{"id":11098,"date":"2020-10-03T22:48:16","date_gmt":"2020-10-03T19:48:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11098"},"modified":"2020-10-03T22:48:16","modified_gmt":"2020-10-03T19:48:16","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-68-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11098","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 68 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Gheorghe SIMON<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Memoria focului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doar \u00een sine arde focul
\ndin lemne uscate sau verzi
\ndin resturi inutile
\nfocul e precum sufletul
\nse oglinde\u015fte pe sine
\n\u015fi nu se vede.<\/p>\n

O p\u0103rere
\npe care \u015fi-o face omul
\nad\u00eencit \u00een contemplare
\ns\u0103-i \u0163in\u0103 de cald amintirea
\ntopindu-se toate
\n\u00een magma uit\u0103rii oarbe.<\/p>\n

Roiuri de sc\u00eentei zboar\u0103 fericite
\nspre o \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime la care aspir\u0103
\ncel ce se roag\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l surprind\u0103
\nvreo und\u0103 neagr\u0103 de melancolie
\nprecum priviri nestinse
\nfac s\u0103 se vad\u0103 \u00eentunericul \u00eenstelat.<\/p>\n

Izvoare amu\u0163esc \u00een f\u00eent\u00eeni
\nlini\u015ftea se coace \u00een cimitir
\niarba cosit\u0103 pe un deal
\nadunat\u0103 \u00een smocuri uscate
\nculcu\u015f pentru animale speriate.<\/p>\n

Ard \u015fi se mistuie f\u0103r\u0103 de urm\u0103
\ng\u00eenduri aprige
\nard mocnite cuvinte nescrise
\n\u015fi ne arde focul cel rece
\n\u00een care f\u0103r\u0103 de pricin\u0103
\nomul petrece.<\/p>\n

\u015ei numele toate ard
\ntopindu-se \u00een rug\u0103ciunea inimii
\nc\u00eend pomenit e\u015fti str\u0103ine
\n\u015fi clopote \u00een dang\u0103t de moarte
\nse topesc \u00een noapte.<\/p>\n

Arde cuv\u00eentul
\narde \u00een sine sufletul
\nprecum lum\u00een\u0103ri
\nla marginea clipei
\np\u00eelp\u00eeie o p\u0103rere de via\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ard lumini ne\u00eenserate
\n\u00een sufletele adumbrite de moarte
\narde verbul a fi
\n\u00een cele ce sunt acum pomenite
\np\u00een\u0103 se vor trezi din uitare
\nlucr\u0103torii viei
\ncititorii pustiei.<\/p>\n


\nNinge cu vocale \u00een gr\u0103dina uimirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

E t\u00eerziu \u00een poezie
\npeste lucruri t\u0103cerea curge
\n\u00een dev\u0103lm\u0103\u015fie.
\nToamna se stinge
\nodat\u0103 cu ultima frunz\u0103
\nce tulbur\u0103 amurgul
\ntrece ve\u015fnicia \u00een de\u015fert ca o furtun\u0103
\nsingur\u0103tatea se sub\u0163iaz\u0103 \u00een strig\u0103t.<\/p>\n

Clipa se pustie\u015fte
\npe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce cuv\u00eentul se roste\u015fte
\nte caut a\u015fa cum \u00eel caut\u0103 copil\u0103ria pe mire
\nstrig\u0103tul \u00eenflore\u015fte pe ziduri
\nlacrima cade \u00een iarb\u0103
\n\u00een gr\u0103dina uimirii ninge cu vocale
\nlumina e f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenserare.<\/p>\n

De geana ve\u015fniciei at\u00eern\u0103 o clip\u0103
\nca o lacrim\u0103 a lui Dumnezeu
\nse aude un glas \u00eenfrunzit
\nprin cr\u00eengul dantesc
\niarba luce\u015fte nefiresc
\nsufletul t\u0103u pare adormit
\npeste abisul amor\u0163it
\nfire de iarb\u0103 scriu numele t\u0103u
\ncaii melancolici se ignor\u0103 \u00een tablou
\niarb\u0103 pentru m\u00eeinile tale
\n\u00eempletite ca o \u00eensingurare.<\/p>\n


\nFrunze troienind a moarte<\/strong><\/p>\n

O p\u0103rere de v\u00eent face s\u0103 fream\u0103te p\u0103durea
\nf\u0103r\u0103 de cuv\u00eent
\no frunz\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte
\n\u00een c\u0103utarea unui sens pe c\u00eempie.<\/p>\n

