{"id":12577,"date":"2020-12-08T13:47:21","date_gmt":"2020-12-08T10:47:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12577"},"modified":"2020-12-08T13:47:21","modified_gmt":"2020-12-08T10:47:21","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-73-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12577","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 73 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia avangardei ruse <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/em><\/p>\n

Nikolai AGNIV\u021aEV <\/strong>
\n(1888\u20131932)<\/em>
\n\"\"

N\u0103scut \u00eentr-o familie de aristocra\u021bi, tat\u0103l s\u0103u fiind pre\u0219edinte de tribunal. Din cauza transferurilor de serviciu ale p\u0103rintelui, Nikolai a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat \u00een gimnaziile din mai multe ora\u0219e (Blagove\u0219censk, Vladivostok, Moscova). Se \u00eenscrie la Facultatea de Filologie a Universit\u0103\u021bii din Petersburg (1906), \u00eens\u0103 nu \u00eencheie cursurile \u2013 anii de studen\u021bie \u00eei coincid cu evenimentele primei revolu\u021bii ruse, care \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103sesc reflectarea \u00een prima sa carte \u201eC\u00e2ntece studen\u021be\u0219ti. Satir\u0103 \u0219i umor\u201d (1913). Public\u0103 \u00een revista \u201eSatirikon\u201d, ca \u0219i Sa\u0219a Ciorn\u00eei, autor cu care are afinit\u0103\u021bi tipologice. Perioada de v\u00e2rf a crea\u021biei sale este legat\u0103 de colaborarea cu teatrul-cabaret, cafenelele literare \u0219i restaurantele artistice, \u00een unele din care, se \u0219tie, avangarda era la ea acas\u0103. \u00cen anul 1921 emigreaz\u0103, public\u00e2nd la Berlin cartea \u201eC\u00e2ntecele mele\u201d (1921), o culegere \u201ePiese\u201d (1923) \u0219i a doua edi\u021bie a volumului \u201eFulminantul Sankt-Petersburg\u201d (prima ap\u0103ruse la Tbilisi, 1921). \u00cen 1922 revine \u00een Rusia. Ultima carte, \u201eDe la pudr\u0103 la camion\u201d, \u00eei apare \u00een 1927 la Moscova.<\/p>\n

Idil\u0103 African\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Odat\u0103-n Africa
\nUn giraf se sc\u0103lda \u00een r\u00e2u.
\nPe aproape
\nSe \u00eemb\u0103ia o hipopotam\u0103.
\nClar lucru \u2013
\nEa minunat\u0103 era.
\nDar nu privi\u021bi spre mine-at\u00e2t de agresiv:
\nChiar dac\u0103 hipopotama nu s-ar fi putut
\nL\u0103uda cu frumuse\u021bea ei
\n\u00cen schimb ajunsese eroin\u0103 de roman
\n\u0218i trebuie s\u0103 fie, deci, frumoas\u0103.
\nLa v\u0103zul minunatei hipopotame
\nAspra inim\u0103 de giraf
\nDeveni mai moale dec\u00e2t cea
\nMai fin\u0103 piele de c\u0103prioar\u0103
\n\u0218i \u00eenaltul, poate c\u0103 posibil mire
\nPrinse a c\u00e2nta un scherzo de iubire!<\/p>\n

\u00cens\u0103 ea
\nSoa\u021ba hipopotamului
\n\u00cei r\u0103spunse clar, cam scurt pe doi
\nC\u0103 d\u00e2nsa e o doamn\u0103 m\u0103ritat\u0103
\n\u0218i nici prin g\u00e2nd nu-i trece ca
\nDe dragul ori\u0219ic\u0103rui (scuza\u021bi expresia!) m\u0103gar ordinar
\nS\u0103-\u0219i \u00een\u0219ele so\u021bul
\nIar dac\u0103 el, giraful, arde de ner\u0103bdare
\nNu are dec\u00e2t s\u0103 se \u00eensoare
\nOric\u00e2t de repede pereche s\u0103-\u0219i g\u0103seasc\u0103
\nS\u0103 zicem o gir\u0103fu\u021b\u0103 fecioar\u0103…<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103-a r\u0103spunde vreun cuv\u00e2nt, oricare
\nGiraful scuip\u0103 \u0219i, grav, ie\u0219i din ap\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nDespre un crocodil<\/strong><\/p>\n

