{"id":12181,"date":"2020-11-23T15:34:45","date_gmt":"2020-11-23T12:34:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12181"},"modified":"2020-11-23T15:34:45","modified_gmt":"2020-11-23T12:34:45","slug":"literadura-nr-9-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12181","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 9 (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Prof. Dr. Mihaela BURLACU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Seduc\u021bia influen\u021bei
\nSau despre cum e s\u0103 fii singur \u00een mul\u021bime<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am uneori b\u0103nuiala c\u0103 nu ne mai auzim
\nunii pe al\u021bii ca indivizi singulari,
\ndeoarece nu vrem s\u0103 ne mai auzim.
\nVocile individuale distrag aten\u021bia \u0219i
\nderanjeaz\u0103 moda \u00een care ne-am instalat
\nconfortabil: avem subiecte comune de
\ndiscutat, facem lucruri care produc \u201elike-uri\u201d,
\nne g\u00e2ndim tot timpul la reac\u021biile celorlal\u021bi \u0219i
\nexperiment\u0103m via\u021ba f\u0103r\u0103 s-o tr\u0103im. \u00cen
\noccident, copiii sunt \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba\u021bi s\u0103 g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103
\n\u201eout of the box\u201d \u0219i s\u0103 cultive idei. Noi… nu.
\nNoi consider\u0103m c\u0103 ai no\u0219tri copii trebuie s\u0103 ne
\nurmeze, s\u0103 se lase influen\u021ba\u021bi de grup, s\u0103
\nmearg\u0103 cu turma. Sper\u0103m s\u0103 cre\u0219tem astfel
\nadul\u021bi accepta\u021bi, adaptabili \u0219i ascult\u0103tori,
\nindiferent de domeniul \u00een care evolueaz\u0103. Este
\nde la sine \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 lucrul acesta se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00een cultur\u0103. Ne-am procopsit cu un fel de
\nautism cultural \u0219i depreciem literatura
\nimagina\u021biei ca s\u0103 nu plagiem, s\u0103 nu ne l\u0103s\u0103m
\ninfluen\u021ba\u021bi: nimic nu a r\u0103mas nescris sau
\nnetratat. Citim istorie literar\u0103, ne form\u0103m
\nopinii argumentate \u0219tiin\u021bific \u0219i calcul\u0103m
\norizonturi de a\u0219teptare ca s\u0103 nu d\u0103m gre\u0219. Ne
\nbucur\u0103m c\u0103 tehnica modern\u0103 permite
\n\u00eenmagazinarea informa\u021biilor \u0219i redarea lor cu
\nu\u0219urin\u021b\u0103, dar devenim anxio\u0219i la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103
\nceea ce punem pe h\u00e2rtie a mai fost c\u00e2ndva
\nabordat, iar lucrul acesta poate fi probat de
\n\u201esf\u00e2ntul google\u201d.
\nCu secole \u00een urm\u0103, fiecare societate se bucura
\n\u00een voie de produc\u021biile culturale noi, nici nu se
\npunea problema influen\u021belor. \u00cen prezent, nu
\nputem produce opere lipsite de
\nmulticulturalitate, scriitorii sunt cataloga\u021bi
\ndup\u0103 curente \u0219i \u0219coli, c\u0103r\u021bile produc costuri \u0219i
\nfac profit. Simt c\u0103 s-a dep\u0103\u0219it exagerat de
\nmult teoria conform c\u0103reia literatura e mereu
