{"id":11490,"date":"2020-10-21T12:48:22","date_gmt":"2020-10-21T09:48:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11490"},"modified":"2020-10-21T12:48:22","modified_gmt":"2020-10-21T09:48:22","slug":"literadura-nr-13-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11490","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 13 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Corina DA\u0218OVEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Volume de poezii:
\n\u00eemi iau pantofii, sufletul, rujul, dispar<\/em>,
\neditura Rafet, 2017
\nantifericire cu aripi<\/em>, editura Eurostampa,
\n2018,
\ns\u00e2nge-m\u0103 <\/em>– volum \u00een lucru<\/p>\n

****
\nse al\u0103pta ziua,
\nfrigul
\nne spoia oasele aranjate \u00een pozi\u021bie g\u00e2nditoare
\nc\u00e2nd m-a \u00eentrebat
\nce \u00een\u0103l\u021bime are p\u0103rul meu alb
\npentru c\u0103 nicio diminea\u021b\u0103 a h\u00e2rtiei
\nnu-i poate piept\u0103na
\npovestea tuns\u0103 extrem de scurt
\n\u0219i de \u00een alt\u0103 parte.<\/p>\n

nu i-am r\u0103spuns,
\nam intrat \u00een genunchiul lui
\ns\u0103-l trec strada spre carnea mea
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la gustul s\u0103rii,
\nel e un orb cardinal
\nf\u0103r\u0103 act \u00een fiin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi trecea fl\u0103m\u00e2nd
\nmirosul de la o brut\u0103rie,
\ncred c\u0103
\nne crescuse fiec\u0103ruia al unsprezecelea deget
\npentru c\u0103 ne \u021bineam cumva
\nunul de altul
\n\u0219i mu\u0219cam
\ndin aerul \u0103la de p\u00e2ine proasp\u0103t\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0219i brusc ne-am iubit l\u00e2ng\u0103 o foame.<\/p>\n

am \u00eenchis strada la buzunare,
\nauzeam prea tare
\ncum ne calc\u0103 umbrele
\nni\u0219te c\u00e2ini kgb-i\u0219ti cu labele lor cer\u0219etoare
\nde am\u0103nunte
\n\u0219i-apoi
\ncred c\u0103 am fugit \u00een perimetrul unuia dintre
\nnoi,
\ne indecis\u0103 loca\u021bia dragostei
\npentru c\u0103 mergem pe biciclete
\n\u00eentre propriet\u0103\u021bile noastre
\nde inim\u0103.
\nza \u00een za,
\nnu suntem aici,
\ncam at\u00e2t sau ceva asem\u0103n\u0103tor.<\/p>\n


\ndespre deja da<\/strong><\/p>\n

poemul \u0103sta
\ne la fel cum \u00ee\u0219i iubesc b\u0103rba\u021bii
\nfemeile pe care nu le mai iubesc,
\nscris cu m\u00e2na
\ncare \u00eel tr\u0103deaz\u0103 deja cu alt poem,
\nmereu acel poem
\ncu care ar fi\/e de 4 ori mai \u00eenalt\u0103.<\/p>\n

de fapt e un mut semiotic,
\nun fel de text aisberg,
\ncea mai mare parte din dragoste
\nnu se vede,
\ne \u00eentr-un frig
\nsau \u00eentr-un m\u00e2ine de ad\u00e2ncime.<\/p>\n

m\u0103 nepotrivesc acestui poem,
\nurmeaz\u0103 punctul –
\nca un espresso scurt, tare,
\ne nevoie de anxietate \u00een manuscris
\n\u0219i de un \u00eenainte punct.<\/p>\n

scriu \u00een nou,
\ndin nou,
\ndezarticulez poetica imanent\u0103,
\nv\u0103d
\n\u00eenalt
\ncum m\u00e2na mea
\niube\u0219te
\nacest alt deja.<\/p>\n


\nLUMINI\u021aA POT\u00ceRNICHE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

