{"id":11350,"date":"2020-10-14T14:28:37","date_gmt":"2020-10-14T11:28:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11350"},"modified":"2020-10-14T14:28:37","modified_gmt":"2020-10-14T11:28:37","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-72-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11350","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 72 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Camelia Manuela SAVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

INSTANTANEU<\/strong><\/p>\n

I
\nCineva \u0219i-a adus aminte de mine \u0219i m-a strigat
\nPosibil s\u0103 fi fost \u00cengerul
\n\u00cen vis fluturii au aripi imense
\n\u00cen ele ascund culorile
\nPa\u0219ii t\u0103i fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 c\u0103rarea
\nCe nelini\u0219te \u00een apa f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii!
\nHai s\u0103 aliniem planetele!
\nAm auzit cum \u00cengerul cre\u0219tea odat\u0103 cu mine
\nAvea haine noi de s\u0103rb\u0103toare
\nLe vom alinia
\n\u00cemi spui – siguran\u021ba o citesc \u00een vocea ta
\nNumai lutul se preschimb\u0103 \u00een zbor
\nNumai iubirea are gustul amar<\/p>\n

II
\nAlunec lent \u00een c\u00e2ntecul sirenei. Ma\u0219inile schimb\u0103
\ndirec\u021bia de mers.
\nStr\u0103zile sunt luate cu asalt de melci care viseaz\u0103 s\u0103 duc\u0103
\n\u00een spate o cas\u0103 cu etaj
\nTrenul trece pe aici din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\nSuntem gr\u0103bi\u021bi s\u0103 prindem un loc
\n\u00centre oameni f\u0103r\u0103 chip f\u0103r\u0103 nume
\nOra\u0219ul locuie\u0219te \u00een mine
\nTu deschizi fereastra \u0219i vezi lumina tuturor celorlalte
\nzile
\nr\u0103mase libere p\u00e2n\u0103 la alinierea planetelor<\/p>\n

III
\nclipele care ard \u00een ochii t\u0103i \u00eemi dau fiori
\nzbori peste \u00eenserarea din mine
\nadormi \u00eentre sc\u00e2nduri unde se zgribulesc speran\u021bele cu
\naripile albastre
\nNu po\u021bi alinia planetele!
\nDar \u00eengerul vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 conving\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n cu el
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul pove\u0219tii
\n***
\nZi de var\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103-n sear\u0103
\nL\u0103s\u0103m s\u0103 treac\u0103 ploile prin noi
\nNe \u021binem str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nAlerg\u0103m pe acel drum. Cu sens unic, zicea cineva mai
\n\u00een\u021belept dec\u00e2t mine
\nFurtuna ne aduce aproape
\n\u00cen c\u00e2ntecul ierbii st\u0103 verdele \u021beap\u0103n
\nL\u0103s\u0103m s\u0103 treac\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile acidulate
\nPrin venele noastre albastre pline de melci se strecoar\u0103
\nnorii lichefia\u021bi
\nTunetul ne acoper\u0103 ca un pled colorat
\nPloaia se scurge \u0219uvoaie prin pletele mele
\nCe speran\u021be se \u00eentrev\u0103d dincolo de inimile noastre
\n\u00centindem curcubeul
\nS\u0103 putem atinge picioarele sfin\u021bilor aura cu capetele
\nt\u0103iate arde \u00een continuare
\nCopaci de silabe accentuate stau apleca\u021bi peste um\u0103rul
\nmuntelui
\nOchii mei inunda\u021bi de aceste torente de via\u021b\u0103
\nse bucur\u0103 de venirea ta
\nL\u0103s\u0103m aceste ploi s\u0103 treac\u0103
\nNe \u021binem str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2ini
\nHai s\u0103 l\u0103s\u0103m trenurile s\u0103 respire sacadat
\nIubirile se r\u0103t\u0103cesc \u00een ploaie
\npe c\u0103r\u0103rile ce duc spre neant
\nNumai tu \u0219tii s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bii str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nL\u0103s\u0103m noaptea s\u0103 vin\u0103 peste pa\u0219ii no\u0219tri
\nOprim \u00een g\u0103rile mocirloase
\nCobor\u00e2m \u0219i urc\u0103m. Ca doi pasageri cu pa\u0219apoarte
\nexpirate
\nNu \u00eemi dai drumul din str\u00e2nsoarea ce \u00eemi apas\u0103 s\u00e2ngele
\nm\u00e2na ta e cald\u0103 p\u0103rinteasc\u0103
\nL\u0103s\u0103m timpul s\u0103 treac\u0103 \u00een negura p\u0103catului
\n\u00cemb\u0103tr\u00e2nim \u0219i m\u0103 iube\u0219ti a\u0219a cum sunt<\/p>\n


