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BALADA COLONELULUI ELF
\n<\/strong>
\nI.
\n<\/strong>Nu-l dibuiam niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2nd venea l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.<\/p>\n

\u201ePoate-i vreo arsur\u0103,
\nO \u00eenviere trucat\u0103,
\nnedus\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t;
\nSau poate o nev\u0103stuic\u0103 venit\u0103 la subsuori s\u0103 mi se a\u015feze cuminte\u201d \u2013 \u00eemi spuneam.<\/p>\n

El tr\u0103znea dintr-un nor,
\ndintr-o acumulare de \u00eengeri,<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103znea, exploda… Un pian alb, hiperdens,
\ncu corzile infinite,
\nCobor\u00e2nd, atac\u00e2nd \u00een picaj<\/p>\n

Ca o lacrim\u0103 devastatoare…<\/p>\n

Un pianist sinuciga\u015f c\u0103l\u0103rea pianul
\nmitraliindu-mi visele,
\ndin \u00eenalt \u015fi razant,
\nvisele \u015fi nop\u0163ile, la gramad\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Pianistul ce-\u015fi urm\u0103rea nesmintit \u0163inta:
\ncadavrul maiestuos, lucitor al Ofeliei, de sub ape,
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 cadavrul meu difuz, aleator\u2026<\/p>\n

Atunci m\u0103 trezeam.
\nDar tot \u015ftiam c\u0103 fusese acolo,
\nPe undeva la limita dintre oasele mele \u015fi floarea de piersic,
\nLa limita dintre orbire \u015fi revela\u0163ia tandr\u0103
\ninstalat confortabil,
\nz\u00e2mbind sfid\u0103tor…<\/p>\n

\u015ei pianul kamikaze ataca noapte de noapte iar \u015fi iar, \u00een picaj,
\nTr\u0103znea c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd, uruind o balad\u0103,
\nun c\u00e2ntec de lupt\u0103 \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat
\ncoagulat din chiar norul \u0103la de \u00eengeri
\n\u00eencin\u015fi \u00een c\u0103m\u0103\u015fi de fulgere \u015fi br\u00e2ie de fulgere,<\/p>\n

\u00cengerii grava\u0163i m\u0103t\u0103sos
\npe clapele lui electrice, hiperdense…<\/p>\n

II.
\n<\/strong>Un corb sta pe umerii pianistului.
\nUn Corb alb, hiperdens
\nUmbrind lumea lene\u015f, cu aripa,
\n\u015ei \u0163in\u00e2nd \u00een gheare, ca un ctitor-zugrav priceput,
\nO biseric\u0103 gigantic\u0103,
\nde ghea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi de z\u0103pad\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

– E\u015fti un mercenar al tandre\u0163ei!
\nUn colaj de martir cu chinin\u0103!
\n\u00cemi striga r\u0103gu\u015fit corbul noapte de noapte.
\nCorbul sau poate pianistul cum fo\u015fnea derutant l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, cu chipul lui de M\u00e2ntuitor astenic\u2026
\n\u015ei noapte de noapte m\u0103 puneau s\u0103 m\u0103 nasc
\nl\u0103crimat de ochii arhanghelilor de ghea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi de z\u0103pad\u0103,
\nai bisericii-iglu\u2026<\/p>\n

Ba, puseser\u0103 \u015fi un semn de derapaj l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine:
\n\u201eAten\u0163ie! Aici zace Don Juan cel oplo\u015fit \u00een ghea\u0163\u0103,
\n\u015ei din z\u0103pad\u0103, z\u0103mislit.
\nNu c\u0103lca\u0163i f\u0103r\u0103 lan\u0163uri bune \u00een suflet \u015fi la picioare<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n

III.<\/strong>
\nAlteori arsura… nev\u0103stuica aia nedus\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\n\u00cemi s\u0103rea \u00een fa\u0163\u0103… Se f\u0103cea un zvon b\u00e2z\u00e2ind monstruos,
\nO stingere a Soarelui
\nc\u00e2ntat\u0103 de un gornist apocaliptic
\nla trompeta pe care sear\u0103 de sear\u0103
\n\u015fi-o \u00eenfige \u00een vene…<\/p>\n

O Apocalips\u0103 \u00een ritm de Goya \u015fi blues
\ndin care m\u0103 trezeam diminea\u0163ile, buimac \u015fi mofluz.<\/p>\n

