C\u00e2nta o mierl\u0103 (\u0219i mierlele astea, alt\u0103 treab\u0103 n-au) \u0219i unul s\u0103 n\u0103duflea, sclerozat de la n\u0103dufleal\u0103, p\u0103 altul, m\u00e2nca-l-ar m\u0103-sa t\u0103t, m\u0103m\u0103liga terci \u00eenc\u0103lzi-l-ar s\u0103-l \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103, iernile toate s\u0103-l r\u0103ceasc\u0103, prin Alaska! Cest\u0103lalt, \u00eenc\u0103lzi-l-ar efectul de ser\u0103 al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, aproape c\u0103 \u0219i el. Adic\u0103, adic\u0103telea, bre, nervi pe asfalt ud. Adic\u0103telea, doi v\u0103rsau n\u0103duf. P\u0103 asfalt. Ud. Asfalt ud, bre. B\u0103, zic. Ie doar 5. Ora. Ce dracu`, acuma n\u0103duflim la ore d-astea? Ore mici, cu \u00eentuneric?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
P\u0103 strad\u0103 la mine, da. Acolo n\u0103dufleau. P\u0103 strad\u0103. Pe strad\u0103 – scuze. C\u0103 e n\u0103duf mare la mine p\u0103 strad\u0103. \u0218i altul, feodorian \u0219i el, o-nceput alt\u0103 acadea. \u0218i sugea la acadea de-o obosit acadeaua. \u0218i el. P\u0103i \u0219i tu drace, zic, iar obosim acadelele? N\u0103duf \u0219i \u0103la. N\u0103duflit r\u0103u. \u0218i \u0103la. Bre, io priveam. St\u0103team. Vedeam. Ce s\u0103 fac? C\u0103 m\u0103 trezisem. Din somnolen\u021ba covidian\u0103. \u0218i eram acolo. Pe trotuar cu pl\u0103ci d-alea de beton, \u0219i trei, vii, se n\u0103dufleau. P\u0103reau vii. A\u0219a p\u0103reau. Vii. Pe trotuar cu pl\u0103ci. De beton. Da, trotuar cu pl\u0103ci de beton.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
B\u0103, io dorm, ziceam? Hai s\u0103 mai dorm pu\u021bin. Dar nu dormeam. Al\u021bii dormeau. \u0218i dormeam treaz. \u0218i al\u021bii n\u0103dufleau n\u0103duf. N\u0103duf n\u0103dufleau. La chio\u0219c \u0219i doamna, treaz\u0103, cu n\u0103duf. \u0218i doamna. Vorbea \u00een c\u0103\u0219ti, c\u0103\u0219ti cu urechi. Avea dou\u0103 c\u0103\u0219ti cu urechi. N\u0103duflite, cu mult n\u0103duf. Mno, zic. C\u0103\u0219ti cu urechi. S\u0103 nu uit p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103toarea n\u0103dufleal\u0103. Mno, zic, mi-am notat \u00een agend\u0103, c\u0103\u0219ti cu urechi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i m-am r\u0103sculat. \u0218i m-am \u00eentors brusc. Pe la apus. Io dorm la r\u0103s\u0103rit. Dar am zis s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc \u0219i la apus, s\u0103 v\u0103d cum ie \u0219i la apus. Toate-mi iereau, toate-mi vor fi, toate \u00eemi vin. La apus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i s-o f\u0103cut, pe la apus – desigur, \u0219i toamna toamn\u0103, t\u0103t mai crea\u021b\u0103. Hoa\u021b\u0103 toamn\u0103 s-o f\u0103cut \u0219i toamna asta. S\u0103 f\u0103cu d-aia olteneasc\u0103, prins\u0103-n cuie, cuie ascu\u021bite, fr\u0103tiuc, \u00eenv\u00e2rto\u0219ate r\u0103u, m\u0103i frate, olteneasc\u0103!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2t\u0103 argintie opinie s\u0103 ai c\u00e2nd unii n\u0103duflesc n\u0103duf bacovian? Cu conjurul st\u0103m mai prost, c\u0103 de n\u0103duflit o n\u0103duflim chiar bine. Ai observat? Trec \u0219i ani. Ai dracului de ani. Cum trec iei, a\u0219a, nesim\u021bi\u021bi. Pandemii \u00eengrijorate, viforni\u021bate. \u0218i ele. Ale dracului pandemii! Mai un vaccin, mai ni\u0219te ohani\u0219i, c\u00e2te un pui de arafat. Nici b\u0103se\u0219tii nu mai sunt ce-o fost, dar ne ie tot mai bine cu noi \u0219i pro\u0219ti. Pe noi s\u0103 ne tr\u0103im, c\u0103 ciucuri ie destui. Avem pove\u0219ti, noi s\u0103 fim s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mno, vai. No ni, m\u0103, c\u0103 trec \u0219i oameni cu plugul vie\u021bii dup\u0103 iei. La unii nu ie plug, ie grebl\u0103. V\u0103su\u0219i, bre? Mai zice c\u00e2te una mai dulce \u0219i-un flaut. Ie bine. Io c\u0103 \u0219i trompetele t\u0103cur\u0103. Ru\u0219inate. Iertate fie \u0219i ele. Tobele str\u0103zii au amu\u021bit. \u0218i ele? Ie proaste? Nu mai n\u0103dufle\u0219te nimeni? B\u0103i, io iar dorm? Mno, bine, hai s\u0103 m\u0103 esprim cum \u00eemi vine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i-atunci, \u00een nemernicia mea, b\u0103, zic \u0219i