V\u0103 voi povesti despre un crocodil
\nCe g\u0103zduia \u00een Nil
\n\u0218i care lesne-ar fi p\u0103rut s\u0103 fie
\nCel mai cel din lumea crocodilosemin\u021bie.
\n\u00cen interiorul acestui barosan
\nS-ar fi putut amenaja
\nO co\u0219cogea sal\u0103 de bal!
\nIar d\u00e2nsul sup\u0103rat pe lumea-ntreag\u0103
\n\u00cenghi\u021bea turi\u0219tii ca pe ni\u0219te stridii \u2013 acest
\nNero nerod cu chip de reptil\u0103!
\nDespre n\u0103ravul lui deja se auzise
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i pe insula Java
\n\u0218i la Londra, \u00een Trapezund.
\nDar c\u00e2nd fu r\u0103pus de-un glon\u021b c\u00e2inos
\nCu nedumerire v\u0103 pot spune
\nC\u0103 din pielea lui se f\u0103cur\u0103 po\u0219ete de dam\u0103!
\nSic transit gloria mundi!
\nDeocamdat\u0103 astea-s floare la ureche
\nSau u\u0219urea repriz\u0103 umoristic\u0103
\nPentru c\u0103 de aici \u00eencolo \u00eencepe
\nO adev\u0103rat\u0103 mistic\u0103!
\nImagina\u021bi-v\u0103 c\u0103 asemenea po\u0219et\u0103
\nC\u0103zu pe m\u00e2inile unei oarecare Ketty
\nCunoscuta unui oarecare Jimmy
\nCare c\u00e2ndva-i fusese de dr\u0103gu\u021b
\n\u0218i care \u2013 ghinion! \u2013 fusese \u00eenghi\u021bit
\nDe crocodilul \u0103sta
\nCe-ar fi fost \u00een lumea lui
\nUn Nero cumplit-t\u00e2mpit…<\/p>\n


\nHarta ora\u0219ului Sankt-Petersburg<\/strong><\/p>\n

La Constantinopol, of, la turci
\nSta aruncat\u0103, rupt\u0103, cu pete negre, multe
\n\u201eHarta ora\u0219ului Sankt-Petersburg\u201d
\nLa scar\u0103: 1 \u021bol \u2013 st\u00e2njeni 300…<\/p>\n

\u0218i tres\u0103rir\u0103 vechile-amintiri!…
\nSe stinse pasul… Lacrimi mijir\u0103, mute
\n\u0218i triste\u021bea, la fel cum e pe hart\u0103
\n\u00centr-un \u021bol \u2013 st\u00e2njeni cam 300…<\/p>\n


\n\u0218apte surori<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe strada Vvedenskai pe o parte
\n\u0218i cealalt\u0103 tr\u0103iesc surori \u0219apte
\nAsemeni cu \u0219apte boschete de iasomie
\nMinunate.
\nDora,
\nLiuba,
\nLena,
\nNina,
\nKatea,
\nTanea,
\nA \u0219aptea fiind Manea…
\n\u0218i fiecare, oarec\u00e2t evident,
\nAre c\u00e2te un gen de talent,
\nBa \u0219i altul ni\u021bel mai minor.
\nNina
\nC\u00e2nt\u0103 la pian,
\nLiuba
\nRecite\u0219te din poeme de Sologub,
\nLena
\nD\u2019ale lui Verlaine,
\nIar Dora
\nSpune versuri hinduse de Tagore.
\nIar Tanea \u0219i Katea
\nParc\u0103 ar avea-n g\u00e2tlej vocea
\nItaliencei Adelina Patti.
\nAr mai fi de men\u021bionat, poate,
\nC\u0103 la ale sale Katea
\nAr fi ni\u021bel hop pe-o parte!
\nIar cea mai d\u0103ruit\u0103 dintre ele-i Manea!
\nAh, Manea, adev\u0103rat\u0103 minune,
\nAtrage lume de pe lume!
\nPentru c\u0103 doar una d\u00e2nsa nu declam\u0103,
\nNu face muzic\u0103
\n\u0218i nu-i zice la pian nicio gam\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMoartea poetului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Re\u021bine\u021bi: undeva c\u00e2ndva tr\u0103ia
\nUn poet solitar, cum ar veni…
\n\u00cen via\u021ba sa, ca mai to\u021bi poe\u021bii,
\nA scris, b\u0103u vin, iubi. <\/p>\n