\u00cen a\u015fteptarea aurorei
\niarba \u00eenspicat\u0103 l\u0103crimeaz\u0103
\n\u00een diminea\u0163a primar\u0103
\nad\u00eencuri preacurate par a fi fulgerate
\nde-o aprig\u0103 singur\u0103tate.
\nAici nu mai e timp
\nnici clipa nu mai \u00eenvie
\nci doar un soare sc\u0103p\u0103tat
\nnestingherit
\nprecum capul Sf\u00eentului Ioan pe tipsie.<\/p>\n

Cuvinte \u00een ruin\u0103 str\u0103lucesc
\nnefiresc
\n\u00een trecutul t\u0103cut
\nce\u0163uri u\u015foare
\nvia\u0163a pe-apucate
\nla marginea p\u0103durii obscure
\nnehot\u0103r\u00eere a luminii.<\/p>\n

Singur\u0103tatea se sub\u0163iaz\u0103
\np\u00een\u0103 la transparen\u0163a
\nclipei sublime
\np\u00een\u0103 devine clipit\u0103.<\/p>\n

Neatinse de privire
\nfrunzele \u00eenchipuie o coroan\u0103 uscat\u0103
\n\u00een cre\u015ftetul p\u0103durii.<\/p>\n

\u00cen p\u0103durea obscur\u0103
\nstr\u0103pung doar fulgere captive
\nprilej de \u00eendurare
\n\u00een preajm\u0103 focuri imaginare
\naici se coc versete
\np\u00een\u0103 se treze\u015fte cititorul
\nadormit \u00een uitare
\ncu t\u00eempla sprijinit\u0103
\n\u00een noianul de frunze
\ntroienind a moarte.<\/p>\n


\nVid interior<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sub arcu\u015ful clipelor
\nse sub\u0163iaz\u0103 ve\u015fnicia
\n\u00een cas\u0103 locuie\u015fte doar copil\u0103ria.<\/p>\n

Femeia neatins\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00eene s\u0103 se roage
\n\u00een voia cerului
\n\u015fi a s\u0103r\u0103ciei verbale
\ncrucificarea clipei
\nne urmeaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ce e \u00een afar\u0103 \u00eenmugure\u015fte
\n\u00eenl\u0103untrul nostru
\nsingur\u0103tatea pare a fi strivit\u0103
\nde propria-i umbr\u0103
\np\u00een\u0103 \u015fi juc\u0103riile par a fi cuprinse
\nde un vid interior
\nclipele \u00eenghea\u0163\u0103 \u00een prezentul pur
\nneantul ni se pare mai aprig
\ndec\u00eet ve\u015fnicia.<\/p>\n

Se z\u0103misle\u015fte doar ceea ce prisose\u015fte
\ndin clipa aurit\u0103 a casei.
\nNeantul se n\u0103ruie deodat\u0103
\ncu cel cobor\u00eet de pe cruce.<\/p>\n

\u00cen preajma unui cuv\u00eent
\nocrotit de Duhul Sf\u00eent
\ne \u00eensetare de sine
\nla p\u00eend\u0103 sufletul omului
\n\u00een cump\u0103n\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nFocul sacru al poeziei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Clipa fugar\u0103 se furi\u015feaz\u0103
\n\u00eentr-o poian\u0103 p\u0103relnic\u0103
\nmult mai vie
\ncum copil\u0103ria \u00een \u00eenchipuire
\nface nimicul s\u0103 \u00eenvie.<\/p>\n

\u00cenaintezi pe c\u0103rarea
\ntot mai str\u00eemtorat\u0103
\n\u015fi \u0163i se pare c\u0103 ai ajuns
\n\u00een lumea cealalt\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u0103derea clipelor e doar risipire \u015fi \u00eenstr\u0103inare
\nse tope\u015fte ceara
\npe care s-au imprimat pece\u0163i princiare
\n\u015fi se retrag toate \u00een sine
\nf\u0103ptura de aer se mistuie \u00eenviforat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei-i prilej de \u00eenc\u0103ierare
\n\u015fi-i ocazie de nunt\u0103
\ncum veciile \u00een culme se \u00eenfrunt\u0103
\n\u015fi \u00een duhul p\u0103cii pricini de r\u0103zboaie
\nstrig\u0103te laconice \u015fi lacome de haos
\nse \u00eentretaie \u00een pronaos.<\/p>\n

