{"id":5118,"date":"2010-06-16T13:00:21","date_gmt":"2010-06-16T11:00:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=5118"},"modified":"2010-06-16T13:00:21","modified_gmt":"2010-06-16T11:00:21","slug":"poeme-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=5118","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=right>de Iulian Daniel Trandafir<\/p>\n<p><strong>M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 urmele tocurilor cui ale lui G. sunt ca arsurile de \u0163igar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Am aproape 25 de minute, era s\u0103 zic 25 de ani s\u0103-\u0163i zic totul, am l\u0103sat<br \/>\ncafeaua pe foc \u015fi m\u0103 sp\u0103l pe din\u0163i nu \u015ftiu de ce<br \/>\nmereu m\u0103 blochez la \u00eenceput, oricum nu-\u0163i pas\u0103 dar e exact<br \/>\nce aveam nevoie. Ai \u00eencercat vreodat\u0103 s\u0103 te sinucizi? nu mai \u015ftiu<br \/>\ncum era f\u0103r\u0103 tine, lucrurile au acuma starea aia de p\u0103r\u0103sire<br \/>\ncare nu miroase in niciun fel dar e lipsa arogant\u0103 din nota de<br \/>\nfinal a unui parfum. Cel mai mult \u00eemi pare r\u0103u c\u0103 nu e\u015fti aici<br \/>\ns\u0103-\u0163i zic despre e\u015fecurile mele \u015fi tu s\u0103 ape\u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd pielea \u00eencepe<!--more--><br \/>\ns\u0103-mi sf\u00e2r\u00e2ie. Sunt \u00eentr-o poveste cu un \u00eemp\u0103rat c\u0103runt, sunt feciorul lui<br \/>\nsunt o lindin\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 ascund \u00een p\u0103rul t\u0103u. Nu asta voiam s\u0103 se-nt\u00e2mple.<br \/>\nCea\u0163a \u00een care s-au dizolvat fa\u0163adele caselor \u00eent\u00e2rzie pe str\u0103zi, la fel \u015fi<br \/>\nparfumul t\u0103u la fel \u015fi naufragiul din mine<br \/>\n<em>o floare alb\u0103, ginga\u015f\u0103, al c\u0103rei miros diafan te duce cu g\u00e2ndul la t\u0103r\u00e2muri \u00eendep\u0103rtate, de basm \u015fi fericire.<\/em><br \/>\nnu mai vreau s\u0103-mi amintesc nimic dar \u015fi a\u015fa pierd totul. \u015ei totu\u015fi<br \/>\nnu ar trebui nici s\u0103 cred c\u0103 m\u0103 va ajuta cineva sau e dator s-o fac\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eencerc s\u0103 respir \u00een acela\u015fi timp cu tine<br \/>\n\u00ee\u0163i aduc ciorchini de struguri s\u0103lbatici tu a\u015ftep\u0163i drapat\u0103 \u00een cear\u015fafuri<br \/>\nne\u00eendur\u0103toare ca o armat\u0103 victorioas\u0103, sunt lacheul reginei<br \/>\ncea\u0163a \u00eent\u00e2rzie \u00een tran\u015fee \u015fi \u00eentre falduri<br \/>\nvertebrele sacrale au contururi precise, miriapodul negru \u015fi alunecos<br \/>\npe care \u0163i l-ai trecut prin corp ca \u00eenghi\u0163itorii de s\u0103bii. \u00cen loc s\u0103 citesc de la tine<br \/>\n,,Sunt de groaz\u0103, nu \u015ftiu unde mi-e mintea\u2019\u2019 \u00een\u0163eleg iar\u0103 gre\u015fit, nu \u015ftiu<br \/>\nunde mi-e inima:)<br \/>\nprobabil singurul lucru pe care-l \u015ftiu acum e \u0103sta, e bine s\u0103 fii puternic. e bine.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cemi zici s\u0103 m\u0103 uit peste scenariul pe care \u0163i l-au dat s\u0103-l cite\u015fti,<br \/>\ntoate replicile astea pline de metafore \u00eencifrate \u015fi nejustificate<br \/>\nsimbolismul ipocrit \u015fi cli\u015feele care duc textul \u00een toate direc\u0163iile m\u0103 enerveaz\u0103<br \/>\nnu-mi place \u015fi-l arunc \u00eentr-un col\u0163, m\u0103 face s\u0103 m\u0103 simt bine oricum<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 eu \u015ftiu m\u0103car unde s\u0103 termin \u015fi ce s\u0103 nu-nghit.