Ocolind Bog\u0103\u021bie \u0219i Glorie,
\nMoartea veni la el s\u0103-i spun\u0103 franc:
\n\u201eE\u0219ti poet, deci nemuritor!… Nici
\nNu m\u0103 duce capul ce s\u0103 fac!\u201d<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbind, poetul desf\u0103cu bra\u021bele,
\nR\u0103spunz\u00e2ndu-i cu plec\u0103ciune:
\n\u201e\u00cen via\u021ba mea nu i-am refuzat, cum ar veni,
\nNiciunei dame!
\nV\u0103 rog m\u00e2nu\u0219i\u021ba!\u201d
\nI-o s\u0103rut\u0103,
\nDup\u0103 care muri…<\/p>\n


\nMstislav DOBUJINSKI <\/strong>
\n (1875\u20131957)
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut \u00een Novgorod \u00een familia unui ofi\u021ber de artilerie, familie ce descindea dintr-o veche spi\u021b\u0103 de nobili lituanieni. Frecventeaz\u0103 gimnaziul la Vilno (Vilnus). \u00cen anii 1895-1899, studiaz\u0103 dreptul la Universitatea din Petersburg. Dup\u0103 primul curs, \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 sus\u021bin\u0103 admiterea la Academia de Arte, dar e\u0219ueaz\u0103. \u00cenva\u021b\u0103 pictura \u00een studiouri particulare. \u00cen 1899-1901, la M\u00fcnchen frecventeaz\u0103 \u0219coala lui A. Achbe.
\nDebuteaz\u0103 \u00een calitate de grafician, ilustr\u00e2nd c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i reviste, printre care operele lui F. Sologub, A. Remizov, V. Ivanov, G. Ciulkov, dar \u0219i pe cele ale clasicilor literaturii universale \u2013 A. Pu\u0219kin, F. Dostoievski, H.-C. Andersen.
\nGrafica \u00eei aduce celebritatea. A activat \u00een diverse teatre importante din cele dou\u0103 capitale ruse. \u00cen 1924, \u00ee\u0219i ia cet\u0103\u021benie lituanian\u0103, lucr\u00e2nd \u00een teatrul din Riga \u0219i cel din Kaunas. \u00cen 1939, pleac\u0103 \u00een SUA s\u0103 elaboreze decorul spectacolului dostoievskian \u201eDemonii\u201d (regizor \u2013 M. Cehov). Nu mai revine \u00een Lituania ocupat\u0103 de sovietici, trec\u00e2nd printr-o perioad\u0103 de priva\u021biuni \u0219i \u00eencerc\u0103ri grele. <\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 reprezenta\u021bia piesei
\n \u201eTeatrul de b\u00e2lci\u201d a lui Blok<\/strong><\/p>\n

Umbre pe pere\u021bi,
\nPe m\u0103\u0219ti
\nPlesc\u0103ie-n ciudat\u0103 hor\u0103.
\nUmbre \u0219i m\u0103\u0219ti \u2013
\n\u00cen Lume \u2013 totul.
\nSub m\u0103\u0219ti \u2013 m\u0103\u0219tile,
\nSub ele \u00eens\u0103 \u2013 Nimicul;
\n\u201eNimicul\u201d se repet\u0103,
\nAp\u0103ru dublura lui.
\nPierrot \u2013 Arlechin \u2013
\nMiri gemeni,
\nO singur\u0103 mireas\u0103
\nDup\u0103 u\u0219\u0103 \u2013 Moartea.
\nDincolo de p\u0103m\u00e2nt sub picioare \u2013
\nT\u0103cere \u2013 Nimic.
\nIar acolo \u2013 Arlechinul!
\nDintr-acolo \u2013 Moartea \u2013
\nEtern\u0103 mireas\u0103,
\nSo\u021bie \u0219i Mam\u0103. \u2013
\nBucur\u0103-te, Pierrot,
\nTu e\u0219ti unul \u0219i mire,
\nMireasa-i \u00een urm\u0103 \u2013
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103: nu vezi.
\nNu pl\u00e2nge, Pierrot,
\nE\u0219ti mire \u2013 e\u0219ti dublat:
\nVei \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a Arlechinul
\n\u00cen \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area Ei.<\/p>\n

