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ioanioanpeia
e seară
zgomot liniştit de iederă uscată
depărtare subţire ca un zbor de raţe sălbatice
încă nu ai plecat şi lucrurile par să se dilate
pînă îţi ajung
sub umbră sub unghii în infracapilare
în cea mai intimă parte a pulsului
ce este cu această invazie ?
poţi să mai respiri o dată
să numeri bătăile minime ale secundarului
ca şi cum ai simţi prin piele mici scurtcuircute de tristeţe
le aşezi prin locuri dosnice
prefăcute de mult în cadre minerale
sfărîmicioase ascuţite microsopice
acolo unde nimic nu are spaţiu
adică înapoia minţii
cea numită păstrătoare de sentinţe şi morţi repetate
altfel...
...singur cu sunetul stingher al diapazonului
V-ul acela negru din cer
abia bănuit, abia auzit
nu-i nimic de spus
nimic de demonstrat
toate au gustul repetitiv al anonimiei
ce să numeşti cum să numeşti
cînd iuţeala fulgerului seamănă cu scurta viaţă
a scrumului de ţigară
dinspre negru către negru
V-ul acela ameninţător
cînd nu poţi rosti două vorbe mici
despărţite de lucruri
fără să fii învinuit de viziune simbolică
de înălţare în triunghiul zburător al migraţiei
al plecării
al mult hulitei şi mereu prezentei
dispariţii
e seară
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ioanioanpeia
it's evening
quiet rustle of dry ivy
thin distance like a flight of wild ducks
you haven't left yet and things seem to be expanding
until I reach you
under the shadow under the nails in infracapillarity
in the most intimate part of the pulse
what is with this invasion?
you can breathe one more time
to count the minimum beats of the secondary
as if you felt small prickles of sadness through your skin
you place them in good places
long ago made into mineral frameworks
crumbly sharp microsopic
where nothing has space
that is, the back of the mind
the one called keeper of sentences and repeated deaths
otherwise...
...alone with the awkward sound of the tuning fork
That black V in the sky
barely suspected, barely heard
there is nothing to say
nothing to prove
they all have the repetitive taste of anonymity
what to call how to call
when the speed of lightning resembles the short life
of cigarette ash
from black to black
That menacing V
when you can't say two little words
separated from things
without being accused of symbolic vision
of elevation in the flying triangle of migration
of departure
of much blasphemy and always present
disappearance
it's evening
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