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Fotopsie, anorexie, ginecomastie, epilepsie, schizofrenie<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>R. se treze\u015fte, a\u015fa cum st\u0103 pe marginea patului, lumina reflectat\u0103<br \/>\ndin ferestrele casei de vizavi \u00eei dizolv\u0103 obrazul drept,<br \/>\nare gustul lunii de miere, dar e cu totul alt\u0103 dependen\u0163\u0103, are gustul unei zile<br \/>\nlene\u015fe ca o coard\u0103 gras\u0103 \u015fi \u00eei despic\u0103 fa\u0163a \u00een nep\u0103sarea cu care s-a b\u0103rbierit asear\u0103<br \/>\npu\u0163in sub um\u0103rul obrazului str\u0103luce\u015fte irizat puful<br \/>\n\u015fi felul \u0103sta \u00eendr\u0103gostit \u015fi deprimat \u00een care-l v\u0103d acum, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftie \u015fi asta<br \/>\nm\u0103 omoar\u0103. C\u00e2te lucruri care plutesc irizate ca praful \u00een razele mele de orgoliu t\u00e2mpit<br \/>\nnu se v\u0103d \u015fi depind de prostia mea de acum \u015fi nu se leag\u0103 de nimic,<br \/>\npur \u015fi simplu tr\u0103iesc \u00een coloniile de cianobacterii din haloul orb care m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Din baie se aude tusea lui R. \u015fi se evapor\u0103 odat\u0103 cu atingerea lui plictisit\u0103<br \/>\nde ac care urm\u0103re\u015fte acelea\u015fi \u015fan\u0163uri pe discurile de vinil pe care<br \/>\nle colec\u0163iona G., se rade, are acelea\u015fi lame <em>Made in U.S.S.R.<\/em>, pielea lui<br \/>\ne obi\u015fnuit\u0103 cu comuni\u015ftii, e obi\u015fnuit s\u0103-l frece toat\u0103 lumea \u015fi el s\u0103<br \/>\njuiseze c\u0103 a fost acceptat p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u015fi pierde to\u0163i din\u0163ii \u015fi poate s\u0103-\u015fi bage limba<br \/>\n\u00een nas ca Busuioc, nebunul de pe strada noastr\u0103<br \/>\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd trebuie s\u0103 se ating\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftie c\u0103 mai e acolo ceva din el. Nu po\u0163i s\u0103 zici<br \/>\nc\u0103 nu \u015ftia, doar c\u0103 asta a ales. Dup\u0103 ce iese, oglinda e aburit\u0103, plutesc \u00eenc\u0103<br \/>\nfulgi din pielea lui, desenez o inimioar\u0103 str\u0103puns\u0103 de o s\u0103geat\u0103, pic\u0103turile se \u00eengroa\u015f\u0103<br \/>\n\u015fi z\u0103pada asta nu-mi p\u0103r\u0103se\u015fte imagina\u0163ia niciodat\u0103<br \/>\ne anotimpul sinuciderii mele care dureaz\u0103 la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit:) etc.<\/p>\n<p>M\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 dispar\u0103 cu totul, iar eu \u00eemi amintesc c\u00e2nd eram mic<br \/>\n\u015fi m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam c\u0103 n-o s\u0103 se mai \u00eentoarc\u0103 nici azi, m\u0103 \u0163ineam de coapsele lui<br \/>\n\u015fi m\u0103 uitam cum se spal\u0103 \u015fi cum se-mbrac\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Melodiile care o f\u0103ceau pe G. s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 se transform\u0103 \u00een pulbere<br \/>\nplutesc irizate \u00een razele de lumin\u0103 lene\u015f\u0103 reflectat\u0103<br \/>\ndin ferestrele casei de vizavi, filtrat\u0103 prin draperiile roz \u015fi ne acoper\u0103; nu pot<br \/>\ns\u0103 te fac s\u0103 suferi \u015fi \u00ee\u0163i citesc \u00een continuare scrisorile \u00een locul ei, a\u015f fi vrut