{"id":10420,"date":"2020-09-01T13:26:43","date_gmt":"2020-09-01T10:26:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10420"},"modified":"2020-09-01T13:26:43","modified_gmt":"2020-09-01T10:26:43","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-70-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10420","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 70 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u0218erban TOM\u0218A<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Vizitatorul nocturn<\/strong><\/p>\n

lui Claudiu Bolozan<\/em><\/p>\n

Maiorul Sordoni adormise spre ziu\u0103, chinuit de
\ninsomnia care nu-l p\u0103r\u0103sea de cincizeci de ani \u00eencoace.
\nA luat cina din mers, o bucat\u0103 de br\u00e2nz\u0103 acolo, \u015fi a scos
\ndin pivni\u0163\u0103 un borcan de vin alb, \u00een tov\u0103r\u0103\u015fia c\u0103ruia
\nspera s\u0103 adoarm\u0103. \u00cen vremurile bune, c\u00e2nd vindea
\ntablouri \u015fi fratele s\u0103u mai punea un ban, reu\u015fise s\u0103 ridice
\nun nivel casei p\u0103rinte\u015fti \u015fi s\u0103-i reconstruiasc\u0103 fa\u0163ada din
\ntermopane cu rame sub\u0163iri \u015fi albe. E drept c\u0103 o mare
\nparte din bani proveniser\u0103 din v\u00e2nzarea luncii de peste
\nr\u00e2u. \u00cen ultimii ani nu mai lua aproape nimic de acolo,
\nfiindc\u0103 ho\u0163ii erau mai iu\u0163i de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi \u00eei culegeau fructele
\n\u00eenainte chiar ca el s\u0103 le guste. Era singur \u00een casa
\ntransparent\u0103, luminoas\u0103, construit\u0103 aproape de z\u0103voiul
\nde pe malul g\u00e2rlei sufocate de tufe \u015fi de arbu\u015fti
\ns\u0103lbatici. Se a\u015fez\u0103 \u00een fotoliu, \u00ee\u015fi lu\u0103 paharul \u015fi stinse
\nlumina, pentru a scruta cu binoclul umbrele de pe malul
\nr\u00e2ului. Un b\u0103tr\u00e2n priapic \u015fi imun la r\u0103celi \u00ee\u015fi a\u015ftepta
\nibovnicele de ocazie pe o p\u0103tur\u0103, dup\u0103 ni\u015fte tufi\u015furi. Era
\n\u00eenarmat \u015fi el cu o damigean\u0103. Maiorul vedea fundul
\nvasului urc\u00e2nd \u015fi cobor\u00e2nd, \u00een timp ce b\u0103tr\u00e2nul paznic
\nde v\u00e2n\u0103toare lua c\u00e2te o du\u015fc\u0103. \u00cen rest, foiala obi\u015fnuit\u0103.
\nPisici care c\u0103utau cuiburi de p\u0103s\u0103ri, \u015fobolani mari,
\ndihori, c\u00e2ini \u00eenfometa\u0163i. Ochi ro\u015fii, aprin\u015fi,
\n\u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nta\u0163i de foame \u015fi de iarna care se apropia.
\nApuc\u0103 s\u0103 bea c\u00e2teva pahare de vin uleios, tare \u015fi nu-\u015fi
\nd\u0103du seama c\u00e2nd adormi. Se trezi c\u0103-l scutur\u0103 cineva de
\num\u0103r.
\n\u2500 Scoal\u0103, b\u0103, c\u0103 au venit ho\u0163ii!
\nSe frec\u0103 la ochi \u015fi \u00eel v\u0103zu pe tat\u0103l s\u0103u care murise
\n\u00een urm\u0103 cu cinci ani. \u00cel dusese la cimitir, dar b\u0103tr\u00e2nul
\ncontinua s\u0103-\u015fi fac\u0103 de lucru toat\u0103 noaptea prin cas\u0103, iar
\nziua me\u015fterea c\u00e2te ceva prin magazia ve\u015fnic \u00eencuiat\u0103 \u015fi
\ncurat\u0103 ca o farmacie. Pictorul \u00eel auzea boc\u0103nind \u015fi
\ncioplind f\u0103r\u0103 odihn\u0103.
\n\u2500 Ce ho\u0163i, tat\u0103, ai \u00eennebunit?
\n\u2500 E un ho\u0163, b\u0103, \u00een curte. A dat peste mine \u00een magazie \u015fi
\nacum cotrob\u0103ie prin atelierul t\u0103u. Ia pu\u015fca repede, c\u0103,
\nuite, eu am pus m\u00e2na pe furc\u0103.
\nMaiorul se trezi singur \u00een curte, \u00een b\u0103taia unui v\u00e2nt rece.
\n\u2500 Care e\u015fti, b\u0103, acolo? strig\u0103 el r\u0103gu\u015fit \u015fi glasul nu i se
\nauzea deloc.
