{"id":11731,"date":"2020-11-01T00:19:44","date_gmt":"2020-10-31T21:19:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11731"},"modified":"2020-11-01T00:19:44","modified_gmt":"2020-10-31T21:19:44","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-67-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11731","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 67 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nicolae MIHAI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

C\u00e2nt\u0103tor de sear\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een tihna amurgului
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103tor de sear\u0103
\ntrage dup\u0103 sine
\nbocetul umbrei
\nprivirile
\ndeparte uitate<\/p>\n

\u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103
\ncu t\u00e2nguirea bra\u0163elor
\ncea mai r\u0103mas
\ndin fream\u0103tul zilei
\npopulat cu plictiselile
\nspiritului bizar<\/p>\n


\nCu ochii holba\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een fa\u0163a \u00eensinguratului suflet
\n\u00eentunericul r\u0103m\u00e2ne cu ochii holba\u0163i<\/p>\n

p\u0103s\u0103ri nocturne \u00eel \u00eenso\u0163esc
\ndar zborul lor solitar se clatin\u0103
\nf\u0103r\u0103 glas
\nla marginea frun\u0163ii r\u0103v\u0103\u015fite
\ncum sunetele clopotului de sear\u0103
\n\u00een privirile triste<\/p>\n

nimeni nu pune \u00eentreb\u0103ri
\niar dinspre r\u0103s\u0103rit \u00een mincinoas\u0103 limb\u0103
\nse aude bucuria absen\u0163ei \u00een suflet
\nb\u0103l\u0103cindu-se<\/p>\n


\nDin retorica ploii<\/strong><\/p>\n

voi \u00eemprumuta din retorica ploii
\nr\u0103coarea scuturat\u0103 pe frunzele fr\u00e2nte
\nropotul stropilor asurzi\u0163i de mireasm\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n o poveste despre o lacrim\u0103
\n\u015fi o d\u00e2r\u0103 de soare iscat\u0103<\/p>\n

e un calm ce nu are timp s\u0103 ne mire
\n\u00eendeamn\u0103 la p\u00e2nd\u0103 m\u0103 face p\u0103rta\u015f
\nde alb \u015fi albastru risipit \u00een litanii
\n \u00een \u015foapt\u0103 tradus menit s\u0103 m\u0103 doar\u0103<\/p>\n

aceia\u015fi nori \u00een agonie huidui\u0163i
\ncu privirea
\n slug\u0103rind tonul ploii sonor
\nadun\u0103 sub geam r\u0103suflarea oprit\u0103 –
\nc\u00e2ntec gr\u0103bit de bun r\u0103mas<\/p>\n


\nF\u0103r\u0103 destina\u0163ie<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een forfota aripilor str\u0103vezii
\ngolul de aer deschide
\nferestre
\nne b\u00e2jb\u00e2ie chipul
\ncu murmurul lui<\/p>\n

(\u00een avion verbul
\na fi se pronun\u0163\u0103
\ncu sufletul la gur\u0103)<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen apropierea mor\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een lini\u015ftea aproape neclintit\u0103
\ncuvintele cad grele ca-ntr-o balt\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd arunci cu pietre<\/p>\n

aud la p\u00e2nd\u0103 lum\u00e2n\u0103ri aprinse
\ncu iz am\u0103gitor ce \u00eemping f\u0103r\u0103 un strig\u0103t
\nc\u0103tre moarte parfumul ploii crud<\/p>\n

\u00een c\u0103utarea g\u00e2ndului cel bun
\nochiul min\u0163ii \u00eempietrit nu \u015ftie
\ns\u0103 r\u0103spund\u0103 nu scoate un cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n


\n\u00centreb\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

ei, negustorii de cuvinte
\naruncau \u00een m\u0103r\u0103cini \u00eentreb\u0103rile
\nle declarau l\u0103ptuci \u015fi lep\u0103d\u0103ri
\nde \u015farpe
\npl\u0103smuite de neofi\u0163i ilu\u015ftri
\n\u015fi asta pentru c\u0103 tr\u0103dau minciuna
\n cu petale rupte vrednic\u0103 de mil\u0103
\ndus\u0103 mai departe
\n\u00een praful stelelor ce mor
\nf\u0103r\u0103 nici un punct de sprijin<\/p>\n