\nIonu\u021b CARAGEA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Locul meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi place p\u0103durea
\ncu aerul ei curat
\ncu p\u0103s\u0103rile ei c\u00e2nt\u0103toare
\ndar p\u0103durea mi-a spus:
\nlocul t\u0103u nu e aici<\/p>\n

\u00eemi plac toate, \u0219i cerul
\ncu holdele lui de stele
\n\u0219i oceanele pline de insule
\n\u0219i de\u0219erturile cu oaze suspin\u00e2nd
\ndup\u0103 gurile celor \u00eenseta\u021bi
\n\u0219i muntele privind de sus lumea
\n\u0219i c\u00e2mpiile cu iarba lor \u00eenvelind
\nsomnul tuturor \u00een\u021belep\u021bilor
\ndar toate mi-au spus:
\nlocul t\u0103u nu e aici<\/p>\n

\u00eemi place \u0219i poemul acesta
\nprin care \u00eencerc
\ns\u0103 fiu pretutindeni
\ndar \u0219i el \u00eemi repet\u0103:
\nlocul t\u0103u nu e aici<\/p>\n

dar unde e locul meu
\nunde, unde?<\/p>\n

\u00een oglinzi sunt mereu mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n
\n\u00een oameni m\u0103 simt
\nca \u0219i cum n-a\u0219 mai fi
\niar visele se termin\u0103 mereu
\n\u00eenainte de a \u00eencepe<\/p>\n

\u00eemi place \u0219i umbra
\ndar umbra tace \u0219i-\u0219i roade lan\u021bul
\nceea ce-mi d\u0103 de-n\u021beles
\nc\u0103 locul meu nu e aici<\/p>\n

cobor \u00een mine
\ntraversez s\u00e2ngele
\nca \u0219i cum a\u0219 traversa
\ncele \u0219ase r\u00e2uri ce separ\u0103
\ninfernul de lumea viilor
\najung la inim\u0103
\ndar inima \u00eemi r\u0103spunde:
\nlocul t\u0103u nu e aici<\/p>\n

cobor \u0219i mai ad\u00e2nc
\nde undeva, de departe
\nse aude o voce:<\/p>\n

\u00eentoarce-te!
\nlocul t\u0103u nu e aici<\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eentorc
\n\u0219i ajung \u00een spatele m\u0103\u0219tii
\n\u0219i to\u021bi, \u0219i toate \u00eemi spun:<\/p>\n

acum \u0219tii<\/p>\n


\n\u0218alupe de h\u00e2rtie<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu demult am g\u0103sit o corabie
\nscufundat\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge
\no amintire lovit\u0103
\nde torpila unui sentiment
\nr\u0103zbun\u0103tor<\/p>\n

avea suprafa\u021ba
\nacoperit\u0103 de colesterol
\nam scrijelit-o cu unghiile
\n\u0219i i-am aflat numele<\/p>\n

era aceea\u0219i \u0219i aceea\u0219i IUBIRE
\npe care am sim\u021bit-o c\u00e2ndva
\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103 c\u0103uta cu o bl\u00e2nd\u0103 adiere
\npe la pleoape
\n\u0219i m\u0103 s\u0103ruta
\nprin fereastra deschis\u0103
\na inimii<\/p>\n

cum a ajuns acolo
\ne vina numai \u0219i numai a mea
\nam permis urii
\ns\u0103-mi intre \u00een s\u00e2nge
\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-\u0219i doar periscopul
\nla suprafa\u021b\u0103
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd distan\u021ba potrivit\u0103
\npentru lovitura de gra\u021bie<\/p>\n

acum
\ncu 50 de \u0219alupe de h\u00e2rtie
\nplutind deasupra s\u00e2ngelui
\n\u00eencerc s\u0103 readuc IUBIREA
\npe linia de plutire<\/p>\n


\nDumitru BR\u0102NEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poeme de m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat sufletul<\/strong><\/p>\n

peste lumea pustiit\u0103 de coronavirus
\nvl\u0103guit\u0103 precum m\u00e2r\u021boaga Fefeleag\u0103i
\nvremea vremuie\u0219te veninul viperei
\n\u00eenc\u0103lzit\u0103 la s\u00e2nul lui Anticrist
\n,,ca un blestem pe timpul insolent\u201d
\nabisul pare fund de iaduri
\ncurg\u00e2nd \u00een sine p\u00e2n\u0103 la dizolvare
\n\u00een edenul s\u0103getat de viitor
\nse zguduie pere\u021bii-n h\u0103uri
\nde larma izvor\u00e2t\u0103 din suspine
\nt\u0103riile se n\u0103ruie-n sine
\nscorpii \u0219i vipere scap\u0103r\u0103
\nprin fracturile timpului
\nputrezite de umezeala
\nlumii din noi.<\/p>\n


