{"id":12573,"date":"2020-12-08T13:33:36","date_gmt":"2020-12-08T10:33:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12573"},"modified":"2020-12-08T13:33:36","modified_gmt":"2020-12-08T10:33:36","slug":"literadura-nr-8-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12573","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 8 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Maria Cernegura<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/cernegura-e1607423583328.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/cernegura-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-12574 lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 300px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 300\/227;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/cernegura-300x227.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"227\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-12574\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>Eram&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Iasc\u0103 de p\u0103dure eram<br \/>\ncrescut\u0103 pe-un stejar b\u0103tr\u00e2n,<br \/>\n\u00eemi tr\u0103geam seva din seva lui<br \/>\ndar pa\u0219ii mei au r\u0103mas aceia\u0219i<br \/>\ntonul vocii mele acela\u0219i<br \/>\n\u0219i miresmele<br \/>\nda! miresmele<br \/>\nacelea\u0219i<br \/>\nnumai c\u0103 stejarul se impregnase \u00een mine<br \/>\nemanam esen\u021ba lui<br \/>\n\u0219i c\u0103deam tot c\u0103deam<br \/>\neram doar o ghind\u0103<br \/>\n\u00een gura hulpav\u0103 a mistre\u021bului<br \/>\ncu filde\u0219ii sclipind<br \/>\ndin p\u0103durea stejarilor arginta\u021bi<br \/>\nde brumele toamnei<\/p>\n<p>Eram?&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nA\u0219teapt\u0103-m\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>P\u0103dure a\u0219teapt\u0103-m\u0103 m\u00e2ine<br \/>\nn-o s\u0103 mai \u00eent\u00e2rzii, ai s\u0103 vezi<br \/>\nm\u00e2ine va fi<br \/>\nre\u00eent\u00e2lnirea<br \/>\nnu scutura merii s\u0103lbateci<br \/>\nnu astupa scorbura cu viespi<br \/>\nnu-\u021bi piept\u0103na pletele<br \/>\n\u00ee\u021bi st\u0103 bine a\u0219a<br \/>\n\u0219i mai ales<br \/>\nnu-\u021bi opri izvoarele<br \/>\n\u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103-m\u0103 cu toate ale tale<br \/>\n\u0219i cu flori de m\u0103lin<br \/>\nVin!<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nVom fi unul<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>V\u00e2slesc prin \u00eentuneric<br \/>\nalunec \u00een cea mai sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103care cu<br \/>\nad\u00e2ncimile lacului<br \/>\nm\u0103 ocolesc trunchiurile r\u0103mase<br \/>\nnimic nu se opune<br \/>\neu \u0219i barca suntem \u00een eclips\u0103<br \/>\nne leg\u0103n\u0103m pe muzica de greieri<br \/>\nla mal m\u0103 va \u00eent\u00e2mpina un cerb cu stea \u00een<br \/>\nfrunte<br \/>\nnimic nu se opune<br \/>\nvom fi Unul<br \/>\n\u00een s\u0103lbatica p\u0103dure plutitoare<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nUnul f\u0103r\u0103 altul<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Ca p\u0103m\u00e2ntul ne\u00eenc\u0103lzit de soare<br \/>\nca s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba f\u0103r\u0103 ap\u0103<br \/>\nca mine f\u0103r\u0103 de mine<br \/>\nca nimeni<\/p>\n<p>ca nimic<\/p>\n<p>f\u0103r\u0103 puls sunt<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd sunt eu f\u0103r\u0103 tine<\/p>\n<p>unul f\u0103r\u0103 altul.