{"id":11856,"date":"2020-11-07T23:56:15","date_gmt":"2020-11-07T20:56:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11856"},"modified":"2020-11-07T23:56:15","modified_gmt":"2020-11-07T20:56:15","slug":"literadur-nr-11-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11856","title":{"rendered":"Literadur nr. 11 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Juan Francisco Pe\u00f1a MART\u00cdN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Profesor Honorific Cercet\u0103tor \u0218tiin\u021bific la Universitatea din Alcal\u00e1,
\nfost \u0218ef de Catedr\u0103, Limba \u0219i Literatura Spaniol\u0103 la IES
\nComplutense. Fondator \u0219i director al revistei Compluteca, public\u0103
\neseuri despre clasici ai literaturii interna\u021bionale \u0219i poeme personale
\n\u00een reviste de prestigiu ca: Parole, Barataria, Leer, \u00cdnsula, etc. \u00cen
\nactualitate este Director Cultural la AUGE, Agen\u021bia Universitar\u0103
\npentru Gestionarea Cunoa\u0219terii \u0219i Coordonator al Red de Ciudades
\nCervantinas \u0219i al unei serii de conferin\u021be dedicate lui Cervantes \u0219i Cisnero \u00een Ciudad de Alcal\u00e1 \u0219i
\nCorral de Comedias, etc. A publicat 10 c\u0103r\u021bi personale \u0219i este coautor la alte 14 c\u0103r\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Numele t\u0103u<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit sub cupola unui cer \u00eenstelat
\ncu istorie \u0219i cultur\u0103.
\nTe-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit, ca pe \u00eenc\u0103 o nimf\u0103,
\ndin originea speciei sale,
\nie\u0219ind, la pas, dintre trunchiurile de mahon,
\nchipul \u0219i trupul \u00ee\u021bi r\u0103s\u0103rea din infinite \u0219ov\u0103ieli
\nca un far luminos peste st\u00e2nci.
\nTe-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit diminea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i apoi, \u00eenv\u0103luit de amintirea suavei tale prezen\u021be,
\ndescoperim uni\u021bi
\nseara,
\nteatrele,
\nslujitoare ireale dintr-un vis \u00eenfuriat,
\niluzia, ve\u0219nic pasionat\u0103, a lui Lope,
\nlumea,
\nmusacaua,
\ncuv\u00e2ntul \u0219i…
\nnoaptea, a noastr\u0103 pe vecie.<\/p>\n

\u0218i a\u0219a, \u00eenv\u0103luit de amintirea subtilei tale prezen\u021be,
\n\u00een\u0219ir\u00e2ndu-se s-au dus minutele
\nunei zile,
\nzilele unei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni,
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd,\u2212 tu zici, ce fatal \u2212 destinul, iar\u0103\u0219i.
\nA venit \u00een chip de templier,
\nBaphomet al vie\u021bii mele \u0219i al vie\u021bii tale,
\nlumin\u00e2nd cu susur\u0103ri cupolele de aer,
\n\u00eentr-un chip ce \u00eencurc\u0103 privirea \u0219i visele.
\n\u0218i a\u0219a, \u00eenv\u0103luit de amintirea cert\u0103 a prezen\u021bei tale,
\nr\u0103sari \u00een via\u021ba mea,
\nalchimist\u0103 a cabalei \u0219i a v\u00e2scului,
\nvr\u0103jind cu petale de lun\u0103
\n\u00eentunecatele cotloane \u00een care timpul se odihne\u0219te.<\/p>\n


