{"id":825,"date":"2021-03-25T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-03-25T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=825"},"modified":"2021-03-25T08:59:30","modified_gmt":"2021-03-25T06:59:30","slug":"pentru-o-noapte-nichita","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=825","title":{"rendered":"pentru o noapte Nichita"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>a\u0219 fi vrut pentru o noapte Nichita\u2026<br \/>s\u0103 stau la o mas\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba fluidelor<br \/>s\u0103-i spun vino prietenul meu<br \/>a sosit ceasul<br \/>s\u0103 vorbesc cu el pe limba lui faust<br \/>despre cuantica celulelor meschine<br \/>dornice zilnic de-o rebeliune ca-n filme<br \/>despre golurile din univers<br \/>despre cele care ne-apas\u0103 \u00een disperare<br \/>despre o floare al c\u0103rei miros ne doare<br \/>despre necuvintele soldatului<br \/>pierdute-ntr-o \u021bar\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103<br \/>c\u0103zute din gur\u0103 pentru c\u0103 din\u021bi<br \/>poe\u021bii nu mai aveau<br \/>iar solda\u021bii s-au mutat \u00een alte \u021b\u0103ri<br \/>\u0219i mai \u00eendep\u0103rtate<br \/>\u0219i mai apropiate<br \/>unde se lupt\u0103 cu alte \u00eenchipuiri<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u0219i despre ce mai vorbir\u0103m noi\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>eu \u00eei d\u0103deam cu nebuniile din noapte<br \/>el cu luciditatea din zi<br \/>dar ce spun eu aici c\u0103 vorbeam<br \/>nu de vorbit era vorba<br \/>ci de \u021bipat de strigat de urlat<br \/>a\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 desf\u0103\u0219or<br \/>\u00een toat\u0103 splendoarea mea<br \/>\u0219i cei de l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine<br \/>s\u0103 exclame ecstatic<br \/>da da da<br \/>a\u0219a era a\u0219a este<br \/>Nichita<br \/>o tor\u021b\u0103 o bomb\u0103 o for\u021b\u0103<br \/>prin care curgeau de-a valma<br \/>fluide fragile cuvinte<br \/>dez\u00eembl\u00e2nzite p\u0103trunse strivite<br \/>de un g\u00e2nd de iubire<br \/>trecut de la unul la un ochi de str\u0103in<br \/>la mansarde cu miros de vinil<br \/>\u00eentr-un anotimp al p\u0103tratului ciuntit<br \/>\u00een b\u0103taia clopotului<br \/>de pe strada cu num\u0103rul zece<br \/>o vai cum m\u0103 ardeai \u00een ding dong<br \/>o hai prin carnea mea strivit<br \/>prin mocirlele astea mici voi de voi<br \/>nemuritor de rece<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Wassily-Kandinski-1926-700x1012.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-827\" width=\"350\" height=\"506\"\/><figcaption>Wassily Kandinsky &#8220;Hommage \u00e0 Grohmann&#8221; 1926<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>a\u0219 fi vrut pentru o noapte Nichita\u2026s\u0103 stau la o mas\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba fluidelors\u0103-i spun vino prietenul meua sosit ceasuls\u0103 vorbesc cu el pe limba lui faustdespre cuantica celulelor meschinedornice zilnic de-o rebeliune ca-n filmedespre golurile din universdespre cele care ne-apas\u0103 \u00een disperaredespre o floare al c\u0103rei miros ne doaredespre necuvintele soldatuluipierdute-ntr-o \u021bar\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103c\u0103zute din&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[151,152,156,154,155,150,153,157],"class_list":["post-825","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poezii","tag-cuantica","tag-faust","tag-flori","tag-goluri","tag-necuvinte","tag-nichita","tag-rebeliune","tag-soldati"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=825"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":829,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825\/revisions\/829"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}