\nEu vin ca o ninsoare<\/em><\/p>\n

Unde e\u0219ti fiu al ultimei ninsori,
\nUnde e\u0219ti mam\u0103 a cerului Marie,
\nTe v\u0103d trec\u00e2nd prin ceruri deseori
\nLumin\u0103 rug\u0103toare c\u0103tre Fiul T\u0103u
\nC\u00e2nd eu vin \u0219i vin ca o ninsoare
\nDintr-un alt ev uscat de omenie
\nDisperare de \u00eengeri c\u0103 ve\u0219nic ninge
\nPeste o mare de ghea\u021b\u0103 tot mai trist\u0103
\nPeste o mare a bucuriei ce nu exist\u0103
\nRug\u0103 de pas\u0103re, credul\u0103, nebun\u0103
\nCe crede c\u0103 poate face lumea mai bun\u0103
\nDin coasta g\u00e2ndului s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd cre\u0219tin
\nRidic\u0103m palate \u0219i turnuri de venin
\nC\u0103 nu mai sunt multe fiare \u00een p\u0103dure
\nNecredincio\u0219ii nu vor s\u0103 cread\u0103
\nC\u0103 toate s-au mutat \u00een strad\u0103
\n\u00cen ora\u0219ele planetei imature
\nSt\u0103-n sl\u0103vi rugina lumii ca-ntr-un stup
\nOb\u00e2r\u0219iile tainei s-au istovit \u00een trup
\nS-abate lumea din calea ei cea dreapt\u0103
\nSub fo\u0219netul vremii se destram\u0103-n fapt\u0103
\nBuc\u0103\u021bi se face de-at\u00e2tea frun\u021bi b\u0103tut\u0103
\n\u0218i peste toate la p\u00e2nd\u0103 neagra doamn\u0103 mut\u0103.
\nUnde e\u0219ti Fiu al ultimei ninsori
\nNeputincio\u0219i pornim spre Tine Tat\u0103
\nDin lumea aceasta crucificat\u0103
\nS\u0103 nu murim \u00een ea de dou\u0103 ori.<\/p>\n


\nPloaie sihastr\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen icoana numelui t\u0103u
\no m\u00e2n\u0103 nev\u0103zut\u0103
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 nelini\u0219ti
\nploaie t\u00e2rzie de var\u0103
\nsih\u0103strit\u0103 \u00een ochii t\u0103i
\nve\u0219nicia dragostei
\nprinde contur ca o chemare
\nce te face tot mai frumoas\u0103
\ndescul\u021b\u0103 \u00eembujorat\u0103
\nprin noroiul social
\ncu umerii albi de crin.<\/p>\n


\nStrada singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 mai port lumina
\n\u00een zilele f\u0103r\u0103 Tine Doamne
\n\u0219i-mi ajunge c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103lzesc
\noul \u00eenfrigurat al zilei
\nc\u00e2t embrionul din el
\ns\u0103 devin\u0103 iubire
\ntrandafirul care-mi cre\u0219te-n piept
\nsfideaz\u0103 cerurile
\ne semn c\u0103 n-am murit
\n\u00eens\u0103\u0219i t\u0103cerea Cuv\u00e2ntului
\n\u0219i-a deschis pr\u0103v\u0103lie
\npe strada singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii
\nm\u00e2inile Tale de copil
\nadun\u0103 dimine\u021bi
\npentru somnul z\u0103p\u0103cit de mistere
\ndin care voi lipsi o vreme.<\/p>\n


\nVeac reg\u0103sit<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen ce noapte te-am ales
\nPotec\u0103 de patimi
\nPrintr-un veac de singur\u0103tate
\nNe vom reg\u0103si \u00een zori
\n\u0218i nimeni putea-va-ne desparte
\nDe prea mult\u0103 lumin\u0103
\nEu vin din umbra a\u0219tept\u0103rilor
\nDin tine cine m-a chemat
\nSat de lacrim\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 leac!<\/p>\n


\nSens giratoriu<\/em><\/p>\n

c\u00e2ndva drumurile noastre
\ns-au intersectat
\n\u00eentr-un sens giratoriu
\nmi-a\u0219 fi dorit s\u0103 fie
\ncap\u0103t de drum
\ninima mea
\ncineva un \u00eenger un drac
\nsau chiar v\u00e2ntul juc\u0103u\u0219
\na schimbat indicatorul
\n\u0219i tu ai nimerit
\n\u00een inima altcuiva
\nde atunci
\nprin sensul meu giratoriu
\ntrec tot mai pu\u021bine bucurii
\ninima mea \u00eens\u00e2ngerat\u0103
\nde spinii dezam\u0103girii!<\/p>\n