\nDe la \u00eenceputul lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

De pe t\u0103r\u00e2mul unde \u00eencepe lumea
\nacolo unde umbrele nu se eternizeaz\u0103 niciodat\u0103,
\nunde stelele arunc\u0103 pe ascuns ocheade de s\u0103rut\u0103ri,
\n\u0219i mun\u021bii vor s\u0103 prind\u0103 suspinele,
\nunde aerul se zugr\u0103ve\u0219te cu albastrul cel mai sublim
\n\u0219i fr\u00e2nturi de cer se scald\u0103 \u00een lacuri,
\nde acolo…
\na venit pe un clar de lun\u0103 prevestirea unui \u00eenger,
\nun \u00eenger b\u0103gat \u00een trupul unei oache\u0219e seculare,
\n\u00een gura ta de mirt
\n\u00een ochii t\u0103i de m\u0103ri nem\u0103rginite,
\n\u00een tainicii t\u0103i s\u00e2ni,
\n\u00een sexu-\u021bi de noapte dorit\u0103.
\nE\u0219ti memoria dorin\u021bei pl\u0103cerii
\n\u00eentre luptele umbrelor ce \u00eempiedic\u0103 suspine,
\ne\u0219ti amintirea vestalei aprinse
\n\u00eentre agonii de t\u0103r\u00e2muri palpitante.
\nDar niciodat\u0103 nu se arde rodul de tot,
\ndar niciodat\u0103 nu seac\u0103 izvorul p\u0103durilor
\nc\u00e2nd setea se \u021bine pe pragul cerului,
\nc\u00e2nd se duce la infinit dorul unui piept frem\u0103t\u0103tor.
\nPrezen\u021ba ta tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een a\u0219ternuturi reci,
\n\u00eentr-un pahar de vin,
\n\u00een fotoliul unde beau \u00een t\u0103cere singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi.
\nMi-e dor de chipul t\u0103u \u00eentip\u0103rit pe pere\u021bii mei,
\nmi-e dor de privirea ta ascuns\u0103 \u00een vraj\u0103,
\nmi-e dor de fream\u0103tul t\u0103u vis\u0103tor,
\nmi-e dor de vorba ta, uneori ne\u0219tiut\u0103,
\nce sugereaz\u0103 insondabile lumi.
\nNecuprinsul t\u0103u accent de chilian\u0103
\nmi-e \u021bintuit pe stela unei perpetue nop\u021bi
\n\u0219i acolo unde \u00eencepe lumea
\nva r\u0103suna mereu,
\nurl\u00e2nd \u00een fiecare ecou din v\u00e2rf de mun\u021bi.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi doresc doar ca spa\u021biul s\u0103 se fac\u0103 un refugiu de palmieri
\nuni\u021bi de aer,
\nsc\u0103lda\u021bi de acela\u0219i \u0219uvoi,
\n\u00eenl\u0103n\u021bui\u021bi cu vise de valuri ce, atunci c\u00e2nd se sparg,
\ns\u0103 ne pironeasc\u0103 numele de aman\u021bi \u00een nisip,
\n\u0219i a\u0219a,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 spa\u021biu \u0219i timp,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 lumini \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 umbre,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 felinare \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 nop\u021bi,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 norod \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 popoare
\nf\u0103r\u0103 suspine str\u0103ine
\ns\u0103 ne putem iubi \u00een cea mai ad\u00e2nc\u0103 spum\u0103.<\/p>\n

Traducere \u0219i prezentare ELISABETA BO\u021aAN<\/em><\/p>\n


\nGrissel G. ESTRADA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

(12 noiembrie 1970, Ciudad de M\u00e9xico), poet\u0103, profesor cercet\u0103tor la
\nUniversidad Aut\u00f3noma de la Ciudad de M\u00e9xico \u0219i Universidad
\nAut\u00f3noma de M\u00e9xico, este membru al Sistema Nacional de
\nInvestigadores (SIN), CONACYT. A ob\u021binut premiul \u00eent\u00e2i la Concursul
\nde Poezie UAM (1986) \u0219i Premiul al II-lea la Concursul de Poezie Efra\u00edn
\nHuerta (1997). A publicat trei volume de poezii, \u00een antologii \u0219i \u00een ziare \u0219i
\nreviste ca: Uno m\u00e1s Uno, La Jornada, Luna Zeta, Alforja, La otra,
\nPeri\u00f3dico de Poes\u00eda, etc.<\/p>\n

Noua ie\u0219ire a contesei s\u00e2ngeroase<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cine e\u0219ti tu,
\nce faci vulcani s\u0103 s\u00e2ngereze \u00een timp ce se t\u00e2r\u0103sc?
\nAscunde ghearele:
\nam uria\u0219e aripi.
\nSpatele t\u0103u se clatin\u0103,
\n\u00eenfiorat de resturile zilei.
\nPutem ie\u0219i, dac\u0103 ademene\u0219ti cu lingu\u0219ire soarele.
\nMi-e team\u0103: s\u0103 nu m\u0103 descompun \u00een fa\u021ba luminii,
\nmai mult, va fi riscant
\npentru spatele str\u0103vechiului t\u0103u vis.
\nAproape c\u0103 v\u0103d s\u00e2ngele curg\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n


\nUra<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din ce cuie,
\nce \u021bi-au str\u0103puns m\u00e2inile de copil,
\n\u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219ti s\u0103 m\u0103 judeci?
\nDin b\u0103taia mamei tale?
\nDin broa\u0219tele mute ale tat\u0103lui t\u0103u?
\nDin singur\u0103tate,
\nr\u0103u-\u00een\u021beleas\u0103 protectoare?
\nPentru c\u0103 gura mea uciga\u0219\u0103 n-a mu\u0219cat nici m\u0103car o bucat\u0103
\ndin carnea ta.
\nNu veni la mine cu pove\u0219ti
\n\u0219i dezbrac\u0103-te.<\/p>\n