io. B\u0103, n\u0103dufli\u021bilor, numa zic! Mi-e dor de nop\u021bi tuflite, cu mame, cu iubite care c\u00e2nt\u0103, chiar \u0219i-a\u0219a, vorba \u0103luia. \u0218i de gr\u0103dina cu julituri mi-e dor, de gr\u0103dina cu f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni cu mame \u0219i bunici, cu pove\u0219ti de copchii pro\u0219ti. \u0218i de \u00eempodobit mi-e dor. B\u0103, mi-e dor s\u0103 mai mor \u0219i de pl\u0103cere. Noroc c\u0103 mai exist\u0103 noroc \u0219i c\u0103 mai sunt unii noroco\u0219i care m\u0103 cunosc \u0219i-mi c\u00e2nt\u0103-n strung\u0103 (da, b\u0103, strung\u0103), cu cuci mol\u00e2i \u0219i cioc\u00e2rlii l\u0103l\u00e2ie, tremur\u00e2nd ca r\u0103citura de la doi \u2013 c\u0103 n-o mai ia dracului odat\u0103. Io, c\u0103 iar c\u00e2nt\u0103 flautul, ursuz. Flaut ursuz? Ce prost sunt. Mai dorm pu\u021bin. Nu. Mai dorm pu\u021bin mai mult.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iar m-am trezit. Ui viori cu brum\u0103, cu corzi obosite, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ite! Dealuri \u00ee\u0219i tremur\u0103 b\u0103rbile cu iarba ostenit\u0103 de at\u00e2ta c\u0103lcat. \u0218i mama o t\u0103cut. Obosit\u0103 de mine, de noi, de to\u021bi. Tremur\u0103 \u0219i lentila de la ochii vremii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iar dorm? Nu, e prea frig ca s\u0103 dorm. E iarn\u0103, pesemne, iarn\u0103 cu valuri, cu frig, iarna asta care-mi cre\u0219te cu pove\u0219ti de var\u0103 scobite ad\u00e2nc \u00een mine, r\u0103u, cu frigul, cu durerea ce, probabil, iar o s\u0103 mai vin\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Au t\u0103cut. \u0102ia nu mai n\u0103duflesc. Ie mor\u021bi, probabil. Sau, poate, s-or dus la dracu. \u0218i ceasul \u0103sta nu mai tace. M-a\u0219 tot duce, cumva cu mil\u0103, cu tot cu mine, cu tot cu voi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
B\u0103h… Ce b\u0103d\u0103ran! Mno, dar tot mi-e dor de b\u0103tr\u00e2nii faini, de copilul din mine, de suspinul sacadat al copilului prost din mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Io c\u0103 anotimpul e tot mai toamn\u0103, v\u00e2ntul e tot mai viforni\u021b\u0103, cresc asemuirile invers \u0219i nici voi parc\u0103 nu mai sunte\u021bi. Poezia \u0219i-a murit versul \u0219i c\u00e2ntarea. \u0218i fecioara. \u0218i fecioara, fecioar\u0103-n toate, se tot str\u0103duie s\u0103 mai r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 fecioar\u0103, prim\u0103var\u0103, cumva, festin\u0103, pui de om, cast\u0103. B\u0103h… Ce b\u0103d\u0103ran! Prim\u0103vara nu-i fecioar\u0103, a\u0219a-i?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u0103dufli\u021bi, al\u021bi t\u00e2mpi\u021bi, ni\u0219te greieri zdren\u021bui\u021bi, mai c\u0103nt\u0103 o sole mio. \u00cent\u00e2rzia\u021bi, dar p-acilea. Au vioara ostenit\u0103, dar sunt hot\u0103r\u00e2\u021bi. O mierl\u0103 zbiar\u0103 a durere. Noaptea zice de ore mici, n-o doare nici la toamn\u0103. C\u0103 e toamn\u0103, P\u0103unescule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Io c\u0103 iar am dato-n versuri. Dar, mno, hai s-o mai zic \u0219i p-asta. Cartea nu mai scrie \u0219i nici muzica nu mai c\u00e2nt\u0103 cum c\u00e2nta pe vremuri. M\u0103 duc s\u0103 fiu fraier. Pierd r\u00e2ndul \u0219i nu vreau. Ne vedem c\u00e2nd ne-nt\u00e2lnim. E iar 5. Fix.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nta o mierl\u0103 (\u0219i mierlele astea, alt\u0103 treab\u0103 n-au) \u0219i unul s\u0103 n\u0103duflea, sclerozat de la n\u0103dufleal\u0103, p\u0103 altul, m\u00e2nca-l-ar m\u0103-sa t\u0103t, m\u0103m\u0103liga terci \u00eenc\u0103lzi-l-ar s\u0103-l \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103, iernile toate s\u0103-l r\u0103ceasc\u0103, prin Alaska! Cest\u0103lalt, \u00eenc\u0103lzi-l-ar efectul de ser\u0103 al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, aproape c\u0103 \u0219i el. Adic\u0103, adic\u0103telea, bre, nervi pe asfalt ud. Adic\u0103telea, doi v\u0103rsau n\u0103duf. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11795,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[200,864],"tags":[231,865],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n