{"id":10116,"date":"2020-08-18T23:54:16","date_gmt":"2020-08-18T20:54:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10116"},"modified":"2020-08-18T23:54:16","modified_gmt":"2020-08-18T20:54:16","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-71-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10116","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 71 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"

Nikolai OLEINIKOV<\/strong>
\n(1898 \u2013 1937)<\/p>\n

Unul dintre cei mai originali \u0219i importan\u021bi
\ncreatori ai avangardei ruse, poet liric subtil, dar \u0219i
\nparodist, satiric, dar \u0219i filosof, un stilist inconfundabil,
\nde numele c\u0103ruia este legat\u0103 o \u00eentreag\u0103 direc\u021bie artistic\u0103,
\nOBERIU (Asocia\u021bia Artei Reale), coleg cu D. Harms, A
\nVvedenski, I. Bahterev, N. Zabolo\u021bki \u0219.a.
\n S-a n\u0103scut \u00een stani\u021ba Kamenskaia, regiunea
\nCazacilor de pe Don. A studiat la gimnaziul real \u0219i
\nseminarul de \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tori. Primele \u00eencerc\u0103ri literare \u021bin de
\nadolescen\u021b\u0103, perioad\u0103 \u00een care face o pasiune aparte
\npentru matematic\u0103, ceea ce avea s\u0103-i marcheze viziunea
\npoetic\u0103 naturo-filosofic\u0103. Dup\u0103 evenimentele turbulente
\ndin 1917, trece prin dramatica v\u00e2ltoare a r\u0103zboiului
\ncivil, lupt\u0103 \u00een deta\u0219amente de partizani. \u00ce\u0219i face stagiul
\n\u00een mai multe redac\u021bii de ziare \u0219i reviste orientate spre
\nrealitatea \u00een dramatic\u0103 transformare, nea\u0219ezare, \u2013
\n\u201eCazacul ro\u0219u\u201d, \u201eCazangeria pan-ruseasc\u0103\u201d, \u201eAbatajul\u201d,
\n\u201eCiocanul\u201d.
\n \u00cen anul 1924, se afl\u0103 printre \u00eentemeietorii
\norganiza\u021biei scriitorice\u0219ti din Donbass, iar peste un an
\neste repartizat, pe linie de partid, \u00een redac\u021bia ziarului
\n\u201eAdev\u0103rul leningr\u0103dean\u201d. \u00cencep\u00e2nd cu aceast\u0103 perioad\u0103,
\npublic\u0103 intens versuri \u0219i proz\u0103 pentru copii \u00een revistele
\n\u201eNoul Robinson\u201d, \u201eAriciul\u201d, \u201eScatiul\u201d. \u00cen 1934, \u00een
\noficiosul \u201ePravda\u201d, apare un articol \u00een care este criticat\u0103
\nproza pentru copii a lui N. Oleinikov. \u00cen acest an \u00eei
\napare \u0219i unica publica\u021bie antum\u0103 a versurilor pentru
\n\u201ematuri\u201d \u00een almanahul \u201e30 de zile\u201d.
\n Nu o singur\u0103 dat\u0103, a fost la un singur pas de
\nmoarte. Aceasta avea s\u0103 survin\u0103 \u00een infernul Gulag-ului:
\n\u00een iulie 1937, este arestat, mai apoi condamnat ca
\n\u201edu\u0219man al poporului\u201d \u0219i \u201espion\u201d, \u00een 24 noiembrie fiind
\nexecutat.
\n Aneantizarea sa fizic\u0103 a dus \u0219i la interzicerea
\nmo\u0219tenirii literare pe care a l\u0103sat-o. Manuscrisele i-au
\nfost p\u0103strate de familie \u0219i prieteni.
\nPeste ani, bine\u00een\u021beles, \u2013 reabilitat… postmortem…
\nCa una din milioanele de jertfe c\u0103rora li se
\nf\u0103cea… dreptate, recunosc\u00e2ndu-li-se nevinov\u0103\u021bia…<\/p>\n