\nEvadare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un chip fin de \u021bigl\u0103 \u0219i sfori,
\nvampira \u00ee\u0219i scutur\u0103 aripile.
\nDuhoarea \u00eenchisorii url\u0103
\nca o fantasm\u0103 printre ogari mor\u021bi,
\nlun\u0103 plin\u0103, zid \u00een agonie.
\nLumina soarelui \u00een\u021bepenit\u0103-n ochii s\u0103i,
\ncontesa, uitat\u0103 de secole,
\nb\u00e2ntuie ora\u0219ul care
\nacum nu-i mai apar\u021bine.<\/p>\n


\nClimax<\/strong><\/p>\n

… \u0218i pasul t\u0103u hoinar ar str\u0103bate lacurile de pe trupul meu
\ns-ar arunca \u00een cele nou\u0103 goluri ale mele
\nca un str\u0103vechi idolatru
\nAi fi o construc\u021bie uria\u0219\u0103
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntie cu lungi merloane,
\ncu turnuri celeste la care se urc\u0103 \u0219erpuind,
\nvaluri de foc, ce urm\u0103resc
\namante nocturne
\nfidele dublului joc planetar,
\nverdele \u0219i galbenul
\nm\u0103c\u0103lendrilor \u0219i colibrilor,
\nca \u0219i cum dumnezeu cu eternitatea sa
\ninspir\u0103 pasiunile
\nochilor t\u0103i mari \u0219i p\u0103trunz\u0103tori…
\nLumesc, mu\u0219c\u00e2nd,
\nai opri curgerea r\u00e2urilor, c\u0103l\u0103rind
\npe bestii de s\u00e2nge
\n\u0219i tigri h\u0103itui\u021bi.
\nCorpolent \u0219i uria\u0219
\nm-ai \u00eenc\u00e2lci \u00eentr-un scul de carne brun\u0103
\nce se rote\u0219te \u0219i se r\u0103stoarn\u0103 \u00eentr-o mare
\nde naufragiu,
\nte-ai putea \u00eempreuna cu m\u0103ri \u0219i cu iri\u0219i,
\ns\u0103 te faci bulbuc,
\ns\u0103 te \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tii \u00een mare
\n\u00een form\u0103 de lav\u0103<\/p>\n

Ai fi explozia nocturn\u0103
\ndin centrul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,
\nmiros de cuverturi albastre,
\n\u00eenchisoare luminat\u0103 de viermi de m\u0103tase,
\nai fi culmea \u0219i moartea
\nunui glon\u021b expansibil,
\nlav\u0103 de s\u00e2nge \u0219i oase,
\nlilieci \u00een c\u0103lduri,
\nucenica \u00eenvolburat\u0103 a unei asasine.
\nEu a\u0219 merge pe tine \u00een patru labe
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd a\u0219 l\u0103sa g\u0103urile urmelor mele
\n\u00een c\u00e2mpul t\u0103u cu floarea-soarelui,
\n\u021bi-a\u0219 presa carnea-\u021bi groas\u0103
\nca s\u0103 scot minotaurul ce tr\u0103ie\u0219te la tine \u00een piept,
\n\u021bi-a\u0219 mesteca buzele,
\na\u0219 bea p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultima pic\u0103tur\u0103 din ochii t\u0103i…
\nDar pe mas\u0103
\ne o cea\u0219c\u0103 de cafea.<\/p>\n

Traducere \u0219i prezentare ELISABETA BO\u021aAN<\/em><\/p>\n


\nLawrence Monsanto FERLINGHETTI<\/strong><\/p>\n

(n\u0103scut pe 24 martie 1919) este un poet american, pictor, activist \u0219i co-fondator al City Lights
\nBooksellers & Publishers. Este poet, traduc\u0103tor, autor de c\u0103r\u021bi de fic\u021biune \u0219i teatru, critic de art\u0103.
\nFerlinghetti este mai cunoscut pentru prima sa colec\u021bie de poezii \u201eA Coney Island of the
\nMind\u201c (1958), care a fost tradus\u0103 \u00een nou\u0103 limbi \u0219i s-a v\u00e2ndut \u00een peste un milion de exemplare.<\/p>\n

num\u0103rul 20<\/strong><\/p>\n

magazinul cu acadele la doar un b\u0103nu\u021b de dincolo de El
\neste locul unde m-am \u00eendr\u0103gostit \u00eent\u00eeia oar\u0103 de irealitate
\nbomboane gumate str\u0103luceau \u00een semi-obscuritatea
\nacelei dup\u0103-amieze de septembrie
\nsus, pe tejghea, o pisic\u0103 se strecura
\nprintre lemnul dulce, guma de mestecat \u0219i bomboanele de ciocolat\u0103<\/p>\n

afar\u0103 frunzele se pr\u0103bu\u0219eau de \u00eendat\u0103 ce mureau<\/p>\n

de pe cer, dintr-o singur\u0103 suflare, v\u00eentul a spulberat soarele<\/p>\n

\u00een\u0103untru a intrat o fat\u0103
\np\u0103rul ei era ud de ploaie
\ns\u00eenii \u00eei erau f\u0103r\u0103 suflare \u00een micu\u021ba camer\u0103<\/p>\n

afar\u0103 frunzele continuau s\u0103 cad\u0103
\ns\u0103 strige:
\nPrea cur\u00eend! Prea cur\u00eend!<\/p>\n