\nocupat\u0103 cu o puternic\u0103 r\u0103st\u0103lm\u0103cire a
\nscrierilor anterioare. \u0218i nu m\u0103 refer aici la
\npozi\u021bia epistemologic\u0103 a interpret\u0103rii. Un
\nscriitor ajut\u0103 la formarea altuia tot astfel
\nprecum o scriere o influen\u021beaz\u0103 pe urm\u0103toarea
\ndatorit\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2iet\u0103\u021bii, nu a program\u0103rii. Scriitorii
\nsubjuga\u021bi de sistemul vreunui precursor,
\nspune Blake, \u00ee\u0219i inhib\u0103 creativitatea, ra\u021bion\u00e2nd
\n\u0219i compar\u00e2nd obsesiv propriile opere cu cele
\nale precursorului. Influen\u021ba controlat\u0103 poate fi
\nun c\u00e2\u0219tig, deoarece presupune recitirea
\n\u00eenainta\u0219ului, adic\u0103 un moment de interpretare
\n\u0219i rela\u021bionare pozitiv\u0103 sau… negativ\u0103. Din
\np\u0103cate, \u00een Rom\u00e2nia domne\u0219te \u201ecriticofobia\u201d \u0219i
\ne o pozi\u021bie invers propor\u021bional\u0103 cu num\u0103rul
\nmare de critici talenta\u021bi. Cred c\u0103 teama \u0219i
\ndesconsiderarea cu care scriitorii rom\u00e2ni
\nresping acum critica sunt nejustificate. Critica
\npresupune studii, munc\u0103 mult\u0103 \u0219i talent, nu
\nimprovizare sau ur\u0103. Cronicile din pu\u021binele
\nreviste de cultur\u0103 r\u0103mase pe baricade par
\nbl\u00e2nde, ne ferim de judec\u0103\u021bi negative, nu vrem
\ns\u0103 p\u0103rem intoleran\u021bi, sexi\u0219ti, rasi\u0219ti, \u201ehaters\u201d
\nsau mai \u0219tiu eu ce categorie depreciativ\u0103. Dar
\ntocmai cearta aceasta cu vecinul de pagin\u0103
\nduce la \u00eenv\u0103\u021bare, la dorin\u021ba de a fi mai bun, la
\nrespingerea mediocrit\u0103\u021bii. Ne \u00eempingem unii
\npe al\u021bii mai sus, ne zidim \u0219i ne influen\u021b\u0103m
\nreciproc.
\nInfluen\u021ba nu ne face mai pu\u021bini originali sau
\nmai buni, ea face parte din procesul natural al
\ncrea\u021biei. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i Dumnezeu S-a l\u0103sat
\ninfluen\u021bat de propria imagine c\u00e2nd ne-a creat
\ndup\u0103 chipul \u0219i asem\u0103narea Sa. Shelley sus\u021bine
\nc\u0103 scriitorii din toate timpurile contribuie la
\nun singur \u201emare poem\u201d aflat mereu \u00een lucru,
\nBorges afirm\u0103 c\u0103 scriitorii \u00ee\u0219i creeaz\u0103
\nprecursorii, Eliot observ\u0103 c\u0103 literatura este
\ncreat\u0103 de cei vii pentru nevoile celor vii.
\nBloom crede c\u0103 poe\u021bii puternici nu citesc cum
\ncitesc criticii, nu sunt nici cititori ideali, nici
\ncititori obi\u0219nui\u021bi, ei se pot citi doar pe sine. Un
\npoet puternic devine slab c\u00e2nd \u00eencepe s\u0103 se
\ncompare cu ceilal\u021bi, deoarece devine
\ninfluen\u021babil. Vocea lui se va auzi din ce \u00een ce
\nmai pu\u021bin, vocea lor din ce \u00een ce mai tare.
\nInfluen\u021ba este seduc\u0103toare, ne une\u0219te, ne d\u0103
\ncoeziune \u0219i lini\u0219te, dar ne face mediocrii.
\nRefuzul ei ne izoleaz\u0103, ne particularizeaz\u0103,
\ndar ne face s\u0103 tr\u0103im singuri.<\/p>\n