\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lamenta\u021bia matematicianului<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-am s\u0103turat s\u0103 tot scotocesc prin cifre,
\nDe la ele durerea de cap mi-e \u00een toi.
\nA\u0219 vrea s\u0103 uit ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 17,
\nCe e 4, ce o fi 2.<\/p>\n

Invidiez v\u0103zul pisicii at\u00e2t de ager:
\nDac\u0103 pisica prive\u0219te la case, ea nu ia aminte
\nCe num\u0103r de ferestruici au ele
\n\u0218i mul\u021bimea de plo\u0219ni\u021be \u00een cifre n-o prinde.<\/p>\n

La fel a\u0219 fi vrut \u0219i eu, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 num\u0103r,
\nS\u0103 notez cu o cifr\u0103 stolul de vr\u0103bii,
\nPentru ca s\u0103 l\u0103rmuiasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 sar\u0103 \u00een caietul meu
\nCel pu\u021bin dou\u0103-trei p\u0103s\u0103ruici vii.<\/p>\n

Din via\u021ba insectelor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen palatele coac\u0103zei ro\u0219ii
\nTr\u0103iesc o sut\u0103 \u0219aptesprezece g\u00e2ndaci,
\nPatru plo\u0219ni\u021be \u0219i cincisprezece greiera\u0219i.
\nCe aer au ei de respirat, Doamne!
\nC\u00e2t de pe s\u0103turate \u0219i de onest m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 ei!
\nCe abundent peste d\u00e2n\u0219ii coac\u0103za-\u0219i clatin\u0103
\nCiorchinii de poame.
\n(1934)<\/p>\n

Elogiu inventatorilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Laud\u0103 inventatorilor ce s-au g\u00e2ndit
\nla atribute m\u0103runte \u0219i hazlii:
\ncle\u0219tele pentru zah\u0103r, mu\u0219tiucul pentru \u021bigarete.<\/p>\n

Laud\u0103 celui c\u0103ruia \u00eei veni \u00een minte
\ns\u0103 pun\u0103 \u0219tampil\u0103 \u00een legitima\u021bie,
\ncelui care \u00eei potrivi ceainicului capac \u0219i tromp\u0103,
\ncelui care \u00eent\u00e2iu-n lume
\nf\u0103cu biberonul de cauciuc.<\/p>\n

Laud\u0103 celui ce n\u0103scoci macaraua \u0219i gri\u0219ul fiert,
\ncelui ce-nv\u0103\u021b\u0103 lumea s\u0103-\u0219i alunge boala cu ceai de
\nzmeur\u0103,
\ncelui ce n\u0103scoci otrava pentru a sc\u0103pa de plo\u0219ni\u021be.<\/p>\n

Laud\u0103 celui care cel dint\u00e2i
\nbotez\u0103 motanii \u0219i pisicile cu nume de oameni,
\niar g\u00e2ndacilor le puse nume de tocilari,
\ngropari \u0219i t\u0103ietori de lemne,
\ncelui ce \u00eempodobi cu litere \u0219i monograme linguri\u021bele
\npentru desert,
\ncelui care pe greci i-a \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit \u00een antici \u0219i pur \u0219i simplu \u2013
\ngreci.<\/p>\n

Voi, matematicieni ce-a\u021bi descoperit tainele diverselor
\nopera\u021biuni cu chibrituri,
\nvoi, tehnicieni ce-a\u021bi n\u0103scocit minciogul, plasa-capcan\u0103
\npentru insecte,
\ninventatori ai agrafelor, paftalelor, bumbilor, s\u0103 zic,
\n\u0219i tu, creator de sos picant!<\/p>\n

Minunate flecu\u0219te\u021be, ideile voastre \u2013 mai scumpe ca
\norice ne sunt!
\nEle \u00eemi obsedeaz\u0103 mintea, \u00eemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie privirea…
\nLaud\u0103 celui ce f\u0103cu pudelul asemeni leului
\n\u0219i care-a scornit func\u021bia de controlor!
\n(1932)<\/p>\n