\u201eAscult\u0103 comanda la mine!\u2013 <\/em>mai apucam s\u0103 aud,
\n\u201e\u00ce\u0163i vorbe\u015fte colonelul Elf,
\nComandantul flotilei de piane kamikaze.
\n\u00ce\u0163i ordon! Calc\u0103-\u0163i visul pe cap<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n

IV.
\n<\/strong>M\u0103 f\u0103ceam c\u0103 nu-l bag \u00een seam\u0103. P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, colonelul \u0103la era ce-i pica lui mai bine!<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd corb, c\u00e2nd gornist, c\u00e2nd arsur\u0103, c\u00e2nd Goya,
\nC\u00e2nd vreun pianist \u00eenc\u0103tu\u015fat \u00een revela\u0163ii tandre,<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103tu\u015fat \u015fi orbit,
\nCu sinucidererea at\u00e2rnat\u0103 de-un blues,
\nDe-o floare de piersic…<\/p>\n

La mine \u00een vene, la mine \u00een oase ascuz\u00e2ndu-\u015fi foamea de-o \u00eenviere,
\n\u00cenvierea la un poker, trucat\u0103…<\/p>\n

V.
\n<\/strong>Doar flotila de piane c\u00e2nta r\u0103gu\u015fit mai departe,
\nVuia triumfal azv\u00e2rlit\u0103-n picaj peste visele Universului,
\nsupur\u0103toare…<\/p>\n

Flotila miliardelor de piane kamikaze
\nC\u0103l\u0103rite deodat\u0103,
\nPe de\u015felate,
\nDe cel mai mare pianist al lumii:<\/p>\n

Vreun colonel Elf,
\nVreun Hyperion scuipat,
\nr\u00e2g\u00e2it din indemniza\u0163ii…<\/p>\n

Un Hyperion de circ –
\nPianistul \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fat, legat de un tun,
\nS\u0103 dea \u201efoc la pu\u015fc\u0103rie \u015fi la casa de nebuni!\u201d…<\/p>\n

Flotila cu fulgerele \u015fi \u00cengerii ei \u00eencuia\u0163i \u00een clapele l\u0103ptoase, electrice,
\n\u015ei-un stol de corbi albi, hiperden\u015fi \u00een gheare cu
\nUn ocean de biserici maiestuoase, gigantice, de ghea\u0163\u0103,<\/p>\n

Flotila kamikaze asurzitoare\u2026 ne\u015ftiut\u0103, neauzit\u0103
\nCare \u00eenghite acum Lumea,
\nO mistuie \u00eentr-o balad\u0103 infinit\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u015ei-o l\u0103crimeaz\u0103 \u00eenapoi,
\nMai curat\u0103 …
\n
\nUN HAIKU CUPLAT LA UN CURCUBEU ATOMIC<\/p>\n

<\/strong>Copilul dilatat din ce\u0163urile toamnei.
\nUn \u0163\u00e2nc care-\u015fi str\u00e2nge \u00een din\u0163i, disperat
\ncerbul lui alb \u015fi rotat\u2026<\/p>\n

Un copil strivitor:
\nt\u0103lpile plumbuite cu injec\u0163ii,
\ns\u0103 nu zboare, s\u0103 nu se scufunde,
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103n\u00e2nce quasare \u015fi unde…<\/p>\n

De-a st\u00e2nga copilului stau un munte din vat\u0103 de zah\u0103r
\n\u015fi-un balansoar.<\/p>\n

Iar \u00een dreapta lui, st\u0103 un haiku.<\/p>\n

Muntele e un pui de lele, prelucrat seara cu
\nreflectorele-n ochi, prin birouri,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 t\u0103rie prelucrat, f\u0103r\u0103 o clauz\u0103 bun\u0103,
\nDeodat\u0103 cu balansoarul \u0103la, anchetat<\/p>\n

De o hait\u0103 de-albastruri \u2013
\nhaita crescut\u0103, \u00een\u0163\u0103rcat\u0103 de mine…<\/p>\n

Nici haiku-ul nu se simte prea bine!
\nE mereu cerc\u0103nat\u2026<\/p>\n

Numai copilul st\u0103 \u00eencovrigat
\nDar totdeauna-n picioare,
\nScutur\u00e2ndu-\u015fi pieile r\u0103pciugoase, zulitoare.<\/p>\n

Haiku-ul, balansoarul \u015fi muntele:
\nreturnate, adrinsantul cunoscut.<\/p>\n

Copilul: c\u00e2\u015ftigat \u015fi pierdut, reg\u0103sit la barbut –
\ndar servit doar pe scut sau sub scut.<\/p>\n