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nE vremea iubirii<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00cen gr\u0103dina Icoanei<br \/>\ndoi copaci se iubesc \u00eempletindu-\u0219i crengile<br \/>\nunul e alb \u0219i altul roz<br \/>\ncel roz e cople\u0219it de iubire<br \/>\n\u00eentors cu totul spre cel alb care se las\u0103 mai<br \/>\ngreu<br \/>\nv\u00e2ntul le d\u0103 \u0219ansa s\u0103 se m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie<br \/>\nla fiecare fo\u0219nire de crengi<br \/>\no ploaie de petale se scutur\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2nt<br \/>\npurt\u00e2nd spre p\u0103m\u00e2nt iubirea lor<\/p>\n<p>verdele crud al ierbii se \u00eenfioar\u0103 de petale albe<br \/>\n\u0219i roz.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nTudor CICU<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u201eNeolitice\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nu \u0219tim niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2t de lung\u0103 este<br \/>\nc\u0103l\u0103toria noastr\u0103 prin lume \u0219i nici c\u00e2nd \u0219i<br \/>\nunde se va termina. Mai ales c\u00e2nd ea \u00ee\u021bi<br \/>\ndescoper\u0103 at\u00e2tea \u201esemne\u201d \u0219i \u201eelemente de<br \/>\nmedita\u021bie\u201d \u00een aceast\u0103 mare trecere prin lume.<br \/>\nCartea de poezie \u201eNeolitice\u201d (editura Pim,<br \/>\n2017) a poetului Petrache Plopeanu e o<br \/>\nculegere de poeme imnice (\u201eimnuri de<br \/>\nlaud\u0103\/ celor de ne\u00een\u021beles\u201d) despre ad\u00e2ncitele<br \/>\nsensuri ale \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103rii omului \u201ede la fereastra<br \/>\nlumii p\u00e2n\u0103 la prima a\u0219chie\/ de dup\u0103 rug\u0103\u201d spre<br \/>\nvia\u021b\u0103.<br \/>\nPe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce \u00eenaint\u0103m \u00een poezia \u0219i<br \/>\nsubteranele poemelor, \u00eentrez\u0103rim tot mai<br \/>\nlimpede cum fic\u021biunile poetului opereaz\u0103 cu<br \/>\nfapte probabile: 1) desprinderea omului g\u00e2nditor<br \/>\nde trupul terestru din care a fost z\u0103mislit,<br \/>\nc\u0103ci \u201enenumite \u00eei erau g\u00e2ndurile \u0219i pleca<br \/>\nuneori\/ \u00eenspre ad\u00e2ncimile\/ a ceea ce nu fusese<br \/>\nniciodat\u0103\u201d. 2) primele semne ale iubirii pentru<br \/>\n\u201eceva\u201d neasemuit al\u0103turi de femeia de l\u00e2ng\u0103<br \/>\nel: \u201ese minunau de frumuse\u021bea ei \u00eempreun\u0103\/<br \/>\nsomnul \u00eel cuprindea cu bra\u021bele femeii\/ \u00eel<br \/>\nm\u00e2ng\u00e2ia\/ ca pe o bucat\u0103 de lut cuprins\u0103 de<br \/>\njar\u201d. 3) c\u0103l\u0103toria propriu-zis\u0103 \u00een c\u0103utarea celor<br \/>\nrostuite de El cu un anumit scop pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt:<br \/>\n\u201ea mers ocolindu-se atunci c\u00e2nd se \u00eent\u00e2lnea\/ \u0219i-\u0219i<br \/>\nstriga de departe\/pleac\u0103 pleac\u0103 de la mine\u201d.<br \/>\n4) \u00eenaint\u00e2nd \u00een timp vin \u0219i \u00eentreb\u0103rile \u0219i odat\u0103<br \/>\ncu ele omul primordial \u00eentrez\u0103re\u0219te un alt<br \/>\norizont al cunoa\u0219terii. 5) Nu \u00een ultimul r\u00e2nd<br \/>\nr\u0103sp\u00e2ndirea \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103turilor str\u00e2nse: \u201e\u0219i-au<br \/>\n\u00eenceput s\u0103 spun\u0103\/cei care nu erau \u00een\u021belep\u021bi\/ c\u0103<br \/>\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 ei tr\u0103ie\u0219te cineva \u00een plus\/ \u0219i-i \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 cum<br \/>\ns\u0103 priveasc\u0103 stelele\u201d.