Fiecare pic\u0103tur\u0103 de s\u00e2nge scurs\u0103 \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt m\u0103 salveaz\u0103 de mine. Eu, a\u0219a cum \u00eemi spun astrele, devin din ce \u00een ce mai negru, mai infect, av\u00e2nd muzici demonice sub piele iar fiecare frunz\u0103 atins\u0103 de suflul meu ajunge \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103. Eu cu mine ducem o b\u0103t\u0103lie apocaliptic\u0103, distrug\u00e2nd \u00een jur c\u00e2mpuri de flori, p\u0103duri cu basme ascunse printre crengi, inorogi cu priviri de cristal. Hoarde de \u00eengeri negri, av\u00e2nd m\u0103\u0219ti pline de mucegai, \u00eemi\u00a0 invadeaz\u0103 porii, sorbind chimic orice strop de sudoare care \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219te s\u0103 alunge sclavii monstrului din mine…Sunt resemnat \u00een fa\u021ba unui anotimp nuclear, menit s\u0103 ard\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i moarte, \u0219i sunt legat pe veci \u00een temni\u021bele ascunse din turnurile p\u0103c\u0103toase ale unui destin plin de venin.<\/p>\n
Fiecare pic\u0103tur\u0103 de s\u00e2nge ajuns\u0103 pe covorul de paie din jurul meu aduce focul purific\u0103rii. \u00cemi privesc bra\u021bele devenite cioburi<\/strong>, numai bune de a oferi carne haitei de lupi cenu\u0219ii care m\u0103 n\u0103p\u0103de\u0219te, \u0219i \u00eencerc s\u0103 caut o lacrim\u0103 pentru izb\u0103vire. M\u0103 lupt \u00een continuare cu mine, \u00een ve\u0219nicul teatru de r\u0103zboi necre\u0219tin, sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 Luna \u00eemi va ar\u0103ta calea unui drum c\u0103tre stele…M\u0103 zbat s\u0103-mi desprind r\u0103d\u0103cinile ad\u00e2nc \u00eenfipte \u00een nisipuri mi\u0219c\u0103toare, \u00eencerc s\u0103-mi fr\u00e2ng trupul \u00een mii de p\u0103r\u021bi ce pot fi luate de v\u00e2nt \u0219i duse departe de chipul negru care-mi pune cea\u021b\u0103 \u00een ochi dar nu reu\u0219esc. Implor vulturii cu ochi de sticl\u0103 de deasupra mea s\u0103-mi zmulg\u0103 suflul bucat\u0103 cu bucat\u0103, eliber\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de mine…<\/p>\n Fiecare pic\u0103tur\u0103 de s\u00e2nge pierdut\u0103 \u00een povestea scris\u0103 de peni\u021ba unui destin care nu poate fi al meu gr\u0103be\u0219te distan\u021ba c\u0103tre ultima fil\u0103. \u00cencerc s\u0103 p\u0103strez literele care-mi pot oferi versurile unei melodii angelice dar, c\u00e2nd deschid palmele, g\u0103sesc fire de nisip m\u0103cinate de furtun\u0103. \u00cenchid ochii min\u021bii, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 condus c\u0103tre epilogul b\u0103t\u0103liei cu mine \u0219i \u00eemi las m\u00e2inile devenite cioburi<\/strong> s\u0103 \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie venin peste coroanele copacilor seculari ce ascund povestiri pline de catharsis. Culeg petale de nonsensuri, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 pot f\u0103uri peisaje cu sens \u0219i nu reu\u0219esc s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic. Sunt prins aproape de Hades, cu privirea Cerberului \u00een coaste \u0219i obosesc cu g\u00e2ndul izb\u0103virii \u00een ochi. Lupta cu mine nu o pot c\u00e2\u0219tiga niciodat\u0103…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fiecare pic\u0103tur\u0103 de s\u00e2nge scurs\u0103 \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt m\u0103 salveaz\u0103 de mine. Eu, a\u0219a cum \u00eemi spun astrele, devin din ce \u00een ce mai negru, mai infect, av\u00e2nd muzici demonice sub piele iar fiecare frunz\u0103 atins\u0103 …<\/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":[772,1239,1511,1938,2100,2948],"class_list":["post-6788","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-promo","category-rataciri-lirice","tag-cioburi","tag-eu","tag-gothic","tag-lupta","tag-mine","tag-sange"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6788","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=6788"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6788\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacioburi.ro\/revistacioburi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}