{"id":34622,"date":"2018-01-08T08:34:18","date_gmt":"2018-01-08T08:34:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=34622"},"modified":"2018-01-08T08:34:18","modified_gmt":"2018-01-08T08:34:18","slug":"andra-tischer-povestile-unei-ghicitoare-in-cafea-poeme-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/01\/08\/andra-tischer-povestile-unei-ghicitoare-in-cafea-poeme-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Andra TISCHER: Pove\u0219tile unei ghicitoare \u00een cafea (poeme) 2"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>ILLO TEMPORE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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timpul acela, \u00ee\u0163i spun, secundele lui, orele \u015fi anii lui s-au pierdut.<\/p>\n

Le-am r\u0103t\u0103cit prin t\u0103cerile noastre ca un copil \u00eentr-o p\u0103dure,<\/p>\n

nemaig\u0103sind drumul spre cas\u0103 de at\u00e2ta pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 priveai cu un ochi senin, iar cu unul m\u0103 certai \u00een somn<\/p>\n

\u015ei parc\u0103 deliram.<\/p>\n

Timpul acela, \u00ee\u0163i spun, \u015fi-a \u00eentors fa\u0163a de la noi<\/p>\n

Prive\u015fte-l cum lupt\u0103 cu mine, cum lupt\u0103 singur cu omul neputincios<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vrea s\u0103 \u00eenving\u0103, treze\u015fte-te, treze\u015fte-te,<\/p>\n

a\u015fa cum ai vrea s\u0103 de\u015ftep\u0163i un mort trecut la cele ve\u015fnice<\/p>\n

crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 po\u0163i c\u0103dea la pace cu indiferen\u0163a mor\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u0163a noastr\u0103 \u2013 pustiul.<\/p>\n

\u015ei m\u00e2inile tale care \u00eemi caut\u0103 \u00een ne\u015ftire sufletul, s\u0103p\u00e2nd cu \u00eend\u00e2rjire.<\/p>\n

Aici e, \u00ee\u0163i spun, de neg\u0103sit de la plecarea ta<\/p>\n

Oric\u00e2t l-am c\u0103utat, \u00eentruna m\u0103 striga cu un glas debil \u015fi nu \u00een\u0163elegeam<\/p>\n

De vine, st\u0103 sau pleac\u0103, \u00een nedumerirea lui fl\u0103m\u00e2nd de a\u015fteptare.<\/p>\n

Suflete, zic, timpul acela, secundele, orele lui s-au pierdut, ce mai cau\u0163i tu printre ele?<\/p>\n

Vorbeam printre cuvinte \u015fi \u00eemi p\u0103reau z\u0103lude cu p\u0103rul \u00eenvolburat \u015fi ochii tulburi.<\/p>\n

Unde te pierzi, \u00ee\u0163i strig, iat\u0103 s\u00e2ngele meu, nu-l mai recunosc,<\/p>\n

Am zidit \u00eentre mine \u015fi el o via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi o moarte<\/p>\n

cum zide\u015fti castele \u00een Spania\u2026<\/p>\n

Pe cine caut eu atunci c\u00e2nd nu te v\u0103d?<\/p>\n

Pe mine, pe tine, aerul, liliecii, vreun soare nebun<\/p>\n

Ce-\u015fi \u00eentinde ro\u015fea\u0163a \u00een de\u015fert\u2026<\/p>\n

Pe cine cau\u0163i tu c\u00e2nd nu m\u0103 auzi cum rup din anii timpului acesta secundele mele \u00een care ne-am iubit?<\/p>\n

Pe umbra mea, t\u0103cerile tale urzesc cazemate \u00een care m\u0103 fr\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2i, \u00ee\u0163i spun, \u0163i-am p\u0103strat \u00een mine un loc la fereastr\u0103<\/p>\n

De unde po\u0163i s\u0103 vezi mun\u0163i \u015fi pr\u0103p\u0103stii, oceane \u015fi stele f\u0103r\u0103 de cer.<\/p>\n