<br \/>\nAceste direc\u021bii creatoare, str\u00e2ng \u00eentr-un<br \/>\nunivers edenic acel ecou \u00eendep\u0103rtat al ridic\u0103rii<br \/>\nomului din \u201e\u00eentuneric \u0219i lumin\u0103\/ strig\u0103t \u0219i<br \/>\n\u0219oapt\u0103\u201d, \u00een poeme imnice \u0219i cuvinte de laud\u0103<br \/>\nm\u0103re\u021biei sale. Petrache Plopeanu face un salt<br \/>\n\u00een timp, \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 dimensiune confesiv \u0219i<br \/>\nimaginativ, autorul se impune prin vitalitatea<br \/>\nverbului asociat unei fraze \u00een strai nou de<br \/>\nsubstan\u021b\u0103 poetic\u0103. <\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n\u201eG\u00e2nduri\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201e\u00cen ramul lui puternic, copacul meu<br \/>\nalbastru\/ Une\u0219te cer \u0219i mare, v\u0103zduhul, lutul<br \/>\nsf\u00e2nt\/ \u00cen frunza-acum c\u0103zut\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103 g\u00e2ndul<br \/>\nve\u0219nic\/ Ce-l cheam\u0103 peste timpuri de sus \u0219i<br \/>\ndin ad\u00e2nc\u201d (din Copacul albastru \u0219i cartea de<br \/>\nversuri \u201eG\u00e2nduri\u201d de Liliana Badea, volum<br \/>\nap\u0103rut la ed. Editgraph, 2017). Aceste versuri<br \/>\ndovedesc c\u0103 poezia e o punte \u00een propria ei<br \/>\nexisten\u021b\u0103, pentru o confesiune venit\u0103 din<br \/>\nfiin\u021bare ca o izbucnire \u00een fa\u021ba ferestrei<br \/>\ninundate de lumin\u0103.<br \/>\nLumea aceasta oprit\u0103 \u201e\u00een fiecare strop de<br \/>\nploaie\u201d (din poezia Am v\u0103zut), surprins\u0103 cu<br \/>\nbucuria \u201ede a tr\u0103i odat\u0103 cu via\u021ba, odat\u0103 cu<br \/>\nvecia\u201d e lumea pe care o \u00eendur\u0103 \u00een captivitatea<br \/>\ng\u00e2ndurilor \u0219i sim\u021burilor cu care o \u00eencearc\u0103 \u00een<br \/>\nvis Creatorul Suprem. O carte e o oglind\u0103 \u00een<br \/>\ncare cau\u021bi s\u0103 ghice\u0219ti fizionomia autorului.<br \/>\nLiliana Badea e autoarea peste care a nins cu<br \/>\nalbastru \u00een poezie. Poezia sa are tangen\u021be cu<br \/>\npictura \u0219i g\u00e2ndul curat \u201ef\u0103r\u0103 temeri\u201d al poeziei<br \/>\nco\u0219buciene. Prive\u0219ti ca dinaintea unui<br \/>\n\u201etext \u00een oglind\u0103\u201d a unui g\u00e2nd prizonier \u00eentr-un<br \/>\nlabirint al anotimpurilor, unde predominant\u0103 e<br \/>\ntoamna \u0219i iarna. \u00cen poezia Lilianei Badea \u0219i<br \/>\nvisele s-au \u201espart \u00een cioburi de culori\u201d.<br \/>\nLini\u0219tea din poeziile-pastel (De toamn\u0103;<br \/>\nToamn\u0103-n poezie) surprind o lume creat\u0103<br \/>\ndincolo de imagina\u021bie \u0219i vis. \u0218i, \u00eentotdeauna,<br \/>\n\u00een spatele acesteia p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie c\u00e2te ceva: \u201e\u0218uier\u0103<br \/>\nv\u00e2ntul prin ramuri,\/ Nucul cel falnic se-nclin\u0103,\/<br \/>\nSe zbate perdeaua \u00een geamuri,\/ Se las\u0103<br \/>\ntoamna-n gr\u0103din\u0103\u201d. \u00cen lumea inundat\u0103 de<br \/>\namintiri se simte cel mai confortabil (vezi: \u00cen<br \/>\nlocul \u0219tiut de mine; Dantel\u0103 veche; C\u00e2nd<br \/>\neram mici n-aveam z\u0103brele la ferestre; Mi-e<br \/>\ndor de pragul casei p\u0103rinte\u0219ti), \u0219i \u00eei st\u00e2rnesc<br \/>\nnostalgii \u00een serile atacate doar de concertul<br \/>\nunor greieri. Ar fi \u00een stare s\u0103-\u0219i numeasc\u0103<br \/>\nversurile \u201egreieri de noapte\u201d (nu g\u00e2nduri),<br \/>\napoi s\u0103-i pun\u0103 \u00een sob\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 stea s\u0103-i asculte<br \/>\ntoat\u0103 noaptea c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd. Avem de-a face cu un<br \/>\nlirism bl\u00e2nd \u0219i o sensibilitate profund\u0103.