\nLa o bere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spune-mi, Doamne,
\nspune-mi mie,
\ncine-n rai
\nn-ar vrea s\u0103 fie
\n\u015fi s\u0103 stea,
\noric\u00e2t i-ar cere,
\ncu un \u00eenger la o bere.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 mai uite,
\n de se poate,
\nlumea cu-ale ei
\np\u0103cate
\nori de g\u00e2nduri,
\nbun\u0103oar\u0103,
\nmult de al\u0163ii s\u0103 nu-l doar\u0103. <\/p>\n

Via\u0163a-n rai e garantat\u0103 :
\nnu mori singur,
\nniciodat\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nLacrim\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

a apar\u0163inut dintotdeauna
\nunui dor surghiunit
\n\u00eengropat
\nla o clip\u0103 distan\u0163\u0103
\nde zbuciumul neostoit
\nal unui vis de iarn\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een h\u0103rm\u0103laia privirii
\ntremur\u0103 ag\u0103\u0163\u00e2ndu-se
\ndisperat\u0103
\ncu degetele oarbe
\nconvocate \u00een grab\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00eenghi\u0163it\u0103 pe furi\u015f
\nlas\u0103 un gol
\nc\u00e2t o a\u015fteptare fragil\u0103
\nce-\u015fi pierde cump\u0103tul \u2013
\nduh \u00eenr\u0103mat
\nnereclamat de nimeni<\/p>\n


\nZiua de vineri<\/strong><\/p>\n

tu por\u0163i \u00een bra\u0163ele
\nlarg deschise bucuria zilei
\nde vineri plin\u0103 cu p\u0103s\u0103ri
\n\u015fi ne\u00eencepute izvoare<\/p>\n

flori de liliac puse
\npe g\u00e2lceav\u0103 trag cu ochiul
\ndiscut\u0103 cu tine filozofie
\np\u00e2n\u0103 se plictisesc<\/p>\n

aplaud f\u0103r\u0103 nici o re\u0163inere
\num\u0103rul t\u0103u vinovat
\ndecis s\u0103 se spovedeasc\u0103<\/p>\n


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

Duminic\u0103, 3 noiembrie 2019, la \u00eenchiderea T\u00e2rgului de carte Foc\u0219ani, \u00een fa\u021ba unui public numeros, scriitoarea Rodica L\u0103z\u0103rescu, redactor la revista \u201eProSaeculum\u201d, \u0219i-a lansat volumele: \u201eSub semnul confesiunii\u201d \u0219i \u201eZigzag printre reviste\u201d.
\nC\u0103r\u021bile au fost prezentate de scriitorii Dumitru Ioan Denciu, Valeria Manta T\u0103icu\u021bu \u0219i Fevronia Spirescu.<\/p>\n

Valeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong><\/p>\n

*Rodica L\u0103z\u0103rescu, \u201eSub semnul confesiunii\u201d, Ed. SemnE, 2019<\/strong>
\n\"\"