N\u0103scut\u0103 la 22 iunie 1962, Gala\u021bi.
\nActivitate literar\u0103 \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu 1980,
\nCenaclul \u201e\u0218tefan Petic\u0103\u201d, Gala\u021bi
\nCenaclul \u201eNoduri \u0219i semne\u201d, Gala\u021bi.
\nVolume publicate,:
\nDumitru Chicu\u0219 30<\/em>‘, Vinea, 2015
\nO poveste visat\u0103 din dou\u0103 unghiuri diferite<\/em>,
\nEikon, 2016
\nBu-hu-hu din noaptea iubirilor moarte<\/em>,
\nVinea, 2016
\nDespre zboruri c\u0103z\u00e2nd, Grinta<\/em>, 2017
\nR\u0103zboiul de mar\u021bi<\/em>, Vinea, 2018<\/p>\n

* * *
\npe vremuri mama fr\u0103m\u00e2nta z\u0103pezile astea,
\ntata le t\u0103ia b\u0103rb\u0103te\u0219te cu lopata \u00een buc\u0103\u021bi
\negale,
\nc\u00e2te una pentru fiecare, s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la to\u021bi
\napa, lumina, hrana, puritatea.
\nat\u00e2\u021bi am fost \u00een jurul mesei, at\u00e2\u021bi am fost,
\ncine a r\u0103mas ultimul spal\u0103 \u0219i acum blidele
\nvie\u021bii
\n\u0219i le \u00eentoarce cum au fost, cu gura \u00een jos,
\nca s\u0103 se scurg\u0103 vreo ve\u0219nicie urmele.<\/p>\n


\nghetou de c\u00e2ine…<\/strong><\/p>\n

stau \u00eentr-un ghetou de c\u00e2ine r\u0103u,
\noamenii arunc\u0103 \u00een mine cu p\u00e2ine,
\nmerindele mor\u021bii sunt mereu amare,
\nco\u0219urile bocitoarelor pline.
\nindispensabil doar aerul care se preface-n
\ncuvinte,
\ne pe terminate.<\/p>\n

dintr-o del\u0103sare de spirit
\nsau dintr-o perpetu\u0103 murd\u0103rire,
\ncompulsiv \u00eemi sp\u0103l p\u0103rul,
\nulciorul care nu merge de multe ori,
\n\u00eel completez cu nisip,
\n\u00eel zg\u00e2rii cu buza mea mereu fierbinte.
\nnu ajunge la mine, m\u0103 minte
\nc\u0103 s-a ciobit
\npreaplinul \u00een umplere.
\nstau \u00eentr-un ghetou de c\u00e2ine r\u0103u
\n\u0219i nu m\u0103-nv\u0103\u021b minte.
\nm\u0103 mu\u0219c pe din\u0103untru \u0219i strig
\nsau poate latru.
\nun hingher nebun sau poate un idolatru
\nciudat \u00eemi ia urma.<\/p>\n

mie nu-mi pare nici una
\nc\u0103 m-ar mai duce undeva.
\nzidurile s-au \u00eenchis ca un bot.
\nincinta aceast\u0103 e tot ce conteaz\u0103.
\nfrica aceasta t\u0103rcat\u0103 \u00eendelung saliveaz\u0103.
\ne o bal\u0103 peste tot.<\/p>\n


\nsepara\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n

te-am privit \u0219i toate ce\u0219tile de cafea b\u0103ute-mpreun\u0103
\ns-au f\u0103cut reci.
\n\u0219i toate \u021big\u0103rile, scrum de zori,
\ndegete-oase \u00eeng\u0103lbenite de nicotin\u0103,
\njerb\u0103, floarea de nunt\u0103.
\npe-o nicoval\u0103, greiere mort c\u00e2nt\u0103 la al\u0103ut\u0103,
\ncioc, cioc, primi\u021bi cu eroarea cea f\u0103r\u0103 de
\nuitare,
\nprimi\u021bi cu saltul \u00eenapoi.
\npas de doi, niciodat\u0103 \u00eenainte,
\npietre artificial \u00eenc\u0103lzite, stinse sub talp\u0103.
\nmemorii nea\u0219ezate, ochii din morminte
\nde deprimare pl\u00e2ng.
\nte-am mai privit o dat\u0103 \u0219i mi-a ajuns
\naerul p\u00e2n\u0103 la g\u00e2t.
\ng\u00e2tul meu sub\u021bire ca o sabie \u00eencovoiat\u0103
\na t\u0103iat satura\u021bia precis, f\u0103r\u0103 durere.
\nfiecare cu lumea lui piere,
\ndes\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it de singur, absolut.<\/p>\n