\nApoi \u00eel v\u0103zu. Era un t\u00e2n\u0103r care \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cea veacul pe
\nla c\u00e2rcium\u0103 \u015fi omora cu pl\u0103cere pisici. Le juca \u00een
\npicioare \u015fi le zdrobea capetele, \u00een hohote de r\u00e2s. Avea
\nun p\u0103r negru, rev\u0103rs\u00e2ndu-se peste figura-i lombrosian\u0103.
\nHo\u0163ul se \u00eenv\u00e2rtea f\u0103r\u0103 rost prin curte. \u00centre el \u015fi pictor, \u0103l
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2n \u00ee\u015fi agita furca \u015fi f\u0103cea gesturi de ne\u00een\u0163eles.
\n\u2500 Stai, c\u0103 trag! strig\u0103 maiorul \u015fi vocea i se auzi gros,
\nnefiresc.
\nHo\u0163ul p\u0103ru c\u0103 nu-l aude. Maiorul \u00eendrept\u0103 arma \u00een
\nsus \u015fi trase un foc de avertisment. Curtea \u015fi casa se
\nsparser\u0103 \u00een mii de buc\u0103\u0163i. Apoi ho\u0163ul se \u00eendrept\u0103 c\u0103tre
\ngardul \u00eenalt, de ciment, pe care \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103-l sar\u0103. C\u00e2nd
\nse afla pe culme, Sordoni mai trase o dat\u0103 c\u0103tre ceruri.
\nCel\u0103lalt nu se mai v\u0103zu.
\n\u2500 L-ai nimerit, l-ai nimerit, chicoti b\u0103tr\u00e2nul, rotindu-se
\nca un titirez, cu furca \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.
\nApoi disp\u0103ru \u015fi el. Maiorul sim\u0163i c\u0103 \u00eenghea\u0163\u0103 din
\npricina r\u0103celii nop\u0163ii \u015fi d\u0103du s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103. De
\ndincolo de gard se auzir\u0103 \u0163ipate ascu\u0163ite, de femei
\nsperiate.
\n\u2500 Aoleu! Aoleu! L-a omor\u00e2t! L-a \u00eempu\u015fcat!
\nSordoni r\u0103mase surprins, c\u0103ci \u015ftia c\u0103 nu mai avea
\nvecini de mul\u0163i ani. Plecaser\u0103 la ora\u015f sau muriser\u0103 \u015fi
\nr\u0103m\u0103sese singur \u00een acel cot al r\u00e2ului. Nehot\u0103r\u00e2t, rezem\u0103
\npu\u015fca de col\u0163ul casei \u015fi se \u00eendrept\u0103 spre gard. Privi pe
\ndeasupra \u015fi v\u0103zu un b\u0103rbat \u00eentins pe jos, \u00een timp ce ni\u015fte
\nfemei \u00een negru erau aplecate asupra lui. Nu li se vedeau
\nfe\u0163ele \u015fi \u00eel boceau pe omul \u00eentins pe jos. Sordoni s\u0103ri \u015fi
\nel dincolo, iar femeile se topir\u0103 \u00een bezn\u0103.
\n\u2500 L-ai omor\u00e2t, nu? \u0163op\u0103ia b\u0103tr\u00e2nul coco\u0163at pe creasta
\ngardului.
\nPictorul \u00ee\u015fi trecu m\u00e2na peste fa\u0163a omului. Cum
\ndracu\u2019, se g\u00e2ndi el, s\u0103 fi rico\u015fat alicele tocmai aici?
\n\u00cel m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie \u00eendelung \u015fi fu surprins c\u0103 ho\u0163ul nu era cel
\ndespre care \u00eei vorbise tat\u0103l s\u0103u. Ce naiba…
\nFurul deschise ochii \u015fi z\u00e2mbi.
\n\u2500 Scuz\u0103-m\u0103, sunt beat \u015fi am le\u015finat, zise el. Sunt
\nne\u00eenchiuit de beat!
\n\u015ei disp\u0103ru \u015fi el. Dar maiorul apucase s\u0103-\u015fi dea
\nseama c\u0103 vizitatorul sem\u0103na cu el \u00eensu\u015fi ca dou\u0103 pic\u0103turi
\nde ap\u0103. Disp\u0103ruser\u0103 gardul \u015fi curtea, iar casa se vea,
\nluminoas\u0103, undeva \u00een dep\u0103rtare.
\n\u00cel trezi frigul. Tat\u0103l s\u0103u era l\u00e2ng\u0103 el \u015fi \u00eei trecuse
\nm\u00e2na pe dup\u0103 g\u00e2t. Din r\u00e2u se ridica un soare de argint,
\nun bulg\u0103re gigantic care str\u00e2nsese \u00een el tot frigul \u015fi toat\u0103
\nbruma lui octombrie. Lumina \u00eel orbea \u015fi sim\u0163i cum
\nr\u0103ceala \u00eel arde.
\n\u2500 E timpul, spuse tat\u0103l s\u0103u.
\n\u015ei ridicar\u0103 am\u00e2ndoi paharele pline.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