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n\u201eSemnul \u00eengerului\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Drumul c\u0103tre \u00eenzidire al Anei lui Manole,<br \/>\n\u00eenf\u0103ptuit ca o \u201eminune\u201d spre \u00eent\u0103rirea<br \/>\nadev\u0103ratei credin\u021be, prin volumul \u201eSemnul<br \/>\n\u00eengerului\u201d de Iuliana Paloda-Popescu (ed.<br \/>\nRawex Coms, 2015), este parcurs dinspre<br \/>\n\u201ebol\u021bile \u00eengerilor\u201d c\u0103tre p\u0103m\u00e2nt, \u00eentr-o cheie<br \/>\npsalmic\u0103 a iubirii cere\u0219ti. Aici, iubirea e o<br \/>\ntransgresare temporal\u0103 \u0219i spa\u021bial\u0103 ce<br \/>\npresupune o rotunjime de spirit care \u00eei<br \/>\n\u00eentruchipeaz\u0103 condi\u021bia poeziei cu credin\u021ba:<br \/>\n\u201es\u0103-mi\/ descopere sufletul\/ \u00eentr-o carte<br \/>\nn\u0103scut\u0103 din\/ inima mea, ca un vultur\/ hoinar<br \/>\nplutind peste m\u0103ri,\/ peste z\u0103ri\u201d. \u00cengerul las\u0103<br \/>\nunele semne, iar poeta caut\u0103 prin spa\u021bii<br \/>\ncoresponden\u021be culturale \u0219i de credin\u021b\u0103 de-\u0219i<br \/>\n\u201e\u00eenmoaie pana \u0219i scrie poeme de\/ dragoste \u0219i<br \/>\nde moarte\u201d prin care p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie lumina care s\u0103 ne<br \/>\nzideasc\u0103 visele \u0219i trecerea \u00eentru ve\u0219nicie \u201e\u00een<br \/>\napa Cerului, unde vedea-vei\/ cum te legeni, cu<br \/>\nflac\u0103ra\/ \u00een palme!&#8230;\u201d. Geometria a\u0219ez\u0103rii<br \/>\nversurilor \u00een forma unor sfere te duc cu<br \/>\ng\u00e2ndul la o poezie pictural\u0103 asem\u0103n\u0103toare<br \/>\nimaginilor de pe vitralii. Tr\u0103irile lirice,<br \/>\n\u00eentre\u021besute de acel suflu spre medita\u021bia<br \/>\ncristic\u0103, scrise ca o eliberare, \u00eei aduc cititorului<br \/>\nizb\u0103virea pe care o c\u0103ut\u0103m cu to\u021bii doar<br \/>\n\u00een rug\u0103ciune. \u00cen Lacrima lui Iisus, poeta \u00ee\u0219i<br \/>\noglinde\u0219te privirea \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i ascult\u0103 inima spre a<br \/>\nputea atinge \u201edumnezeiasca \u00eentrupare\u201d, ori<br \/>\n\u00een\u0103l\u021ba sufletul ca \u00eentr-o \u201ecandel\u0103 aprins\u0103\u201d. \u00cen<br \/>\npoezia volumului \u201ec\u00e2ntecul\/ p\u0103s\u0103rii se aude<br \/>\np\u00e2n\u0103\/ departe\u201d, p\u00e2n\u0103 sim\u021bim \u0219i noi cum<br \/>\n\u201eplutim spre un alt Cer\u201d. Ca \u0219i cum \u021bi-ai<br \/>\n\u00eencredin\u021ba (\u201e\u00eenainte de-a ne na\u0219te\u201d) sufletul \u00een<br \/>\npalmele \u00eengerului (vezi poemul \u201e\u00cen palmele<br \/>\nde \u00eenger\u201d), unde simbolistica na\u0219terii \u0219i<br \/>\nsimfonia \u201esingurei iubiri\u201d \u201eivit\u0103 din suspinul<br \/>\nneputin\u021bei\u201d, \u00een c\u00e2teva versuri cu apeten\u021b\u0103<br \/>\nludic\u0103, \u00eei prilejuiesc cel mai superb jur\u0103m\u00e2nt<br \/>\nde credin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i iubire. Sper\u00e2nd \u201espre un alt<br \/>\ncer\u201d, care s\u0103 ia locul \u00eendoielii din sufletele<br \/>\nnoastre, poeta invoc\u0103 elemente noi \u00een poezie:<br \/>\ngr\u0103un\u021bele visului; apa iubirii; un c\u00e2ntec nou<br \/>\nsub lumina unui alt cer \u0219i \u00eei aduce cititorului<br \/>\nun nou c\u00e2ntec menit s\u0103 pun\u0103 \u201epeste gura mea\/<br \/>\npecetea altui\/ veac!&#8230;\u201d Scopul ei e eternul.