Releva\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n

To\u021bi n\u0103stureii, toate plo\u0219ni\u021bele, toate obiectele-nseamn\u0103
\nceva.
\n\u0218i nu de flori de m\u0103r unele se t\u00e2r\u0103sc, altele sar.
\n\u00cen configura\u021bii eu depistez discu\u021bii de nevorbit:
\nCada transmite un mesaj,
\nFace aluzie la ceva confuz aparatul de b\u0103rbierit.<\/p>\n

\u021ai-am servit scrumbie. E\u0219ti bucuros.
\nDar nu te gr\u0103bi s-o expediezi \u00een gur\u0103.
\nPrive\u0219te, prive\u0219te! Ea \u00ee\u021bi transmite un semnal secretos.
\n(1932)<\/p>\n

\u00cen serviciul \u0219tiin\u021bei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu am descris greiera\u0219ul, albina am descris-o,
\nAm reprezentat pas\u0103rea \u00een sec\u021biuni cuvenite,
\nDar de unde a\u0219 putea lua for\u021b\u0103, pentru a descrie
\nSmoala p\u0103rului t\u0103u, pe cap, fire\u0219te, a\u0219ezat\u0103?
\nDar vai, nu mai am puterile de alt\u0103dat\u0103
\nCare pe domni\u0219oare le secera precum o coas\u0103,
\nA\u0219a c\u0103 nu mai sunt acel ce-a fost. Am \u00eencetat
\nDe a-mi face de cap, de-a m\u0103 \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103ra
\n\u0218i nici nu-mi mai e pe plac m\u00e2ncarea de c\u00e2ndva.
\nDemult deja r\u0103\u021bu\u0219tele nu mai r\u0103m\u00e2n de mas
\n\u00cen deteriorata-mi burt\u0103.
\n\u0218i scumpe nu-mi mai sunt suferin\u021bele iubirii \u2013
\nDeja m\u0103 atrag fundamentele universului,
\nOmenirii. Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 m\u0103 interesez, \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat,
\nDe mei decorticat, m\u0103 emo\u021bioneaz\u0103
\nPastele de din\u021bi,
\nSub lupele holbate eu m\u0103resc fluturi mici \u2013
\nAlc\u0103tuirea fluturilor m\u0103 captiveaz\u0103.
\nPretutindeni \u00een urma mea, \u00een institu\u021bie,
\nPe bulevard \u2013 doar visuri sacramentale
\nDespre terebentin\u0103.
\nVisuri despre chibrituri, idei despre plo\u0219ni\u021be
\n\u0218i despre m\u0103runte obiecte c\u00e2te-n stele;
\nCe mecanisme-s t\u0103inuite \u00een g\u00e2ndaci,
\nCe for\u021be ac\u021bioneaz\u0103 \u00een bomboane, spre exemplu?
\nAm priceput deja ce-s acele tentacule tentante,
\nDe ce ciupercile sunt puse la murat,
\nCe rost, ce sens au tr\u0103surile, pistele de alerg\u0103ri.
\n\u0218i de ce \u00een ochii vacii se reflect\u0103 geamuri, ferestruici,
\nChiar dac\u0103 \u00eencornorata nu are nevoie de a\u0219a ceva.
\nIubirea trece. Pasiunea-i \u00een\u0219el\u0103toare. \u00cens\u0103-i lipsit\u0103 de
\nipocrizie
\nStructur\u0103 fermecat\u0103 a g\u00e2ndacului, v\u0103 asigur.
\nO, r\u0103\u0219chiratele picioare-ale lib\u0103rcilor, \u0219ase sunt la
\nnum\u0103r!
\n\u0218i ele comunic\u0103 ceva, prin aer scriindu-\u0219i m\u00e2zg\u0103liturile,
\nConturul, relieful lor e plin de semnifica\u021bii tainice…
\nDa, exist\u0103 ceva-n g\u00e2ndacii de buc\u0103t\u0103rie,
\nC\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i mi\u0219c\u0103 limbu\u021ba \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i clatin\u0103 must\u0103cioara.
\nDar unde-s doamnele, \u2013 a\u021bi putea-ntreba, \u2013 unde-s
\nDr\u0103gu\u021bele prietene ce \u00eemp\u0103r\u021beau cu mine
\nPl\u0103cerea nop\u021bilor, al c\u0103ror corp t\u00e2n\u0103r
\nSem\u0103na cu o garofi\u021b\u0103 \u2013 sau cu o putinic\u0103 \u2013
\nUnde s\u0103 se fi pr\u0103p\u0103stuit, de-odat\u0103, ele?
\nUnele nu mai sunt, iar altele-s departe.
\nAu ars cu toate, s-au topit ca lum\u00e2narea.
\nIar ast\u0103zi eu ard \u00een alt foc \u0219i altele
\nDorin\u021bele \u00eemi sunt \u2013 munc\u0103 de \u0219oc
\n\u0218i-ntrecere! M\u0103-ndeamn\u0103 spre alte trepte importante
\nA ierburilor din p\u0103dure diverse compozi\u021bii.
\nPrin ierburi g\u00e2zele-\u0219i petrec timpu-n discu\u021bii captivante.
\nGr\u0103be\u0219te greiera\u0219ul pe micu\u021ba sa biciclet\u0103.
\n\u00cenc\u00e2lcindu-se \u00een alc\u0103tuirea florii,
\nPe m\u0103turicea steblei alearg\u0103 o furnicu\u021b\u0103 efemer\u0103,
\nAlearg\u0103, ce alearg\u0103… V\u0103d ast\u0103 iu\u021beal\u0103
\n\u0218i m\u0103 prinde t\u00e2nga,
\nMi-e greu pe suflet!
\n\u00cemi amintesc de zilele \u00een care
\nEram mai proasp\u0103t dec\u00e2t calul, nu altcum,
\n\u0218i m\u0103 \u00eenghite-o tainic\u0103 vitamin\u0103
\n\u0218i tac, str\u00e2ng bra\u021bele la piept,
\n\u0218i privesc la iarb\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 a respira…
\nDar bubuie timpanul! \u0218i peste al \u0219tiin\u021bei slujitor
\nF\u0103r\u0103 de grab\u0103 soarele r\u0103sare.
\n(1932)<\/p>\n

