de Leonard Ancu\u0163a<\/p>\n
psychocandy<\/strong><\/p>\n te-am dat cu capul de pere\u0163i tat\u0103, am izbit p\u00een\u0103-\u0163i curgea cear\u0103 din nas un roi imens de corbi \u00eenf\u0103\u015fura aerul pe aripi, m\u0103 l\u0103sa f\u0103r\u0103 suflare. \u015ftiu, am r\u0103mas s\u0103 dorm cu tine, s\u0103 te \u00eenc\u0103lzesc din team\u0103 c\u0103 pleci dac\u0103 \u0163i se face frig m\u00eeine voi merge \u00een mijlocul ora\u015fului cu poza ta \u00een piept, accelera\u0163ie (a speed poem)<\/strong><\/p>\n lumea ca o chiuvet\u0103 uria\u015f\u0103 suntem goi pe podea cu garourile at\u00eern\u00eend punem schulze \u015fi ne l\u0103s\u0103m inunda\u0163i e\u015fti mic\u0103 te cuprind cu m\u00eeinile \u015fi aproape c\u0103-mi simt unic locuitor al statelor unite ale s\u00eengelui lumina se r\u0103ce\u015fte apoi dintr-o dat\u0103 explodezi \u00een mine stai lini\u015ftit\u0103 c\u00eet \u00ee\u0163i fac injec\u0163ia acesta e zborul aceasta e dragostea creierul pe silent <\/strong><\/p>\n \u015ftiu c\u0103 se poate muri. un adev\u0103r sec, m\u0103 trezesc doar ca s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc de Leonard Ancu\u0163a psychocandy te-am dat cu capul de pere\u0163i tat\u0103, am izbit p\u00een\u0103-\u0163i curgea cear\u0103 din nas dar nu te-ai sup\u0103rat, aveai o lini\u015fte cumplit\u0103, \u0163ineai buzele \u00eenchise pleoapele odihneau \u00eentr-un somn de statuie. \u00eemi p\u0103rea at\u00eet de r\u0103u c\u0103 m-am revoltat, c\u0103 m-am \u00eempotrivit felului t\u0103u de a fi – dar erau to\u0163i […]<\/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":[1149,473,1114],"class_list":["post-5120","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-27","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-27","tag-leonard-ancuta","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1kA","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5120","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=5120"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5120\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5121,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5120\/revisions\/5121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5120"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5120"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5120"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ndar nu te-ai sup\u0103rat, aveai o lini\u015fte cumplit\u0103, \u0163ineai buzele \u00eenchise
\npleoapele odihneau \u00eentr-un somn de statuie. \u00eemi p\u0103rea at\u00eet de r\u0103u c\u0103 m-am revoltat,
\nc\u0103 m-am \u00eempotrivit felului t\u0103u de a fi – dar erau to\u0163i acei oameni care se distrau \u015fi r\u00eedeau de mine,
\nerau acele guri din care veninul curgea asemenea vinului la be\u0163ie.<\/p>\n
\nai fi \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it ultima bul\u0103 de aer cu mine dar nu puteai deschide gura,
\nsim\u0163eam cum \u00eentr-un fel anume, din spatele ochilor \u00eenchi\u015fi, m\u0103 priveai \u015fi-mi m\u00eeng\u00eeiai pieptul cu g\u00eendul.
\n\u00eemi \u00eentindeam bra\u0163ele \u015fi te str\u00eengeam aproape, \u00eentr-o p\u0103tur\u0103 cald\u0103 ce tremura la fiecare pas nesigur.
\nnu \u015ftiam ce s\u0103 fac, s\u0103 te spun mamei c\u0103 iar dormi, de\u015fi nu-\u0163i sim\u0163eam pe buze vin o\u0163etit uitat prin butoaie,
\nsau s\u0103 te ascund, un trofeu numai al meu, de care nu va \u015fti nimeni.<\/p>\n
\n\u015fi toate nop\u0163ile nu mi par suficiente pentru asta.
\nvroiam s\u0103-\u0163i c\u00eent, dar nu m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at nici un c\u00eentec, a\u015fa am fredonat \u00een sinea mea, pentru am\u00eendoi,
\nthe luxury of tears
\n\u015fi am f\u0103cut schimb de haine.