Copilul \u0103la – un haiku armat
\ncu gref\u0103 de Lun\u0103
\n\u015ei cuplat periodic la un curcubeu atomic\u2026<\/p>\n

ADJUTANTUL COLONELULUI ELF
\n<\/strong>
\nLeopardul de diamant a intrat \u00eentr-o diminea\u0163\u0103 \u00een camer\u0103
\n\u015fi mi s-a c\u0103\u0163\u0103rat pe birou.
\nM-a privint fix, a suflat,
\n\u015ei-o magm\u0103 de aur \u015fi lapte i-a \u0163\u00e2\u015fnit din blan\u0103 \u015fi din n\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Suflarea lui mi-a pulverizat literele de pe foi
\n\u015fi poemele care alergau \u00eennebunite prin computer.<\/p>\n

Pe urm\u0103 a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi legene capul \u00eencet, \u015fi-a \u00eenchis ochii, \u00ee\u015fi agita coada dominator, sacadat,
\n\u015ei nici nu mi-am dat seama exact c\u00e2nd a \u00eenceput s\u0103-\u015fi ascut\u0103 ghearele metodic, de trecutul meu.<\/p>\n

Poate era un comandat r\u0103t\u0103cit,
\nalt mercenar al tandre\u0163ei,
\nun colaj de martir cu chinin\u0103,
\nvreun adjutant al colonelului Elf \u2013 o arsur\u0103,
\no \u00eenviere trucat\u0103 care se petrecea dimine\u0163ile sub ochii mei pe birou,
\nniciodat\u0103 dus\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n

Impasibil, adjutantul colonelului Elf \u00ee\u015fi vedea mai departe de treab\u0103 cu aerul lui mar\u0163ial \u015fi gracil.
\nCobora, se r\u0103t\u0103cea \u00een picaj
\ncu pianul lui kamikaze cu tot,
\n\u00een trupul dihaniei \u0103leia orbitoare cu blana \u015fi trupul \u015fi ghearele ei de diamante,
\ncare l\u0103sa \u00een urma ei o d\u00e2r\u0103, un s\u00e2nge sc\u00e2nteietor \u015fi curat \u2013<\/p>\n

De parc\u0103, \u00een timp ce le pulveriza prin aer cu r\u0103suflarea lui de aur \u015fi lapte,
\nleopardul de diamant s-ar fi t\u0103iat sistematic
\ndimine\u0163ile,
\n\u00een poemele mele…<\/p>\n

CABARET BAUDELAIRE
\n<\/strong>
\nPsalmistului nici c\u0103-i pas\u0103 c\u0103 Baudelaire avea gu\u015f\u0103, p\u0103r verde \u015fi urina albatro\u015fi.<\/p>\n

Muzicii nici c\u0103-i pas\u0103 c\u0103 seara asta… carnea asta vor trece:<\/p>\n

sarcofage de s\u0103pun<\/em>…
\n
\nPOETUL LA STALINGRAD
\n<\/strong>
\n\u201e\u015ei \u00een clipa c\u00e2nd a \u015ftiut, a \u00eencetat s\u0103 mai \u015ftie<\/em>\u201d.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jack London – Martin Eden
\n<\/strong>
\nBubuitul tunurilor ne-a \u00eenconjurat.
\nEu \u00eenc\u0103 exist… Fac greva mor\u0163ii,
\nal\u0103turi de camarazii mei germani,
\n\u0219i ai bunicului meu,<\/em>
\n\u00eenslino\u015fit pe chip cu un za\u0163 imparabil
\nde amintiri…<\/p>\n

Exist, m\u0103 petrec mai departe prin Stalingradul \u0103sta \u00eencuiat \u00een moarte \u0219i pulverizat prin Cosmos
\nUn Stalingrad r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een poeme totdeauna ratate,
\nStalingradul cu Volga explod\u00e2nd din co\u0219mare continui,
\nExplod\u00e2nd \u00eempreun\u0103 cu s\u00e2ngele lini\u015ftitor \u0219i gros, \u00eenghe\u021bat pe m\u00e2nile \u0219i pe uniformele solda\u021bilor \u2013 albite ca ni\u0219te prapuri,
\naneantizate deodat\u0103 cu carnea \u0219i cu oasele lor prin tran\u0219eele lichefiate
\n\u0219i \u00eempietrite pe veci: stalactite ale ororii… ale dezintegr\u0103rii…<\/p>\n

