{"id":10501,"date":"2020-09-07T00:49:51","date_gmt":"2020-09-06T21:49:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10501"},"modified":"2020-09-07T00:49:51","modified_gmt":"2020-09-06T21:49:51","slug":"de-ai-nostri-anca-lascu-jocuri-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10501","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! &#8211; Anca Lascu &#8211; Jocuri (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/11.jpeg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-10395 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/11.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"255\" height=\"298\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 255px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 255\/298;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-10395\" src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/11.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"255\" height=\"298\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><br \/>\n<strong>Calm ro\u0219iatic<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Explozia unei planete ro\u0219ii. Particule din ea se risipesc \u00een aer asemenea unor puncte de rou\u0103 pe o p\u00e2nz\u0103 de p\u0103ianjen, umpl\u00e2nd toat\u0103 suflarea planetelor din jur \u0219i asfixiindu-le cu palmele ei ro\u0219ii pentru o clip\u0103. Totul e un portocaliu neuniform, asemenea unui roi de fluturi ce zboar\u0103 pe sub soarele \u00een apus, \u00een timp ce las\u0103 \u00een spate urme perfect conturate ale g\u00e2ndurilor zbur\u0103toare.<br \/>\n\u00een micul spa\u021biu, pe care-1 la\u0219i \u00eentre tine \u0219i perete, faci o planet\u0103 ro\u0219ie \u00een fiecare zi. O aprinzi asemenea unui bec \u0219i o la\u0219i s\u0103 explodeze \u00een t\u0103cere \u00een timp ce te joci prin fumul ei asemenea unui copil&#8230;p\u00e2n\u0103 devii ro\u0219u chiar tu. P\u00e2n\u0103 devii chiar tu o planet\u0103 ro\u0219ie, gata s\u0103 se lanseze \u00een spa\u021biu.<br \/>\nO planet\u0103 ce st\u0103 cu m\u00e2inile cup\u0103 spre lun\u0103 \u0219i se minuneaz\u0103 de existen\u021ba zilelor at\u00e2t de lungi, asemenea unor fuioare albastre ce traverseaz\u0103 o \u00eentreag\u0103 p\u00e2nz\u0103 a sufletului t\u0103u pierdut printre b\u0103rci \u0219i vapoare ce cutreier\u0103 noaptea&#8230; Aproape c\u0103 e\u0219ti un vapor ro\u0219iatic ce \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 sunetul \u00eenfundat al unui strig\u0103t r\u0103t\u0103citor ce caut\u0103 sirenele pierdute ale m\u0103rilor pentru a se pierde mai mult \u00een visul frumos \u021binut \u00een bra\u021be.<br \/>\nE cald&#8230; e un vis cald-portocaliu ce te m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie pe cre\u0219tet \u00een timp ce-\u021bi \u00eemplete\u0219te visele \u00een codi\u021be blonde &#8211; c\u0103l\u0103toare pe meleaguri necunoscute. \u00ee\u021bi tremur\u0103 pleoapele ca un c\u00e2ntec ce sur\u00e2de \u00een col\u021bul camerei. Ai vrea s\u0103 dansezi, s\u0103 sorbi acordul vesel al pianinei, dar visezi un vis portocaliu g\u0103lbui ce te \u021bine \u00een bra\u021be lini\u0219titoare.<br \/>\nTe ghemuie\u0219ti spre tine \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi desprinzi aripile albastre \u00een \u00eentreaga \u00eenc\u0103pere, de parc\u0103 ai vrea ca totul s\u0103 zboare.