\u00cenceputul se resoarbe
\n\u015fi ochiul triadic \u00ee\u015fi \u00eenchide pleoapa.
\nMai citim o dat\u0103 semnele codificate
\n\u00eentr-o limb\u0103 moart\u0103
\n\u015fi se rupe sigiliul c\u0103r\u0163ii interzise
\niar pe din\u0103untru paginile sunt albe.<\/p>\n

O apocalips\u0103 promis\u0103
\npotole\u015fte \u00eensetarea de sine
\n\u015fi st\u00eerpe\u015fte z\u0103mislirea
\nde semne indecente.<\/p>\n

Cine va citi ultimul
\nlitera \u00eel va ucide.
\nNe cople\u015fe\u015fte locuirea clipei
\n\u015fi se \u00eentrupeaz\u0103 p\u0103relnicul veciei.<\/p>\n

Ne \u00eenc\u0103lzim la focul sacru al poeziei
\ncum ne e dat s\u0103 citim
\n\u00een za\u0163ul risipirii \u015fi al vremelniciei.<\/p>\n

Nu e nici un semn
\nci doar duhul adev\u0103rului
\ndup\u0103 consemn.<\/p>\n


\nSimona TRIFU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Arlechinii de s\u0103rb\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi scurgi ceara \u00eencins\u0103 pe buzele reci de durere
\n\u0219i vine\u021bii de frica ad\u00e2ncului mut.
\nAcela \u00een care mocne\u0219te v\u00e2ntul de munte,
\nintens mesager al copitelor tale
\n\u00eenmiresmate cu diamante.
\nTreze\u0219te-mi viscerele frem\u0103t\u00e2nd a p\u0103cat
\n\u015fi durere stranie,
\nparada de papagali
\n\u00een straie de petrecere demodat\u0103.
\nArlechini vis\u0103tori afunda\u021bi \u00een whisky de s\u0103rb\u0103toare,
\nbalerini vi\u0219inii m\u0103 danseaz\u0103 \u00een ploaia pl\u00e2nsului t\u0103u.
\nNu m\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103si,
\nva seca marea de lacrimi
\n\u0219i veveri\u021bele
\n\u00ee\u0219i vor p\u0103r\u0103si ghindele
\n\u00een marginea poftei de jar.<\/p>\n


\nPumnal beethovenian \u00een \u201eEroica”<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cor de copite-n galop de praf de stele,
\ntoreadori deprava\u021bi ating epave
\nscufundate-n peninsule triste.
\nPumnalul cuv\u00e2ntului t\u0103u
\nr\u0103stignit \u00een dimine\u021bi construite,
\nun dans de twist pr\u0103fuit \u00eentr-o Venezuela cald\u0103,
\n\u00een ar\u0219i\u021ba cometei pl\u0103p\u00e2nde,
\nce ne-a strivit tinere\u021bea \u00eentr-o cutie mut\u0103,
\n\u00een decadentul meu ideal.
\nUnice clipe din lista de a\u0219tept\u0103ri zguduitoare.
\nFabuloas\u0103 \u201eEroica” r\u0103v\u0103\u0219itoare,
\nsecundele copil\u0103riei mele t\u00e2rzii
\nprintre p\u0103pu\u0219i duplicate,
\nstr\u0103zi adormite la marginea Balatonului
\n\u00eencremenit \u00een cearceafuri p\u0103c\u0103toase.
\nApa vie p\u0103tat\u0103 cu s\u00e2nge feciorelnic
\nizbit de t\u00e2mplele tale,
\nromantice pun\u021bi c\u0103tre soare.<\/p>\n


\nIubire leg\u0103m\u00e2nt receptoral<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pl\u0103cere pur\u0103 desc\u0103tu\u0219at\u0103 din aureola crea\u021biei.
\nPl\u00e2ns\u0103 prin\u021bes\u0103 \u00een pierduta ei func\u021bionalitate.
\nComplexitatea social\u0103 a unei pl\u0103ceri desuete.
\nCopil\u0103rie devastat\u0103 de crea\u021bia trist\u0103
\na unei puteri discriminatorii \u00een sumbra ei apari\u021bie.
\nS\u0103 p\u0103\u0219im cu non\u0219alan\u021b\u0103
\n\u00een h\u0103\u021bi\u0219ul matematic al indexul nostru de confort zero.
\nLas\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 leg receptoral de via\u021ba ta,
\ncameleonic r\u0103sf\u0103\u021b sub st\u00e2nca pr\u0103v\u0103lit\u0103
\nla intrarea \u00een pe\u0219tera unde locuie\u0219ti.
\nRaporteaz\u0103-mi de\u0219\u0103n\u021barea privilegiat\u0103
\nla care ai luat parte,
\nprivirea mea gale\u0219\u0103 te caut\u0103
\n\u015fi vrea satisfac\u021bia zbaterii tale,
\nsub dezmierdarea \u015fi incanta\u021bia mea vinovat\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nDisociere \u00een cazino<\/strong><\/p>\n