De-acum timpul nostru s-a scurtat. Uruitul infernal al tancurilor se apropie.
\nSau poate-i doar iubita care s-a trezit \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i clameaz\u0103 lingoarea \u0219i semnul rat\u0103rii
\ncare-i tot dau t\u00e2rcoale, fl\u0103m\u00e2nde ca ni\u0219te fiare b\u0103tr\u00e2ne cu col\u021bii \u0219i tiarele deb\u0103l\u0103sate
\nprin tran\u0219eele \u00eenghe\u021bate… ridicate p\u00e2n\u0103 la cer…
\n*
\nMult mai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd \u015fi c\u00e2nd, tat\u0103l meu se mai o\u0163\u0103ra: \u201eFutu-i \u00een cur pe m\u0103-sa de nem\u0163i c\u0103 s-au dus peste ru\u015fi \u015fi i-au adus peste noi! Nem\u0163ii m-au nenorocit pe mine, nem\u0163ii \u015fi ru\u015fii, fire-ar mama lor a dracu’!\u201d.
\n<\/em>\u0218i d\u0103dea cu portofelul de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, circ\u0103re\u015fte, dac\u0103 i se p\u0103rea lui c\u0103 nu mai sunt destui bani. Iar asta se \u00eent\u00e2mpla mai ales \u00een concediu \u015fi mai totdeauna la Sinaia, pe la \u00eenceputul anilor ’60. La Sinaia unde ne ducea s\u0103 st\u0103m to\u0163i trei, el, eu \u015fi mama, \u00een mansarda din \u201eVila Nelly\u201d a lui tanti Nelly n\u0103scut\u0103 Pachmann, m\u0103tu\u015fa sau cam a\u015fa ceva din partea mamaiei Iacob, m\u0103tu\u015fa din lan\u0163ul \u0103la de rude cu nume exotice, cam toate nem\u021be\u0219ti \u0219i ele, de\u0219i erau din ramura noastr\u0103 ceheasc\u0103: Chapek, Franz, Ahile.
\n– \u015ei turcii, t\u0103ticu’! – plusam \u0219i eu, investeam la bursa noastr\u0103 de tabieturi. Iar tata o prinsese din zbor. A\u0219a c\u0103 ori de c\u00e2te ori, adic\u0103 rar, \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencepea ritualul-scenet\u0103 cu tr\u00e2ntitul de portofel, o lua \u00een ordine: \u201eFutu-le muma’-n cur de turci c\u0103 ei m-au nenorocit, turcii \u015fi nem\u0163ii \u015fi ru\u015fii<\/em>!\u201d
\n*
\nPe urm\u0103, c\u00e2nd l-am g\u0103sit (era de un 1 martie ’90 cu soare \u015fi cald), at\u00e2rna \u00een \u015ftreang… \u00cen casa din Bucure\u015fti, de la \u015fosea, casa cu cire\u015ful meu pus de bunicul, cire\u015ful vechi \u015fi \u00eenalt c\u00e2t casa cu dou\u0103 etaje, cire\u015ful meu uituc.<\/p>\n