<br \/>\nTe sim\u021bi ca un bulg\u0103re de soare c\u0103zut \u00een palmele Atlantidei, iar acum te rote\u0219ti \u00een mica ta lume precum o mic\u0103 balerin\u0103 cu degete verzui, aripi albastre \u0219i.. .un suflet portocaliu c\u0103zut dintr-o planet\u0103 ro\u0219iatic\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Cr\u0103iasa Z\u0103pezii<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Rupe-mi sentimentele! \u00ee\u021bi dau voie! \u021ai le \u00eentind \u00een palm\u0103 asemenea unor pergamente muceg\u0103ite. Nu mai am altceva&#8230;<br \/>\nRupe-mi sentimentele! Descoase-mi m\u0103\u0219tile ad\u00e2nc \u00eenfipte \u00een piele. Am uitat cum ar\u0103tau m\u00e2inile mele la \u00eenceputul luptei acesteia probabil am \u0219i uitat c\u0103 mai am chip, c\u0103 mai am ochi prin care pot s\u0103 v\u0103d din dep\u0103rtare piesele c\u0103z\u00e2nd una c\u00e2te una \u00eenapoi \u00een cutia jocului de domino. Rupe-mi m\u0103\u0219tile cusute ad\u00e2nc \u00een piele \u0219i arat\u0103-mi iama!<br \/>\nArat\u0103-mi cum e s\u0103 sim\u021bi frigul c\u00e2nd ai sufletul gol&#8230; Cu degetele tale apuc\u0103 o stea; \u00eenainte s\u0103 te tope\u0219ti, \u00eendur\u0103-te \u0219i pune-mi-o \u00een piept&#8230; S\u0103-mi \u021bin\u0103 de cald \u00een iama grea&#8230; Nu \u0219tiu cum e iama, dar am auzit c\u0103 e frig, iar eu cum o s\u0103-mi las \u00een urm\u0103 m\u0103\u0219ti \u0219i emo\u021bii.. .Oh! O s\u0103-mi fie foarte frig! Te rog doar s\u0103-mi prinzi o stea, apoi po\u021bi s\u0103 pleci, s\u0103 m\u0103 la\u0219i \u00een mijlocul criv\u0103\u021bului, ca de obicei. O s\u0103 m\u0103 ghemuiesc \u00een jurul ei \u0219i o s-o hr\u0103nesc cu speran\u021bele mele \u00eenclinate spre prim\u0103var\u0103, de\u0219i prim\u0103vara e la mii de ani dep\u0103rtare. O s\u0103-mi fie cald \u00een iama asta.<br \/>\nArat\u0103-mi cum e s\u0103 sim\u021bi cu adev\u0103rat ghea\u021ba pe v\u00e2rfurile genelor \u0219i \u00een firele de p\u0103r! Cum at\u00e2rn\u0103, precum pic\u0103turi de plumb, de tine. Cum, pentru o clip\u0103, nu-\u021bi mai r\u0103m\u00e2n dec\u00e2t bietele tale emo\u021bii \u0219i amintiri, doar ele \u00ee\u021bi mai \u021bin de cald.<br \/>\nArat\u0103-mi cum e s\u0103 sim\u021bi v\u00e2ntul de nord \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u00e2ndu-te p\u00e2n\u0103 nu mai sim\u021bi nimic, c\u00e2nd se \u00eenfirip\u0103 \u00eencet o pojghi\u021b\u0103 de ghea\u021b\u0103 pe trup&#8230; iar atunci \u00ee\u021bi va fi mai cald ca niciodat\u0103.<br \/>\n\u201e\u0218i atunci unde ajungi? Pentru ce m-am chinuit s\u0103-\u021bi smulg sentimentele false \u0219i m\u0103\u0219tile ce \u021bi le-ai cusut de-a lungul timpului&#8230;? Va fi acela\u0219i lucru&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\nO s\u0103 m\u0103 arunc! O s\u0103 m\u0103 arunc \u00eentr-o mare de sim\u021biri adev\u0103rate apoi \u0219i o s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b a fi om. Nu va mai fi la fel&#8230; Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 am guturai de c\u00e2nd te rog&#8230; Dar chiar \u00ee\u021bi promit! \u00eemi voi face jur\u0103m\u00e2nt pe h\u00e2rtie! A\u0219a vei \u0219ti c\u0103 \u00een iama asta o s\u0103 devin om, iar \u00een final o s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103-mi fac o inim\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie.. .\u0219i nu vei mai avea nimic de zis.<br \/>\nM\u00e2na ta cald\u0103 va face avioane de h\u00e2rtie \u0219i te voi ajuta s\u0103 zbori, \u00ee\u021bi voi fauri aripi de z\u0103pad\u0103 \u0219i vei avea curen\u021bi de aer pe care s\u0103 plute\u0219ti&#8230; Promit c\u0103 o s\u0103 fiu om \u00een iama asta! \u0218i o s\u0103 sorb la amiaz\u0103 ceai cald cu turt\u0103 dulce, iar degetele nu mi se vor mai topi ca ultima dat\u0103&#8230; Promit!