C\u0103rturar distins, redactor la revista \u201eProSaeculum\u201d, autoare a numeroase lucr\u0103ri de istorie \u0219i critic\u0103 literar\u0103, dar \u0219i de beletristic\u0103, jurnale de c\u0103l\u0103torie \u0219.a.m.d., Rodica L\u0103z\u0103rescu a scos un volum intitulat \u201eSub semnul confesiunii\u201d. Deci nu interviu, nu dialog, fiindc\u0103, spune Domnia Sa pe man\u0219eta primei coperte, \u201easta a\u0219tept de la cel <> la dialog \u2013 o scotocire \u00een ad\u00e2ncul fiin\u021bei, acolo unde cu siguran\u021b\u0103 mai exist\u0103 g\u00e2nduri, amintiri, tr\u0103iri \u00eenc\u0103 nespuse\u2026 O dest\u0103inuire, un fel de a-\u021bi pune pe palme sufletul \u0219i a-\u021bi \u00eentinde bra\u021bele spre cel din fa\u021ba ta: <>.
\nProvoca\u021bi la confesiune sunt poe\u021bi, pictori, actori, \u00een general, arti\u0219ti cunoscu\u021bi, c\u0103rora li se d\u0103 posibilitatea s\u0103 intre pe o u\u0219\u0103 larg deschis\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 se confeseze firesc, de parc\u0103 ar fi fost invita\u021bi la un \u201efive o` clock tea\u201d de o gazd\u0103 rafinat\u0103, amabil\u0103, care nu pune \u00eentreb\u0103ri care s\u0103 st\u00e2njeneasc\u0103, ci \u00eentreb\u0103ri care s\u0103 stimuleze memoria \u0219i amintirile ascunse \u00een ea. \u00cei vom \u00eent\u00e2lni \u00een volum pe Nicolae B\u0103ciu\u021b, Dinu S\u0103raru, Alecu Ivan Ghilia, Nicolae Dan Fruntelat\u0103, Ion Brad, Constantin C\u0103lin, Eugen Simion, Constantin Cuble\u0219an, Vladimir G\u0103itan, Vladlen Babcine\u021bchi, pe Victoria Milescu \u0219i Paula Romanescu, pe George Corbu (Senior \u0219i Junior), pe Horia B\u0103descu\u2026 nume care spun ceva iubitorului de art\u0103, dar \u0219i cititorului obi\u0219nuit cu frecventarea libr\u0103riilor, a bibliotecilor, a s\u0103lilor de spectacol, a expozi\u021biilor.
\nCeea ce impresioneaz\u0103 la Rodica L\u0103z\u0103rescu este modul \u00een care se documenteaz\u0103 \u00eenainte de a \u00eentocmi o list\u0103 de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, intr\u00e2nd, cu empatie \u0219i bun-sim\u021b, \u00een universul personal creat de fiecare autor \u00een parte. \u0218i nici vorb\u0103 de judec\u0103\u021bi de valoare ori de etalarea orgolioas\u0103 a lecturilor aprofundate, ci de un demers aplicat de a cunoa\u0219te artistul prin raportare la ceea ce a creat \u0219i-a d\u0103ruit, de-a lungul carierei sale, celorlal\u021bi.
\n\u00centreb\u0103rile nu au nimic din stilul oarecum mecanic \u0219i superficial al gazetarilor actuali, mai aten\u021bi la punerea \u00een \u00eencurc\u0103tur\u0103 a intervieva\u021bilor, \u00een scopul ob\u021binerii unor dezv\u0103luiri, cum se spune cu un cli\u0219eu, \u201eincendiare\u201d; dimpotriv\u0103, Rodica L\u0103z\u0103rescu \u00ee\u0219i pune partenerii de dialog \u00eentr-o situa\u021bie confortabil\u0103, care s\u0103 le permit\u0103 s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 relaxa\u021bi despre lucruri serioase, uneori despre situa\u021bii dramatice prin care au trecut (vezi confesiunea lui Alecu Ivan Ghilia), despre raportul dintre art\u0103, creator \u0219i societate, despre valori, despre via\u021b\u0103, pur \u0219i simplu.
\nTonul se schimb\u0103 \u00een func\u021bie de interlocutor: c\u00e2nd vorbe\u0219te cu Nicolae B\u0103ciu\u021b, Rodica L\u0103z\u0103rescu are ceva din senin\u0103tatea, dar \u0219i din dinamismul scriitorului din T\u00e2rgu Mure\u0219, personalitate polivalent\u0103 a culturii noastre actuale; c\u00e2nd vorbe\u0219te cu Paula Romanescu, \u00eemprumut\u0103 ceva din lirismul autoarei, gata \u00eentotdeauna s\u0103 vad\u0103 lumea prin lentila deformatoare\/ transfiguratoare a poeziei; sau, c\u00e2nd vorbe\u0219te cu Dinu S\u0103raru, de exemplu, se las\u0103 cucerit\u0103 de stilul c\u00e2nd a\u0219ezat\/ sf\u0103tos, c\u00e2nd iute, pigmentat cu umor de bun\u0103 calitate, al scriitorului care \u00eentotdeauna s-a declarat oltean, \u00een ciuda bunicilor ardeleni sau bucovineni: \u201es-au stabilit la \u00eenceputul veacului al XVIII-lea \u00een Oltenia \u0219i-au devenit olteni \u0219i m\u0103 trag din olteni c\u00e2t am putut de mult\u2026\u201d (pag. 81).
\n\"\"


\nMarin MOSCU<\/strong>\"\"