\nRadmila POPOVICI<\/strong>
\n\"\"


\nmai departe<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd nu am
\ncuvinte \u00eencep s\u0103 scriu
\nscrisul meu
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 cu mersul
\npe sfoar\u0103 nu-mi iart\u0103
\ngraba r\u0103gazul
\nbucuria<\/p>\n

m\u0103 supune continuu
\nunui text necunoscut f\u0103r\u0103
\ns\u0103 numer(otez)e paginile<\/p>\n

de-ar \u0219ti peste c\u00e2te
\nam s\u0103rit l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-le
\nnoi-nou\u021be
\nde dragul lui<\/p>\n

el \u00eens\u0103
\nle rupe pe cele
\ndragi mie<\/p>\n

odat\u0103 m-a prins cu un poem
\ndulce \u00een gur\u0103 mi l-a lipit
\nde frunte s\u0103 m\u0103 arate
\nlumea
\ncu degetul<\/p>\n

am mers
\nmai departe<\/p>\n


\n\u00een loc<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu fiecare pas
\ncoridorul
\ncre\u0219te \u00een loc
\ns\u0103 scad\u0103<\/p>\n

nu mai po\u021bi
\nda
\no urm\u0103
\n\u00eenapoi
\ne cursa care
\n\u021bi se \u00eentinde
\nviclean\u0103 \u0219i cleioas\u0103
\nsub t\u0103lpile goale<\/p>\n

umbrele oripilate
\nse scutur\u0103 de tine
\nla fiecare ciocnire
\nla cotituri<\/p>\n

nici anii de du-te-vino
\nnici s\u0103riturile de pe un
\nnor pe altul nici statul
\n\u00een picioare pe apa cea
\nmai dur\u0103 cu m\u00e2inile
\nrupte
\nde c\u0103r\u021bi bune bune n-au
\ncum s\u0103-\u021bi asigure
\nmersul<\/p>\n

o
\niei de la
\n0<\/p>\n


\nfire de nisip scap\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

fire de nisip scap\u0103
\nuneori
\ndin ochii indiferen\u021bi ai
\nzidurilor a\u0219teapt\u0103 c\u00e2te
\no talp\u0103 s\u0103 le poarte
\nnoroc<\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eentreb cum o duc
\n\u00een str\u00e2mtoarea ve\u0219niciei
\nmii de ani f\u0103r\u0103 lumin\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103
\nlacrimi vis\u00e2ndu-\u0219i m\u0103rile
\n\u0219i marile cutremure<\/p>\n

\u0219i zi \u0219i noapte dorm
\niepure\u0219te s\u0103 nu se sperie de
\npropriile sfor\u0103ituri s\u0103 nu se lase
\nstrivite de tonele de g\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu uite numele rudelor de
\nla primul p\u00e2n\u0103 la toate c\u00e2te
\nau rezistat \u00een timp<\/p>\n

am cunoscut
\nodat\u0103
\nun fir de nisip
\ncare se credea v\u00e2nt
\nsalv\u00e2nd de la \u00eenec
\nvaluri<\/p>\n


\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul gol<\/strong><\/p>\n

un val mai curajos
\ns\u0103 se rup\u0103 de celelalte
\ns\u0103 fie covor zbur\u0103tor
\niar pe\u0219tii g\u0103l\u0103gio\u0219i
\ns\u0103 ron\u021b\u0103ie sarea liberi
\ns\u0103 sar\u0103
\ncu aripile desf\u0103cute \u00een fa\u021ba
\napusului c\u00e2nd pe o parte
\nc\u00e2nd pe alta ca pe o tigaie
\n\u00eenro\u0219it\u0103 amintindu-ne
\nde cruzime \u00een felul lor
\nt\u0103cut alunecos<\/p>\n

voi privi \u00eenainte voi
\navea acea privire care
\nconvinge v\u00e2nturile
\ns\u0103 nu le permit\u0103
\nmorilor s\u0103 moar\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu r\u00e2zi de nori
\nc\u00e2nd se vor l\u0103sa
\nla fund<\/p>\n

au \u0219i ei nevoie
\nde somn
\npe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul gol<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

doi b\u0103ie\u021bi prind \u0219i arunc\u0103 prind
\n\u0219i arunc\u0103 prind \u0219i arunc\u0103 \u00een ap\u0103
\no broasc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 crap\u0103<\/p>\n

tresar<\/p>\n


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

IV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cine e\u0219ti a \u00eentrebat EA
\nTe-ai r\u0103t\u0103cit printre versuri?
\nSunt adoratorul necromant al cuvintelor tale,
\npoezie!
\nSunt \u00eensetatul
\nCe adoarme \u00eembl\u00e2nzit de adierile tale
\nmolcome
\nSunt \u00eenfometat
\nSunt nem\u00e2ng\u00e2iat
\nSunt neplouat
\nSunt ne\u00eengropat
\nSunt un joc ne\u00eenceput
\nSunt
\nSun
\nSu
\nS<\/p>\n