M. ROSSIIANSKI \/ HRISANF
\n(1892\u20131980)<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00cen almanahul grup\u0103rii literare petersburgheze
\nMezaninul poeziei<\/em>, cu pseudonimul Hrisanf, \u00ee\u0219i semna
\nversurile \u0219i articolele Lev (Leon) Vasilevici Zak, cel
\ncare, peste ani, avea s\u0103 devin\u0103 un celebru pictor,
\nscenograf \u0219i sculptor. At\u00e2t numele grup\u0103rii, precum \u0219i
\ndou\u0103 din cele trei almanahuri \u2013 Vernisaj, Osp\u0103\u021b pe timp
\nde cium\u0103<\/em>, ap\u0103rute \u00een anul 1913, i-au apar\u021binut chiar lui.
\nIar cu pseudonimul M. Rossiianski a publicat mai multe
\neseuri teoretice. V. \u0218er\u0219enevici sus\u021binea c\u0103 Zak \u201et\u00e2ra\u201d
\ngrupul spre un futurism \u201eacademic\u201d: \u201e\u00cen contraponderea
\nsimplit\u0103\u021bii grupului \u00een fruntea c\u0103ruia se aflau David
\nBurliuk \u0219i Vladimir Maiakovski, \u00een baza unei ample
\ncercet\u0103ri lingvistice, estetul Zak a dezvoltat teoria
\n\u00abcuvintelor-miros\u00bb, sub pseudonimul Mihail
\nRossiianski lupt\u00e2nd aprig cu lipsa de obiect a
\nneologismelor lui Krucion\u00eeh. Spre deosebire de
\ncubofuturi\u0219ti, el nu nega poezia veche, tinz\u00e2nd s\u0103 edifice
\nfuturismul \u00abpe temeiurile dep\u0103\u0219irii clasicismului\u00bb\u201d.
\nLa un moment dat, Hrisanf \u00ee\u0219i anun\u021base editarea
\nvolumului de versuri Improviza\u021bii pirotehnice<\/em> care nu a
\nmai ap\u0103rut.
\nDin 1920 s-a aflat \u00een emigra\u021bie. \u00cen 1970, la
\nM\u00fcnchen \u00eei ap\u0103ru volumul Diminea\u021b\u0103 \u00een interior<\/em>, care
\ninclude at\u00e2t poemele sale de tinere\u021be, din perioada
\n\u201emezaninului\u201d, c\u00e2t \u0219i pe cele scrise ulterior.<\/p>\n

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

***<\/strong>
\nPeste scrum \u0219i p\u00e2ine
\nSufletu-mi pl\u00e2nge
\nIar inima treb\u0103luie\u0219te
\n\u0218i se ceart\u0103 cu cerul<\/p>\n

Pieptul e bucuros de tandre\u021be
\nG\u00e2ndurile s\u0103-mi hr\u0103neasc\u0103
\nLa iesle se \u00eembulze\u0219te
\nTurma lor l\u0103rmuitoare<\/p>\n