\u00cen locul meu, \u00ee\u0163i las g\u00e2ndul.<\/p>\n

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URBAN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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cobor la sta\u0163ia aceasta
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu la ce am venit sau de ce
\nm\u0103 \u0163in de aer s\u0103 nu m\u0103 d\u0103r\u00e2me
\nziua asta ploioas\u0103 \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de tine
\npa\u015fii urc\u0103 \u00een mine z\u0103nateci, cu disperarea nelegiuitei t\u0103ceri
\n\u00eentreb: p\u00e2n\u0103 unde?
\nmi se r\u0103spunde bizar: p\u00e2n\u0103 unde vrem noi
\nperonul tope\u015fte c\u0103ldura, ne \u00eenfr\u0103\u0163im ca s\u0103 putem rezista
\ne un tramvai oarecare, mirarea e alta
\n\u015fi cre\u015fte \u00een mine ca umbra
\nopri\u0163i, am strigat \u00een vacarmul acesta
\nmi-am pierdut mintea pe undeva
\no simt r\u0103t\u0103cind prin ora\u015ful acesta al t\u0103u \u015fi al mor\u0163ii
\nmi-e dor s\u0103 st\u0103m la pove\u015fti, s\u0103 bem o cafea
\ns\u0103 tri\u015f\u0103m din priviri, s\u0103 nu ne mai fie fric\u0103
\nbiat\u0103 fantom\u0103, cred inutilitatea ta
\nnici m\u0103car nu \u015ftii unde vrei s\u0103 cobori
\nde unde-ai venit nici at\u00e2t
\ncum dracu vrei s\u0103 te cred c\u0103 e\u015fti vie
\n\u015fi c\u0103 respiri \u00een mine
\ndegeaba te m\u00e2nii<\/p>\n

cobor la sta\u0163ia asta
\n\u00eemi iau ziua \u00een m\u00e2ini, o a\u015ftern pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt ca pe ap\u0103
\nmi-e sete s\u0103 \u015ftiu unde sunt
\nmintea, sufletul, adev\u0103rul \u015fi binele
\nvia\u0163a \u015fi moartea
\nperonul e altul, e filmul gre\u015fit
\nsau cine mai poate \u015fti…<\/p>\n

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POVESTEA UNUI VAS<\/strong><\/p>\n

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G\u00e2ndul la tine<\/p>\n

m\u0103 face s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een mine, ad\u00e2nc \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 respir\u2026<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103 sunt!<\/p>\n

\u015ei c\u00e2t de goal\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

n-a mai r\u0103mas \u00een mine dec\u00e2t istoria ta,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare zi rescris\u0103 \u00eentr-un nev\u0103zut \u015fi necunoscut dialect,<\/p>\n

al celor ce s-au iubit \u00een t\u0103cere, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se ating\u0103 vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mi-au spus pe ton r\u0103stit:<\/p>\n

\u201dUit\u0103 iubirea asta, te-ai aruncat \u00een ea cu capul \u00eenainte,<\/p>\n

alung-o de la tine, s\u0103 te desc\u00e2nte cineva\u201d<\/p>\n

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am \u00eencercat s\u0103 te cioplesc din trupul meu afar\u0103<\/p>\n

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\u201eMai bine faci din ea confetti<\/p>\n

iese ceva frumos p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, cine \u015ftie…\u201d<\/p>\n

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am crestat \u00een mii de a\u015fchii carnea ei vie p\u00e2n\u0103 la os<\/p>\n

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\u201dM\u0103car nu te mai pl\u00e2nge, las-o dracului de treab\u0103\u201d<\/p>\n

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am c\u0103utat \u00een ochii seci ai cuvintelor ultima r\u0103suflare<\/p>\n

\u015fi cu puterea ei am r\u0103spuns celor care aveau at\u00e2ta grij\u0103 de mine:<\/p>\n

