{"id":12902,"date":"2021-01-07T15:10:38","date_gmt":"2021-01-07T12:10:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12902"},"modified":"2021-01-07T15:10:38","modified_gmt":"2021-01-07T12:10:38","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-64-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12902","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 64 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
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La \u201eHyperion\u201d, c\u00e2ndva, demult\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Domni\u0219oara Bogdana S\u00e2ngeorzan, la birou, \u00eengropat\u0103 \u00eentr-un mald\u0103r de h\u00e2rtii, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd ceva \u00eentr-un dic\u021bionar. Primul \u0219i, pentru mult\u0103 vreme, singurul ei serviciu, dup\u0103 absolvirea facult\u0103\u021bii. \u00cen cele c\u00e2teva luni care trecuser\u0103 de c\u00e2nd se angajase la firma de traduceri \u201eHyperion\u201d, (\u201ece nume preten\u021bios!\u201d comentase \u00een g\u00e2nd), apucase s\u0103-\u0219i cunoasc\u0103 destul de bine colegele \u0219i colegii, se \u0219i \u00eemprietenise cu mai t\u00e2n\u0103ra Karina, dar n-o pl\u0103cea pe \u201etovar\u0103\u0219a\u201d Dionisia, o femeie frumoas\u0103, dar frivol\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 ostentativ cu lucruri scumpe \u0219i la mod\u0103, \u00eempodobit\u0103 cu bijuterii masive de aur. Snoab\u0103, era o prezen\u021b\u0103 strident\u0103 \u00eentr-un birou modest \u0219i cenu\u0219iu. Vorbea ve\u0219nic tare, \u00eenso\u021bindu-\u0219i vorbele cu gesturi largi, repezite, de parc\u0103 altfel n-ar fi atras suficient de mult aten\u021bia celor din jur.
\n\u2014 Am treab\u0103 \u00een biroul de al\u0103turi, dac\u0103 m\u0103 caut\u0103 cineva \u2013 m\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219te acolo, tun\u0103 deodat\u0103 Dionisia \u0219i ie\u0219i furtunos, c\u0103 a\u0219a era ea mereu, ca o furtun\u0103.
\nLa scurt timp o c\u0103ut\u0103, \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, cineva. Un t\u00e2n\u0103r \u00eenalt, brunet, cu musta\u021b\u0103, cu fa\u021ba creol\u0103 \u0219i ochi mari, c\u0103prui-\u00eenchis, aproape negri.
\n\u2014 Bun\u0103 ziua, o caut pe Dionisia Mioc, unde o pot g\u0103si?
\nBogdana \u00ee\u0219i ridic\u0103 privirea din dic\u021bionar \u0219i dintre h\u00e2rtii \u0219i, cum nimeni nu se gr\u0103bea s\u0103-i r\u0103spund\u0103, z\u00e2mbi amabil \u0219i f\u0103cu ea oficiile:
\n\u2014 \u00cen biroul de al\u0103turi.
\n\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, zise t\u00e2n\u0103rul \u0219i z\u0103bovi cu privirea asupra Bogdanei.
\nFata sim\u021bi cum \u00eei n\u0103v\u0103le\u0219te s\u00e2ngele \u00een obraji, a\u0219a p\u0103\u021bea mereu c\u00e2nd era privit\u0103 insistent, se \u00eembujora \u0219i-i era foarte ciud\u0103 c\u0103 p\u0103\u021be\u0219te a\u0219a ceva.
\nA doua zi, c\u0103ci numai a doua zi s-a mai ar\u0103tat Dionisia la biroul ei, \u00een loc de \u201ebun\u0103 diminea\u021ba!\u201d r\u0103sun\u0103 \u00eentrebarea:
\n\u2014 B\u0103i, fetelor, ieri m-a c\u0103utat un gagiu. Cine i-a spus unde sunt?
\n\u2014 Eu, recunoscu Bogdana, cam cu jum\u0103tate de glas, c\u0103 tonul aspru al \u00eentreb\u0103rii o intimidase. Am f\u0103cut r\u0103u? N-ar fi trebuit s\u0103-i spun?
\n\u2014 Ba da, ba da! Numai c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 identific persoana pentru c\u0103, young lady, t\u00e2n\u0103rul vrea s\u0103 te cunoasc\u0103. E Tudor Serafim, un prieten de-al meu.