\nV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poezia e mereu um\u0103rul pe care se a\u0219az\u0103
\n\u00cengerul
\nE sufletul ce mi-a d\u0103ruit visul
\nE poteca albastr\u0103 care mi-a alinat pa\u0219ii
\nEa e pas\u0103rea ce mi-a redat vederea
\nPoezia e oglinda
\n\u00een ea m\u0103 v\u0103d singur\u0103
\na\u0219a cum sunt cu r\u0103ni \u0219i cu riduri
\ncu ochiul care pl\u00e2nge
\ncu ochiul care r\u00e2de<\/p>\n

poezia e oglinda
\n\u00een care z\u0103resc u\u0219i \u00eenchise oameni providen\u021biali
\nf\u00e2lf\u00e2irea \u00cengerului
\ncioburile pe care am c\u0103lcat r\u00e2z\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

poezia e pielea pe care o dezbrac diminea\u021ba
\nredevenind trupul din oglind\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nIuliana Paloda POPESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Trestia c\u0103l\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimeni
\nn-a \u00een\u021beles c\u00e2ntecul
\ntrestiei \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00e2ntului,
\nnimeni nu a \u0219tiut rostul ei
\nc\u00e2nd
\ns-a fr\u00e2nt \u00een vuietul
\ntoamnei!… Poate
\nva \u00eenveli o cas\u0103, visa ea,
\npoate va sprijini
\nbra\u021bul unui ascet, al unui
\n\u00eemp\u0103rat, al unui
\npictor mare sau poate
\ninima unui poet,
\nspera trestia, pe c\u00e2nd
\nv\u00e2ntul o leg\u0103na,
\no \u00een\u0103l\u021ba p\u00e2n\u0103 la Cer, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103
\n\u0219tie dac\u0103 toate
\nacestea<\/p>\n

se vor
\n\u00eent\u00e2mpla!… C\u00e2ndva,
\nto\u021bi o vor uita, strig\u0103
\nPas\u0103rea
\n\u00eenser\u0103rii!… F\u0103r\u0103 urme-i
\nsunt pa\u0219ii,
\npierdut\u0103-i c\u0103rarea, umbra-i
\nlunec\u0103 \u00een
\namurg, himere de foc se
\nascund \u00een t\u0103ceri,
\n\u00een fumul sub\u021bire ce urc\u0103 \u00een
\nierburi, \u00een ape,
\n\u00een \u021b\u0103r\u00e2nile calde, iar eu \u00eenc\u0103
\nmai sper s\u0103
\ndescop\u0103r semnele trecerii,
\nclipa de
\n\u00eenchinare, c\u00e2nd Luna
\ntresare de
\ndor \u00een lacrima trestiei
\nc\u0103l\u0103toare!<\/p>\n


\nCenu\u0219a uit\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum, intri-n
\nlumin\u0103 \u0219i vrei s\u0103 atingi
\ncenu\u0219a uit\u0103rii, s\u0103 o cerni
\npeste
\nfluturi, peste amurg, pe
\naburul verii
\nce \u00eenfioar\u0103 lanul de gr\u00e2u
\n\u00eenflorit, \u00een care
\ncoboar\u0103 \u00cengerul!\u2026 Este
\ngreu s\u0103 \u00eenvingem anii,
\nuitarea, spuneai,
\namintindu-\u021bi cum treceam
\nprin
\noglinzile Cerului \u0219i-ncercam
\ns\u0103 m-apropii de
\ntine,
\ns\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2i fruntea \u00eenalt\u0103,
\natins\u0103 de focul \u00eendoielii!
\nV\u0103d c\u0103 nu te-ai schimbat,
\n\u00eenc\u0103 arzi pe Altarul iubirii,
\nca o flac\u0103r\u0103 vie, \u00eenc\u0103 visezi
\ncum respiri \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi scrii
\nnumele pe albastrul de
\nziu\u0103, iar \u00een inima ta se
\nav\u00e2nt\u0103 caii s\u0103lbatici, trec
\nprin r\u00e2urile albe,
\nprin florile c\u00e2mpului \u0219i
\ncaut\u0103 ninsorile
\n\u00eendep\u0103rtate, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103
\n\u00een visul
\nlor se pot ascunde semne
\nprevestitoare de durere
\n\u0219i de moarte!<\/p>\n


