ninsoare urbană

crapă oraşul de atâta ger

ca un balon roşu umflat cu heliu

oamenii-şi-ascund zâmbetele sub fulare

şi nu mai vorbesc decât prin semne

sunt labirinturi îngheţate ce duc la piaţă

din loc în loc primăria a instalat puncte de prim ajutor:

ceai cald de iasomie şi miere

e-aceeaşi semnătură albă peste tot pe acoperişuri

cu ciori drept puncte de suspensie

şi fire de telegraf ce împachetează cerul

e o lumină îngheţată în parbrize

şi-un cântec la pian

câţiva studenţi fumează pe treptele conservatorului

mi s-a părut că ţi-am zărit profilul

şi haina ta lunga de piele

cu nuanţe de cărămiziu şi roşu

mi-e dintr-o dată prea cald

traversez şi mă opresc la agenţia teatrală

plin de afişe cu dan puric

şi cifre albe mari întortocheate

am chef de-un spectacol elegant

o pantomimă cu tine

şi-un vin roşu

sec

mă urc în taxi, la radio tom jones

“piaţa cipariu numărul 15 vă rog”

şi ninge iar

cu fulgi ameţiti

ce se izbesc haotic de lunetă şi oglinzi

dimineaţă cu tine

mi-i poftă de-o bere cu tine

de baruri aglomerate şi concerte de jazz

de nopţi în hoteluri

şi escapade olandeze

mi-i dor să-mi ascunzi răsăritul în buzunar

ca pe-un bănuţ fermecat

„hai pune-ţi o dorinţă şi fumează cu mine o ţigară”

mi-i poftă de vocea ta adormită

de hanoracul tău verde

„ţi-am agăţat un fir de soare de glugă” obişnuiam să-ţi răspund

„ca să atragi fluturi şi să le laşi naibii de fete”

„vino să tragem nişte poze în centrul vechi, lasă-i tu încolo de fluturi

nu vezi că temperaturile au scăzut sub zero şi le-ngheaţă culorile-n zbor?”

mi-i poftă de mâinile tale jucăuşe şi vii

de felul în care îmi furi mereu eşarfa

„iubito, mi-e frig” şi-mi zâmbeşti şmechereşte

„facem şi noi ceva azi?”

mansarda

îţi tremură dimineaţa în colţul gurii
ca un porumbel prietenos
nu mai ninge
mi-e poftă să mă cuibăresc între genunchii tăi
să-ţi culeg somnul dintre bucle
să-l atârn de turţuri
cu mişcări leneşe
abia perceptibile

iarna se face dragoste cel mai frumos

văzută de sus mansarda are chipul tău
cel mai uman colţ de clădire
aici se adună toate pisicile oraşului
aici înnebunesc primii castanii
de dragul tău

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Valer si Iosif

Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen

To Vals Tou Gamou - Eleni Karaindrou

the kite of Freedom

There was a time when balloons, dragons, and kites inhabited the outer space and every one thousand years one of them was given the honor to fly above the Earth and make a human happy.

My name is Freedom, i’m a living kite. And this is my story.

It all started when Cathy put on her red-flowered dress and started dancing barefoot on the beach. It was a June morning, the seagulls were stretching theirs wings towards the horizon, belated quietly nonetheless so real. The sand was still asleep as were the shells and the cliffs. Her friends were snoozing inside the tent.

Suddenly, a kite blew out of nowhere, with thousands of colors, that were continuously changing his hues.

“What on Earth is that?” asked David, struck all in a heap. “it’s just the morning light you silly”, the girl replied. “Come on, let’s dance, dance, dance”.

There was a certain magic in her voice, in her strange moves. “Wake up you guys, the entire planet is longing for your smile” and she kept on jumping up and down, but in a split of a second her feet awkwardly stuck with something that appeared to be a ball of colorful silk. And what was even queerer the ball had human features.

“Oooh aaw…what ..who are you? How did you get here?”

Her eyes were filled with wonder.

“Well….Miss, I was flying above the clouds of Himalaya Mountains when I heard this song and the next time I knew I was surrounded by tones of sands and salt”.

“What song are you talking about exactly?”

“The one you were humming of course”

“Oh the song of the answer, it’s one of my dearest chants yes” and her face brightened with the most serene smile.

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly

Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

“Well generally when people sing or dance all the forces of the universe unite and give birth to something really special”

“Like a smile?”

“Yes, like a smile or a laughter or a flying kite”

“I see… and you are the materialization of my mood aren’t you? That’s the reason for which you are so illuminating and have the shape of a square and a circle at the same time”

“Yes miss I am the expression of your love”. And you can keep me for 3 months (the entire summer of 2009) during which you’ll have the opportunity to make other people aware of their amazing inner beauty”.

And that was the moment when Cathy decided to organize the “Caravan of Kites”. Driving in her cozy purple van, every day she randomly picked one city, ragged a tent in the town’s square and invited people to share their dreams and life stories with her. Then, as a gratification of their open- heartedness, she gave them one kite, and made them promise they would fly it with their children on the last August Sunday morning on the city’s highest hills. After three months, the whole country was familiar with the young girl’s plan.

On 29th August 2009, there was this midsummer madness of coloring and joy and happiness: the youth, the elder, the birds, the trees and the grass were all trembling with wonderment. Seen from above, they looked like a melting rainbow, that was spreading love all around it. It was the miracle of rediscovering themselves. Belated, quietly, nonetheless so real.

“Look daddy it’s flying higher and higher !!!”

“Yes just like an eagle that’s taking us under his wings”.

“I’ll call it FREEDOM” “we’ll do this again right? every summer from now on till the end of the world”.

“And that’s a promise my darling”.


There was a time when humans inhabited the Earth and every summer one of them was given the honor to fly kites above the clouds and make an angel happy.


My name is Cathy and this is my story.



photo by n4k3dlunch