Ov\u0103zul disper\u0103rii
\nToarn\u0103 \u00een iesle stelele
\nO izb\u0103vitoarea mea p\u00e2ine
\nO tandra mea cenu\u0219\u0103!<\/p>\n

(1958)<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/strong><\/p>\n

Urma de u\u0219oare picioare
\nPe umedul cer
\nO s\u0103rut ca pe o stea
\n\u0218i ocrotesc
\nPrelungul t\u0103u sunet
\nO via\u021ba mea<\/p>\n

Ca pe un fruct
\nCa pe un fraged m\u0103r desf\u0103-mi
\nPieptul mic h\u0103u
\nVezi \u0219i tu iat\u0103
\nVie\u021buiesc risipitor
\n\u00cen raiul meu<\/p>\n

Tu vezi colo chiar pentru noi
\nAm \u00eentins bogat\u0103 mas\u0103
\nAt\u00e2t de netrebuincioas\u0103
\n\u0218i iat\u0103 vine fulger\u0103tor spre noi \u2013
\nAscunde-te! \u2013
\nOra prieten\u0103 cu moartea hidoas\u0103<\/p>\n

(1958)<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Diptic<\/strong><\/p>\n

1<\/em><\/p>\n

Chiar ora \u0219i lini\u0219tea s\u0103 fie?
\nDar tu murmurai: aici e cap\u0103tul.
\nSmochini p\u0103m\u00e2nt aur jertf\u0103
\nLini\u0219te \u0219i or\u0103<\/p>\n

Mun\u021bi darnici \u00een struguri miero\u0219i
\nAur p\u0103m\u00e2nt smochini p\u00e2ine
\nO de-ar fi s\u0103 sf\u0103r\u00e2mi nevoin\u021ba
\nS\u0103 \u0219tergi paragrafe cer<\/p>\n

M\u0103 voi culca pe nori netezi
\nG\u0103se\u0219te-m\u0103 atinge-m\u0103 lini\u0219te
\nSunt \u00eenve\u0219m\u00e2ntat cu v\u0103zduh
\nIar inima mi-e labirint<\/p>\n

Cine murmur\u0103: e cap\u0103tul
\nCine-i spuse pe nume lini\u0219tii?
\nNu am nevoie de proverbe-n\u021belepte
\n\u0218i de prorociri<\/p>\n

O nimicnicie
\nDe-a atinge cu degetele soarele!
\nDar tu murmurai: timpul
\n\u00centr-adev\u0103r s\u0103 fie lini\u0219tea \u0219i ora?<\/p>\n

2<\/em><\/p>\n

Da e lini\u0219tea \u0219i ora \u2013
\nSpa\u021bii
\nDate zilelor
\nRespira\u021biei \u0219i mor\u021bii<\/p>\n

\u0218i tu geometrie a destinelor
\nTu be\u021bie
\nImproviza\u021bie
\n\u0218i dans<\/p>\n

Omul
\nV\u0103rui cerul
\n\u0218i r\u0103zle\u021bi
\nM\u0103rul \u0219i norul<\/p>\n

Lini\u0219tea \u0219i ora
\nLegea miopului
\nCe vede \u2013
\nVinul nevinovat<\/p>\n

Copile
\nJoac\u0103-te cu mine
\nTu m\u0103 arunci
\n\u00cen vecie<\/p>\n

(1959)<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Elegie din Cadaqu\u00e9s<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chem \u0219i binecuv\u00e2ntez cuvinte
\nPl\u00e2ng nop\u021bile
\nAmicala datorie
\nA sufletului<\/p>\n

Plute\u0219te marea
\nPrecum pas\u0103rea
\n\u0218i vremea-i gravid\u0103
\nCu lini\u0219tea<\/p>\n

Lini\u0219tea
\nAvorton al cerului
\nAcosteaz\u0103
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 inim\u0103<\/p>\n

Acolo
\nV\u00e2ntul de p\u00e2n\u0103 la potop
\nPrinde cuvintele
\nUitate de vis<\/p>\n

(1959)<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

R\u0103spuns v\u00e2ntului<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Nou\u0103 psalmi)<\/em><\/p>\n