\nNoua r\u0103t\u0103cire<\/em><\/p>\n

am s\u0103 te \u00eenchid \u00een fiecare vers
\ns\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219ti t\u0103cut\u0103 \u00eentr-un poem
\npe rug de zori \u00een straie de cuv\u00e2nt
\ns\u0103 te citesc \u0219i apoi s\u0103 te desc\u00e2nt
\ndin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd s\u0103 invent\u0103m un joc
\ntu cuib de cer eu pas\u0103re de foc
\ns\u0103-mi par\u0103 noaptea r\u0103t\u0103cire nou\u0103
\niubindu-ne s\u0103lbatec \u00een piei de rou\u0103.
\nFereastra timpului
\npe sub fereastra timpului meu
\na\u0219tept s\u0103 treci
\nca o respira\u021bie de \u00eenger
\nca un cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u00een forma unui trup
\nde care mereu s\u0103-mi aduc aminte.<\/p>\n

\"\"


\nConstantin SUDITU<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-a\u0219 lua felia de p\u00e2ine \u00een buzunar\/\u0219i a\u0219 pleca
\ndin lume<\/strong><\/p>\n

am at\u00e2tea p\u0103cate de f\u0103cut simt c\u00e2teodat\u0103
\nc\u0103 e norm\u0103 c\u0103 de asta \u00eenspre via\u021b\u0103\/de unde
\nai fost\/e\u0219ti izgonit<\/p>\n

am aflat multe am \u00een\u021beles c\u00eete ceva cunosc
\nlocuri oameni st\u0103p\u00e2nesc p\u00e2rghii balamale ro\u021bi
\n\u0219i alte animale\/trec relativ u\u0219or peste gropi
\n\u0219i focuri aprinse\/c\u00eend inima cere pot
\ns\u0103 pl\u00e2ng s\u0103 r\u00e2d chestii care \u021bin de suflet \u0219i ra\u021biune
\nadic\u0103 \u00eentr-o oarecare m\u0103sur\u0103 sunt om<\/p>\n

numai c\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 ca uneori toate acestea
\ns\u0103 dispar\u0103 parc\u0103 dou\u0103 degete sigure pe ele
\numbl\u0103 prin mine \u0219i m\u0103 separ\u0103 de tot ce pot s\u0103 fiu
\ntrezit ca dintr-o be\u021bie s\u0103-mi dau seama<\/p>\n

c\u0103 nu mai simt nimic nu mai \u00een\u021beleg nimic
\nnu se mai leag\u0103 nimic\/s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentreb
\nde ce trebuie s\u0103 respir s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc s\u0103 citesc
\ns\u0103 cred \u00een ceva<\/p>\n

c\u0103 am senza\u021bia de curat de nou de alt venit pe lume
\nnu printr-o femeie ci prin mine\/eu
\nn\u0103scut de mine<\/p>\n

ei!\/\u00eentr-un asemenea moment ar trebui
\ns\u0103-\u021bi iei felia de p\u00e2ine \u0219i s\u0103 te cari de aici<\/p>\n

c\u00eend eram pe front zilele
\nrefuzau s\u0103 ias\u0103 din ap\u0103 \u0219i din lumin\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00eeneau nep\u0103s\u0103toare sub un
\nstrat sub\u021bire de speran\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

odat\u0103 am scos baioneta dintr-unul care-mi
\nsem\u0103na s\u0103 tai p\u00eeinea a doua zi
\nl-am sim\u021bit cum \u00eencepea s\u0103 se trezeasc\u0103
\nvoia s\u0103-\u0219i justifice vina<\/p>\n

\u00eempingea cu m\u00eeinile \u0219i picioarele mestecam
\nd\u0103deam cu fruntea \u00een p\u0103m\u00eent s\u0103 pl\u00eeng
\nr\u0103mas cu ochiul greu pe via\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

stai m\u0103 acolo s\u0103 duc \u0219i eu ceva acas\u0103
\nlumea u\u0219oar\u0103 dintr-o inim\u0103 grea \u00eei ziceam
\n\u0219i muream cu fiecare dumicat \u0219i \u00eenviam
\ncu fiecare om uitat<\/p>\n