\u0218i folosise, poate nu \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, cureaua de \u201estr\u0103jer\u201d a mamei, cureaua, unul din nenum\u0103ratele mele obiecte vechi, magice cu care m\u0103 jucam c\u00e2nd eram copil. Tat\u0103l meu at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd! Se legase de \u0163eava de gaz din dormitor…
\nIar \u0103sta fusese doar ultimul din haita mea de mon\u015ftri.
\nMon\u0219trii n\u0103scu\u021bi sub \u0219enile, la Stalingrad.
\nA\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 r\u0103bd\u0103tori, peste ani…
\n*
\nDar tot \u00een acei ani bl\u00e2nzi, de la \u00eenceputul vie\u021bii mele de la Sinaia, unchiul Ahile, fiul lui tanti Nelly Pachmann, \u00eemi povestea serile, cum el luptase la Stalingrad \u0219i cum sc\u0103pase de-acolo, din capcana aia ne\u021b\u0103rmurit\u0103, a mor\u021bii.
\nUnchiul Ahile era ofi\u021ber al armatei rom\u00e2ne \u0219i \u00een mod bizar, nu le spusese camarazilor nem\u021bi c\u0103 el vorbea germana la perfec\u021bie, din familie. La fel cum o \u0219tia \u0219i str\u0103bunica mea, maica-mare cehoaica. Iar ea, la fel ca unchiul Ahile mai devreme pe Frontul de R\u0103s\u0103rit, refuzase dup\u0103 1944 s\u0103 mai vorbeasc\u0103 o boab\u0103 nem\u021be\u0219te \u00een cas\u0103… Doar pe tata, singurul ei nepot, \u00eel mai ajutase maica-mare, \u00een secret, s\u0103-\u0219i perfec\u021bioneze nem\u021beasca. De-ajunsese tata, inginerul de elit\u0103, s\u0103 fie trimis de statul rom\u00e2n, \u00een tot spa\u021biul german al lumii, dup\u0103 asta.
\nPe c\u00e2nd la Stalingrad, tocmai mu\u021benia asta nem\u021beasc\u0103 \u00eel salvase pe unchiul Ahile \u0219i compania lui de solda\u021bi. C\u0103ci \u00eentr-o noapte, el i-a auzit pe ofi\u021berii germani cum \u0219opteau \u00eentre ei s\u0103 abandoneze a doua zi pozi\u021bia \u0219i pe rom\u00e2ni. S\u0103 plece, s\u0103 se strecoare prin cea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i chiciur\u0103 prin cle\u0219tele \u0219i printre tancurile ruse\u0219ti, cu solda\u021bii nem\u021bi \u00een camioanele lor, rup\u00e2ndu-se de ai no\u0219tri cu orice pre\u021b, fie \u0219i prin foc. A\u0219a c\u0103 a doua zi, unchiul Ahile \u0219i compania lui h\u0103rt\u0103nit\u0103 de 45 de zile de asediu f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103gaz, au \u00eencercat mai \u00eent\u00e2i s\u0103-i opreasc\u0103 pe nem\u021bi, s\u0103-i ia \u0219i pe ei \u00een camioane. Atunci a \u00eenceput m\u0103celul. Rom\u00e2nii \u0219i germanii s-au lichidat \u00eentre ei, cu ferocitate. P\u00e2n\u0103 la ultimul glon\u021b \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultima grenad\u0103. \u0218i ai no\u0219tri au sc\u0103pat vii, pe-un morman de cadavre nem\u021be\u0219ti \u0219i rom\u00e2ne. Dup\u0103 care, condu\u0219i de unchiul Ahile, s-au t\u00e2r\u00e2t zile \u00een \u0219ir \u0219i-au ie\u0219it din \u00eencercuirea mor\u021bii, ruseasc\u0103.
\n\u0218i abia c\u00e2nd a murit Ahile Petrescu, matematicianul \u0219i profesorul de la Facultatea de construc\u021bii din Bucure\u0219ti, am mai aflat ceva. Era mult dup\u0103 1990, c\u00e2nd era voie. Atunci, unchiul meu a fost \u00eengropat cu Crucea de Fier pe piept.
\n*
\nDe-acum haitele tancurilor sunt tot mai aproape. Vin peste noi zorn\u0103ind asurzitor din \u0219enile. \u0218i de sub \u0219enilele lor, z\u00e2mbe\u0219te Apocalipsa.
\nLa un Poker gigantic, jucat\u0103. La Stalingrad, la Pokerul lumilor, \u00eenghe\u021bat.
\nPokerul jucat \u00een orb, care cu bunic, care cu ta\u021bii uita\u021bi acolo departe,
\nPokerul pe care \u00eel mai juc\u0103m \u0219i azi, cu to\u021bii…
\n*
\nPoate c\u0103 toate astea chiar le scriu \u00een direct.
\nPrintr-o leg\u0103tur\u0103 empatic\u0103 cu Dumnezeu.
\nOri numai cu un eu ciung de-al meu, poate…<\/p>\n

Oricum, Pokerul negru m\u0103 umbre\u0219te \u0219i pe mine cu tiara-i deb\u0103l\u0103sat\u0103… M\u0103 pip\u0103ie… \u00eemi \u00eencearc\u0103 oasele \u0219i umerii \u00eenfior\u0103tor de volatili.
\nTiara cu cili
\ndefinindu-m\u0103:
\neu, o palm\u0103 trimis\u0103 pe s\u0103rite, din gen\u0103 \u00een gen\u0103,
\ncasierul de serviciu al str\u0103mo\u015filor mei,
\n\u00eentorc\u00e2nd obrazul \u00eentruna… \u00een picioare, \u00een genunchi \u0219i \u00een corzi, \u00eentr-un r\u0103zboi al Lumilor,
\npersonal…
\n*
\nAcum, \u00eentre tancuri, la limita no man\u2019s land-ul fluid pe care ru\u0219ii \u00eel sparg \u0219i-l \u00eemping, \u00eel sparg \u0219i-l \u00eemping f\u0103r\u0103 odihn\u0103, prin viforni\u021b\u0103 – iubita s-a apucat s\u0103 picteze.<\/p>\n