I<\/p>\n

Nu suspina la zid
\nUnde anii au fost ghici\u021bi
\nDe ape
\nCu adev\u0103rat obosir\u0103 buzele tale
\nR\u0103spunde-i v\u00e2ntului
\nCe duce tinere\u021bea
\nSpre delt\u0103
\nD\u0103-i r\u0103spuns
\nV\u00e2ntului
\nCe cheam\u0103
\nUmbra zilei \u0219i ziua umbrei
\nEternizeaz\u0103
\nCe-a mutilat noaptea
\nOcrote\u0219te ostroave \u021b\u0103rmuri
\n\u0218i \u00een\u0103l\u021barea lini\u0219tii<\/p>\n

II<\/em><\/p>\n

Milostenia adev\u0103rului \u2013
\nPomana zilei
\nCine \u00eentreab\u0103
\nTrecutul
\n\u0218i viitorul
\nConstr\u00e2nge \u00een spa\u021biu?
\nEu chem \u00eentru r\u0103zbunare
\nDe stele
\nDe flac\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i nume
\nPrinde \u00een cuie Doamne
\nNedumerirea
\nCreaturii tale
\nDeschide-i
\nCovoarele \u0219i m\u0103rfurile
\nCerului!
\n\u0218i nu descul\u021b
\nC\u0103ci de tine sunt \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bat
\nVoi intra \u00een ne\u0219tiut
\n\u0218i \u00een Demult<\/p>\n

III<\/em><\/p>\n

Voi intra
\n\u00cen apele v\u0103duve
\n\u00cendep\u0103rtatului trecut
\nSp\u0103l\u00e2nd smoala
\nDe pe inten\u021biile \u0219i g\u00e2ndurile mele
\nDe pe drum \u0219i experien\u021b\u0103 \u2013
\nOrbirea
\nVoi bate-n nor
\n\u0218i voi trezi cerul
\nCu urlete
\n\u0218i scuip\u0103turi
\nUmezeal\u0103 \u0219i s\u00e2nge Deschide-Te
\nV\u0103zului \u0219i viezurelui
\nRobului \u0219i pe\u0219telui
\nDeschide-i creaturii tale
\nT\u0103ria p\u0103m\u00e2ntului \u0219i preintrarea
\nPalatul inimii \u0219i numelui
\nAmin<\/p>\n

IV<\/em><\/p>\n

Eu am m\u0103surat moartea
\nVerific\u00e2ndu-i pr\u0103bu\u0219irile
\nPrins \u00een cuie
\nDe unitate \u0219i sete
\nAm gustat o\u021bet
\nTu \u00eens\u0103
\nAi stors
\nDin p\u0103cat \u0219i pulbere
\nDin castitatea \u0219i din vina mea
\nVin
\nTu ai sc\u0103ldat trupul dimine\u021bii mele
\nRe\u00eenviind for\u021ba \u0219i soarele
\nMul\u021bumesc viticultorului
\nPentru loaz\u0103 \u0219i lacrim\u0103
\nPentru zv\u00e2cnetele
\nCurcubeului
\n\u0218i drumului<\/p>\n

V<\/em><\/p>\n

Irigi
\n\u00cen\u0103l\u021bimile lini\u0219tii
\nCu s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba
\n\u0218i numele t\u0103u
\nM\u0103sori timpul
\nTu ai conceput omul
\n\u00cen p\u00e2ntecele bol\u021bii cere\u0219ti
\n\u0218i volumul casei tale \u2013
\n\u00cen\u021beleapta diminea\u021b\u0103
\nCe se joac\u0103
\nLa marginea raiului
\nMerg cad oare voi nimeri
\n\u00cen ne\u021b\u0103rmuritul da
\nUnde nu-s nici dep\u0103rt\u0103ri
\nNici st\u00e2rvuri
\nUnde voi c\u0103dea la poalele
\nZorilor \u0219i alaiurilor? Cu fulgura\u021bii
\nTu gr\u0103be\u0219ti poteca.<\/p>\n

