{"id":10511,"date":"2020-09-07T11:25:54","date_gmt":"2020-09-07T08:25:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10511"},"modified":"2020-09-07T11:25:54","modified_gmt":"2020-09-07T08:25:54","slug":"de-ai-nostri-luiza-elena-ivanof-poezii-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10511","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Luiza Elena Ivanof – Poezii (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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m-am oprit la a treia via\u021b\u0103
\ne cel mai frumos tablou pip\u0103it de retina mea
\np\u00e2n\u0103 acum….
\nrestul: crochiuri jenante, de m\u00e2na a doua la p\u0103trat infinit.
\nNici peretele nu voia s\u0103 le \u021bin\u0103, le-a \u00eenlocuit cu flori de mucegai.
\nDar m-am oprit la a treia plan\u0219\u0103 acum,
\nUite, parc\u0103 sunt mai multe culori
\nRotunde, triunghiulare, curbate
\n\u0218i parc\u0103 miros a catifea….
\nOare are vreun rost s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic din fotoliu
\n\u0218i s\u0103 merg s\u0103 le gust?
\nNu cred… geniul se sorbea din pahar
\n\u0219i din borcanul cu dulcea\u021b\u0103.
\nCred c\u0103 ar trebui s\u0103-mi plantez \u0219i eu un paradis artificial,
\nAm auzit c\u0103-s rezistente la secet\u0103
\n\u0218i Dumnezeu mi-e martor, m-am s\u0103turat de buze uscate
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i… n-a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 s\u0103desc Franken-versuri,
\nNu se asorteaz\u0103 cu albul foii,
\nPlus c\u0103 n-a\u0219 fugi de secet\u0103 tocmai p\u00e2n\u0103 la Polul Nord.
\nDeci ne-ntoarcem la vin?
\nOf… iar trebuie s\u0103-i cer mucegaiului s\u0103 elibereze schi\u021ba doi<\/p>\n

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II.<\/strong>
\nAm luat scaunul cu mine \u00een templul t\u0103u.
\nSunt la pagina 90, r\u00e2ndul 7, totul \u00eencepe s\u0103 se lege
\nUltimul cuv\u00e2nt e \u0219ters… parc\u0103 ar fi un bastard
\nAruncat la margine de propozi\u021bie… \u00een suburbii…
\n\u00een el \u00eemi puneam cele mai multe speran\u021be.
\nS\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 acum am ars scaunul, m-ai prins \u00een joc,
\nConsider\u0103-1 o jertfa
\nPe el am a\u0219ezat to\u021bi fiorii mei de la pagina 36
\nStau \u00een genunchi acum
\n\u00eencerc s\u0103 ating cuvintele cu v\u00e2rful degetelor
\nC\u00e2ndva, stiloul t\u0103u cu cerneal\u0103 neagr\u0103
\nA suflat via\u021b\u0103 peste ele \u0219i peste albul foii ne\u0219tiutoare
\nAcum \u0219tie prea multe… chiar mai multe dec\u00e2t am s\u0103 \u0219tiu eu vreodat\u0103 despre tine.
\nCapitolul 9 a-nceput brusc…
\nOf! Prea mul\u021bi de nou\u0103.( Zi drept! \u0218i tu ai iubit-o pe Beatrice?
\nDe-asta ur\u0103\u0219ti infernul?)
\nCred c\u0103 am pierdut no\u021biunea cuv\u00e2ntului \u00eentre \u0219apte \u0219i opt..
\n(Dar cu \u0219apte ce ai? \u00ee\u021bi dai aere demiurgice?)
\nTrebuie s\u0103 m\u0103-ntorc la \u0219apte
\n\u0218i s\u0103 m\u0103 asigur c\u0103 nu o s\u0103 cad \u00een capcana ce mi-ai \u00eentins-o la capitolul 6
\nSunt sigur\u0103 c\u0103 la 7 ai l\u0103sat ceva pentru mine
\nEu trebuie doar s\u0103 citesc a\u0219a cum m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat tu:
\nCu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, pip\u0103ind cu degetele fiecare cuv\u00e2nt
\nDup\u0103 calculele mele, scrisoarea mea ar trebui s\u0103 fie sub litera i
\nOf! C\u00e2te cuvinte am desc\u0103rnat ca s\u0103 o g\u0103sesc
\nTrebuie s\u0103 recunosc: e\u0219ti mai dibaci dec\u00e2t Sfinxul la ghicitori,
\nDar nu-\u021bi face griji, am s-o g\u0103sesc,
\n\u0218tiu c\u0103 nu ai \u00eenceput \u00eenc\u0103 al doilea volum,
\nMai am timp.<\/p>\n