<br \/>\n\u201eRafale de prim\u0103var\u0103\u201d<br \/>\n\u201eAm g\u0103sit \u00eentr-o zi\/ \u00een sufletul meu\/ un<br \/>\ncopil\/ i-am deschis poarta spre lume\u201d&#8230; e<br \/>\ncredin\u021ba care prelunge\u0219te experimentul liric al<br \/>\ntinerei poete or\u0103dence, Codru\u021ba Vancea, \u00een<br \/>\ncartea de poezie \u201eRafale de prim\u0103var\u0103\u201d (ed.<br \/>\nBrumar, 2018), dar \u0219i povestea unei c\u0103l\u0103torii<br \/>\n\u201edincolo de cuv\u00e2nt\u201d \u00een galaxia \u201eunde doar<br \/>\nvulturii \u00ee\u0219i fac cuib\u201d pentru a se ar\u0103ta \u201ecum<br \/>\nsunt\/ \u00een soare\u201d. \u00cendr\u0103zneala ei o putem asocia<br \/>\ncunoa\u0219terii, ini\u021bierii, dorin\u021bei de a surprinde<br \/>\nagita\u021bia zilei ori transform\u0103rii destinului.<br \/>\nPoemele sale sunt \u201esimfonii de sentimente\u201d,<br \/>\nun adolescentin \u201ejoc s\u0103lbatic sau bl\u00e2nd\/\u00een<br \/>\nploaie\u201d \u0219i de aici o pendulare \u00eentre lirismul<br \/>\nred\u0103rii \u0219i inocen\u021ba acelor confesiuni<br \/>\n\u0219treng\u0103re\u0219ti: \u201ea\u0219 putea s\u0103 r\u0103sar\/ s\u0103 m\u0103 rotesc<br \/>\ndup\u0103 soare\/ s\u0103 \u00eenfloresc galben\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 o var\u0103\u201d.<br \/>\nAparent simplist\u0103 \u00een rostuirea versurilor nu<br \/>\nlipsesc simbolurile care fac trimitere spre un<br \/>\nabisal metafizic al fiin\u021bei c\u00e2t \u0219i o apeten\u021b\u0103 spre<br \/>\ndeschidere: \u201ecuvintele se \u00eenchid \u00eentr-o\/<br \/>\npropozi\u021bie simpl\u0103\/ care te cheam\u0103 s\u0103 te joci<br \/>\nde-a singur\u0103tatea\u201d (sau) \u201eca o salcie culcat\u0103<br \/>\npe un mal \u00eentunecat\/ caut undele limpezi\/ care<br \/>\ns\u0103-mi poarte bra\u021bele p\u00e2n\u0103 la tine\u201d. Re\u021binut\u0103 \u00een<br \/>\na-\u0219i c\u00e2nta iubirea cu aripile larg deschise ca<br \/>\n\u201epas\u0103rea de foc\u201d (\u201ecuib\u0103rit\u0103-n iarna\/ limpede<br \/>\na sufletului t\u0103u\u201d), poeta e ca o duminic\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 cu presim\u021birea zilei ce va urma, c\u00e2nd<br \/>\nlumea \u00eencepe s\u0103 cread\u0103 \u00een vis \u0219i speran\u021b\u0103<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 are \u0219i vise \u00eenr\u0103mate \u00een privire: \u201es\u0103<br \/>\nam ochii umezi \u00een calde ploi\/ p\u0103rul s\u0103-mi<br \/>\nadune miresme de flori\u201d.<br \/>\nTriste\u021bea, singur\u0103tatea, ori \u201espaima de<br \/>\ndiferit\u201d a copilei \u201ecare se \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2neaz\u0103\/ s\u0103 nu<br \/>\ndevin\u0103\/ o figurin\u0103\u201d fredon\u00e2nd aceea\u0219i<br \/>\nmelodie, dovedesc c\u0103 poezia ei e o trecere \u00een<br \/>\nalt\u0103 fire, un \u021bip\u0103t ce se \u201erostogole\u0219te \u00eentr-o alt\u0103<br \/>\nlume: \u201eeu le iubesc mult\/ sunt ale mele&#8230;\/ de<br \/>\nparc\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi curge ploaia pe fa\u021b\u0103\u201d. C\u00e2nd plou\u0103,<br \/>\ncititorul o poate sim\u021bi st\u00e2nd la geam \u0219i<br \/>\ng\u00e2ndind c\u0103 simbolistica p\u0103s\u0103rii din poezie \u021bine<br \/>\nde eleva\u021bie \u0219i n\u0103zuin\u021ba de ridicare \u201e\u00een Calea-<br \/>\nLactee\u201d spre a deveni o stea.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nMat\u00edas Escalera CORDERO<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/cordero.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-1\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/cordero.