La ziua de na\u0219tere a T. G. G<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, pas\u0103rea gr\u0103su\u021b\u0103 st\u0103 \u00een pom.
\nBa tresalt\u0103 coada, ba mo\u021bu-\u0219i scutur\u0103 bizar.
\nGrosolanul meu ochi ouoform
\nVede-n ea doar un obiect alimentar.
\n\u0218i dintr-o dat\u0103, \u00een loc de carne, pene, oase
\n\u00cen ea v\u0103zui expresia ideilor divine.
\n\u00cen leg\u0103tur\u0103 cu ziua de na\u0219tere, preschimba\u021bi-v\u0103 \u0219i
\nd-voastr\u0103
\nDesconsideratoarea atitudine fa\u021b\u0103 de mine.
\n(1933)<\/p>\n

Greiera\u0219ul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce exprim\u0103 micul greiera\u0219?
\nCare ar fi componen\u021ba lui logic\u0103 la ad\u0103postul micu\u021bei
\ncarcase?
\nEl e f\u0103cut din c\u00e2rligele, inelu\u0219e,
\nPentru mine fiind legat de spusa \u201e\u00eendrept\u0103tor de oase\u201d.
\nSpinarea greiera\u0219ului arde a con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103, lumineaz\u0103,
\nPiciorul lui str\u0103luce\u0219te ca roua.
\nCu genunchii str\u00e2n\u0219i, cu burtic\u0103, el \u021bi-ar p\u0103rea
\nCa \u0219i \u00eempachetat \u00een str\u0103vezie l\u0103di\u021b\u0103;
\nTaie-l \u00een dou\u0103 \u2013 minun\u0103\u021bii vei vedea:
\nVei vedea doi pe\u0219ti\u0219ori ce-noat\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103,
\nO gaur\u0103 \u0219i o cruciuli\u021b\u0103.
\n(1933)<\/p>\n