De sub pensula ei, ca un psalm,
\nCotul Donului explodeaz\u0103 \u00een miliarde de cuante de s\u00e2nge!<\/p>\n

Un general neam\u021b se opre\u0219te mirat s\u0103 priveasc\u0103-un minut, ce face iubita acolo, la \u0218coala aia de pictur\u0103 \u0219i poezie de la Stalingrad, constituit\u0103 ad hoc –
\nculori prin teroare,
\nversuri prin moarte \u0219i sugrumare…<\/p>\n

Din spatele generalului, c\u00e2\u021biva panzer grenadiri se uit\u0103 \u0219i ei mira\u021bi, sub grenade, gloa\u021be \u0219i obuze, la picturile iubitei,
\nPe c\u00e2nd p\u0103\u0219esc cu grij\u0103 printre mor\u021bii cu mitralierele \u00eenfipte direct \u00een carne…
\n*
\nGeneralul neam\u021b ordon\u0103 acum rezisten\u021ba p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t.
\nApoi, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencepe impasibil ritualul. Cu un ultim efort, \u00ee\u0219i salt\u0103 viscerele, \u00eencet \u00eenspre…
\nNoi ce s\u0103 facem? Ne scoatem \u0219i noi din rani\u021be, bini\u0219or, cu m\u00e2ini \u00eenghe\u021bate, visele noastre tumefiate… scurse \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt la Stalingrad…
\nVisele noastre at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd \u0219i ele, de viscerele generalului neam\u021b…
\nAt\u00e2rn\u00e2nd deodat\u0103 cu zecile de divizii calcinate \u00een capacana aia infinit\u0103 – diviziile legate \u00een fiare,
\n\u0219i-n pierdute poeme, legate…<\/p>\n

Diviziile, deodat\u0103 cu generalul dezvelindu-\u015fi \u00eencet, \u00eentr-o diminea\u0163\u0103 de psalmi asmu\u0163i\u0163i peste mare –
\ntigvele, de sub m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea dint\u00e2i,
\na Pokerului f\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i…
\n*
\nA\u0219a am venit \u0219i eu pe lume.
\nN\u0103scut prematur, cu mult \u00eenainte de-a fi.
\nN\u0103scut \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 calm\u0103 de ianuarie 1943. La Stalingrad.<\/p>\n

Acolo n\u0103scut \u0219i crescut. Un erete,
\nla Stalingrad stropit cu benzin\u0103,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 odihn\u0103 \u021bin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i cu furie de-atunci \u00een clon\u021b, chibritul
\nnicic\u00e2nd, izb\u0103vitor…<\/em>
\n
\nPUNCTUL DE GRA\u021aIE
\n<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0– menuet \u015fi scherzo –
\n<\/em>
\nIubito, poate-ar trebui s\u0103 m\u0103 prive\u015fti mai atent\u0103
\n\u00een timp ce un zeu turmentat se chinuie s\u0103 m\u0103 scoat\u0103 din pamblica p\u0103l\u0103riei
\n– eu sunt andrinsantul necunoscut –
\nzeul turmentat m\u0103 voteaz\u0103 disciplinat: carne pentru moarte
\nnoi, \u00een camera noastr\u0103 cea cu piscin\u0103 cu mare – cu Marea Neagr\u0103, cu vapoare, faruri, Luna \u015fi uragane, \u00eencastrate \u00een bazin, sc\u0103ri de inox cu trepte din asteroizi,
\npoate, \u00een timp ce tu tot \u00eencerci s\u0103 erupi – sabie de radare tras\u0103 \u00een safir, la Damasc, sub um\u0103rul lui Neptun, sabie din schisme lactee
\n\u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2ni, p\u00e2n\u0103 la gur\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 la idealuri
\nte stingi tu, \u00een piscina noastr\u0103 cea cu mare,
\n\u00een \u201e2 Mai\u201d-ul nostru de sal\u0103,
\niubire indoor,
\nte stingi,
\ndintr-o pamblic\u0103,
\ndintr-o \u00eenfiorare…<\/p>\n