VI<\/em><\/p>\n

Pe culmile tale nu c\u00e2nt\u0103ri
\nLucrurile
\nNu vesti
\nAdev\u0103rul pustiului
\nCu ne\u0219tiutul
\nEu am \u00eensufle\u021bit apele
\n\u0218i cu lipsa de g\u00e2nd \u00eenmul\u021bit-am
\nUmedul \u0219i viul
\n\u00cent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor m-am desprins de \u021b\u0103rm
\nDe nefiin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i cer
\n\u0218i te locuiesc pe tine omule
\n\u0218i cre\u0219tetul \u0219i pleoapa ta
\nS\u00e2ngelui t\u0103u
\n\u0218i realit\u0103\u021bii
\nLucrurilor m\u0103 vestesc pe mine
\nCu glagore \u0219i glorie<\/p>\n

VII<\/em><\/p>\n

Dar vai tu m-ai pescuit
\n(Pentru ce?) din p\u00e2raiele nop\u021bii
\nUnde nu m\u0103 stupefiau
\nNici destinul nici timpul
\nTu m-ai scos din alb\u0103strime \u00een\u0103l\u021bime
\nRostind \u0219i rostuind
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba \u0219i vremea mea
\nAi legat nod r\u0103utatea
\nBol\u021bile \u0219i libert\u0103\u021bile
\nDrept dat d\u00e2ndu-mi dep\u0103rt\u0103rile
\nSc\u0103z\u0103m\u00e2ntul muritul \u0219i durerea
\nTu mutilezi cu m\u0103re\u021bia
\nDrap\u00e2nd cu purpur\u0103
\nPierderile mele
\nDup\u0103 care pl\u00e2ng cu scrum \u0219i praf de drum.
\nSe istove\u0219te piciorul meu
\nCondamna\u021bi la neputin\u021b\u0103 sunt umerii
\nTurmele-mi sunt date ru\u0219inoaselor cutume
\n\u0218i psalmii c\u00e2inilor pisicilor
\nNu-i st\u0103 soliei \u00een putere
\nRan\u0103 \u0219i coroan\u0103
\nPorfir \u0219i purpur.<\/p>\n

VIII<\/em><\/p>\n

Nu pl\u00e2nge \u00eenve\u0219m\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-te
\nA doliu
\nPeste diminea\u021ba s\u0103pat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt
\nNu sf\u00e2\u0219ia pripit
\nZdren\u021bele
\nNu b\u0103t\u0103tori \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na
\nT\u0103riilor \u0219i azurului!
\nTu e\u0219ti ad\u00e2ncul \u0219i patria zilei
\nE\u0219ti cre\u0219tetul \u0219i cre\u0219terea nop\u021bii
\nBuzele tale \u2013 gur\u0103 de delt\u0103
\nA sufletului \u0219i lini\u0219tii tale
\nZiua prunc\u0103
\nO \u00eenf\u0103\u0219\u0103m ambii
\n\u00cen leag\u0103n f\u0103r\u0103 aman
\nCe amenin\u021b\u0103 cu lucruri \u00een tremur
\nSalut\u0103 copil\u0103ria
\n\u0218i jocurile lumii
\nBinecuv\u00e2nteaz\u0103
\nPletele
\nV\u00e2ntului \u0219i dimine\u021bii
\nDe cu zori \u0219terge
\nCenu\u0219a \u0219i praful.<\/p>\n

IX<\/em><\/p>\n

Se r\u0103cesc buzele
\nCelui suprapus pustiului
\nCel ce nu are nume nu are
\nNici sare nici scop nici chip
\nEu merg \u00een intimitate cu amiaza
\nFlac\u0103ra ei e pe cre\u0219tetul meu
\n\u0218i calicesc singur\u0103tatea \u2013
\nUmbr\u0103 a nimicului
\nUnde e\u0219ti tu copil gola\u0219
\nTrimis \u00een ieslea asinului?
\nEu voi veni ca ecou
\nLa p\u0103stori
\nSau (voi reu\u0219i oare?)
\n\u00cen clipite vagi la magi
\nNu voi \u00eent\u00e2rzia \u0219i din dep\u0103rtare
\nDup\u0103 stea
\nVoi merge sufl\u00e2nd abia-abia
\nPeste c\u0103z\u0103toarele suflete viitoare
\nDa
\nM\u0103 voi duce
\nJubil\u00e2nd \u0219i l\u0103tr\u00e2nd
\nAleluia!<\/p>\n