Despre zerouri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pl\u0103cut e s\u0103 vezi caietu-n p\u0103tr\u0103\u021bele:
\n\u00cen el e plasat un zero dolofan,
\nIar al\u0103turi un zero calicit
\nSt\u0103 ca o l\u0103m\u00e2ie miniatural\u0103.
\nO, voi, zerourile mele \u0219i zerule\u021be,
\nCe v\u0103 mai iubesc! Z\u0103u v\u0103 iubesc!
\nLecui\u021bi-m\u0103 c\u00e2t mai cur\u00e2nd, melancolicilor,
\nPrin atingere de zero, bine\u00een\u021beles!
\nZerourile \u2013 cercule\u021be vindec\u0103toare,
\nEle ne sunt \u0219i doctor \u0219i felcer, chiar \u0219i moa\u0219\u0103,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 de ele bolnavul \u021bip\u0103 din cauza rinichilor,
\n\u021aip\u0103 din r\u0103runchi,
\n\u00cens\u0103 cu ele fiind auzi strig\u00e2nd \u201eUra!\u201d
\nDeci, c\u00e2nd o fi s\u0103 mor, nu-mi cump\u0103ra\u021bi
\nCoroane \u00eenflorate, ci mai bine
\nPe trista movili\u021b\u0103 reav\u0103n\u0103 a mea
\nPune\u021bi-mi un zerule\u021b oric\u00e2t de mic.
\n(1934)<\/p>\n

***
\nPas\u0103re dement\u0103
\ncu penetul alb,
\nce tot treb\u0103luie\u0219ti,
\npentru cine te-ai str\u0103dui?
\nDe ce at\u00e2t de jalnic
\ntrilui-vie\u021buie\u0219ti?
\nDe ce nici nu pl\u00e2ngi
\n\u0219i nici nu z\u00e2mbe\u0219ti?
\nDe ce suferi, de ce
\ntraiu-\u021bi duci pe lume?
\nNu \u0219tii nimic
\n\u0219i nici s\u0103 \u0219tii nu-i cazul \u2013
\noricum vei muri,
\nexact asemeni mie.
\n(1937)<\/p>\n

Rostopasc\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Imperceptibile, surde, ne\u00eemp\u0103cate
\nCuvintele care plutesc \u00een mine, \u2013
\nEle o iau pe-alocuri \u2013 triste, palide, \u2013
\nParc\u0103 nu aievea, ci \u00een vis.
\nObiecte simple \u2013 pan\u0103, c\u0103limar\u0103 \u2013
\nStr\u0103lucind, altfel de lumin\u0103-or rev\u0103rsa.
\n\u0218i ziua clipoce\u0219te ca s\u0103punu-n s\u0103punier\u0103,
\nCucerind prin pripa lui \u00eentunecat\u0103.
\nM\u00e2n\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103 m\u00e2na mea a condus:
\nAuzi chiar ceea ce a\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 scriu,
\nCe emitea sunetul clipocit al spumei de s\u0103pun \u2013
\nUscata floare, rostopasca,
\nZis\u0103 crucea-voinicului \u0219i l\u0103ptuc\u0103.
\n(1937)<\/p>\n

Valeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"

marin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe \u021b\u0103rm, \u00een amurg, pesc\u0103ru\u0219ii \u021bin umbra sub
\naripi;
\nmai luce\u0219te ar\u0103mie c\u00e2te o pan\u0103, repede stins\u0103 \u00een
\n\u021bip\u0103t.
\nvara aceasta este doar o copie color a celor din
\namintire:
\n\u0219i acolo pesc\u0103ru\u0219ii \u00eencercau creasta vreunui val,
\ncu acela\u0219i curaj nebun al sinuciga\u0219ilor,
\ncu acela\u0219i curaj al juc\u0103torilor la ruleta ruseasc\u0103;
\nstau pe \u021b\u0103rm \u0219i a\u0219tept s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 r\u0103zboiul \u0219i s\u0103
\nfim \u00eempu\u0219ca\u021bi.
\npe plaj\u0103, din trupul meu \u0219i al tuturor pesc\u0103ru\u0219ilor
\nvor cre\u0219te c\u00e2ndva mari castele pustii de nisip,
\nflori de un ro\u0219u metalic \u00een amurg.
\nvara va fi tot mai fierbinte, tot mai st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103
\npeste cer, ape \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\ntot mai singur\u0103 \u00eentr-un co\u0219mar f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n