LIPSA IUBITEI \u00ceN S\u00c2NGE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chiar la col\u0163 st\u0103 un \u00eenger – chipiu, epole\u0163i, uniform\u0103.
\nDe la Poli\u0163ia \u00eengerilor, cumva.
\n\u00centr-o sear\u0103 cum treceam \u00eenfrigurat \u00eenspre cas\u0103, m-a oprit:
\n– M\u0103, b\u0103iete, tu-mi pari cam nervos, f\u0103-te-ncoa’!<\/p>\n

(Ea se strecoar\u0103, se t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fte la mine \u00een cearc\u0103n,
\n\u00een carnagiul \u0103la de vise,
\n\u00eemi confisc\u0103, \u00eentruna-mi st\u00e2rne\u015fte o hemoragie de \u00eengeri<\/em>…)<\/p>\n

– \u015ei-acu’ ian’ sufl\u0103-n balerca asta, s\u0103 v\u0103d io ce-\u0163i poate pielea aia a ta, mi-a zis poli\u0163aiul cu-aripi \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, sco\u0163\u00e2nd o fiol\u0103 cu solzi de Arhanghel \u00een ea.
\n– Hm, aicea ie\u015fi bine, da’ tu pe mine nu m\u0103 po\u0163i p\u0103c\u0103li, nu \u0163ine, oi fi b\u0103ut tu ceva \u00eenainte, vreun zer d-\u0103la gre\u0163os,
\nde poeme,
\nda’ tot pu\u0163i de la o po\u015ft\u0103, a iubire! Azi scapi, doar amend\u0103, da’ dac\u0103 te mai prind \u015fi m\u00e2ine t\u00e2njind, s\u0103 \u015ftii c\u0103
\n\u00ee\u0163i salt permisul de om!
\n– \u015ei-atunci ce s\u0103 mai fac, Poli\u0163aiule, zi \u015fi tu: iubitei s\u0103-i pun girofaruri la
\npleoape? – i-am r\u0103spuns… r\u0103spundeam anchetat de un \u00eenger –<\/p>\n

Pe c\u00e2nd ea mereu amputat\u0103 de-un fluviu, de-o mare,
\n\u015ei mereu cresc\u00e2ndu-i \u00een loc
\nUn tigru pe-o cruce
\nCu col\u0163i de noroc<\/em>…
\n
\nPE LA BIG BANG F\u0102R\u0102 UN SFERT
\n<\/strong>
\nSingur \u00een gr\u0103dina Hesperidelor. Aici, moartea miroase a dedulcire,
\na rozmarin,
\na vulpi ginga\u0219 fl\u0103m\u00e2nzite la s\u00e2n.<\/p>\n

Peste tot adulmec\u0103 opricincii, c\u00e2inii \u0103ia \u00een haite, cu petli\u021be bizare
\n(p\u0103s\u0103ri de cear\u0103, z\u0103ng\u0103nitoare).<\/p>\n

Tu stai \u0219i a\u0219tep\u021bi. Al\u0103turi, Regina din Saba, uciga\u0219\u0103,
\nrenovat\u0103 ni\u0163el,
\nmai adie-o duhoare,
\nun malaxor de stafii,
\nlicitate de tine \u015fi cu care te-mbii<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd nici spaim\u0103 \u0219i nici menestrel,
\n\u00cenger la masa t\u0103cerii, angajat \u00een acord
\n\u00een gr\u0103dina ta zombie, \u00een gr\u0103dina-fiord
\nmai atingi o diluare
\nconstant\u0103-ntr-un fel…<\/p>\n

Pe zidul gr\u0103dinii, o m\u00e2n\u0103 a pictat o Apocalips\u0103 \u0219i hazlie \u0219i crunt\u0103: forme deviate, apari\u021bii amalgamate… ochi mari, suferinzi;
\nle prive\u0219ti lung: tot nu te recuno\u0219ti \u00een pozele astea haioase \u0219i nevrotice, f\u0103cute demult…<\/p>\n

Ora exact\u0103 vine iar. Opricincii, Regina, merele daurite \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencep valsul
\n– pas m\u0103runt, pas b\u0103tut, pas scindat \u2013
\nexplodeaz\u0103 to\u021bi deodat\u0103 din zidul gr\u0103dinii Hesperidelor:<\/p>\n

un asalt imparabil \u00een culori de must \u015fi de mir,
\no grijanie biruitoare,
\nfestin de p\u0103s\u0103ri de cear\u0103, z\u0103ng\u0103nitoare
\na \u00eenceput s\u0103 mestece Lumea \u0219i o scufund\u0103…<\/p>\n