<br \/>\nAproape c\u0103 m-am s\u0103turat s\u0103 promit.<br \/>\n\u00eemi smulgi, te rog, prima masc\u0103? A\u0219 vrea s\u0103 simt cum prima ninsoare cade pe o inim\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie \u0219i o \u00eenghea\u021b\u0103, iar ea s\u0103 tresar\u0103 ca la un tunet \u00een timpul unei ploi calde. Nu \u0219tiu ce-i cald, dar mi-ai spus at\u00e2tea despre el \u00eenc\u00e2t aproape \u0219tiu: e fericire de culoarea ceaiului al\u0103turat de privirea ta \u00eentre dou\u0103 melodii puse la un casetofon vechi. Cald&#8230; E ceva al\u0103turat unei inimi umane, unei inimi ce a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 tic\u0103ie mai repede la auzul pa\u0219ilor calzi pe podeaua unui castel \u00eenghe\u021bat&#8230;<br \/>\nEu \u00ee\u021bi promit c\u0103 o s\u0103 devin om \u00een iama asta!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Pesc\u0103ru\u0219i<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Ai \u00eentins spre mine m\u00e2na ta, o arip\u0103 r\u0103sfirat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt a unui pesc\u0103ru\u0219 r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een afara pe\u0219terii din care evadase.<br \/>\nM-am tras repede \u00eenapoi \u00eenfrico\u0219at\u0103 de umbrele lumii tale f\u0103r\u0103 glas \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 form\u0103. Era ciudat&#8230; \u00een definitiv, to\u021bi suntem pesc\u0103ru\u0219i pierdu\u021bi \u00een afara unei lumi gri, f\u0103r\u0103 glas, f\u0103r\u0103 forme, f\u0103r\u0103 sc\u00e2ncet, f\u0103r\u0103 suflet.<br \/>\nSuntem acoperi\u021bi de solzi metalici ce ne orbesc \u0219i avem col\u021bi. Ne mu\u0219c\u0103m nemilo\u0219i \u00een fiecare zi.<br \/>\n\u00een definitiv, to\u021bi mu\u0219c\u0103m unii din al\u021bii \u0219i aproape a devenit o curs\u0103 incredibil\u0103 \u00een care ne lupt\u0103m pentru un \u021bel orb la finalul c\u0103reia c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103 cel ce a mu\u0219cat mai tare din \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na din noi, din \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na din tine, din \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na ce-mi acoper\u0103 sufletul \u00een ne\u0219tire, nel\u0103s\u00e2ndu-1 s\u0103 lupte mai mult \u00een tot amalgamul \u0103sta, din nefirescul nostru s\u0103rac de sim\u021biri adev\u0103rate.<br \/>\nNe \u00eemb\u0103t\u0103m \u00een emo\u021bii prefabricate, luate de la col\u021bul str\u0103zii pe c\u00e2teva bancnote, pe c\u00e2teva fire din \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 ce ne acoper\u0103 \u0219i ne \u00eeneac\u0103.<br \/>\nNe coasem pe aripi sentimente colorate, apoi c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103m o lupt\u0103 de o zi. \u00een fa\u021ba firii nefire\u0219ti a oglinzii sparte din lumea de \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103.<br \/>\nCineva a aprins un bec! Ne-am ad\u0103postit repede sub un copac, ca s\u0103 p\u0103c\u0103lim lumina, s\u0103 o \u00eendemn\u0103m s\u0103 plece mai repede. Suntem pl\u0103p\u00e2nzi \u0219i de abia respir\u0103m printre sunete huruite.<br \/>\nNe speriem de meteori\u021bi ce cad arz\u00e2nd, \u00een palmele noastre \u0219i a\u0219tept\u0103m cu bra\u021bele deschise c\u0103derea unui soare dintre cei \u0219apte pe care i-am construit peste noapte.