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\u201dRaza cercului r\u0103m\u00e2ne aceea\u015fi,<\/p>\n

\u00een matematic\u0103 raportul se men\u0163ine constant<\/p>\n

centrul de greutate cade mereu \u00een aceea\u015fi baz\u0103 de sus\u0163inere a lumii<\/p>\n

de c\u0103tre cei care se iubesc frenetic, dincolo de toate legile \u015fi ecua\u0163iile.\u201d<\/p>\n

M-au privit cu stupoare cum recitam pe de rost, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc,<\/p>\n

alba\u015ftri\u00a0 ochii t\u0103i, virgin\u0103 pielea ta \u015fi respira\u0163ia ta calm\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare vers m\u0103 repetam aiurea p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd sim\u0163eam c\u0103 ame\u0163esc<\/p>\n

de mirosul lor care \u00eemi amintea de coloana infinitului \u015fi<\/p>\n

de muzica sferelor, incendiindu-mi portativele…<\/p>\n

\u201dNimica straniu\u201d, le-am spus,<\/p>\n

\u201dm-am obi\u015fnuit cu aceast\u0103 estetic\u0103 \u015fi cu metafizica ei mereu \u00een schimbare,<\/p>\n

din cicatricile ei a\u015f putea reinventa un nou absolut care vou\u0103 scap\u0103,<\/p>\n

dospit \u00een\u00a0 p\u00e2inea suferin\u0163ei precum aluatul fraged.\u201d<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndul la tine<\/p>\n

m\u0103 face s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een mine, ad\u00e2nc \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 respir…<\/p>\n

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PRIMORDIAL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103 \u00eenchid ochii, te g\u0103se\u015fte fiecare umbr\u0103 a inimii mele.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103-mi deschid inima, te pot na\u015fte odat\u0103 cu s\u00e2ngele meu,<\/p>\n

de fiecare dat\u0103 mai vie, mai cald\u0103,<\/p>\n

niciodat\u0103 pierdut\u0103, \u00eentotdeauna redescoperit\u0103<\/p>\n

un fel de limit\u0103 a suferin\u0163ei<\/p>\n

\u00eencerc\u0103n\u00e2nd fa\u0163a memoriei mele de patr\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103 mi-ai \u0163ine inima vie \u00een palm\u0103,<\/p>\n

chem\u0103rile mele \u0163i s-ar prelinge printre degete, \u00eens\u00e2ngerate\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cen cre\u015ftetul lumii am inventat un arc de lumin\u0103 sfid\u00e2nd gravita\u0163ia<\/p>\n

trupul meu \u015fi seva ta cald\u0103<\/p>\n

copaci de mirare cu vene str\u0103vezii<\/p>\n

hr\u0103nite de t\u0103cerea ta cu gust amar de poame seci, necoapte…<\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103-mi crestez \u00een piele cuvintele tale, a\u015f fi un curcubeu \u00een alb \u015fi negru<\/p>\n

un orizont \u00eendoliat de pace tranzitorie<\/p>\n

o diminea\u0163\u0103 albastr\u0103 de dor<\/p>\n

o boal\u0103 care te face mult mai frumos din mine cresc\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

un nume s\u0103lbatic cu silabe mortale<\/p>\n

biseric\u0103 veche de lut cu carnea de trestie…<\/p>\n

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IDENTITATE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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mi-e sufletul at\u00e2t de plin de ea<\/p>\n

azi nu-mi vorbi despre iubire,<\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2ntului s\u0103 curg\u0103 ape c\u0103tre tine cer<\/p>\n

liman de lini\u015fte aici \u015fi dincolo de lume\u2026<\/p>\n

te port cu mine –<\/p>\n

un singur ochi, eternitatea \u015fi dincolo de ea<\/p>\n

unic\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103, care \u015ftie s\u0103 le-adune \u015fi le scrie pe toate cele nev\u0103zute<\/p>\n