(1907)<\/p>\n


\nZ\u00e2mbetul ciudatelor buze…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbetul ciudatelor buze-n contur deformat
\nSt\u0103 \u00eenaintea mea, palid umbrindu-mi fa\u021b\u0103
\nCu privirea fix\u0103 \u0219i spr\u00e2ncene cutez\u0103toare
\nSpre mine \u00eenclin\u00e2ndu-se ea tace impasibil\u0103<\/p>\n

Tac \u0219i eu b\u00e2nd otrava viselor<\/p>\n

Negr\u0103bit s\u0103 m\u0103-ntorc \u00een sclavia zilelor f\u0103r\u0103 griji
\n\u00cen fa\u021ba mea e zidul rece mut \u0219i abrupt \u2013
\nDup\u0103 el se-nal\u021b\u0103 gr\u0103dina alintului
\nCu ce\u021boasele fructe ale iluziilor<\/p>\n


\nPetersburg<\/strong><\/p>\n

Negrul, coco\u0219atul pod de piatr\u0103
\nAt\u00e2rn\u0103 peste sumbra ap\u0103 a canalului.
\nOameni gri, unul dup\u0103 altul,
\nMerg \u00een\u0219irui\u021bi pe lunecosul pod,
\nLeit orbii ce s-ar \u00eenghesui \u00een bezn\u0103,
\nSchimb\u00e2ndu-se unii pe al\u021bii,
\nSpun\u00e2ndu-\u0219i cine \u0219tie ce cuvinte,
\nUmbre dup\u0103 umbre pe-al\u0103turi de mine
\nTrec ca s\u0103 dispar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 urme-n
\nCea\u021ba nop\u021bii \u0219i-n degringolada
\nLarmei urbane. At\u00e2rn\u0103 podul
\nPeste canalul mut:
\nTrapul de copite al cailor de trac\u021biune,
\nPrin umeda z\u0103pad\u0103 \u2013 h\u00e2r\u0219\u00e2itul t\u0103lpilor de s\u0103nii,
\nNedeslu\u0219ite f\u0103r\u00e2me din frazele trec\u0103torilor…
\nPrivesc spre ad\u00e2ncimea canalului.
\n\u00cen \u00eentuneric \u2013 moarta ap\u0103 rece,
\nBolovanii de piatr\u0103 ai zidului de chei
\nSe afund\u0103-n neantul canalului ca \u00een bezn\u0103.
\n\u00centuneric de jur-\u00eemprejur \u0219i doar \u00een dep\u0103rtare
\nS-a aprins firul unui \u0219ir de felinare aurii.
\n\u00cen luciul canalului luminile
\n\u00ce\u0219i oglindesc distinct \u021bepoasa dantel\u0103rie-a razelor.
\nDar cerul nu se vede. O mai fi exist\u00e2nd?
\nN\u0103v\u0103lit-a bezna, iar \u00een suflet e deplin\u0103 confuzie.
\nAr trebui s\u0103 plec, nu import\u0103 \u00eencotro.
\nPia\u021ba. Casele stau \u00een semicerc,
\nAcoperi\u0219urile-\u0219i \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 co\u0219uri crenelate,
\nMijesc arare luminate geamuri.
\nNegresc umbre de oameni cu chipurile \u0219terse.
\nSe-adun\u0103, parc\u0103, \u00eempreun\u0103, apoi se r\u0103zle\u021besc din nou,
\n\u00cenjur\u00e2nd birj\u0103re\u0219te-n pia\u021ba \u00eentunecoas\u0103,
\nUnul celuilalt rup\u00e2ndu-\u0219i boarfele puturos mirositoare.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Pia\u021ba e pustie, ei s-au ghemuit prin unghere,
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 zid str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-se ca un perete viu,
\nStau unul dup\u0103 altul, a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere;
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 se deschid\u0103 por\u021bile…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Stau nemi\u0219ca\u021bi, aproape contopindu-se,
\nParc\u0103 \u00eentrup\u00e2nd un \u0219erpuitor vierme cenu\u0219iu.
\nStau r\u0103bd\u0103tori, g\u00e2rbovi\u021bi, \u00een zdren\u021be,
\nSpre mine \u00een mu\u021benie privind.<\/p>\n