<br \/>\nSuntem pesc\u0103ru\u0219i sperio\u0219i&#8230; Ne ascundem \u00een grote unde asambl\u0103m din fr\u00e2nturi de lume pierdut\u0103 un mecanism ciudat ce pulseaz\u0103 continuu la ore fixe, se zguduie la cutremure de mici intensitate \u0219i p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie culori pe tavanul zgrim\u021buros.<br \/>\nNe e at\u00e2t de fric\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t am ajuns s\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103m \u0219i oglinda realit\u0103\u021bii pe care o fur\u0103m de la unul la altul \u0219i ne lipim cioburi din ea pe pere\u021bi.<br \/>\nAvem un singur foc \u00een mijlocul \u021b\u0103rmului gri, iar din el sorbim un fum dulce am\u0103rui cu speran\u021ba unui r\u0103s\u0103rit dulceag.<br \/>\nSuntem pesc\u0103ru\u0219i vis\u0103tori&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Cascad\u0103&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nici m\u0103car nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2nd au \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi curg\u0103 bolovani de p\u0103m\u00e2nt printre degetele r\u0103sfirate. Bolovani de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. \u00eentr-o lume f\u0103cut\u0103 doar din aer \u0219i ap\u0103. \u00eemi mu\u0219c buza de jos p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd simt un gust dulceag, apoi \u00eemi ridic ochii \u0219i v\u0103d&#8230; o umbr\u0103&#8230; pentru ea s-au g\u0103sit bolovanii de p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een lumea asta \u00een care nu ar fi trebuit s\u0103 fie&#8230; Pentru a o zidi \u00eentr-un loc, ori&#8230; pentru a o alunga spre infinit.<br \/>\nLa g\u00e2ndul \u0103sta apare de nic\u0103ieri un alt bulg\u0103re de p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een palma-mi tremur\u00e2nd\u0103. \u00eencerc s\u0103 \u00eel arunc dup\u0103 ea, dar nu pot. Bra\u021bul \u00eemi cade moale \u00een poal\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencep s\u0103 sf\u0103r\u00e2m \u00eencet, cu degetele, bulg\u0103rele cafeniu, \u00een timp ce-mi curg g\u00e2nduri \u00een palma dreapt\u0103. Nu m\u0103 a\u0219teptam ca ideile s\u0103 sufere at\u00e2t de mult \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 vrea s\u0103 ias\u0103 \u00een lumea asta, mai ales acum. N-am ac \u0219i a\u021b\u0103 ca s\u0103 cos fisura din care au ie\u0219it, nici petece ca s\u0103 lipesc locul idealist ce a \u00eenceput de cur\u00e2nd s\u0103 se reverse asemenea unei cascade multicolore&#8230;<br \/>\nAm g\u0103sit foi aruncate aiurea \u00een col\u021bul arhivei amintirilor&#8230; Le-am l\u0103sat s\u0103 curg\u0103 pe foi, ca atunci c\u00e2nd \u021bi se crap\u0103 tavanul nu vrei s\u0103 uzi covorul, de ploaie. Probabil c\u00e2ndva vor fi trimise drept scrisori spre lumea dinafar\u0103. Pentru c\u0103 e un g\u00e2nd aiurea s\u0103 vrei s\u0103 ie\u0219i afar\u0103. Cine ar vrea?<br \/>\nAlerg spre nic\u0103ieriul cuprins \u00een harta palmelor mele \u0219i probabil la finalul schi\u021bei de pe degete se va sf\u00e2r\u0219i drumul, \u0219i voi putea s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva fraze aruncate \u00een carnetele vechi. Da, probabil a\u0219a voi sc\u0103pa de umbre, de bulg\u0103rele de p\u0103m\u00e2nt din bra\u021be \u0219i de zidul ce se gr\u0103be\u0219te s\u0103 fac\u0103 universul tot mai mic.<br \/>\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 \u00eel pot sparge cu pumnul, dar \u00eemi e fric\u0103 s\u0103 nu \u0219terg harta din palm\u0103.