Vindecare statornic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubirea-i boal\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103 t\u00e2rzie,
\nApare spontan, pe nepus\u0103 mas\u0103,
\nTe caut\u0103 \u00een flori \u015fi-n marea poezie,
\nPe furi\u015f adesea intr\u0103 \u015fi \u00een cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 speri c\u0103 vine din inim\u0103 t\u00e2rzie,
\n\u00cenvelit\u0103 \u00een tot ce-i mai duios,
\nVisul t\u0103u, o, visul, devine poezie.
\nSe vindec\u0103 statornic \u015fi frumos!<\/p>\n


\nDe-a-ndoaselea\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cerul \u015fi-a luat c\u0103ma\u015fa pe dos,
\nPlou\u0103 cu lacrimi din barb\u0103 spre ochi,
\nErele se ascund \u00een clipele noastre,
\nBabele sunt desc\u00e2ntate de deochi.<\/p>\n

Comorile stau \u00een calea s\u0103racului,
\nSe cump\u0103r\u0103 prostia din v\u00e2ltori,
\nRufele spal\u0103 inclusiv izvoarele
\n\u015ei le usuc\u0103 \u00eentinse pe falnice flori.<\/p>\n

Copiii cresc p\u0103rin\u0163ii \u00een leag\u0103ne noi,
\nBiserica s-a\u015faz\u0103 de-a-ndoaselea dreapt\u0103,
\nPlec\u0103m din iubiri cu s\u0103ruturi uscate,
\nLumea se crede \u00een vis mai de\u015fteapt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Lua\u0163i-v\u0103 c\u0103m\u0103\u015file \u015fi hainele pe dos,
\nMerge\u0163i la sp\u0103l\u0103toriile de via\u0163\u0103,
\nLacrimile vor curge din ochi c\u0103tre barb\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd babele fi-vor stalactite de ghea\u0163\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nSchimbul de priviri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Schimbul de priviri a fost mitraliat
\nDe corpul de gard\u0103 al inimii noastre,
\nHematiile s-au f\u0103cut flori \u015fi au \u0163intuit
\n Iubirea cu credin\u0163\u0103 \u00een crucile albastre.<\/p>\n

Furtunos te-am prins la pieptu-mi
\n\u015ei te-ai l\u0103sat p\u0103truns\u0103 de visare,
\nTe-ai \u00eemp\u0103unat cu \u015fic \u00een gesturi,
\nMiroseai ca teii plini de floare.<\/p>\n

Soarele \u00een cer ascuns a fost de-aripi,
\nCurcubeiele puneau culori liant,
\n\u00cen existen\u0163a corpului de gard\u0103
\nIubirea te-a atras \u015fi te-a mitraliat!<\/p>\n


\nTrezirea din vis<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un m\u0103r domnesc plute\u015fte c\u0103tre ro\u015fu aprins,
\nUn copil suge din uger dulcea\u0163a de vis.
\nDomnul schimb\u0103 scutecul c\u00e2mpului tomnatic,
\nCerul pres\u0103rat cu p\u0103s\u0103ri devine romantic.<\/p>\n

Luna s-a\u015faz\u0103 \u00een coarne m\u0103re\u0163e de cerb,
\n\u00cen cad\u0103 mirific strugurii boabele-\u015fi fierb,
\nIubirea ascunde sub s\u0103lcii pletele lungi,
\nInima tresar\u0103 \u00een s\u0103ruturi din clipe prelungi.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eenec \u00een fericirea plonjat\u0103 printre ramuri
\nSub steaua polar\u0103 vizitat\u0103 de stelele neamuri,
\nZ\u0103b\u0103uc mai caut pe-ascuns la tine-n bluz\u0103
\nM\u0103rul domnesc mu\u015fcat de buburuz\u0103.<\/p>\n

M\u00e2na \u00eemi prinzi, t\u00e2njesc la am\u00e2ndou\u0103,
\nPe frunte \u00eemi apar broboanele de rou\u0103,
\nTu \u00eentorci cerul \u00een ochi de c\u0103prioare,
\n\u00cen jurul nostru pasc doar razele de soare.<\/p>\n

Un m\u0103r domnesc gustat este de via\u0163\u0103,
\nM\u0103 trezesc din vis \u00een prag de diminea\u0163\u0103,
\nSuntem al\u0103turi \u015fi ne sorbim cafeaua,
\nPe poart\u0103 intr\u0103 iarna a\u0163\u00e2\u0163\u00e2nd c\u0103\u0163eaua!<\/p>\n