V\u0103ile sunt ecouri
\nale cascadelor noastre de r\u00e2s,
\ndin perioada veseliei n\u0103t\u00e2nge,
\nc\u00e2nd ne jucam \u00een oglinzi vivace,
\ncare ne deformau sufletul
\n\u0219i ne caricaturizau trupurile
\n\u00eemperecheate \u00een de\u0219ert\u0103ciune.
\nStatui \u00een ploaie \u0219i v\u00e2nt,
\nCazino p\u0103r\u0103sit
\nca paradigma efluviilor noastre
\nde complian\u021b\u0103 la chin.
\nPuiu\u021bi de jderi r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi
\n\u00een con\u0219tientizare.
\nAgresivitate flancat\u0103 cu disperare,
\nimagini desperecheate,
\nspitalul meu de durere \u0219i dor.<\/p>\n


\nOmagiu Excelen\u021bei Tale<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am fost deun\u0103zi \u00een vizit\u0103 prin t\u00e2rgul t\u0103u de vechituri,
\nacolo unde omagiu aduc recuno\u0219tin\u021bei moralit\u0103\u021bii tale.
\nFundament de piatr\u0103 atribui destinului nostru de s\u0103rb\u0103toare,
\nte redescop\u0103r neprih\u0103nit \u00een fiecare celul\u0103
\nnestingherit\u0103 de lumin\u0103.
\nMai \u0219tii, Excelen\u021ba Ta,
\nmomentul nostru de glorie,
\nc\u00e2nd am s\u0103r\u0103cit Capitoliul de genialitate
\n\u0219i ne-am \u00eensc\u0103unat drept panaceu universal
\n\u00een miezul cald al nebuniei?
\nM\u0103 plec \u00een fa\u021ba ta cu c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u0219i z\u00e2mbet.
\nPoft\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103, poft\u0103 de moarte, de vin mirosind a pustiu.
\nC\u00e2ntec de vaiet schingiuitor \u00eemi str\u0103bate flagelata binecuv\u00e2ntare.
\nD\u0103-mi dorin\u021bele tale \u00een palmele mele t\u0103iate de ve\u0219nice cu\u021bite,
\nd\u0103-mi sufletul t\u0103u nesuflat cu azur.<\/p>\n


\nDaniela MIH\u0102E\u0218<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Furtun\u0103 la Roma <\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au str\u00e2ns pe cer \u00een caier norii
\nla ordin scurt \u0219i sec, de tunet dat,
\nse r\u0103zboie\u0219te cerul cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\niar cel din urm\u0103 pare c-a cedat.<\/p>\n

Se-adun\u0103-n \u0219iruri, se despart, se-nnoad\u0103
\n\u00een v\u00e2rcolaci enormi, hido\u0219i \u0219i gri,
\nr\u0103cnesc, se zbat, scot focuri de balaur,
\nfuria cerului nu-i chip de a opri.<\/p>\n

Un c\u00e2ine speriat a \u00eenceput s\u0103 latre
\niar spatele unei pisici e ca un arc,
\n\u00een pomi, tac p\u0103s\u0103rile, zgribulite, toate
\n\u0219i clopotele, clopotele-n turl\u0103, bat.<\/p>\n

S-a \u00eentunecat \u00een cas\u0103 prea devreme,
\nclan\u021ba stricat\u0103 a u\u0219ii sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie \u0219i geme,
\nde pe pere\u021bi lipi\u021bi \u0219i albi de fric\u0103, sidefii
\nsfin\u021bii coboar\u0103 din icoane printre vii.<\/p>\n

Pe jil\u021bul cel \u00eenalt, seme\u021b \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 timp
\n\u00een barb\u0103 c\u0103ut\u00e2nd motiv, un fir de \u00eendurare,
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2nul \u0219ade trist, t\u0103cut, ca pe un ghimp
\n\u0219i nu-\u0219i explic\u0103 fapta \u0219i-a omului tr\u0103dare.<\/p>\n

