u0103, jghiaburi inutile
\nc\u0103nile goale vor buze
\ntoarte
\napa ta amniotic\u0103 te f\u0103cea de r\u00e2s
\nmamo\u015ful te pip\u0103ia lubric de\u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 nu te n\u0103scuse-\u015fi
\n\u015fi tu dansai gre\u0163os
\n\u015fi eu muream
\n\u015fi prietenii t\u0103i st\u0103teau pe vine pe morm\u00e2ntul meu deschis
\nasta e tot<\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/i158.photobucket.com\/albums\/t103\/egophobia\/22\/poe22-04_3.png?w=500\")
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