(1962)<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Gina ZAHARIA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Prim\u0103vara din v\u00e2rful amiezii<\/strong>
\n.
\nAi \u00eenchis prim\u0103vara \u00eentr-o duminic\u0103, Doamne,
\n\u0219i ce mireasm\u0103 ne r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul,
\nc\u00e2t alb-intens
\nse joac\u0103 \u00een verde \u0219i albastru,
\nde parc\u0103 un cor de \u00eengeri ne \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eempletim lumina
\n\u00een suflete!
\n.
\nNu-i a\u0219a, Doamne,
\nc\u0103 nimic nu ne poate opri s\u0103 alerg\u0103m pe c\u00e2mpiile abia
\npornite la parad\u0103,
\nc\u0103 \u0219i de aici se v\u0103d la fel de optimiste
\n\u0219i frumos g\u0103tite,
\nc\u0103 p\u0103durile au trilurile tot la fel de bogate
\nca ieri,
\niar pacea ne salut\u0103 din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i ne binecuv\u00e2nteaz\u0103?!
\n.
\nSe aude murmur de flori la ferestre,
\nintr\u0103 \u00een case, stau la mas\u0103 cu noi \u0219i ne vorbesc despre
\ncredin\u021b\u0103,
\nast\u0103zi, mai mult ca oric\u00e2nd,
\nar putea umple toate drumurile,
\n\u0219i satele,
\n\u0219i f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile, \u0219i singur\u0103tatea,
\n\u0219i nop\u021bile \u00eenghesuite \u00een podul speran\u021belor,
\nar putea deveni izvor
\n\u00eentre oameni,
\na\u0219a vom \u0219ti c\u0103 suntem asemenea unui fluier
\ncare doine\u0219te
\ndin v\u00e2rful amiezii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

o dat\u0103 pe zi<\/strong>
\n.
\nce departe e c\u00e2mpul \u00een care am deportat dragostea
\nzadarnic am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat-o s\u0103 se fac\u0103 izvor
\npoate n-a \u0219tiut s\u0103-\u0219i coas\u0103 fluturi pe rochie ori n-a aflat
\nc\u0103 mersul pe jos alung\u0103 singur\u0103tatea
\niar gardurile de nuiele \u00eenfloreau c\u00e2t s-o deruteze
\nc\u0103 venim o dat\u0103 pe zi
\ncu ap\u0103 \u0219i miere
\n.
\nc\u00e2nd am v\u0103zut-o \u0219chiop\u0103t\u00e2nd am crezut c\u0103 glume\u0219te
\nc\u0103 ne \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 cum se trece printre spini
\nori se alint\u0103
\nuneori st\u0103 ghemuit\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 o c\u0103pi\u021b\u0103 de maci
\nce tablou
\nzic
\nb\u0103rbia atinge genunchii p\u0103rul a devenit spic de lumin\u0103
\nprivesc \u0219i tac
\npalmele noastre duc f\u0103clii spre niciunde
\nprive\u0219ti \u0219i r\u00e2zi
\nnu se poate ascunde \u00een plin\u0103 secet\u0103
\nnu
\nniciodat\u0103
\n.
\ntrec lupii spre nord \u0219i nu le pas\u0103 c\u0103 pelinul e gata s-o
\n\u00eentreac\u0103
\nm\u0103car s\u0103-l a\u0219eze la p\u0103m\u00e2nt ne-am putea imagina asta
\nar ajuta-o s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 c\u0103 acolo s-a n\u0103scut
\ndeparte de noi
\ndeparte
\n\u00eentr-un car de cuvinte str\u0103ine
\ncare str\u0103lucesc de la o sut\u0103 de metri
\n\u00eencolo<\/p>\n