s\u0103 fie invers<br \/>\n\u015ftii, ca atunci c\u00e2nd ai impresia c\u0103 se potrive\u015fte totul \u015fi \u00eemi pun m\u00e2na cu degetele dep\u0103rtate<br \/>\nunul de altul peste foaie, le trasez conturul \u015fi le compar<br \/>\nnu mai am curaj s\u0103 fac nimic. <em>A\u015f vrea at\u00e2t de mult s\u0103 m\u0103 salvez, sunt at\u00e2t de aproape<br \/>\ndar toat\u0103 lumea obose\u015fte cu mine \u015fi m-am s\u0103turat s\u0103 fie prea t\u00e2rziu pentru \u00een\u0163elesuri ascunse. <\/p>\n<p>Nu plec din ploaie \u015fi nu te las s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu se termin\u0103 totul.<br \/>\nPrim\u0103vara \u00ee\u0163i plac doar lalelele \u015fi acoperi\u015furile ude \u015fi trupurile noastre moarte<br \/>\n\u00een mijlocul lucrurilor. M\u0103 min\u0163i \u015fi ai deja \u00een cap distan\u0163a cea mai scurt\u0103 de la un lucru pe care-l ur\u0103\u015fti la altul \u015fi toate felurile delicioase \u015fi diferite \u00een care le vei omor\u00ee.<br \/>\nAveam \u00eentre noi geamurile alea imense de la aeroport, n-auzi nimic din ce-\u0163i zic<br \/>\n\u015fi ne aburim ca oglinzile dac\u0103 st\u0103m prea aproape<br \/>\n\u00eemi pun m\u00e2na cu degetele dep\u0103rtate unul de altul peste sticl\u0103 \u015fi din urma ei friguroas\u0103 \u015fi condensat\u0103 pic\u0103turile se \u00eentrec p\u00e2n\u0103 jos,<br \/>\naburul e un reflux, e o diastol\u0103, m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 asediaz\u0103<br \/>\npalma de pe geam e ca in desene animate, mai are patru degete \u015fi noi ne uit\u0103m prin ea<br \/>\na\u015ftept\u00e2ndu-ne s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple ceva. E prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103 mai simt c\u0103 e<br \/>\nbine dac\u0103 nu termin totul. Po\u0163i s\u0103 zici acum c\u0103 m\u00e2na mea care \u0163i se odihnea pe burtic\u0103 are palpita\u0163ia inimioarelor str\u0103punse de s\u0103ge\u0163i desenate pe zidurile pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 care ne plimbam \u00een pozele lui Atget cu Quai d\u2019Anjou \u00een dimine\u0163ile devorate de cea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi c\u0103 nici \u00een felul \u0103sta nu c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103 nimeni nimic \u015fi tot a\u015fa&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Iulian Daniel Trandafir M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 urmele tocurilor cui ale lui G. sunt ca arsurile de \u0163igar\u0103 Am aproape 25 de minute, era s\u0103 zic 25 de ani s\u0103-\u0163i zic totul, am l\u0103sat cafeaua pe foc \u015fi m\u0103 sp\u0103l pe din\u0163i nu \u015ftiu de ce mereu m\u0103 blochez la \u00eenceput, oricum nu-\u0163i pas\u0103 dar [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"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":[585,13],"tags":[1149,610,1114],"class_list":["post-5118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-27","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-27","tag-iulian-daniel-trandafir","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1ky","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5118","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\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5118"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5119,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5118\/revisions\/5119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}