Maria CALLEYA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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AICI SUNT<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cuvinte rotunjite, col\u021buroase au umplut o pagin\u0103, mai
\nmulte \u2013 hieroglife contemporane pe care, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le fi
\ndescifrat, ochiul le admir\u0103 \u2013 \u00een\u0103untrul lor, furtunile de
\nzi, de noapte, condensate, cu \u021bipete n\u0103uce, ascu\u021bite \u2013
\nbarierele de aer, str\u0103fulgerate de focul unui c\u00e2ntec
\ngeam\u0103n \u2013 aici sunt, \u00eei r\u0103spund<\/p>\n

LUCIRI SPORITE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 o pecete, venit\u0103 pe v\u00e2nt, \u00een lan\u021bul f\u0103r\u0103 cap\u0103t \u2013 te
\nsalut, ca pe un vechi prieten \u2013 o singur\u0103 clip\u0103 ne este
\nmartor, acela cu form\u0103 fix\u0103, asupra c\u0103ruia timpul n-are
\nnici o putere \u2013 b\u0103nu\u021bul ruginit, uitat \u00eentr-un sipet,
\nrostogolindu-se \u00een fine liber \u2013 se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 mereu ceva
\nne\u0219tiut, se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 s\u0103 vin\u0103, se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 s\u0103 tr\u0103im plinul,
\ncompact, cople\u0219itor \u2013 chiar \u00een preajma stelelor \u2013
\nvrednici sau nu, le atingem<\/p>\n

POVAR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Viscol dezl\u0103n\u021buit \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 de august \u2013 \u00een cur\u00e2nd, o
\npoveste decolorat\u0103, cu capete sparte degeaba \u2013 s-au
\nr\u0103sculat \u00eengerii \u2013 z\u00e2mbe\u0219te \u2013 o pavar\u0103 prea grea \u2013 n-ai
\nnevoie dec\u00e2t de o privire \u2013 se clatin\u0103 biserici \u2013 am r\u00e2s
\ndestul \u2013 acum, e liber la pl\u00e2ngeri<\/p>\n

PE ARIPI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cre\u0219te nivelul licorii negre p\u00e2n\u0103 la picioarele
\n\u00eengerului binevestitor \u2013 acesta poart\u0103 pe aripi daruri
\ngrele, o m\u00e2n\u0103 a sa acoper\u0103 capul unui copil \u2013 mult a
\npl\u00e2ns \u00een vara asta Maica Domnului \u2013 l\u0103crimeaz\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 \u2013
\ndegetele nu se ating, rostesc c\u00e2ntece ciudate, \u00een\u0103bu\u0219ite
\nde noapte<\/p>\n

NE VOM RECUNOA\u0218TE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenva\u021b\u0103-m\u0103 tu dragostea ce str\u0103punge cuvintele \u2013 eu \u00ee\u021bi
\nvoi r\u0103spunde cu lacrimile oric\u0103rei maici, adunate \u00eentr-un
\nc\u00e2ntec \u2013 s\u0103 fie acesta leg\u0103m\u00e2ntul, de nimic strivit \u2013 cum
\nspuneai, doar astfel ne vom recunoa\u0219te \u2013 r\u00e2ul va
\ncontinua s\u0103 se rostogoleasc\u0103 peste pietre b\u0103tr\u00e2ne \u2013 de\u0219i
\nr\u0103s\u0103ritul se va ar\u0103ta mereu altul \u2013 noi, acolo, printre
\nr\u0103d\u0103cini, vom sur\u00e2de zilei, \u0219tiind c\u0103 vine noaptea<\/p>\n

