{"id":6424,"date":"2011-01-26T11:57:57","date_gmt":"2011-01-26T09:57:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=6424"},"modified":"2011-01-28T22:00:15","modified_gmt":"2011-01-28T20:00:15","slug":"poezii-de-sorin-lucaci","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=6424","title":{"rendered":"Poezii de Sorin Lucaci"},"content":{"rendered":"

mamiferul negru adulmec\u0103 triste\u0163ea<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 faci poezie pe marginea pr\u0103pastiei ca \u015fi cum
\norice c\u0103dere \u00een gol ar repeta la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit
\naceea\u015fi schizofrenie s\u0103lbatic\u0103
\naceea\u015fi f\u00e2lf\u00e2ire cu iz r\u00e2nced a aripilor
\naceea\u015fi mireasm\u0103 de insomnie nevrotic\u0103
\nce \u0163i se cuib\u0103re\u015fte sub piele sub unghii printre firele de p\u0103r
\naceea\u015fi nedumerire cu gleznele umflate
\nsunt momente c\u00e2nd orice vis evadeaz\u0103 diminea\u0163a
\nprin gratiile str\u0103vezii ale pleoapelor
\nc\u00e2nd to\u0163i gardienii publici mo\u0163\u0103ie pe scaunele \u015fubrede
\n\u015fi nu faci absolut nimic nu spui nimic
\ngestul de a riposta r\u0103m\u00e2ne inert ca o manu\u015f\u0103 tricotat\u0103
\n\u00eentr-un anotimp rece
\naruncat\u0103 la groapa de gunoi a ora\u015fului
\nr\u0103m\u00e2i imobilizat \u00een jovialul scaun cu rotile
\nr\u0103m\u00e2i imobilizat \u00een propria d\u00e2r\u0103 de via\u0163\u0103
\npeste drum doar mamiferul negru adulmec\u0103 triste\u0163ea
\nca un s\u00e2mbure de cais\u0103 ascuns \u00een pumn<\/p>\n

mult\u0103 vreme am crezut ca singur\u0103tatea e un fel de broasc\u0103 \u0163estoas\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201csur le pont d\u2019Avignon
\nL’on y danse, l’on y danse
\nSur le pont d\u2019Avignon
\nL’on y danse tout en rond\u201d <\/em>
\nfredona copilul cu m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse spre cer ca \u0163i cum ar fi uitat acolo
\nun z\u00e2mbet r\u0103zle\u0163
\nprin care treceau ritmic a\u015fchii bolnave
\nunde emotia-\u015fi f\u0103cuse loca\u015f
\n\u00een diminea\u0163a aceea ca o senza\u0163ie de pas\u0103re oarb\u0103
\npentru c\u0103 r\u0103m\u0103sese doar senzatia ca un gol bine \u00eenfipt \u00een stomac
\ncu ghearele r\u0103sfirate mirosind a triste\u0163e \u015fi a carne ars\u0103
\nscurma haotic \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2ntul din fa\u0163a casei
\nunde printre crengi \u015fi c\u00e2rlige de rufe jubilau cuplul de pisici fericite
\n\u00een care mai puteau crede doar naivii
\ncu buzunarele ticsite de iluzii cu arom\u0103 de ment\u0103
\n\u015fi turma de bivoli n\u0103v\u0103lind \u00een somnul s\u0103u ca o e\u015farf\u0103 neagr\u0103 la g\u00e2tul
\nprovidentei l\u0103sa urme ad\u00e2nci pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul din fata casei
\nl\u0103sa urme ad\u00e2nci pe obrajii palizi
\nca ni\u015fte roiuri de viespi \u00een c\u0103lduri <\/p>\n

mult\u0103 vreme am crezut c\u0103 singur\u0103tatea e un fel de broasc\u0103 \u0163estoas\u0103
\nascuns\u0103 \u00een carapacea unui v\u00e2rstnic samurai
\nun fel de t\u0103cere cu m\u00e2inile legate la spate
\no sperietoare din c\u00e2lti \u015fi zdren\u0163e cu ferestre galbene prin care po\u0163i privi lumea
\ndoar cu un singur ochi
\nasa cum face un copil \u00eentr-o duminic\u0103 stins\u0103
\nmult\u0103 vreme am crezut ca moartea e un patruped cu labe p\u0103roase
\nd\u00e2nd buzna \u00een \u0163arcul meu plin de vise
\nun fel de c\u0103\u0163ea melancolic\u0103 adulmec\u00e2nd dragostea prin umbrare
\nmult\u0103 vreme am crezut c\u0103 z\u00e2mbetul unui copil nu e dec\u00e2t
\nun \u00eenger ce zboar\u0103 pe coama unui zeppelin \u00eentotdeauna dinspre sud
\n\u015fi niciodat\u0103 singur <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

mamiferul negru adulmec\u0103 triste\u0163ea s\u0103 faci poezie pe marginea pr\u0103pastiei ca \u015fi cum orice c\u0103dere \u00een gol ar repeta la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit aceea\u015fi schizofrenie s\u0103lbatic\u0103 aceea\u015fi f\u00e2lf\u00e2ire cu iz r\u00e2nced a aripilor aceea\u015fi mireasm\u0103 de insomnie nevrotic\u0103<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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":[704,13],"tags":[1151,1114,357],"class_list":["post-6424","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-29-30","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-29-30","tag-poezie","tag-sorin-lucaci"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1FC","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6424","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6424"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6424\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6425,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6424\/revisions\/6425"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}