\nDaniela GUZU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Volum, O alt\u0103 duminic\u0103<\/em>, Editura \u201eeCreator”,
\nBaia Mare, colec\u021bia Debut, dec. 2018<\/p>\n

c\u00e2ntec str\u0103in<\/strong><\/p>\n

inima mea te stinge \u00eencet
\nfl\u0103c\u0103ri domoale carnea luminii i-o mu\u0219c\u0103
\nochiul \u00eemi e p\u00e2nz\u0103 mut\u0103 pe un t\u00e2rziu \u0219evalet
\namprentat continuu de trecerea lumii
\nobscur\u0103<\/p>\n

n-ai s\u0103 m\u0103 mai \u0219tii
\nde\u0219i ai s\u0103 vii at\u00e2t de aproape
\nvei c\u0103uta \u00een ochi s\u0103 m\u0103 prive\u0219ti
\ndar de acolo nu vor izvor\u00ee dec\u00e2t z\u0103pezi de
\nlumin\u0103
\n\u00eenfierb\u00e2ntate<\/p>\n

m\u0103 vei striga
\ndar ce surd\u0103 \u00eemi va fi diminea\u021ba
\nvei irosi vocale sonore
\npe care \u00een aripi le vei preface
\nporumbeilor voiajori destina\u021bi
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 afle<\/p>\n

n-ai s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi
\npotcoave de aer respira\u021bia vie
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n r\u0103runchi de-amintiri o vor \u00eengropa
\neu voi fi tot mai departe
\ndeparte
\naici
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 inima ta<\/p>\n

te-am iubit<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai cau\u021bi<\/p>\n

cercuri<\/p>\n

cercuri fierbin\u021bi \u00eemi \u021bintuiesc umerii
\nm\u00e2inile mele desprinse de trup
\nalunec\u0103 prin porii dimine\u021bii
\nnimeni nu le mai vede degetele
\nnici pigmentul care le face fl\u0103m\u00e2nde de tine
\nsunt un trup f\u0103r\u0103 puncte de sprijin
\nplecat tot timpul
\ns\u0103 te caute…<\/p>\n


\nmai aproape de<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103lbatici \u0219i verzi intrau prin fereastra s\u00e2ngelui
\nla mine \u00een trup
\ncaii dimine\u021bii
\n\u00eemi n\u0103v\u0103leau pieptul
\n\u00eemi inundau vederea
\n\u00eemi desperecheau temerile
\n\u00ee\u0219i \u00eenfigeau \u00een paji\u0219tea t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 a speran\u021bei
\ncopitele
\n\u0219i-mi alergau p\u00e2n\u0103 dincolo de inima ta
\nbra\u021bele fl\u0103m\u00e2nde de \u00eemperechere<\/p>\n

aici
\n\u00een rana f\u0103r\u0103 de ecou a singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii
\n\u00ee\u0219i ad\u0103pau zborul
\npre\u021b de o clip\u0103
\napoi
\nm\u0103 mu\u0219cau cu din\u021bii lor puternici
\nde p\u00e2ntec
\ns\u0103 te nasc
\n\u00een fiecare zi<\/p>\n

mai aproape de
\nvia\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

interior cu m\u0103nu\u0219i
\npl\u00e2ngem t\u00e2rziu
\ndezgolim sternul p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd carnea cuvintelor
\nmiroase a noapte
\nl\u0103s\u0103m p\u0103m\u00e2ntul cu fluturi s\u0103 ne \u00eenghit\u0103 sarea
\napoi ne arunc\u0103m con\u0219tient \u00een lama steril\u0103 a
\nsingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii
\n\u0219i ne a\u0219tept\u0103m cumin\u021bi
\nfoamea<\/p>\n