\n\u2014 O fi, numai c\u0103 eu nu vreau s\u0103-l cunosc, se gr\u0103bise Bogdana s\u0103 refuze, nu pentru c\u0103 ar fi avut ceva \u00eempotriva acelui Tudor, dar ideea de a intra \u00een anturajul Dionisiei \u00eei displ\u0103cea profund. \u0218i iar se \u00eenro\u0219i, mai cu seam\u0103 c\u0103 Dionisia tr\u00e2ntise a\u0219a, \u00een gura mare, s\u0103 aud\u0103 to\u021bi ce vrea t\u00e2n\u0103rul cu pricina. S\u0103 fi trecut o lun\u0103 de c\u00e2nd refuzase \u0219i nici c\u0103 se mai g\u00e2ndise la Tudor de atunci.
\n\u2014 Gagico, nu te-ai r\u0103zg\u00e2ndit? o abord\u0103 pe nepus\u0103-mas\u0103 Dionisia.
\n\u2014 \u00cen ce privin\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103zg\u00e2ndesc?
\n\u2014 Cu Tudor, c\u0103 m\u0103 tot bate la cap\u2026
\n\u2014 Nu, nu m-am r\u0103zg\u00e2ndit.
\n\u2014 Stai a\u0219a, c\u0103 m-am prins! Tu ai un prieten \u0219i de-aia\u2026
\n\u2014 N-am niciun prieten. Dar nu vreau s\u0103-l cunosc pe Tudor. Nu m\u0103 intereseaz\u0103.
\n\u201eCe joc o fi \u0103sta?! La o adic\u0103, dac\u0103 vrea s\u0103 facem cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103, \u0219tie unde lucrez, ce nevoie are de Dionisia?! Cred c\u0103 face ea pe codoa\u0219a-pe\u021bitoare, nu o bate el la cap\u201d. \u0218i, suspect\u00e2nd c\u0103 e vorba mai degrab\u0103 de un \u201earanjament\u201d sau de o ambi\u021bie a colegei, c\u00e2nd, peste \u00eenc\u0103 vreo dou\u0103 luni, aceasta o invit\u0103 s\u0103 petreac\u0103 Revelionul la ea, \u201ec\u0103 vine \u0219i Tudor\u201d, Bogdana refuz\u0103 din nou. Ba chiar \u00eencepuse s\u0103 o irite situa\u021bia, a\u0219a c\u0103 o repezi pe Dionisia:
\n\u2014 N-am fost destul de explicit\u0103 \u00een leg\u0103tur\u0103 cu Tudor? \u0218i, de altfel, i-am promis Karinei c\u0103 merg la ea de Revelion.
\n\u201eCe, Doamne iart\u0103-m\u0103, fac?!\u201d se privi imediat \u00een oglind\u0103 Bogdana. Karina n-o invitase, era o minciun\u0103. \u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 tocmai a rostit o jum\u0103tate de refuz, ceva care poate fi interpretat drept \u201eda, a\u0219 fi venit, dar am r\u0103spuns deja altei invita\u021bii\u201d. Trebuia, acum, s\u0103-i cear\u0103 Karinei s\u0103 n-o dea de gol. \u0218i-i trecu a\u0219a, vag, prin minte, c\u0103 poate ar fi bine ca \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 zi s\u0103 dea, totu\u0219i, fa\u021b\u0103 cu Tudor, s\u0103 l\u0103mureasc\u0103 lucrurile, s\u0103-i spun\u0103 lui, direct, ce \u0219i cum, s\u0103 scape de intermediari, s\u0103 se termine odat\u0103 joaca asta care nu duce nic\u0103ieri \u0219i nu face bine nim\u0103nui. Karina a fost de acord s\u0103 o \u201eacopere\u201d \u00een privin\u021ba Revelionului \u0219i\u2026 da, \u0219i ei i se p\u0103rea anapoda toat\u0103 situa\u021bia\u2026 Adic\u0103 de ce nu vine el, \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103, la birou c\u0103 nu ar\u0103ta deloc s\u0103 fie vreun sfios\u2026, dimpotriv\u0103. P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, Dionisia a ticluit un scenariu, sau cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a a
\nb\u0103nuit un timp Bogdana, c\u0103 a fost un scenariu. N-a mai zis nimic de Tudor, ca \u0219i cum \u201easta e!, t\u00e2n\u0103rul a \u00een\u021beles \u0219i a renun\u021bat\u201d, \u00eens\u0103 \u00eentr-o duminic\u0103, prin prim\u0103var\u0103, a sunat-o de urgen\u021b\u0103, de la o cabin\u0103 telefonic\u0103:
\n\u2014 Hello, gagico, am r\u0103mas \u00een pan\u0103 la intrarea \u00een ora\u0219, e aproape de tine \u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 ai ma\u0219in\u0103. Mi-ar trebui o roat\u0103 de rezerv\u0103 sau ma\u0219ina, s\u0103 merg la vulcanizare\u2026 po\u021bi s\u0103 m\u0103 aju\u021bi?
