M-am trezit pe cel\u0103lalt mal al r\u00e2pei, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 realizez c\u00e2nd \u015fi de ce. Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 punte, f\u0103r\u0103 amintiri, f\u0103r\u0103 mine. Tot caut prin minte ceva care s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 cine sunt, ce am f\u0103cut, de ce m-am pierdut, cum ies din negur\u0103, cum ajung pe partea cealalt\u0103…Nimic. O carcas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 esen\u0163\u0103, plimbat\u0103 din loc \u00een loc de m\u00e2inile unei umbre ce-mi r\u0103ce\u015fte fruntea, la fiecare apus de soare. \u015ei tot \u00eencerc s\u0103 m\u0103 caut, s\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015fez, s\u0103 m\u0103 lupt. Uneori am impresia c\u0103 nici nu-mi pas\u0103. Am ajuns echivalentul uman al resemn\u0103rii patetice, purtat de fiecare val tulbure ie\u015fit \u00een cale.<\/p>\n
\u00cenc\u0103 simt durerea\u00a0 \u015fi, paradoxal, simt o c\u0103ldur\u0103 care-mi p\u0103trunde prin piele, de\u015fi soarele se \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2neaz\u0103 a sta ascuns \u00eentr-o v\u0103g\u0103un\u0103 p\u0103zit\u0103 de balauri \u015fi pitici hido\u015fi. Fiecare noapte \u00eemi ucide orice vis \u00een care pot zbura \u015fi m\u0103 ag\u0103\u0163 disperat de cearceaful devenit du\u015fman, sper\u00e2nd \u00eentr-un miracol, fie el \u015fi divin. Mi-e dor de secundele l\u0103sate s\u0103 cad\u0103 \u00een r\u00e2pa din fa\u0163a mea \u015fi fiecare lacrim\u0103 stoarce din mine bucat\u0103 cu bucat\u0103. Simt c\u0103 voi deveni praf iar furtunile ce vor veni m\u0103 vor duce c\u0103tre nic\u0103ieri, fir cu fir, anotimp cu anotimp…<\/p>\n
Nu sunt real. A\u015f fi putut fi dar umbrele nu se fac s\u00e2nge. O voce \u00eemi spune c\u0103 \u00a0sunt crea\u0163ia propriilor temeri, pl\u0103m\u0103direa fiec\u0103rui r\u0103s\u0103rit acoperit de nori, c\u00e2ntecul zilelor noroioase \u015fi al al \u015foaptelor otr\u0103vite. Nu sunt nic\u0103ieri. Umbrele nu se v\u0103d, doar se ascund. \u00cemi doresc s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund \u00een mine, rece sau cald, dar nu m\u0103 g\u0103sesc. Nu m\u0103 v\u0103d, nu m\u0103 aud, nu m\u0103 simt. Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentind \u00eens\u0103 tot ce pot face este s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eendrept spre stele, cu ochii plini de neputin\u0163\u0103. Nu pot fi real. Nu pot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
M-am trezit pe cel\u0103lalt mal al r\u00e2pei, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 realizez c\u00e2nd \u015fi de ce. Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 punte, f\u0103r\u0103 amintiri, f\u0103r\u0103 mine. Tot caut prin minte ceva care s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 cine sunt, ce am f\u0103cut, …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[103,23],"tags":[2262],"class_list":["post-6681","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-promo","category-rataciri-lirice","tag-nimic"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6681","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6681"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6681\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6681"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6681"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6681"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}