MUN\u021aII DE AER<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u0103cerea, \u00eenso\u021bit\u0103 de un flaut cu aripi, poate deveni
\nhran\u0103 suficient\u0103 pentru \u00eenc\u0103 o zi \u2013 steaua, de\u0219i se
\nascunde, d\u0103inuie, acolo, \u00eentre mun\u021bii de aer \u2013 mi-am
\n\u00eentrebat degetele dac\u0103 mai recunosc clapele \u2013 au r\u0103spuns
\nfirav, mustr\u0103tor \u2013 le\u0219inul a durat destul<\/p>\n

LAN\u021aUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Somnul cel bun, asuprit \u0219i el, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103
\nnedeterminat\u0103 \u2013 c\u00e2nd ne vom reg\u0103si \u00eentregi, frumo\u0219i,
\nliberi. Aceea\u0219i tem\u0103 inspirat\u0103, mult iubit\u0103 \u2013 o c\u00e2nt\u0103 alt
\ninstrument \u2013 lan\u021bul nu se \u00eentrerupe \u2013 \u00ee\u0219i schimb\u0103, doar,
\nculoarea \u2013 aram\u0103 \u2013 fier coclit \u2013 argint vechi<\/p>\n

DOMNIA LUI TREI<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenapoi, vezi bine, se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 urmele \u00eenc\u0103rcate de
\nsensuri \u2013 \u0219terse sunt cu o grab\u0103 suspect\u0103 \u2013 cine, \u00eencotro
\nse \u00eendreapt\u0103? \u2013 o \u00eentrebare rostit\u0103 sau nu, prezent\u0103,
\nacut\u0103, \u00eenso\u021bit\u0103 de acel rictus al prea multelor nelini\u0219ti \u2013
\nde\u0219i e senin cerul, min\u021bile ascu\u021bite se coloreaz\u0103 \u00een ro\u0219u,
\n\u00een game \u00eencruci\u0219ate \u2013 al treilea element e prezent, de\u0219i
\nbine ascuns \u2013 domnia lui trei, necunoscutul de peste
\ndrum<\/p>\n

CHEILE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pece\u021bile unui timp le vezi cu ochiul liber \u2013
\nnesiguran\u021ba vorbelor, triste\u021bile cobor\u00e2te \u00een m\u0103runtaie,
\nridurile nemeritate pe at\u00e2tea fe\u021be chinuite \u2013 tot at\u00e2tea
\navertismente \u00eentunecate \u00een zgomot \u0219i neor\u00e2nduial\u0103 \u2013 \u0219i
\nm\u00e2inile, docile, t\u0103cute, sf\u0103r\u00e2m\u00e2nd piatra \u00eentre degete \u2013 \u0219i
\ncheile, inutile, muiate \u00een foc<\/p>\n

NICIODAT\u0102 SINGUR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pl\u00e2nsul \u0103sta, binef\u0103c\u0103tor \u2013 sl\u0103vit s\u0103 fie \u2013 c\u00e2nd vine,
\nprime\u0219te-l ca pe un dar ceresc \u2013 la aceea\u0219i mas\u0103 cu
\numbre aurite nu e\u0219ti niciodat\u0103 singur \u2013 izvorul vie\u021bii de
\naici porne\u0219te \u2013 o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere pe care ai visat-o se a\u0219eaz\u0103,
\nhlamid\u0103 u\u0219oar\u0103, pe lacrima fierbinte \u2013 acum vorbe\u0219te,
\nbl\u00e2nd, t\u0103cerea<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Din poezia lumii Nikolai OLEINIKOV (1898 \u2013 1937) Unul dintre cei mai originali \u0219i importan\u021bi creatori ai avangardei ruse, poet<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10116"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10116"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10116\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10119,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10116\/revisions\/10119"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10116"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10116"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}