singure vorbele pe amar-\u00eensingurate buze \u2013<\/p>\n

cerul \u015fi visele, c\u00e2nd marea nu mai e de-ajuns.<\/p>\n

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Azi n-o s\u0103 mai \u00eempart cu tine aerul\u00a0 ne\u00eenc\u0103p\u0103tor\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00eentre mine \u015fi tine – vis \u015fi poveste, \u00eentre tine \u015fi mine, numai t\u0103ceri<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd tu e\u015fti tot ce \u015ftiu, iar restul e literatur\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd tu e\u015fti tot ce v\u0103d,\u00a0 iar restul e iluzie –<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd te g\u00e2ndesc, exist, \u015fi altceva nu fac.<\/p>\n

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Cu m\u00e2na-nceat\u0103 vreau s\u0103 te descop\u0103r,<\/p>\n

\u00een trupul infantil memoria r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 \u00een mine cre\u015fte<\/p>\n

capul \u00eemi pun la picioarele tale, iube\u015fte-m\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i spun,<\/p>\n

de carnea ta legat\u0103 cu albul oaselor mele<\/p>\n

at\u00e2t de bine e<\/p>\n

ascult o lini\u015fte din veacul de apoi r\u0103mas\u0103,<\/p>\n

e cald \u015fi e lumin\u0103 \u00een dragostea ta,<\/p>\n

miroase a via\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

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ISTORIE RECENT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Din toate \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile ciudate din istoria acestei lumi<\/p>\n

absen\u0163a ta dep\u0103\u015fe\u015fte cu mult orice \u00eenchipuire<\/p>\n

at\u00e2ta doar c\u0103 au uitat s-o treac\u0103 \u00een manuale<\/p>\n

la capitolul: \u201dIstorice catastrofe\u201d.<\/p>\n

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Nu mai scriu poezie de la plecarea ta<\/p>\n

ci un fel de jurnal de r\u0103zboi atroce<\/p>\n

de-o parte \u015fi de alta a baricadei<\/p>\n

enorme ambuscade, \u015fir nesf\u00e2r\u015fit de mor\u0163i<\/p>\n

m\u0103 populeaz\u0103 grav ca-ntr-o infirmerie ambulant\u0103<\/p>\n

miroase puternic a iod \u015fi r\u00e2ncede bandaje se lipesc mereu<\/p>\n

de cojile r\u0103mase \u00een mintea mea<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 ele cunosc drumul<\/p>\n

dar el, s\u0103lbaticul nonconformist,<\/p>\n

duce \u00een acela\u015fi teatru de r\u0103zboi, cu nep\u0103sare cras\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Nu mai \u015ftiu cuvinte de la plecarea ta<\/p>\n

doar c\u00e2teva silabe mai g\u00e2lg\u00e2ie \u00eenfundat<\/p>\n

\u00een gaura din g\u00e2tul meu \u00een care ai intrat cu zv\u00e2cnet scurt,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu m\u0103 doar\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Din toate \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile ciudate din istoria acestei lumi<\/p>\n

absen\u0163a ta dep\u0103\u015fe\u015fte cu mult orice \u00eenchipuire<\/p>\n

o s\u0103 le povestesc anume tuturor,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu se team\u0103 de vreo apocalips\u0103<\/p>\n

ea nu va mai veni \u00eentreag\u0103 \u015fi cu at\u00e2t mai mult<\/p>\n

inofensiv\u0103 precum o revolu\u0163ie de catifea<\/p>\n

va stinge focurile.<\/p>\n

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Dragul meu, vino s\u0103 vezi la poli o auror\u0103 boreal\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een inima ei de culoare s\u00e2ngele meu rescrie cuv\u00e2nt cu cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

pe \u00eendelete \u015fi pe de rost capitolul \u00eentreg.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

———————–<\/strong><\/p>\n

Andra TISCHER<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sibiu, decembrie 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

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