\nNina-Elena PLOPEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Trupul mamei<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103toream din obliga\u021bie. \u00cen urm\u0103 cu o zi aflasem
\nc\u0103 a murit mama. Era singura care m\u0103 lega de locurile
\nnatale. Tata murise \u00een urm\u0103 cu doisprezece ani. De
\natunci vizitam foarte rar satul \u00een care m\u0103 n\u0103scusem.
\nPriveam copacii de pe marginea drumului. C\u0103utam
\namintiri \u00een iarba de dincolo de trotuar \u0219i nu g\u0103seam
\nniciun sunet, nici o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere, nici o chemare.
\nScotoceam printre vremuri trecute nu sim\u021beam dec\u00e2t
\nam\u0103r\u0103ciune \u0219i triste\u021be. Eu nu mai apar\u021bineam acelor
\nlocuri. Am ajuns la casa unde p\u00e2n\u0103 ieri locuise mama.
\nPor\u021bile erau larg deschise \u0219i \u00eempodobite cu steaguri mari
\naduse de la biseric\u0103. Am \u00eencercat s-o jelesc pe cea care
\n\u00eemi d\u0103du-se via\u021b\u0103. Am \u00eentrebat cu ochii \u00een lacrimi \u0219i
\nvoce de litanie \u201eCine \u00eemi va mai deschide poarta de
\nacum \u00eencolo?\u201d Cum nu am g\u0103sit niciun r\u0103spuns la
\n\u00eentrebare, am urcat sc\u0103rile camerei \u00een care mama z\u0103cea
\n\u00eentins\u0103 pe catafalc. M-am mirat \u0219i m-am \u00eentrebat \u00een g\u00e2nd
\n\u201eDe c\u00e2nd este mama a\u0219a de lung\u0103? \u00cen ultimul timp, c\u00e2nd
\nmai tr\u0103ia \u00eenc\u0103, o v\u0103zusem scund\u0103 \u0219i adus\u0103 de spate.\u201d Ca
\ns\u0103-mi piar\u0103 nedumerirea, am privit de jur \u00eemprejur. Pe
\nperetele opus se afla un tablou cu fotografii. M-am
\napropiat \u0219i am rev\u0103zut prima fotografie \u00een care al\u0103turi de
\nmama \u0219i tata ap\u0103ream \u0219i eu. Era o poz\u0103 veche f\u0103cut\u0103 \u00een
\ncurtea bunicilor \u00een fa\u021ba unei case acoperit\u0103 cu \u0219indril\u0103.
\nMama \u00eenalt\u0103, cu p\u0103rul negru \u0219i bogat prins \u00een coc, era
\n\u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00een rochie alb\u0103 de mireas\u0103. Tata, cu p\u0103rul cre\u021b
\n\u0219i ochii veseli purta costum negru de ginere. La
\npicioarele lor un b\u0103rbat \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, a\u0219ezat pe vine, \u021binea
\npe genunchi o feti\u021b\u0103 de o \u0219chioap\u0103. Cred c\u0103 aveam un an
\n\u0219i jum\u0103tate. Eram al treilea copil al p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei \u0219i cel
\ncare, dup\u0103 spusele tatei, le adusese noroc. Da. Mama
\nmea fusese o femeie frumoas\u0103, \u00eenalt\u0103, cu p\u0103rul ca
\nantracitul, lung \u0219i des pe care \u0219i-l \u00eempletea \u00een cozi ca
\nm\u00e2na de groase. C\u00e2nd a \u00eenceput s\u0103 resimt\u0103 greutatea
\npodoabei capilare \u0219i-a t\u0103iat din lungimea cozilor \u0219i le-a
\nd\u0103ruit unei vecine s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 me\u0219e. C\u00e2nd se piept\u0103na,
\nmama \u00ee\u0219i str\u00e2ngea p\u0103rul de pe pieptene \u0219i \u00eel punea \u00eentr-o
\nfa\u021b\u0103 de pern\u0103. \u201eAsta s\u0103 fie perna pe care s\u0103 mi-o pune\u021bi
\nsub cap c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 mor. Ai grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu arunci pe oriunde
\np\u0103rul care-\u021bi cade! Pe lumea cealalt\u0103 o s\u0103 bagi m\u00e2na \u0219i o
\ns\u0103-l sco\u021bi din foc.\u201d Nu luam \u00een seam\u0103 ce-mi spunea
\natunci. \u201eOare unde o fii perna mamei?\u201d Sub cap am