\nE cruce grea iubirea noastr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cruce grea este iubirea,
\nA spus Boris Pasternak,
\nDe c\u00e2nd iubesc mi-e comod
\nS\u0103 te s\u0103rut, apoi s\u0103 tac.<\/p>\n

\u015ei dac\u0103 vrei la \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime
\nS\u0103 fie dragostea \u00een nori,
\nUrc\u0103m podi\u015furile de munte,
\nTu, floare, d\u0103ruindu-mi flori.<\/p>\n

La mare mergem, un` se vede
\nTot orizontul pe un val
\n\u015ei soarele ce se \u00eeneac\u0103
\nPierz\u00e2nd c\u0103p\u0103strul de la cal.<\/p>\n

E cruce grea iubirea noastr\u0103,
\nSe vrea purtat\u0103-n larga lume,
\nAm fost, iubire, unde-ai vrut,
\nSf\u00e2r\u015find pe-o umbra f\u0103r\u0103 nume!<\/p>\n


\nMiruna MURE\u0218AN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

POEME<\/strong>
\n
\nc\u00e2nd s\u00e2mburi de lini\u0219te vestesc dep\u0103rtarea<\/strong>
\nm\u0103rturisind un timp care tresare \u00een somn<\/p>\n

un munte se aude strigat de cel care-l urc\u0103<\/p>\n

ascuns \u00een imagina\u021bia nostalgic\u0103 a lumii<\/p>\n

\u00een cortul sumar al ispitelor ei<\/p>\n

p\u0103r\u00e2nd c\u0103 \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 lege ve\u0219nicia
\nde carnea uscat\u0103 a propriei inimi
\npe care-o m\u0103soar\u0103-n secunde \u0219i-o vinde luminii<\/p>\n

care tresare \u00een somn sub mantia celuilalt veac
\nunde alt munte se aude strigat de cel care-l urc\u0103<\/p>\n

dezmierd\u00e2nd cu privirea golul sticlos dintre umbre<\/p>\n

printr-o oglind\u0103 de fum vestind dep\u0103rtarea<\/p>\n

cu o elegan\u021b\u0103 mimetic\u0103 multiplic\u00e2nd un drum
\ndinspre cortul sumar al ispitelor lumii
\nprin carnea uscat\u0103 a memoriei ei<\/p>\n

pe care-o m\u0103soar\u0103-n secunde \u0219i-o vinde luminii<\/p>\n


\narunc\u00e2nd sor\u021bi \u00eentr-un potir ceresc<\/strong>
\nprin (ne)somnul unui ochi precum o relicv\u0103
\ntimpul pare un ecou al lacrimii lumii<\/p>\n

o r\u0103scruce-a luminii cu ve\u0219m\u00e2nt vulnerabil<\/p>\n

un spa\u021biu-al \u00eendoielii plin parc\u0103 de semne<\/p>\n

\u00een care Dumnezeu scrie \u00een locul meu poeme
\npref\u0103c\u00e2nd a\u0219teptarea \u00eentr-o v\u00e2n\u0103toare de umbre<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o absen\u021b\u0103 care-mi uit\u0103 la plecare chipul
\npentru c\u0103 via\u021ba se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103-ntotdeauna \u2013n alt\u0103 parte<\/p>\n

arz\u00e2nd cum \u00eentr-un foc \u00een care \u0219erpii clipei
\nse ghemuiesc cu timpul \u0219i t\u0103cerea la un loc<\/p>\n

\u00een (ne)somnul unui ochi precum o relicv\u0103
\ncare arunc\u0103 sor\u021bi \u00eentr-un potir ceresc<\/p>\n

ca eu s\u0103 scriu \u00een locul lui Dumnezeu poeme
\neterne precum visul nostalgiei din clepsidr\u0103<\/p>\n

av\u00e2nd contur mult mai subtil ca timpul \u0219i t\u0103cerea la un loc
\n\u0219i mai (in)coherent ca mierea aspr\u0103 a v\u0103z-duhului
\nars\u0103-ntr-un foc ceresc \u00een care \u0219erpii clipei
\nse ghemuiesc pe r\u00e2nd \u00een spa\u021biul \u00eendoielii mele<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 ca nimeni s\u0103 \u00eei cheme<\/p>\n

f\u0103c\u00e2nd din fiecare clip\u0103 o plecare
\nplin\u0103 de semne calme de mirare<\/p>\n