\nPoem despre prin\u021bes\u0103<\/strong>
\nPentru S.G.<\/em><\/p>\n

Pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt vie\u021buia o prin\u021bes\u0103,
\nDe nimeni nu se temea.
\nChip de copil\u0103 micu\u021b\u0103, \u2013
\nInima \u00eens\u0103, mai tare dec\u00e2t cremenea.
\nVie\u021buia \u00een castelu-i prin\u021besa
\nF\u0103r\u0103-a cunoa\u0219te furtuni.
\nIubea rozele gr\u0103dinii
\n\u0218i c\u00e2nta, desen\u00e2nd ceva grotesc.
\nUneori arfa vibra
\nSub degetele micu\u021belor m\u00e2ini;
\nAcelea\u0219i degete vindecau
\nSuferinda lume din jur.
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2nul duce \u0219i ducesa
\n\u00cei adorau creatura.
\nFra\u021bii \u00eei slujeau prin\u021besei
\nCa ni\u0219te paji \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103te\u0219ti
\nAlerg\u00e2nd \u00eempreun\u0103 cu ea
\nFiindu-i prieteni buni.
\nPe to\u021bi \u00eei cucerea prin\u021besa
\nTr\u0103ind \u00een palatul ei.
\nAsemeni arabilor la Kaaba
\nOamenii veneau la ea.
\nPe-acolo se ab\u0103tuser\u0103 \u0219i mul\u021bi
\nTineri purta\u021bi de speran\u021b\u0103,
\nMinuna\u021bi cavaleri,
\nGlorio\u0219i musafiri de peste \u021b\u0103ri \u0219i m\u0103ri.
\nTo\u021bi se-nchinau c\u0103tre ea,
\nCer\u00e2ndu-i m\u00e2na \u0219i inima,
\nInimile tuturor fiind
\nArse de negrii ei ochi.
\nOchi care, dulce \u0219i tandru,
\nDar \u0219i aspru puteau sc\u00e2nteia,
\nSe \u00eent\u00e2mpla s\u0103 luceasc\u0103 \u00een lacrimi,
\nSe \u00eent\u00e2mpla s\u0103 se-aprind\u0103 r\u00e2z\u00e2nd.
\n\u0218i-n sonorul s\u0103u r\u00e2set prin\u021besa
\nEra mai frumoas\u0103 ca toate!
\nPutea \u00eens\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219i \u00een\u021bepe
\n(Ace\u0219ti ochi v\u0103zuser\u0103 orice),
\nCu o vorb\u0103 de duh reu\u0219ind
\nToate s\u0103 le fac\u0103 praf.
\n\u0218i chiar r\u00e2dea obidit\u0103
\nDe cei care dragi \u00eei erau.
\n\u0218i delicata ei m\u00e2n\u0103 forte
\nNim\u0103nui nu a fost s-o cedeze.<\/p>\n

(1920)<\/p>\n


\nNOP\u021aI ALBE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am tot colindat nop\u021bile prin Petersburg,
\n\u00cen albe nop\u021bi, \u00een lungul canalelor pustii.
\nStr\u00e2ngeam cu palmele recile balustrade,
\nPeste apa neagr\u0103 \u00eenclin\u00e2ndu-m\u0103.
\n\u00cen \u00eentunecatele oglinzi ale canalelor dormeau
\nR\u0103sturna\u021bii pere\u021bi ai cl\u0103dirilor,
\n\u00cen ape sclipindu-\u0219i sticlele geamurilor
\nCe ardeau \u00een b\u0103taia \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103ratei z\u0103ri.
\nOare nu chiar l\u00e2ng\u0103 aceste grilaje v\u0103zuse
\nDostoievski pe Nastenka lui
\nC\u00e2ndva, pe c\u00e2nd ea privea disperat\u0103
\n\u00cen aceea\u0219i ap\u0103 somnoroas\u0103-a canalului?
\n\u00cen acea noapte zarea cu o tihnit\u0103 triste\u021be
\nSe reflecta \u00een ferestre, precum ast\u0103zi,
\nIar cerul verzui aurea
\nAcela\u0219i v\u00e2rf de s\u0103geat\u0103 al Amiralit\u0103\u021bii.
\n\u00cen lini\u0219te pa\u0219ii r\u0103sunau \u00een ecou,
\nC\u00e2nd str\u0103b\u0103team dosnice stradele,
\nUnde-n bezna caselor stau pere\u021bi gola\u0219i
\nDincolo de muta demarca\u021bie a-ngr\u0103diturii.
\nEcoul de asemenea repet\u0103
\nSinguraticii pa\u0219i ai orfanilor
\nAcelor, care pe Nastenka lor o pierduser\u0103
\n\u00cen noaptea alb\u0103, pe str\u0103zi pustii.<\/p>\n