\nv\u0103zut o pern\u0103 luat\u0103 cu toate celelalte de trebuin\u021b\u0103 de la
\nfirma de pompe funebre de unde fusese cump\u0103rat \u0219i
\nsicriul.
\nAfar\u0103, so\u021bul meu desc\u0103rca bagajele din
\nautomobil: farfurii, dulciuri, vin, prosoape, covrigi,
\nlum\u00e2n\u0103ri \u0219i alte m\u0103run\u021bi\u0219uri pentru pomana mamei.
\nToat\u0103 via\u021ba fusese o femeie slab\u0103. Nu se omora cu
\nm\u00e2ncarea. Vecina c\u0103reia \u00eei d\u0103duse cozile, care era mai
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i avea forme plinu\u021be, \u00eei spunea cu invidie \u201eSi\u021bo
\ne\u0219ti ca femeia \u0219nur, f\u0103r\u0103 burt\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 c…!\u201d \u201eM\u0103car pe
\nlumea de dincolo s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce mai mult \u0219i mai bine.\u201d,
\nmi-am spus privind spre gr\u0103mada de alimente ce \u00ee\u0219i
\nf\u0103ceau loc \u00een c\u0103mar\u0103.
\n\u2014 Am vorbit cu groparii, mi-a \u00eentrerupt reveria
\nfratele meu mai mare. M\u00e2ine diminea\u021b\u0103 se duc la cimitir
\ns\u0103-i preg\u0103teasc\u0103 locul de veci.
\nAm \u00eencuviin\u021bat din cap \u0219i am intrat \u00een \u00eenc\u0103perea \u00een
\ncare c\u00e2teva vecine preg\u0103teau zestrea pe care mama
\ntrebuia s-o ia cu ea peste dou\u0103 zile. Puneau b\u0103nu\u021bi \u00een
\ncol\u021bul batistelor \u0219i \u00eei legau cu a\u021b\u0103 ro\u0219ie f\u0103r\u0103 s-o \u00eennoade.
\n\u2014 C\u00e2nd a murit b\u0103rbatul meu, am pus monede de
\ncincizeci de bani nu din astea de zece, a zis cea mai \u00een
\nv\u00e2rst\u0103, care, preocupat\u0103 de ceea ce f\u0103cea, nu m\u0103 v\u0103zuse
\nintr\u00e2nd.
\n\u2014 Sunt bune \u0219i astea, a \u00eencercat cealalt\u0103 s\u0103 dreag\u0103
\nbusuiocul. S\u0103 aib\u0103 \u021ba\u021ba Si\u021ba cu ce s\u0103-\u0219i pl\u0103teasc\u0103 v\u0103mile.
\nSpre sear\u0103, vecinii s-au str\u00e2ns cu to\u021bii la priveghi. O
\npriveam pe mama \u0219i eram uimit\u0103 c\u00e2nd o vedeam cum
\nz\u00e2mbea la glumele celor din jur. Am servit femeile cu
\nfursecuri \u0219i b\u0103rba\u021bii cu vin. Nu-mi g\u0103seam locul. Intram
\n\u0219i ie\u0219eam g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 la c\u00e2te erau de f\u0103cut. A\u0219 fi vrut
\ns\u0103-i trimit pe to\u021bi acas\u0103, s\u0103-mi a\u0219ez capul \u00een poala mamei
\n\u0219i s-o rog s\u0103 m\u0103 ajute. Trebuia \u00eempodobit pomul ce
\nurma s\u0103 mearg\u0103 \u00een fruntea convoiului mortuar. Am
\nrugat o veri\u0219oar\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eendrume.
\n\u2014 Dac\u0103 vre\u021bi s\u0103 duc pomul, s\u0103-mi t\u0103ia\u021bi o ramur\u0103
\nde m\u0103r mai sub\u021bire. Altfel nu pot. S\u0103-mi cump\u0103ra\u021bi
\ng\u0103letu\u0219\u0103, nu g\u0103leat\u0103, ca s\u0103-mi fie mai u\u0219or. Trebuie s\u0103
\npune\u021bi \u00een el c\u00e2te nou\u0103 din nou\u0103 feluri de dulciuri.
\n\u2014 Ba nu. Trebuie zece, un fel pentru \u00eenger, a
\ncontrazis-o altcineva.
\nAm tres\u0103rit. Am f\u0103cut un calcul sumar \u0219i mi-am dat
\nseama c\u0103 nu cump\u0103rasem nou\u0103zeci, nici m\u0103car optzeci
\n\u0219i unu de pachete. Mi-am revenit c\u00e2nd mi-am adus
\naminte c\u0103 o fat\u0103 mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103reia \u00eei murise mama de
\ncur\u00e2nd mi-a adus dou\u0103 cutii, una avea cornuri cu
\nciocolat\u0103, iar cealalt\u0103 alte pr\u0103jiturele. \u201eSunt salvat\u0103.\u201d,
\nmi-am zis ar\u0103t\u00e2ndu-i cutiile.