\n\u00eemi pare bine c-ai murit tat\u0103, a\u015fa nu vei \u015fti c\u00eet de tare am izbit chipul t\u0103u de pere\u0163i
\nsper\u00eend s\u0103 apar\u0103 icoane.<\/p>\n
\nvoi ur\u00ee oamenii pentru tine \u015fi fiecare trec\u0103tor va rupe o bucat\u0103 din mine
\nca dintr-un afi\u015f de concert cu christian death. <\/p>\n
\n\u00een care ne scurgem noi \u015fi c\u00eeteva sunete
\nprobabil o echip\u0103 de muncitori goi
\ncare lovesc o \u0163eav\u0103 lung\u0103 de lumin\u0103 o\u0163elit\u0103
\n\u00een monitor
\nascult\u0103m totul ca pe-o pova\u0163\u0103
\ndurerea intr\u0103 \u00een piept \u00eempreun\u0103 cu zgomotul
\ndurerea r\u0103m\u00eene<\/p>\n
\nca ni\u015fte vene prea lungi
\nmonstruoase<\/p>\n
\ne prima dat\u0103 c\u00eend o facem a\u015fa
\n\u015fi mi-e team\u0103
\nam un sentiment de claustrofonie
\nsau de ceva care m\u0103 prive\u015fte
\n\u00een ceaf\u0103
\nde urlet sau de bar\u0103 de metal \u00eenfipt\u0103
\n\u00een piept<\/p>\n
\ndegetele pe omopla\u0163i
\ns\u00eent singur \u00een \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fare <\/p>\n
\ndeocamdat\u0103
\nrespir aerul
\nparc\u0103 ar fi plin de solzi desprin\u015fi de pe aripi de fluture
\nun aer colorat ca o pictur\u0103 abstract\u0103
\no hologram\u0103 sau un fractal de player
\n\u00eemi vine s\u0103-mi \u00eenfig un cu\u0163it \u00een stomac
\ns\u0103 ajung la tine<\/p>\n
\nninge \u00eentunecat
\nfrigul m\u0103 caut\u0103 parc\u0103-s un t\u00eelhar
\nascuns \u00eentr-o biseric\u0103 uria\u015f\u0103 de piatr\u0103
\ncu geamurile sparte cu turle galbene
\nca jum\u0103t\u0103\u0163ile de l\u0103m\u00eeie<\/p>\n
\nun atentat minu\u0163ios preg\u0103tit
\no bomb\u0103 care st\u0103 s\u0103 explodeze \u00eenc\u0103 din mama
\no furie care alearg\u0103 prin mine
\n\u015fi \u00eemi pr\u0103je\u015fte tot ce are pere\u0163i
\nartere intestine inima locul meu de singur\u0103tate
\ns\u00eent tunelul groazei e\u015fti \u00een s\u00eengele meu
\nte n\u0103puste\u015fti ca o nebun\u0103
\ndar dup\u0103 c\u00eeteva clipe
\nte simt din nou
\nfirav\u0103 \u015fi mic\u0103 \u015fi \u0163i-e fric\u0103 \u0163i-e fric\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu \u00ee\u0163i pierzi o m\u00een\u0103
\nsau o jum\u0103tate de fa\u0163\u0103 <\/p>\n
\n\u00ee\u0163i spun c\u0103-i un dispozitiv USB plus conexiuni gazd\u0103 \/ Unde Suntem Be\u0163i
\nde fericire \u015fi ne pr\u0103bu\u015fim \u00een s\u00eengele meu ro\u015fu Ferrari \/ United States of Blood
\n\u015fi gonim cu pedala ap\u0103sat\u0103 la maxim
\ndincolo de parape\u0163i
\ndincolo de corpuri<\/p>\n
\nfluturi neputincio\u015fi care nu pot s\u0103 ne sus\u0163in\u0103
\nvia\u0163a sau moartea at\u00eeta risip\u0103 de posibilit\u0103\u0163i
\na\u015fa ne vor g\u0103si
\n\u00eentin\u015fi talp\u0103 \u00een talp\u0103
\nunul \u00een prelungirea celuilalt \u00een cea mai nebun\u0103 curs\u0103
\n\u015fi linia continu\u0103 de pe monitor trec\u00eend prin am\u00eendoi <\/p>\n
\nun tub care-mi injecteaz\u0103 con\u0163inutul \u00een tine
\nfacem schimb de seringi
\ncum am face schimb de inimi <\/p>\n
\n\u00eenc\u0103 o zi ca o alt\u0103 minciun\u0103. \u00een\u015fel moartea
\npe t\u0103cute,
\nun fel de mahmureal\u0103 a tr\u0103irii. mi-am pus alarma, consum zi dup\u0103 zi,
\nfiindc\u0103 \u00eemi place s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00een \u00een via\u0163\u0103.
\nurc \u00een ea ca \u00een tramvai, numai de la cap\u0103t.
\nreset.
\na\u015fa se spune c\u00eend vreau s\u0103 cobor
\n\u00een vene la fel ca \u00een pe\u015fteri, doar pentru a desena harta.
\npropria geografie pictat\u0103 cu piciorul.
\nn-am ajuns la tropice, \u00eemi place alaska sau groenlanda,
\nfrigul ca absen\u0163a falsei c\u0103lduri. \u015fireturile ca o nevoie de spa\u0163iu \u015fi de o m\u00een\u0103
\npentru a desface nodul.
\n\u015fi de aceea singur, de zile \u00eentregi. nimic \u00een talp\u0103, nici un om c\u0103ruia s\u0103-i cer foc.
\numblu cu \u0163igara neaprins\u0103 printr-un album cu poze
\nto\u0163i au capetele acoperite cu g\u0103le\u0163i de tabl\u0103. oameni clopotni\u0163\u0103
\ncu min\u0163ile surde.
\n\u015fi-mi pun o zi ca dorin\u0163\u0103,
\nun zero mai absolut dec\u00eet la rulet\u0103, mizez pe ea
\ncasa \u00eencaseaz\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare.
\ns\u00eent un erou absolut. zilele m\u0103 \u00eenving \u015fi nu mor. v\u0103d ramurile unui copac
\nirigate \u00een aer
\nse multiplic\u0103 asemenea coronarienelor \u015fi nu bate v\u00eentul. nu se clinte\u015fte nimic
\nziua se cuib\u0103re\u015fte la piept \u015fi pare c\u0103 doarme.
\nmi-e fric\u0103 s\u0103 mi\u015fc, mi-e fric\u0103 s\u0103 caut \u00een agenda orc\u0103rui impuls.
\npisica e moart\u0103, \u0163igara \u015fi sufletul pe vibra\u0163ii. nu sun\u0103 nimeni.
\ne o lini\u015fte intact\u0103.
\nca atunci c\u00eend tragi cuiul \u015fi toat\u0103 lumea a\u015fteapt\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"