\nmoartea nu e frumoas\u0103 dar nici ur\u00e2t\u0103 nu e<\/strong>
\nav\u00e2nd forma seduc\u0103toare a unui timp \u00eentotdeauna trecut
\ncare jertfe\u0219te culorile \u00een jocul lor cu focul
\npe trupul fecioarelor \u00eenve\u0219m\u00e2ntat \u00een anonime glorii de
\n fum<\/p>\n

sub cearc\u0103nul metaforei ne\u00eentrupate<\/p>\n

la locul unde singur\u0103tatea inimii lor
\npare-un r\u0103gaz \u00eentre duminic\u0103 \u0219i oricare zi<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd la viorile cenu\u0219ii ale cerului<\/p>\n

str\u0103lucind de febra a\u0219tept\u0103rii Mirelui
\nprintr-un hazard al nun\u021bii cu lumina<\/p>\n

cum laitmotiv st\u0103ruitor \u0219i vulnerabil
\nal mor\u021bii care nu e frumoas\u0103 dar nici ur\u00e2t\u0103 nu e<\/p>\n

jertfind culorile \u00een jocul lor cu focul
\n\u00een pia\u021ba lumii plin\u0103 de fantasme<\/p>\n

pe o podea fragil\u0103 de amintiri \u0219i basme<\/p>\n

ca via\u021ba s\u0103-\u0219i primeasc\u0103 partea ei de vis
\n\u00eenve\u0219m\u00e2nt\u00e2nd fecioarele \u00een voluptate <\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un \u021binut halucinant \u0219i imprecis
\nsub cearc\u0103nul metaforei ne\u00eentrupate<\/p>\n


\n\u00eentre ferestrele lumii care ies mereu mai pu\u021bine<\/strong>
\nlumina din firul de iarb\u0103 se jertfe\u0219te pe sine<\/p>\n

\u00eempletind din ascez\u0103 podoabe<\/p>\n

amintindu-\u0219i c\u0103 cerul ar putea s-o aud\u0103
\ncum dintr-o terra incognita a t\u0103cerilor ultime<\/p>\n

vibr\u00e2nd a \u00eenserare \u0219i-a vremelnicie
\n\u00een numele timpului orb care se de\u0219ir\u0103-ntre timp<\/p>\n

hr\u0103nind un corb cu urme de lini\u0219te aproape retorice
\nprintre vitralii de nori la ceasuri de cump\u0103n\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentre ferestrele lumii care ies mereu mai pu\u021bine<\/p>\n

printre utopice g\u00e2nduri din care nimic nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u00e2t lumina \u00eemplete\u0219te mai departe din ascez\u0103 podoabe
\n\u00eenve\u0219m\u00e2ntat\u0103 \u00een fo\u0219netul impalpabil al v\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

amintindu-\u0219i c\u0103 cerul ar putea s-o aud\u0103
\nprin firul de iarb\u0103 ce pare-a o jertfi
\ncum \u00eentr-o terra incognita a t\u0103cerilor ultime<\/p>\n

hr\u0103nind c\u00e2te un corb \u00een fiecare zi<\/p>\n


\ntimpul p\u0103rea c\u0103 ne a\u0219teapt\u0103 la moartea unui val<\/strong>
\npe-o mare cum un turn orizontal
\ns\u0103 ne \u00eenve\u021be t\u0103cerea ve\u0219niciei ascuns\u0103 \u00een chiliile luminii<\/p>\n

noi neput\u00e2nd nega o fericire-a m\u0103rii
\nmi\u0219cam \u00eencet doar umbra ei pe lespezi reci<\/p>\n