\n\u2014 Sunt bune?
\n\u2014 Sunt foarte bune.
\nSPA\u021aII CULTURALE nr. 72, sept.\/ oct. 2020
\n18
\n\u2014 Nu sunt prea multe? Spuneai c\u0103 pomul nu
\ntrebuie s\u0103 fie prea greu.
\n\u2014 N-o s\u0103 fie, n-o s\u0103 fie!
\n\u00cen ziua a doua spre pr\u00e2nz, fratele meu mai mare
\na venit s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentrebe:
\n\u2014 Auzi, \u00een care parte a fost \u00eengropat tata? \u00cen st\u00e2nga
\nsau \u00een dreapta?
\n\u2014 \u00cen st\u00e2nga. De ce?
\n\u2014 Groparii au \u00eencurcat locul. \u00cen loc s\u0103 sape \u00een
\ndreapta, au s\u0103pat \u00een st\u00e2nga \u0219i l-au g\u0103sit pe b\u0103tr\u00e2n. \u00cenc\u0103
\nnu era putrezit, era mumificat. C\u00e2\u021bi ani au trecut de c\u00e2nd
\na murit?
\n\u2014 Doisprezece!
\n\u2014 L-au rupt ei \u00een buc\u0103\u021bi \u0219i am b\u0103gat r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021bele \u00een
\nni\u0219te saci pe care or s\u0103-i pun\u0103 deasupra co\u0219ciugului
\nmamei.
\n\u2014 Dar cum de n-a putrezit dup\u0103 at\u00e2\u021bia ani?
\n\u2014 Uite a\u0219a, n-a putrezit!
\nAm f\u0103cut ochii mari \u0219i mi-am amintit c\u0103 tata a murit
\n\u00een iulie. Ca s\u0103 nu se strice, o rud\u0103, infirmier\u0103 la spital, \u00eei
\nf\u0103cuse injec\u021bii cu formol.
\n\u2014 O s\u0103 trebuiasc\u0103 s\u0103-i face\u021bi \u0219i lui pomenile de la
\n\u00eenceput, ne-a avertizat unul dintre cei care veniser\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i
\nia la revedere de la mama.
\n\u2014 Nu trebuie dec\u00e2t s\u0103 pun\u0103 dou\u0103 lum\u00e2n\u0103ri \u00een
\ncoliv\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103-l pomeneasc\u0103 preotul \u0219i pe el, l-a completat
\nun alt vizitator.
\n\u2014 Da. O s\u0103 scriu pe pomelnic Gheorghe \u0219i Sofia,
\nam \u00eencheiat eu discu\u021bia.
\n\u00cei f\u0103cusem tat\u0103lui meu pomenile regulat p\u00e2n\u0103 la un
\nan. Apoi l-am pomenit doar din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd. Acum,
\nc\u00e2nd trupul so\u021biei sale urma s\u0103 fie a\u0219ezat \u00een acela\u0219i
\nmorm\u00e2nt, \u00eemi reamintise datoria pe care o aveam.
\nA venit mut\u0103 lume s-o vad\u0103 pe mama. I-au adus
\nlum\u00e2n\u0103ri \u0219i garoafe ro\u0219ii, multe \u0219i proaspete. De c\u00e2tva
\ntimp mama nu se mai \u00eengrija de florile ei. Nu mai avea
\nflori nici \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, nici \u00een ghivece. Mu\u0219catele mamei
\nnu mai \u00eenfloriser\u0103 \u00een ultima prim\u0103var\u0103 a vie\u021bii sale. Un
\nsingur trandafir roz din care f\u0103cea dulcea\u021b\u0103 se odihnea
\ng\u00e2rbovit l\u00e2ng\u0103 ulucile gardului. Abia apucam s-o mai
\nv\u0103d pe mama. Nu mai aveam loc l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. Am putut,
\ntotu\u0219i, s\u0103 observ c\u0103 buzele mamei nu mai z\u00e2mbeau. Pe
\nm\u0103sur\u0103 ce se apropia \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntarea chipul mamei
\ndevenea trist. Eu nu aveam timp s\u0103 stau l\u00e2ng\u0103 mama \u0219i
\ns-o \u00eentreb de ce nu se bucur\u0103 c\u0103 o s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103 din
\nnou cu tata, c\u0103 vor sta \u00een acela\u0219i loc \u0219i vor \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bi un
\ncovrig, vor m\u00e2nca din aceea\u0219i farfurie, vor bea din
\nacela\u0219i pahar, vor dormi pe aceea\u0219i pern\u0103 \u0219i se vor \u00eenveli
\ncu aceea\u0219i p\u0103tur\u0103.