Lumea care tresare \u00een somn la spovedania asta silit\u0103… periodic uitat\u0103, reamintit\u0103,
\n\u0219i adoarme la loc – un chit uria\u0219, \u00eempietrit
\nc\u00e2ndva \u00eentr-un vis n\u0103scut
\npe la Big Bang f\u0103r\u0103 un sfert…<\/p>\n

CAPRICIU
\n<\/strong>
\nApa str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een urma unui pantof…<\/p>\n

S\u00e2nii t\u0103i au \u00eenceput s\u0103 creasc\u0103 pe sub stre\u0219ini,
\nl\u0103stunii \u00ee\u0219i fac cuib \u00een ei \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i cresc puii.
\nDin p\u0103rul t\u0103u curg monezi,
\neu le culeg \u0219i m\u0103 duc cu ele \u00een ora\u0219 ca s\u0103-mi iau \u021big\u0103ri,
\n\u0219i-un litru de nebunie…<\/p>\n

De at\u00e2ta t\u0103cere, rujul buzelor \u00ee\u021bi va pili din\u021bii,
\n\u00ee\u021bi va mu\u0219ca degetele \u0219i visele,
\n\u0218i tu te vei cufunda \u00eentr-un somn de femur,
\ndin piele \u00ee\u021bi vor r\u0103s\u0103ri flori,
\no ser\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 va r\u0103s\u0103ri prin porii t\u0103i pufo\u0219i \u0219i moi,
\n\u0219i oamenii vor sta la coad\u0103 ca s\u0103 le cumpere…<\/p>\n

Apoi tu \u00ee\u021bi vei abandona trupul,
\nde exemplu, \u00eentr-un pian;
\nvei \u00eencerca astfel, s\u0103 urci mai bine p\u00e2n\u0103 la r\u00e2uri,
\nunde, de altfel, tu nu vei ajunge niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vor veni ploi, vor veni secete, vor veni simfonii,
\napa str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een urma unui pantof…
\n
\n<\/strong>RITMUL CUANTIC AL FACERII LUMII<\/p>\n

<\/strong>Ritmul \u0103sta b\u0103tut cu aripa de legiunile \u00eengerilor dezl\u0103n\u0163ui\u0163i!
\n\u00cengerii zdrobind Lumea cu aripa, o portocal\u0103 de fier \u015fi de s\u00e2nge,
\nLegiunile arhanghelilor Tobo\u015fari m\u0103r\u015f\u0103luind cu s\u0103lb\u0103ticie prin Valea Pl\u00e2ngerii \u00een ritmul \u00eenfior\u0103tor al aripilor ciocan,
\nLumea z\u0103ng\u0103nind sub r\u0103nile, sub fantele lor orbitoare,
\nLumea prins\u0103 \u00een gheare de rugurile trupurilor \u00eengere\u015fti\u2026<\/p>\n

Aripile zdren\u0163uite b\u0103t\u00e2nd ritmul deochiului,
\nsinuciga\u015f,
\nritmul cuantic al Facerii Lumii…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

BALADA COLONELULUI ELF I. Nu-l dibuiam niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2nd venea l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine. \u201ePoate-i vreo arsur\u0103, O \u00eenviere trucat\u0103, nedus\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t; Sau poate o nev\u0103stuic\u0103 venit\u0103 la subsuori s\u0103 mi se a\u015feze cuminte\u201d \u2013 \u00eemi spuneam. El tr\u0103znea dintr-un nor, dintr-o acumulare de \u00eengeri, Tr\u0103znea, exploda… Un pian alb, hiperdens, cu corzile infinite, Cobor\u00e2nd, atac\u00e2nd […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-229","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemele-finalistilor"],"acf":{"cc_filter":[],"poza_fixa":"https:\/\/www.societateamuzicala.ro\/lidiavianu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/Valentin-Iacob.jpg","url_poza_fixa":"","oras":"","in_strainatate":false,"pian":false,"orga":false,"data1":"","data2":"","afiseaza_data_post":false,"acf_sala":"","centru_cultural":"","articole_parinte":"","articole_relationate":"","coordonate":false,"tab1_nume":"Despre","tab3":false},"yoast_head":"\nValentin Iacob - Lidia Vianu<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.societateamuzicala.ro\/lidiavianu\/2017\/06\/17\/valentin-iacob\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Valentin Iacob - Lidia Vianu\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"BALADA COLONELULUI ELF I. 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