\u00cen seara asta cad icoane sfinte
\ndin lum\u00e2n\u0103ri o flac\u0103r\u0103-i pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103,
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t nici Domnul nu o vede-arz\u00e2nd\u0103.
\nIar omul crede mai mult \u00een cine-l minte\u2026<\/p>\n


\nTriste\u021bea unei nop\u021bi de var\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Un greier mic ie\u0219it de sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\ncu fracul tuci, \u00een firele de iarb\u0103
\no veche melodie st\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd
\ndespre-o trecut\u0103 trist\u0103 zi de var\u0103.<\/p>\n

Arcu\u0219ul lunec\u0103 vibr\u00e2nd \u00een noapte
\ntrezind din somn arcadele de pin,
\nfluturi cu aripi \u00eenmuiate-n \u0219oapte
\nsub lampioane, danseaz\u0103 un cadril.<\/p>\n

Sclipesc, \u00een dosul unui tuia, licuricii,
\nca \u00eentr-un joc nebun \u0219i delirant,
\nde sus aplaud\u0103 frenetic, pitulicii,
\nascun\u0219i pe creanga unui fag.<\/p>\n

Sub v\u0103lul transparent a mii de stele
\ntrec sobre, dalbe, lebede pe ap\u0103,
\nplutind \u00een larg ca vechile gondole
\npurt\u00e2nd cu m\u0103re\u021bie trena lor regal\u0103.<\/p>\n

A amu\u021bit \u0219i cerul \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\nvioara greierului geme sub arcu\u0219,
\nsuspin\u0103 florile se-opre\u0219te v\u00e2ntul,
\npl\u00e2ng nostalgia verii ce-a trecut.<\/p>\n


\nPloaie de toamn\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd plou\u0103 afar\u0103, p\u0103s\u0103rile tac
\niar florile iau forma unei lacrimi.
\nDe frig, tremur\u0103 frunza \u00een copac
\n\u0219i melci t\u0103cu\u021bi sunt mult mai ageri.<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul se plimb\u0103 v\u00e2j\u00e2ind pe strad\u0103
\nde parc\u0103 a pierdut ceva de pre\u021b
\n\u0219i bate-acum la fiecare poart\u0103
\n\u00een modul cel mai \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021b.<\/p>\n

Doar cerul \u00eei astup\u0103 suflul rece,
\ndoi nori imen\u0219i au declarat duel
\nlu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i libertatea de-a se-ntrece
\n\u00een asisten\u021ba unui sf\u00e2nt arhanghel,<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o caden\u021b\u0103 dens\u0103 ca de plumb,
\ncad picurii de ploaie-n umbra serii
\ne trist, e-at\u00e2t de trist, ca \u00eentr-un nimb
\ndin care-ai vrea s\u0103 ie\u0219i, s\u0103 nu te sperii\u2026<\/p>\n


\nFAPTE CULTURALE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dubl\u0103 lansare de carte<\/strong>
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S\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, 18 ianuarie 2020, la Clubul \u201eFemina\u201d al Centrului Cultural \u201eFlorica C. Cristoforeanu\u201d din R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat au fost lansate volumele: \u201ePseudonim pentru lacrim\u0103\u201d de Cornelia Ionescu Ciurumelea \u0219i \u201e\u00centre zbor \u0219i levita\u021bie\u201d de Vasile Ghinea (poezii \u0219i aforisme).
\nAu participat scriitori din Buz\u0103u \u0219i R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat: Mihaela Roxana Boboc, Tudor Cicu, Dumitru Pan\u0103, Teo Cabel, Valeria Manta T\u0103icu\u021bu, \u0218tefan Andrei Costache, Nicolai T\u0103icu\u021bu, Viorel Dodan, Nina Beldie, precum \u0219i reprezentan\u021bi ai Bibliotecii Municipale \u0219i mul\u021bi iubitori de literatur\u0103.
\nVolumele au fost tip\u0103rite cu sprijinul Centrului Cultural, \u00een cadrul proiectului \u201eScriitori de azi\u201d.
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\nDiana TRANDAFIR<\/strong>
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S\u0103 ne prefacem \u00een calcar<\/strong><\/p>\n