\nDaniela M\u0102RGINEAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

jurnalul penelopei. 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o zi m\u0103 voi usca precum
\no ieder\u0103 pe aburul unei cet\u0103\u021bi
\npoate atunci ai s\u0103 crezi
\nc\u0103 a\u0219teptarea e rupt\u0103 din mine
\nca o pas\u0103re alb\u0103 mistuit\u0103
\nde zbor ce \u00ee\u0219i hr\u0103ne\u0219te
\nultimul c\u00e2nt cu moartea sa
\nm\u0103 vor scrie ploile vremii
\ncu cenu\u0219a lor focul \u00ee\u0219i va stinge
\nsetea de mine
\nde a\u0219 traversa p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eenot
\nmarea verde a\u0219 str\u0103bate-o la pas
\npoate ai \u00eentoarce o clip\u0103 capul
\ns\u0103 \u0219tergi praful de amintirea
\nce-l \u00eengreuneaz\u0103<\/p>\n


\njurnalul penelopei. 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

adesea sufletul meu seam\u0103n\u0103
\ncu v\u00e2ntul ce \u0219uier\u0103 por\u021bi
\nori u\u0219i ori ferestre deschise
\n\u00een ele \u00eensele
\nca un palat ce-\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 regele
\ns\u0103-i r\u0103sune ecoul \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103rii
\nsufletul meu alerg\u00e2nd
\nspre col\u021bul nelocuit al speran\u021bei
\nmereu \u00een a\u0219teptarea urm\u0103torului tren
\nnepoposit vreodat\u0103 \u00eentre sta\u021bii
\nconduce lumea imaginar\u0103
\n\u00een muchiile drepte ale realului
\n\u00een pa\u0219i str\u00e2m\u021bi ai v\u0103ilor \u00eenc\u00e2lcite
\nsufletul meu soarbe setea
\n\u0219i murmurul ploii
\nca pe-o a\u0219teptare
\nscurg\u00e2ndu-se<\/p>\n


\njurnalul penelopei. 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu m\u00e2na tremur\u00e2nd\u0103 de a\u0219teptare
\nam simulat oglindirea
\nca pe-o eclips\u0103
\nprin geamul fumuriu
\nde via\u021b\u0103 cr\u0103pat
\nnu mai \u0219tiu cum se face
\nc\u0103 toat\u0103 lumina ascuns\u0103
\n\u00een noi e \u00eenghi\u021bit\u0103
\nde \u00eentunericul fad
\nce spintec\u0103 viermi
\ncare \u00eenfloresc putregaiuri
\nce rumeg\u0103 cai de nouri
\nz\u0103d\u0103rnicia-\u0219i clocote\u0219te r\u0103nile
\n\u0219i noi suntem c\u0103l\u0103i
\nde secunde bolnave
\nnimic nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00eentreg \u00eenadins
\nnumai golul ce ne umple
\npl\u0103m\u00e2nii ca o ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n


\njurnalul penelopei. 4<\/strong><\/p>\n

voi veni sub semnul meu
\nca un um\u0103r sub un munte
\nvoi stinge anii care m\u0103 scriu
\ncu apa \u00eenchinat\u0103 cuvintelor
\npoate drumul \u00eemi va uita pa\u0219ii
\npa\u0219ii \u00eemi vor uita t\u0103lpile
\nc\u00e2nd picioarele
\nnu mai sunt ale mele c\u00e2nd
\ntainele g\u00e2ndului t\u0103u<\/p>\n

m\u0103 poart\u0103 departe de mine
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd m\u0103 vor t\u0103cea
\ngemetele absen\u021bei leg\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\ncu funia a\u0219tept\u0103rii de umbra ta
\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103 usuc\u0103 setea
\n\u0219i o pas\u0103re \u00eemi scurm\u0103
\ncuibul din piept
\n\u0219i voi fi o n\u0103luc\u0103 ce num\u0103r\u0103
\nfiecare secund\u0103 neatins\u0103
\nochilor t\u0103i<\/p>\n