\nMarilena APOSTU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

(Data na\u0219terii 22 iunie 1969) municipiul
\nGala\u021bi.
\nAmalia Rodian – pseudonim literar
\nProfesor documentarist, Gala\u021bi.
\nA publicat \u00een revistele: Arge\u0219, Ramuri,
\nClimate Literare, Meandre, Caligraf,
\nFereastra, Ecouri Literare, Omniscop, Onix,
\nCetatea Cultural\u0103.
\nC\u0103r\u0163i de poezie publicate:
\nCheam\u0103-m\u0103 pe vechiul meu nume<\/em> (editura
\nSemne, Bucure\u0219ti, 2019)<\/p>\n


\nNumai nop\u0163i nedormite<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aici \u00eentre aceste ziduri am fost ferici\u0163i
\nzidurile sunt tot aici tu e\u015fti foarte departe
\nziua a murit de mult \u00een zarz\u0103rul din dreptul
\nferestrei
\nm\u0103 ghemuiesc \u00een pat \u015fi m\u0103 tot g\u00e2ndesc la tine
\naerul din \u00eenc\u0103pere crap\u0103 de dor
\n\u015fi \u00een jurul meu risipite pe jos
\nnumai nop\u0163i nedormite
\ndiminea\u0163a deschid larg fereastra
\nrespira\u0163ia mi se umple de frezii
\nchipul t\u0103u m\u0103 dezleag\u0103
\nde albele nop\u0163i
\nca s\u0103 pot tr\u0103i ai apropiat soarele<\/p>\n


\nSomnul t\u0103u e ca o p\u0103dure nins\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cuvintele tale m\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103
\no ploaie uitat\u0103 pe piele a adormit
\nde c\u00e2nd ai plecat r\u0103s\u0103ritul \u00eemi str\u00e2nge um\u0103rul
\ntrist
\ngre\u0219eli \u0219i tablouri l\u0103sate \u00een a\u0219tept\u0103ri
\nadun\u0103 c\u00e2ntece \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nite
\nmoartea r\u00e2de \u00een hohote
\nc\u00e2nd deseneaz\u0103 nebuni ce s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103 \u00een
\nvr\u0103bii
\nsomnul t\u0103u e ca o p\u0103dure nins\u0103<\/p>\n


\nTriste\u0163ea deseneaz\u0103 flori de zarz\u0103r<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sear\u0103 de sear\u0103
\ntriste\u021bea deseneaz\u0103 flori de zarz\u0103r
\n\u00een aceast\u0103 iarn\u0103 ce nu iese la num\u0103r
\ndoar Dun\u0103rea mai are amintiri putrede
\ncu nop\u021bi ocupate s\u0103 spele nep\u0103sarea din pete
\nai plecat ca o umbr\u0103 mai trist\u0103 ca tine
\nnem\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103 de ninsoare
\nacum p\u0103\u0219esc \u00een c\u0103utarea ta
\ng\u00e2ndurile nu se mai potrivesc
\ncrengi de tei construiesc sigilii
\npentru minutele ce trec
\nm\u0103 pedepsesc cu acela\u0219i prezent adormit
\n\u00een raiul din cear\u0103 \u00eenchipuit<\/p>\n


\nAzi am ales s\u0103 fiu femeie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi am ales s\u0103 fiu femeie
\ns\u0103 miros a lapte, a m\u0103r \u0219i a moarte
\ns\u0103 fiu o coast\u0103 nerostit\u0103 ca un p\u0103cat
\nsup\u0103rarea t\u0103cut\u0103 locuie\u0219te cu un etaj mai jos
\nascult cum o alt\u0103 femeie
\n\u021bine luna legat\u0103 de un s\u00e2n
\nprintre cearceafuri
\np\u00e2ntecul ei e o p\u00e2nz\u0103 nepictat\u0103
\nde-a lungul r\u0103bd\u0103rii
\nascult cum cere un cer
\npentru p\u0103s\u0103rile ce nu-\u0219i uit\u0103 zborul
\nc\u00e2nd iarna a trecut de glezne<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd secunde \u00eencap perfect \u00een
\nalbastru<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prive\u0219te cum moare pe st\u00e2nci amurgul
\n\u0219i pl\u00e2nge ca o femeie
\ncol\u021burile lui sunt neb\u0103gate \u00een seam\u0103
\nacum sunt p\u0103tate de singur\u0103tate
\nlini\u0219tea are m\u00e2inile triste
\nlebedele albe vor adormi
\nprin asfin\u021bitul ce-a p\u0103r\u0103sit ora\u0219ul cu poeme
\nnerostite
\ncu tres\u0103riri \u0219i a\u0219tept\u0103ri
\nc\u0103ptu\u0219eala i se umple cu pove\u0219ti de la Dun\u0103re
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd secunde \u00eencap perfect \u00een albastru<\/p>\n