te construiesc din nebunia r\u0103sp\u00e2ntiilor
\nca pe o noapte de culoarea m\u0103slinei
\nsau ca pe o alee \u0219erpuitoare
\nce se strecoar\u0103 printre trenule\u021bele fantom\u0103
\ndin unitatea de jandarmi r\u0103mas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2n
\njum\u0103tate spaim\u0103
\njum\u0103tate stand-by
\nur\u0103\u0219ti lifturile \u0219i pere\u021bii portocalii
\niar \u021bigara s-a topit \u00eentre degete<\/p>\n

unde atingerea e interzis\u0103
\nochiul alunec\u0103 spre capitolele descompuse
\ndin cartea uit\u0103rii
\ne mai u\u0219or s\u0103 ard
\ndec\u00e2t s\u0103-mi \u00eempletesc \u00een p\u0103r petale moi de cais<\/p>\n

hei
\nnu ai vrea s\u0103 ne ascundem
\nlaolalt\u0103 cu timpul
\n\u00een sur\u00e2sul primordial
\ne posibil s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple cu tine
\nceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een toate
\nr\u0103zboaiele lumii
\nmie
\nc\u00e2nd aud violinele vibr\u00e2nd \u00een amurg
\nnu \u00eemi vine nici s\u0103 r\u00e2d
\nnici s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng<\/p>\n


\nNumai o gur\u0103 de aer<\/strong><\/p>\n

aveam ceas \u0219i aveam
\n\u0219i grij\u0103 de mine
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtez prea mult de linia orizontului
\nf\u0103r\u0103 explica\u021bii \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 morfin\u0103
\ndin partea neagr\u0103 a s\u00e2nului st\u00e2ng
\nhr\u0103neam umbra
\ncare se mototolea \u0219i c\u0103dea
\nca o c\u00e2rp\u0103 plin\u0103 cu sare cu care
\npo\u021bi \u0219terge trecutul \u00eenainte de a se limpezi
\ndin partea cenu\u0219ie a s\u00e2nului st\u00e2ng
\nhr\u0103neam p\u00e2cla fumurie a visului
\nurcat apoi cu un scripete p\u00e2n\u0103 la cer<\/p>\n

fluturele ascuns \u00een pumn \u00eendesa
\n\u00eentre aripile sale
\nlumina ivit\u0103 din mla\u0219tini
\niar cascada de oase
\n\u00eemi tot aduna cioburi \u00een ochi
\n\u00eenc\u0103run\u021beam v\u0103z\u00e2nd cu ochii
\ncu vocea mea r\u0103gu\u0219it\u0103
\nbrevet\u00e2nd sonatele lunii<\/p>\n

\u0219i \u00een drumul meu nec\u0103lcat de miei sau gheparzi
\nsingurul lucru pe care
\na\u0219 fi dorit s\u0103-l rev\u0103d
\nera r\u0103s\u0103ritul<\/p>\n


\nImpuls<\/strong><\/p>\n

de-at\u00e2ta ploaie poemul a devenit violet
\nciorchini de struguri se str\u00e2ng
\n\u00een st\u00e2nga scrisului meu
\n\u0219i verdele e f\u0103r\u0103 semnal
\non off<\/p>\n

nu \u00ee\u021bi mai spun nimic
\nvei \u00een\u021belege
\nc\u00e2nd vei fi mai aproape de somn
\ndec\u00e2t de triste\u021bile unui orb exilat
\n\u00eentr-o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 albastr\u0103 \u00een care
\ng\u00e2ndurile
\ndevin ca de sulf<\/p>\n

din plictis sau poate din dragoste
\nm-am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 refac strategiile
\npentru jocurile vie\u021bii
\njocuri noi de asalt<\/p>\n


\nEcou<\/strong><\/p>\n

terasamentele
\nh\u00e2rtiile aruncate pe jos
\n\u00eengerii care dorm cu fruntea rezemat\u0103 de trepte
\n\u0219i norii insomniaci
\nca ni\u0219te vechi tovar\u0103\u0219i de lupt\u0103
\ntoate
\ncaut\u0103 form\u0103 \u00een realitatea de piatr\u0103
\ncaii de marmur\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i iau doza de libertate
\ntr\u0103g\u00e2nd din pipa de hum\u0103 a lumii
\ndesigur c\u0103 e uitarea
\nfebra sau frica<\/p>\n

\u00eens\u0103
\nat\u00e2\u021bia oameni
\nse cufund\u0103 \u00een cea\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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