\nnum\u0103rul 8<\/strong><\/p>\n

era un chip pe care \u00eentunericul \u00eel putea ucide
\n\u00eentr-o clipit\u0103
\nun chip la fel de u\u0219or de r\u0103nit
\nde r\u00ees sau lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u201e\u0219tii, g\u00eendim diferit noaptea”
\nmi-a spus odat\u0103
\n\u00eentinz\u00eendu-se sf\u00eer\u0219it\u0103 pe spate<\/p>\n

apoi, cit\u00eendu-l pe Cocteau:<\/p>\n

„simt c\u0103 exist\u0103 un \u00eenger \u00een mine,
\nun \u00eenger pe care \u00een mod constant \u00eel \u0219ochez”<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 care z\u00eembea, \u00ee\u0219i ferea privirea
\n\u0219i aprindea o \u021bigar\u0103 pentru mine<\/p>\n

apoi se ridica suspin\u00eend<\/p>\n

\u00eentinz\u00eendu-\u0219i anatomia ei dulce<\/p>\n

l\u0103s\u00eend s\u0103-i cad\u0103 un ciorap de m\u0103tase.<\/p>\n

Traducere Mihai MARIAN<\/em><\/p>\n


\nVidaluz MENESES<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a n\u0103scut \u00een Matagalpa, Nicaragua, \u00een 1944 \u0219i a murit \u00een 2016. Opera sa apare \u00een antologii
\nna\u021bionale \u0219i interna\u021bionale. A fost decan al Academiei de Arte \u0219i Litere; \u00een 2013 a ob\u021binut Premiul
\nInterna\u021bional al C\u0103r\u021bii Latine pentru volumul bilingv Llama guardada \u2014 Flames in the Air<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 titlu<\/strong><\/p>\n

fusta nou\u0103, gestul vag
\n\u021bigar\u0103 \u00een m\u00een\u0103,
\ninversiunea zilnic\u0103 a timpului
\nintranscendent;
\nde\u0219ert\u0103ciunea lu\u00eendu-ne la \u021bint\u0103,
\nf\u0103c\u00eendu-ne s\u0103 ne sim\u021bim ca ni\u0219te parazi\u021bi,
\nca un p\u0103ianjen ce \u021bese o p\u00eenz\u0103 inutil\u0103
\ncare ne \u00eenf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 \u0219i sufoc\u0103.<\/p>\n

***
\nAm v\u0103zut-o pe femeia care str\u0103bate centrul,
\ncentrul propriei sale vie\u021bi.
\nRepet\u0103 z\u00eembetul cel mai seduc\u0103tor al Evei.
\nR\u0103m\u00eene descul\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba iubitului
\n\u0219i depune ofranda sacr\u0103 a trupului s\u0103u
\n\u00een m\u00eeinile b\u0103rbatului uimit de at\u00eeta abunden\u021b\u0103.
\n\u00cen ce moment au crescut zilele,
\nacea distan\u021b\u0103 insurmontabil\u0103 dintre cei doi?
\nCe fars\u0103 le-a a jucat via\u021ba acestora
\nde mii de ori surprin\u0219i de aurora boreal\u0103?
\nCe arpegii secrete vor trebui s\u0103 ating\u0103 acum
\npentru a se putea re\u00eentoarce \u00een paradis?
\nCe c\u00eentece de siren\u0103? Ce muzic\u0103 vr\u0103jit\u0103?
\nCe t\u0103m\u00eeie? Ce alint pentru a invoca focul<\/p>\n


\n\u00eentr-o oarecare noapte de insomnie<\/strong><\/p>\n

a\u0219ezat\u0103 pe marginea patului
\ncu picioarele \u00een papuci pufo\u0219i
\n\u0219i triste\u021bea \u00eencol\u0103cind
\nca o pisic\u0103 \u00eemprejurul gleznelor mele coada,
\ncontemplu odihna ta lini\u0219tit\u0103,
\nsomnul \u00eencrez\u0103tor,
\nca \u0219i cum acestea ar pluti \u00eenc\u0103
\n\u00een siguran\u021ba lichid\u0103 a viscerelor mele.<\/p>\n

Traducere Mihai MARIAN<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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