Pove\u0219ti de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00cen Arca lui Noe<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u021ba numeroaselor atrac\u021bii promise de
\nCiutadella, cel mai vechi, mai mare \u2013 \u0219i mai frumos,
\nspun locuitorii capitalei Cataloniei \u2013, parc al
\nBarceloniei, respect\u0103m alegerea copiilor, \u201eZoo! Zoo!\u201d,
\nrecunosc\u00e2nd cu sinceritate o curiozitate egal\u0103 cu a lor.
\n\u00cen ce m\u0103 prive\u0219te, am pu\u021bine amintiri cu p\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i
\nanimale \u00een cu\u0219ti, c\u00e2teva din copil\u0103rie la Bucure\u0219ti \u0219i una,
\nde ziarist \u00een documentare, la R\u0103d\u0103u\u021bi, mai multe fiind
\nlegate de apari\u021biile acestora pe scena spectacolelor de
\ncirc, pe care, \u021binut\u0103 \u00eencurajator de m\u00e2ini de copii, nu
\nle-am ratat niciodat\u0103 la Suceava pe vremea t\u0103p\u0219anului
\ndin cap\u0103tul cartierului George Enescu. Ast\u0103zi acolo sunt
\nblocuri de locuin\u021be, uneori cu firme la parter, care
\ncontinu\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 s\u0103 beneficieze de respira\u021bia p\u0103durii \u0219i a
\ncur\u021bii-gr\u0103din\u0103-parc a Bisericii Sf. Vineri cu hramul
\nCuvioasei Parascheva, tot \u201evineri\u201d \u00een grece\u0219te. Cu acest
\nnume, biserica a continuat \u00een imaginar s\u0103-mi aduc\u0103
\naproape f\u0103pturile mutate \u00eempreun\u0103 cu circul, vara, de
\nS\u00e2nziene, \u00een alt\u0103 margine a Sucevei. Pentru mine,
\nvenind din basmele copil\u0103riei \u0219i \u00eencep\u00e2nd chiar din
\ncopil\u0103rie, ograda Sfintei Vineri a fost mereu un
\nechivalent mai prietenos, pe iarb\u0103 sm\u0103l\u021buit\u0103 cu flori, a
\nArcei lui Noe. \u00cen f\u0103ptura cu chipul luminos al Anei
\nBaltag, bunica matern\u0103 din Vama, pre\u021buiam o
\nocrotitoare a tuturor necuv\u00e2nt\u0103toarelor, cu mult mai
\nmulte dec\u00e2t povestea putea s\u0103 \u00een\u0219ire. Fiecare carte citit\u0103
\n\u00een care ap\u0103rea o pas\u0103re, o jivin\u0103 necunoscut\u0103, \u00eei
\ndeschidea poarta, a\u0219teptat\u0103 \u00een prag \u0219i primit\u0103 cu bun\u0103tate
\nde Sf\u00e2nta Vineri. \u0218tiu eu? De la pinguinii lui Emil
\nRacovi\u021b\u0103 la tapirul lui Cezar Petrescu.
\n\"\"

 <\/p>\n

Dumitru ICHIM<\/strong><\/p>\n

Desen \u00een c\u0103rbune<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen loc de cle\u0219tele heruvimului,
\ncu buzele jarul aprins voi lua.
\nVei fi adumbrita luminii,
\nchiar dac\u0103-n locul
\nprea scumpelor uleiuri de pe p\u00e2nz\u0103
\ndesenul
\nva fi doar \u00een c\u0103rbune.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Psalm la zidul pl\u00e2ngerii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Luai plec\u00e2nd de-acas\u0103 doar sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul por\u021bii
\nB\u0103l\u0103ng\u0103nind \u021b\u00e2\u021b\u00e2na-n damf de tabac \u0219i vodk\u0103;
\nSub geamul spart din s\u0103lcii r\u0103mase-aceea\u0219i lotc\u0103
\nPrin cea\u021b\u0103\u2026 Precum toamna c\u00e2nd marea-\u0219i mut\u0103
\nmor\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u2018Nainte de-a fi iarb\u0103, voiam Ierusalimul
\nS\u0103-l v\u0103d piatr\u0103 pe piatr\u0103\u2026 Suna\u021bi din corn de taur!
\nTe bucur\u0103 Sioane, Iubire-n strai de aur,
\nSpre slava Ta sub dalt\u0103 oprit e heruvimul!<\/p>\n

A Dragostei mireas\u0103! Aplece-se smochinul,
\nPsaltirion ce pl\u00e2nse prin mine tot a jale!
\nC\u00e2nta\u021bi dintru cimpoaie, din tr\u00e2mbi\u021bi, din chimvale<\/p>\n

\u0218i face\u021bi loc s\u0103 treac\u0103 prin inim\u0103 asinul!
\n\u2026Pun degetul pe hart\u0103 \u0219i-ntreb cu ochii ghidul:
\n\u201ePe-aici mi-a fost Iubirea? Ce-a mai r\u0103mas e
\nZidul?!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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