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"242\" height=\"235\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-12575 lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 242px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 242\/235;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/cordero.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"242\" height=\"235\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-12575\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Mat\u00edas Escalera Cordero (Madrid, 1956).<br \/>\nPublic\u0103 opt c\u0103r\u021bi: poezie, roman<br \/>\n\u0219i eseu \u0219i \u00een numeroase antologii.<br \/>\nEste membru al colectivului<br \/>\nrevistei de filologie Verba Hispanica,<br \/>\neditat\u0103 de Universitatea din Liubliana.<br \/>\nPrime\u0219te premiul \u00eent\u00e2i de literatur\u0103 dramatic\u0103<br \/>\nSala Margarita Xirgu (Alcal\u00e1 deHenares),<br \/>\npentru piesa de teatru Refugiul (GPS, 2009)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Iubire f\u0103r\u0103 contempl\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Lucrurile se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 a\u0219a\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u00centr-o zi unul (poate confuz<br \/>\n\u0219i obosit) pleac\u0103 \u0219i cel\u0103lalt<br \/>\nA\u0219teapt\u0103<\/p>\n<p>Timpul trece \u0219i-ntr-o alt\u0103 zi cel\u0103lalt pleac\u0103 (poate confuz<br \/>\n\u0219i obosit \u0219i el) \u0219i unul<br \/>\nA\u0219teapt\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i e c\u0103 unul \u0219i cel\u0103lalt (sau am\u00e2ndoi: la un timp) \u0218tiu<br \/>\nB\u0103nuiesc c\u0103 \u00eentoarcerea poate dura \u00een realitate o via\u021b\u0103<br \/>\n\u00centreag\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Sau poate \u2013 cel mai probabil \u2013 nu va mai fi nici o \u00eentoarcere niciodat\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i chiar \u0219i a\u0219a decid (cel pu\u021bin unul: sau decid am\u00e2ndoi<br \/>\nunul \u0219i cel\u0103lalt) S\u0103 a\u0219tepte<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n\u00cen diminea\u021ba asta plou\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00cen diminea\u021ba asta plou\u0103 domol<br \/>\n(e s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103) Mul\u021bimea \u00eenc\u0103 nu a ocupat<br \/>\nTrotuarele\u2026<\/p>\n<p>E ca-ntr-un co\u0219mar de Walt Disney\u2026<br \/>\nPlou\u0103 domol \u0219i str\u0103zile sunt goale\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Privesc prin fereastra imens\u0103 cu o cafea<br \/>\n\u0218i o \u021bigar\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2ini\u2026 (dar nu sunt Johnny Guitar<br \/>\nacum \u00een\u021beleg: sunt \u00eenc\u0103 unul dintre pro\u0219tii cu cafeaua<br \/>\n\u0219i \u021bigara<br \/>\n\u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 diminea\u021ba\u2026)<\/p>\n<p>Cea\u0219ca \u00eenc\u0103 e cald\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n<p>De ce aceast\u0103 senin\u0103tate\u2026?<br \/>\nS-ar putea muri\u2026 (a\u0219a: at\u00e2t de dulce\u2026)<\/p>\n<p>\u2026 mergi: m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc\u2026 mergi chiar dac\u0103 ai fi suferin\u021b\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n<p>(sau minciun\u0103) Nu conteaz\u0103: totul mai pu\u021bin aceast\u0103 ploaie domoal\u0103<br \/>\n\u0218i aceast\u0103 senin\u0103tate chiar mai mortal\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n<p><em>Traducere: Elisabeta BO\u021aAN<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Maria Cernegura Eram&#8230; 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