\nA venit duhovnicul s-o scoat\u0103 pe mama din casa pe
\ncare o iubea at\u00e2t de mult. Eu n-am v\u0103zut c\u00e2nd au dus-o
\n\u00een ma\u0219ina mortuar\u0103. Alergam cu trupul din gr\u00e2u al
\nmamei spre locul unde se aflau pachetele cu m\u00e2ncarea
\npentru poman\u0103 s\u0103 le sfin\u021beasc\u0103 preotul. N-am putut s-o
\njelesc pe mama c\u00e2nd au scos-o din casa pe care o
\ncl\u0103dise cu m\u00e2inile sale \u0219i cu m\u00e2inile b\u0103rbatului s\u0103u.
\nMergeam \u00een t\u0103cere \u00een urma mamei c\u0103tre cimitir.
\nEra un februarie neobi\u0219nuit de cald. Cred c\u0103 se
\n\u00eenc\u0103lzise, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, \u0219i mama. \u00cen ultimele ierni se tot
\npl\u00e2ngea c\u0103-i este frig, c\u0103 lemnele sunt scumpe \u0219i proaste
\n\u0219i c\u0103 pensia de urma\u0219 nu-i ajunge. Cortegiul funerar se
\noprea la r\u0103sp\u00e2ntii. B\u0103rba\u021bii din familia mamei aruncau
\ncu monede. Voiam s-o \u00eentreb: \u201eMam\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi sunt de ajuns
\nbanii?\u201d
\nCei doi preo\u021bi ai satului au f\u0103cut o slujb\u0103 lung\u0103 \u0219i
\nfrumoas\u0103. Mama avea multe rude. Erau cu to\u021bii la
\nc\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2iul ei. \u00cen discursul de la sf\u00e2r\u0219it, duhovnicul mamei
\na amintit c\u0103 \u201ea fost o femeie cumsecade, o bun\u0103
\ncre\u0219tin\u0103, care nu s-a certat niciodat\u0103 cu nimeni\u201d. \u201eS-a
\ncertat destul cu tata, c\u00e2t a tr\u0103it.\u201d, am g\u00e2ndit eu obosit\u0103 de
\ndimensiunea slujbei \u0219i \u00eengrijorat\u0103 c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 am
\nputere s\u0103 dau fiec\u0103rei persoane farfuriile preg\u0103tite la
\nbiseric\u0103 \u00een diminea\u021ba \u00eenmorm\u00e2nt\u0103rii. \u201eOr s\u0103-mi ajung\u0103?
\nTrebuie s\u0103 dau \u0219i la b\u0103rba\u021bi \u0219i la femei, \u0219i pentru
\nGheorghe \u0219i pentru Sofia, a\u0219a cum fuseser\u0103 pomeni\u021bi de
\npreo\u021bi.\u201d Am s\u0103rutat icoana \u0219i m\u00e2na mamei \u0219i m-am
\n\u00eendreptat gr\u0103bit\u0103 spre masa cu vase. So\u021bul meu d\u0103dea
\nfiec\u0103ruia covrigul \u0219i lum\u00e2narea. C\u00e2teva femei din sat au
\n\u021binut s\u0103-mi aminteasc\u0103 c\u0103 fusesem coleg\u0103 de clas\u0103 cu
\nfetele lor. Am dat din cap \u0219i le-am mul\u021bumit c\u0103, de\u0219i
\nerau b\u0103tr\u00e2ne \u0219i suferinde, au \u021binut s-o \u00eenso\u021beasc\u0103 pe
\nmama pe ultimul drum. Prin minte \u00eemi treceau imagini
\ndin urm\u0103 cu cinzeci de ani. Curtea \u0219colii era plin\u0103 de
\ncopii \u0219i p\u0103rin\u021bi, mai multe mame, desigur, asistau la
\nserbarea de sf\u00e2r\u0219it de an c\u00e2nd se f\u0103cea \u0219i premierea.
\nMama \u00een bra\u021be cu fratele meu mai mic era felicitat\u0103 de
\ncons\u0103tene pentru de\u0219tept\u0103ciunea \u0219i cumin\u021benia mea.
\n\u201eSunt fericit\u0103, mam\u0103, c\u0103 \u021bi-am adus at\u00e2t de multe
\nbucurii, de\u0219i, uneori, erai greu de mul\u021bumit.\u201d, mi-am
\nspus privind bulg\u0103rii mari \u0219i grei ce se pr\u0103v\u0103leau peste
\nsicriul mamei \u0219i peste sacii cu osemintele tatei. \u00cen timp
\nce \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219am crucea de piatr\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103rutam fotografia
\ncelor doi, am sim\u021bit \u00een gur\u0103 fierea unei fiice orfane.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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