(1922)<\/p>\n


\nMihaela AIONESEI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ca o pas\u0103re prins\u0103 \u00eentr-un clon\u021b de lup<\/strong><\/p>\n

Al \u0219aselea sim\u021b a stat preocupat ca un \u0219oarece de bibliotec\u0103
\nron\u021b\u0103ind pe r\u00e2nd Citadela lui Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry
\nRaznele lui Cioran. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een st\u00e2nga \u0219i \u00een dreapta
\nm-am aruncat \u00een scrierile lui Kafka. Vizuin\u0103 mi-a fost
\ninima \u00een care mama cobora la s\u0103rb\u0103tori s\u0103 aprind\u0103
\n\u00eentunericul negru ca un arm\u0103sar cu o bucat\u0103 de cer
\n\u0219i eu o a\u0219teptam cu ner\u0103bdarea pruncului
\nnen\u0103scut s\u0103 ia prima gur\u0103 de aer.<\/p>\n

Zile \u00een \u0219ir deraiam \u00eentre r\u0103s\u0103rituri \u0219i ploi p\u00e2n\u0103
\nmi se f\u0103cea frig \u00een umbra strecurat\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 pere\u021bii
\nde cear\u0103 ermetic \u00eenchi\u0219i s\u0103 nu simt otrava venit\u0103 dinafar\u0103.
\nSerile beam un ceai din flori de plumb cu Bacovia
\nstabileam o Ordine a cuvintelor cu Nichita
\n\u00een care tu erai eroul \u2013 singurul care \u0219tia
\ns\u0103 mute cimitirul de umbre \u00eentr-o poveste cu happy end.<\/p>\n

\u00cen anotimpuri albe Blaga mi-a \u021binut corola de lumini
\npe frunte a\u0219a c\u0103 n-am sim\u021bit c\u00e2nd primul lup
\nmi s-a cuib\u0103rit ca un \u00eenger sleit de rug\u0103ciuni \u00een palm\u0103.
\nNici c\u00e2nd cel de-al treilea a s\u0103rit la g\u00e2tul iubirii
\nn\u0103scut\u0103 \u00eentr-o toamn\u0103 joi c\u00e2nd noi eram
\ndoar doi eroi cuprin\u0219i de-o mirabil\u0103 sete de a fi
\nfl\u0103c\u0103rile unei cruci aprinse de dorul \u00eentregirii
\npe fruntea lat\u0103 \u0219i at\u00e2t de \u00eentortocheat\u0103
\na unui neam legat la ochi cu un curcubeu.<\/p>\n

Degeaba am str\u00e2ns t\u0103ceri \u00een din\u021bi
\np\u00e2n\u0103 moartea mi-a scr\u00e2\u0219nit \u00een oase.
\nDegeaba ne-am destr\u0103mat nebune\u0219te
\npentru un ideal n\u0103scut s\u0103 moar\u0103 \u00een fa\u0219\u0103.
\nDegeaba tu. Degeaba eu. Doi saltimbanci
\nai imperfec\u021biunii am fost. Nimic mai mult.<\/p>\n

Acum m\u0103 adun, m\u0103 azv\u00e2rl \u00een lun\u0103
\nca pe-o bucat\u0103 de p\u00e2ine la c\u00e2ini \u0219i strig:
\nD\u0103-mi, Doamne, alt trup \u00een care s\u0103-mi port
\nca pe un rege sufletul nebun care se zbate
\nca o pas\u0103re prins\u0103 \u00eentr-un clon\u021b de lup
\n\u0219i d\u0103-mi lini\u0219tea dinaintea tr\u0103d\u0103rii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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