\nLiliana Popa<\/strong>
\n\"\"

moartea lebedei nu a existat<\/strong><\/p>\n

moartea lebedei nu a existat
\na existat doar un compozitor \u0219i c\u00eentecul lui
\nun violoncel \u0219i un arcu\u0219
\ndar mai ales un artist
\ncare tot umbl\u0103 prin lume
\nnoaptea se opre\u0219te pe o st\u00eenc\u0103
\n\u00een calea celor \u0219apte v\u00eenturi<\/p>\n

c\u00eentecul lui se aude peste p\u0103m\u00eent \u0219i ape
\niar diminea\u021ba
\nC\u00eend Dumnezeu se treze\u0219te din somn
\n\u00cel ascult\u0103<\/p>\n

eu \u00eel s\u0103rut
\n\u0219i mai plutesc o vreme<\/p>\n


\nsecol de singur\u0103tate<\/strong><\/p>\n

mantia fumeg\u00eend\u0103 a v\u00eentului
\narip\u0103 prins\u0103 pe um\u0103rul serii
\nadun\u0103 frunzele ce albesc
\ncu timpul,
\ncu secolul de singur\u0103tate,
\ncu moartea,
\ncu via\u021ba.
\nperegrinul anonim
\nare mereu rezervat ultimul vals
\n\u0219i umbra str\u0103vezie a ce\u021bii.
\ntrei frunze mi s-au prins \u00een p\u0103r
\ndou\u0103 mi s-au a\u0219ezat \u00een palme
\n\u0219i sub petecul meu de cer
\nvom dep\u0103na fiecare poveste
\npe care o voi scrie cu degetul
\npe geamul ferestrei,
\npentru alt veac.<\/p>\n


\nCeasul aruncat pe fereastr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

am dat timpul mai departe
\ncu o or\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu \u0219tiu c\u0103 \u0219tii
\nce \u0219tiai c\u0103 \u0219tiu,
\nbasmul imoral
\nfuga de iad
\nu\u0219a de cristal
\nneterminatul bal.
\nceasul aruncat pe fereastr\u0103
\n\u00eemi mai tic\u0103ie \u00een piept
\nchiria\u0219 pentru un timp<\/p>\n


\n\u015eeherezada<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare sear\u0103 \u0163i-am spus c\u00e2te o poveste
\nShahryar
\nstelele aveau voaluri \u0219i \u0219alvari de m\u0103tase
\n\u0219i tremurau la fiecare \u0219oapt\u0103
\nte-am purtat spre nem\u0103rginirile lumii
\n\u0219i suflet t\u0103u a prins culoarea cerului.
\nam alunecat pe fl\u0103c\u0103ri
\n\u00een cioburi de nop\u0163i ascu\u0163ite de lun\u0103.
\n\u021bi-am adus \u00een palme vinul
\nstrugurilor nestor\u015fi
\n\u00eentre dou\u0103 nop\u021bi
\nstelele s-au sinucis
\nShahryar
\n\u00ee\u0163i r\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte umbra mai jos de cer
\nprintre pietre de r\u00e2u…<\/p>\n


\nr\u0103scrucea de g\u00e2nduri<\/strong><\/p>\n

la fiecare r\u0103scruce
\no t\u0103cere c\u00eet o mirare
\nm\u0103 \u00eenstr\u0103ineaz\u0103
\ncum fream\u0103t\u0103 p\u0103durea….
\n\u0219i degetele viorii
\nprea multe \u00eentreb\u0103ri
\nuitate pe frunzele rourate
\n\u0219i pentru c\u0103 azi mi-am vopsit
\np\u0103rul \u015fi ochii
\ncu verdele frunzelor
\nvoi pl\u0103ti alt\u0103 vam\u0103
\naici
\n\u00een p\u0103durea cu n\u0103prasnic \u015fi fragi
\nla r\u0103scruce de g\u00e2nduri
\nPoezie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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