\nRaluca FARAON<\/strong>
\n\"\"

mitul pe\u0219terii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een pe\u0219ter\u0103 timpul tremur\u0103
\npe aripile liliecilor.
\nbrusc viseaz\u0103 somnul fetu\u0219ilor.
\nmamele lor r\u0103t\u0103cesc de-a lungul c\u0103r\u0103rii
\ncare separ\u0103 via\u021ba de moarte.
\nabur din r\u0103sufl\u0103rile solda\u021bilor
\nagoniz\u00e2nd \u00een r\u0103zboiul pierderii memoriei.
\nger \u00eentre sinapsele anotimpurilor.
\nsoarele e sleit.
\narborii \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenfig coroana \u00een lut.<\/p>\n

voi care veghea\u021bi \u00een adev\u0103r
\nascunde\u021bi-v\u0103 \u00een r\u0103nile iubirii.
\ncur\u00e2nd \u00een pe\u0219ter\u0103 \u00eencoronat
\nprofetul orb declar\u0103-ntunericul
\nLumin\u0103<\/p>\n


\nperpetuum<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een trei jocul nu se termin\u0103
\nse rote\u0219te copil t\u00e2n\u0103r b\u0103tr\u00e2n
\ncerc \u00eenghi\u021bindu-\u0219i centrul
\n\u00een spirala \u00eenspumat\u0103
\na \u00cenceputului<\/p>\n


\n\u021bip\u0103tul adormit<\/strong><\/p>\n

roata e ascuns\u0103-n piatr\u0103
\nun c\u0103ut\u0103tor de aur love\u0219te
\nlumea aplaud\u0103 nebunia<\/p>\n

la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul zilei
\ndin piatra cr\u0103pat\u0103
\nse vor scurge spi\u021bele durerii<\/p>\n


\ndinamic\u0103 (varia\u021biune pe tema \u00eenceputului)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenceputurile sunt ca p\u00e2inea
\n\u00eent\u00e2i dospesc la c\u0103ldur\u0103
\napoi cresc \u0219i triumf\u0103
\npeste marginea speran\u021bei
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ajung \u00een cuptorul zilei
\n\u0219i le m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 orele coaja
\ncrocant\u0103 iar nop\u021bile s\u0103tule
\nle sfor\u0103ie inevitabil finalul<\/p>\n


\ndinamic\u0103 (varia\u021biune pe tema sf\u00e2r\u0219itului)<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu conteaz\u0103 c\u0103 pietrele au murit
\nvor ap\u0103rea \u00een cur\u00e2nd p\u0103s\u0103ri cu
\nochii oamenilor de carne vie
\ncu oase de plumb mers de zeu convalescent
\ncare-\u0219i vor hr\u0103ni foamea de zbor \u00een gol
\ncu aripile \u00eengerilor din r\u0103nile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n


\nrepeti\u021bie cu aripi decupate<\/strong><\/p>\n

muribundul are fluturi \u00een loc de ochi
\n\u00eel g\u00e2dil\u0103 pe frunte cu draperia de culoare
\npudrat\u0103 \u0219i exerseaz\u0103 un z\u00e2mbet coregrafic
\ndada din ziare \u2013 memorie fragmentat\u0103
\nPoezie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Prof. Dr. Mihaela BURLACU Seduc\u021bia influen\u021bei Sau despre cum e s\u0103 fii singur \u00een mul\u021bime Am uneori b\u0103nuiala c\u0103 nu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":12187,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,329],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12181"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12181"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12181\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12188,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12181\/revisions\/12188"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}