<br \/>\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 pot desena o punte \u00eentre un violet \u0219i un verde crud pe tot peretele \u0103sta diform. M\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 to\u021bi ne na\u0219tem cu un perete diform \u0219i cu bulg\u0103ri de p\u0103m\u00e2nt ce ne cad la picioare&#8230;<br \/>\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 tuturor ni se fisureaz\u0103 tavanul \u0219i ne trezim cu o cascad\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri ce ne inund\u0103 covorul.<br \/>\nProbabil c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi o s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc din \u00eentrebat \u0219i atunci o s\u0103 termin \u0219i puntea verde-violet de pe pere\u021bi&#8230; S-au \u00eenmul\u021bit pere\u021bii \u00eentre timp. Ideile cur\u00e2nd nu vor mai avea loc s\u0103 mai curg\u0103, probabil, \u00een final voi avea pere\u021bi plini de idei \u0219i pun\u021bi \u00eentre lumi colorate.<br \/>\nProbabil vom \u00eencepe to\u021bi s\u0103 ne \u00eentreb\u0103m \u00eentr-un final&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Un graffiti pe zidul momentului<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Printre adierile adolescen\u021bei, metafora prinde aripi \u0219i \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 zboare prin lume, \u00eembin\u00e2nd fascina\u021bia cu prezentul, poezia cu g\u00e2ndurile. Cititorul va zbura cu sim\u021birea \u0219i g\u00e2ndul odat\u0103 cu Anca Lascu, \u00eenso\u021bind-o \u00een debutul s\u0103u literar. Adolescen\u021ba este v\u00e2rsta c\u00e2nd sensurile prind curaj, c\u00e2nd asocia\u021biile dintre cuvinte se desfac ca un evantai, sau ca o panoram\u0103 sp\u0103rg\u00e2nd griul zilelor monotone. Poezia este un sentiment al tinere\u021bii. Strecur\u00e2ndu-se prin fibra textului \u00eel face s\u0103 pulseze. Universul nu este o abstrac\u021bie, timpul are o familiaritate intim\u0103 a dragostei ce ignor\u0103 perisabilul. Ceea ce este material \u00ee\u0219i refuz\u0103 limita \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i transfer\u0103 sensurile \u00een lumina metaforei: <em>G\u00e2ndurile lumii se adunau \u0219i deveneau un strig\u0103t sub copacii scheletici, iar noaptea prea \u00eentunecat\u0103 cu prea multe bra\u021be \u00eentinse spre tine, cu prea multe vise aruncate pe marginea unui deal, cu prea multe strig\u0103te&#8230; te urm\u0103rea<\/em> (Pl\u00e2nset de anotimp) sau <em>Doi b\u0103tr\u00e2nei cu un pumn de pastile pentru inim\u0103, dup\u0103 ei, dar cu sufletul plin de amintiri frumoase, tres\u0103rind de fericire<\/em> sunt un viitor anticipat.<br \/>\nRealitatea poate fi pictat\u0103 ca un graffiti pe zidul momentului: E\u0219ti, probabil, ultimul pasager al universului ce avea albastru, scoici purpurii \u0219i o inim\u0103 din castele de nisip. I\u021bi str\u00e2ngi jacheta veche pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u0219i ie\u0219i de pe scen\u0103. (Tu nu ai vrut z\u0103ri albastre); <em>E\u0219ti un p\u0103trat, suflete&#8230; un p\u0103trat vis\u0103tor la cercuri. Tu nu \u0219tii c\u0103 \u0219i cercurile sunt tot p\u0103trate \u00een lumea lor.<\/em>(Tu suflete).<br \/>\n<strong>Teo Cabel<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Editor<\/em>: <strong>Constantin Marafet<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>Redactor<\/em>: <strong>Manuela Camelia Sava<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>Lectori<\/em>: <strong>Nicu Bratu, \u0218tefan Teodor Cabel<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Editura RAFET<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Calm ro\u0219iatic Explozia unei planete ro\u0219ii. 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