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III.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trupul mi se ad\u00e2nce\u0219te tot mai mult
\n\u00een cea\u021ba mistuitoare
\nCu fiecare copac pierdut \u00een zare
\nMai pierd o speran\u021b\u0103, mai c\u00e2\u0219tig o-ndoial\u0103 \u00een suflet
\nTu e\u0219ti tot mai departe de mine,
\nEu sunt tot mai aproape de pr\u0103pastie.
\nFac pa\u0219i nesiguri, cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i,
\nM\u0103 \u00eempiedic de amintiri, de pietre,
\nDe ghimpi \u00eenseta\u021bi de s\u00e2nge.
\nA\u0219tept noaptea… ea e tot ce-a mi-a mai r\u0103mas
\nDoar ea m\u0103 mai prime\u0219te,
\nDar p\u00e2n\u0103 la noapte mai sunt 13 sta\u021bii chinuitoare.
\nVezi tu… cu fiecare deal retezat de orizont,
\nZidurile se ridic\u0103 tot mai \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103tor \u00eentre noi
\nSemn c\u0103 le-ai dat s\u00e2ngele cerut
\nOare de asta ghimpii erau cura\u021bi
\nC\u00e2nd g\u00e2ndurile r\u0103zvr\u0103tite \u00eei smulgeau din came?
\nOare s\u0103 fiu eu Ana pe care templul t\u0103u a a\u0219teptat-o?<\/p>\n

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IV.<\/strong>
\n29.09.2014<\/p>\n

\u00eenrourare – asta am gustat zbur\u00e2nd peste necuprinsele z\u0103ri.
\n\u0218i m-am g\u00e2ndit deodat\u0103 la tine, un g\u00e2nd \u00eence\u021bo\u0219at \u0219i fugar \u0219i rece
\nPe care v\u00e2ntul mi l-a smuls hain dintre degete,
\ndar pe care noaptea mi l-aduce \u00een fiecare vis str\u0103in.
\nTe-a\u0219tept de-atunci aici printre ramuri destr\u0103mate
\nC\u0103ci mi-a\u0219 fi dorit s\u0103 gu\u0219ti \u0219i tu
\ndin seva dimine\u021bilor neprih\u0103nite
\nDar \u00eent\u00e2ile lacrimi de \u00eenfrigurare au diluat rou\u0103 din cer.
\nCe rost mai au acum sorbirile goale
\nC\u00e2nd harul tot s-a scurs \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt?<\/p>\n

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V.<\/strong><\/p>\n

De parc\u0103 s-ar fi risipit toate umbrele trecutului
\nA\u0219a ne-a privit cerul \u00een acea cald\u0103 zi de mai
\nCred c\u0103 ochii t\u0103i n-au fost niciodat\u0103 mai alba\u0219tri,
\nIar ai mei niciodat\u0103 mai limpezi…
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i, exista pr\u0103pastia… pr\u0103pastia ce se c\u0103sca \u00eentre noi
\n\u0218i ne smulgea toate visele \u00een abis.
\nA\u0219 fi \u00eenfruntat-o, c\u0103ci \u0219tiam c\u0103 golul din sufletul meu tar\u0103 tine
\nE infinit mai mare dec\u00e2t orice iad necuprins
\nDar tu ai privit \u00een jos \u0219i te-ai speriat de fl\u0103c\u0103rile
\nCe \u00eencepuser\u0103 s\u0103-\u021bi topeasc\u0103 albastrul din privire
\n\u0218i tem\u0103tor ai \u00eenceput s\u0103 faci pa\u0219i \u00een spate
\nUnul dup\u0103 altul, tremur\u0103tori \u0219i la\u0219i.
\nE\u0219ti departe acum… te-ai pierdut \u00een cea\u021b\u0103…
\nA\u0219a face\u021bi voi muritorii, v\u0103 pierde\u021bi \u00een neguri de\u0219arte
\nAici am r\u0103mas doar eu \u0219i abisul fumeg\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

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VI.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din aripa st\u00e2ng\u0103
\nDeparte de vise….
\nEcouri surde se zv\u00e2rcolesc \u00eenc\u0103 prin mine
\nE frig aici la margine de cer
\nPe l\u00e2ng\u0103 aripi r\u0103stignite \u0219i suflete \u00eempunse de ghea\u021b\u0103.
\nC\u00e2t s\u0103 te mai a\u0219tept cu m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse, mute, \u00eengenuncheate de singur\u0103tate?
\nC\u00e2t s\u0103 mai tac, s\u0103 m\u0103 mai r\u0103zvr\u0103tesc \u00een mine
\ncu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, stin\u0219i de durere?
\n\u00eendur\u0103-te, te rog, \u00eendur\u0103-te de cel din urm\u0103 suflu de lumin\u0103
\nce mi\u0219un\u0103 prin mine,
\nobosit s\u0103-mi mai sprijine celulele bolnave.
\nD\u0103-mi din aripa ta st\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 o speran\u021b\u0103,
\nUltima, s\u0103-mi mai pot hr\u0103ni venele cave,
\nM\u0103cinate de cea\u021b\u0103
\nO ultim\u0103 \u0219oapt\u0103 mai a\u0219tept de la tine,
\nUn ultim z\u00e2mbet s\u0103-mi \u00eensenineze sufletul zdren\u021buit de v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