\u00een armonie cu alt timp capricios s\u0103lbatic
\ncare sim\u021bind \u00eentoarcerea \u00een vis putea p\u0103rea nostalgic<\/p>\n

curg\u00e2nd precum un ornament pe valul indecis
\npe care nu-l vedeam dintre chiliile luminii<\/p>\n

acolo unde ne ad\u0103posteam
\nprin fericita armonie-a valurilor reci
\ncum lespezi mi\u0219c\u0103toare de care ne loveam<\/p>\n

sfid\u00e2nd orice iluzie a ve\u0219niciei
\nc\u0103 ar putea r\u0103m\u00e2ne anonim\u0103<\/p>\n

lipsit\u0103 de culoarea unui timp fl\u0103m\u00e2nd
\ndin care noi plecasem \u00eentre timp<\/p>\n

mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-ne printre secunde f\u0103r\u0103 umbr\u0103
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-l doar pe Dumnezeu \u00een propria (ne)umbr\u0103<\/p>\n

aproape sublimat de marea din memorie
\ncare-L striga \u00eentruna pe numele S\u0103u mic<\/p>\n

sfid\u00e2nd orice iluzie a ve\u0219niciei
\n\u0219i-a valului mirat aproape de nimic<\/p>\n

din care noi plecaser\u0103m lovindu-ne de mal
\ns\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m t\u0103cerea ve\u0219niciei ascuns\u0103 \u00een chiliile luminii
\ncare \u00een armonie cu un timp capricios s\u0103lbatic
\nne tot striga pe-un nume ireal<\/p>\n

( Din volumul \u00een preg\u0103tire, \u201eTimpul nostalgiei. Poeme pentru M\u201d)<\/p>\n


\nPetrache PLOPEANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

*
\nMi-am luat o inim\u0103 \u00een leasing,
\nde la sirena ce-nv\u00e2rtea big-bangul:
\nalege-\u021bi c\u00e2te vrei, mi-a c\u00e2ntat hangul,
\nle iei acum, nu vei pl\u0103ti nicic\u00e2nd
\n(\u00eenving\u0103tor, mi-am spus, din nou o s\u0103 \u00eenving)!<\/p>\n

\u2026Dar ai o datorie,
\nea mi-a mai spus, \u00eenot\u00e2nd
\nprin mul\u021bumirea mea ca printr-o ap\u0103 vie:
\nva trebui s\u0103 fii perpetuu fericit,
\naltfel, \u021bi-o iau n\u2019apoi \u0219i cu dob\u00e2nd\u0103 mare.<\/p>\n

Era un timp acela, c\u00e2nd eu credeam, se pare,
\nc\u0103 \u00eemi sunt necesar \u0219i-aceasta implicit,
\n\u0219i chiar suficient, acolo-n mu\u0219uroi.<\/p>\n

Am fost, secund\u0103, p\u0103relnic\u0103 schimbare,
\nm-am contopit cu erele \u00een roi,
\neram convins de ve\u0219nica l\u0103ut\u0103,
\nc\u0103-mi bate-n piept o galaxie-ntreag\u0103!<\/p>\n

Acum, sirena ce c\u00e2nta e mut\u0103
\n\u0219i nici m\u0103car nu neag\u0103:
\nurechile mi-s pline cu note sf\u0103r\u00e2mate,
\nmul\u021bi vin s\u0103 le pl\u0103tesc \u0219i m\u0103 lovesc \u00een spate.
\n\u2026Dar \u00eenapoi, ce inim\u0103 voi da
\n\u0219i cum \u00eemi voi pl\u0103ti dob\u00e2nda?<\/p>\n

[S\u0103 fim mai veseli, frica s\u0103 ne-o stingem]<\/p>\n

Glumesc, cu inima la ceas de sear\u0103,
\nseme\u021b, distrez nemuritoare muze;
\ndac\u0103 \u0219i-acestea, pot s\u0103 m\u0103 amuze
\nla r\u00e2ndul lor, cu vorba ca de cear\u0103,
\natunci poema-i dulce \u0219i sprin\u021bar\u0103.
\nDanseaz\u0103 \u00een lumina prefirat\u0103
\n\u0219i formele-i dorite \u0219i le-arat\u0103
\ndoar celor ce esen\u021ba le-nv\u0103\u021bar\u0103
\n\u0219i pot, cu ochiul lor ascuns \u00een frunte,
\ns\u0103 vad\u0103 clar ce-i nev\u0103zut \u00een lume,
\nde-i sub atom sau dac\u0103-i peste munte.
\nS\u0103 fim mai veseli, frica s\u0103 ne-o stingem
\n\u0219i s\u0103 tr\u0103im mereu tot pu\u0219i pe glume,
\na\u0219a, umanitatea ne-o atingem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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