VII.<\/strong>
\nCercul 5<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eentorc la umbre,
\nSp\u0103\u0219it\u0103, cu ochii pleca\u021bi
\n\u0218i m\u00e2inile dezn\u0103d\u0103jduite
\nM\u0103 \u00eentorc s\u0103 iubesc suflete f\u0103r\u0103 contur
\n\u00een hora cercului cinci din infern
\nEle mi-au spus c\u0103 oamenii n-or s\u0103 m\u0103 iubeasc\u0103
\nOf, c\u00e2t\u0103 dreptate au avut vocile r\u0103ut\u0103cioase,
\nIar am \u00eendr\u0103znit prea mult.
\nAm \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 fiu om, s\u0103 iubesc came
\n\u0218i ochi \u0219i suflete \u00eenc\u0103 vii,
\nS\u0103 \u00eemi deschid buzele \u00een z\u00e2mbete \u0219i s\u0103ruturi
\nAcum stau \u00een fa\u021ba lor, pe c\u0103r\u0103mizi \u00eencinse.
\nle aud r\u00e2sul diavolesc, magmatic,
\nbolborosind p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een str\u0103fundurile iadului,
\n\u00een cea din urm\u0103 bolgie.
\nOh! Cu c\u00e2t\u0103 meticulozitate \u00eemi c\u00e2nt\u0103resc hybris-ul,
\n\u00eel \u00eentorc pe toate p\u0103r\u021bile,
\nC\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-mi pedeapsa.
\nLe simt \u00eenc\u00e2ntarea c\u00e2nd \u00eenvie bicele de foc
\n\u0218i c\u00e2nd toarn\u0103 smoal\u0103-n cazane
\nlat\u0103-m\u0103 din nou cu demonii mei,
\n\u00een acela\u0219i dans istovitor al purific\u0103rii
\nDe parc\u0103 aici ai avea \u0219anse s\u0103 sorbi din catharsis
\nPl\u0103tind indulgen\u021be
\n\u0218i mai c\u0103 a\u0219 da o fug\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een bolgia a doua din cercul opt
\nS\u0103 v\u0103d dac\u0103 papa mi-ar mai scurta din p\u0103cate.
\nDar de cercul 7 n-am trecut niciodat\u0103
\n\u0218i \u0219tiu c\u0103 harpiile m-ar \u00een\u0219fac\u0103-ndat\u0103
\nDac\u0103 mi-ar mirosi g\u00e2ndurile sinuciga\u0219e.
\nMai bine stau aici, cu umbrele mele
\nDeparte de oameni,
\nDeparte de tr\u0103d\u0103torii din cercul nou\u0103.<\/p>\n

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VIII.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doar ceat\u0103, doar ceat\u0103 deas\u0103 si ame\u021bitoare
\nTrenul se unduie\u0219te pe poteca forjat\u0103
\n\u00eenghi\u021bit de-nserare
\nA\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 fiu fir de cea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 te mistui \u00een focul din mine
\nSim\u021bi? Sunt \u021besut\u0103 din fum \u0219i zare \u00eenfrigurat\u0103,
\nCurge rou\u0103 din p\u0103rul meu certat cu mun\u021bii, dar \u00eenl\u0103untrul meu ard focuri vii.
\n\u00een vene \u00eemi curge cenu\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103 ce-\u021bi poart\u0103 gustul
\nnu te teme, nu-\u021bi r\u00e2vnesc sufletul,
\nele nu te ard… doar carnea ta arde…
\nnu a\u0219tep\u021bi \u0219i tu momentul \u00een care
\no s\u0103-\u021bi eliberezi duhul
\npe paji\u0219ti neatinse de s\u00e2nge?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I. m-am oprit la a treia via\u021b\u0103 e cel mai frumos tablou pip\u0103it de retina mea p\u00e2n\u0103 acum…. restul: crochiuri<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":10513,"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":[7,320],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10511"}],"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\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10511"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10511\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10515,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10511\/revisions\/10515"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10513"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}