\n\u2014 Ma\u0219ina nu-i a mea, e a tatii, dar vin, las\u0103-mi zece minute\u2026
\n\u2014 Vezi c\u0103 sunt pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 F\u00e2nt\u00e2na cu doi meri, \u00eenainte de intersec\u021bie\u2026
\n\u2014 Te g\u0103sesc eu, nicio grij\u0103!
\nC\u00e2nd a ajuns, dup\u0103 un sfert de or\u0103, era \u0219i Tudor acolo, chipurile a trecut \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor cu ma\u0219ina, a v\u0103zut c\u0103 Dionisia are probleme \u0219i a oprit s\u0103 o ajute, ne\u0219tiind c\u0103 o chemase pe Bogdana. T\u00e2n\u0103ra a suspectat c\u0103 Dionisia a construit scenariul \u00eent\u00e2lnirii, de\u0219i Tudor, p\u0103r\u00e2nd sincer surprins, o \u00eent\u00e2mpinase cu:
\n\u2014 Ia te uit\u0103 ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 destinul! Ne-a fost dat s\u0103 ne revedem. Sunt Tudor Serafim, cel de care ai tot fugit.
\n\u2014 Bogdana S\u00e2ngeorzan, \u00eemi pare bine\u2026, rosti politicos Bogdana, \u00eentinz\u00e2nd, formal, m\u00e2na.
\nTudor i-a re\u021binut m\u00e2na \u00eentr-a lui \u0219i iar a privit-o ca atunci, la birou, direct, \u0219i Bogdana s-a \u00eembujorat, s-a f\u00e2st\u00e2cit, \u0219i-a retras iute m\u00e2na, a dat s\u0103 fug\u0103\u2026 \u201eeu plec, v\u0103 las, acum nu mai e nevoie de ajutorul meu\u201d\u2026
\n\u2014 Dac\u0103 tot a fost s\u0103 fie, mai r\u0103m\u00e2i pu\u021bin, n-o s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple nimic r\u0103u dac\u0103 schimb\u0103m dou\u0103 vorbe.
\n\u0218i \u201edou\u0103 vorbe\u201d s-au f\u0103cut mai multe, c\u0103 Dionisia o zbughise, cu ma\u0219ina lui Tudor, la vulcanizare, poruncind cu glas ridicat:
\n\u2014 Sta\u021bi aici, m\u00e2nca-v-ar mama de porumbei, m\u0103 \u00eentorc imediat s\u0103 aduc roata, mai g\u00e2nguri\u021bi \u0219i voi p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci.
\nTudor era foarte sigur pe el, \u201ecam arogant\u201d, observ\u0103 Bogdana, \u00eens\u0103 vorba lui avea un anumit farmec, o cucerea, vr\u00e2nd-nevr\u00e2nd, printr-o elegant\u0103 combina\u021bie de sobrietate asezonat\u0103 cu ironie u\u0219oar\u0103 \u0219i cu volute fin curtenitoare.
\n\u2014 Hai s\u0103 schimb\u0103m decorul \u0103sta rutier, uite, la doi pa\u0219i de noi sunt merii \u00eenflori\u021bi l\u00e2ng\u0103 f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, vino cu mine, s\u0103 st\u0103m la umbra lor p\u00e2n\u0103 se \u00eentoarce Dionisia. Nu-i p\u0103cat de ziua asta frumoas\u0103 \u0219i senin\u0103, s\u0103 a\u0219tept\u0103m l\u00e2ng\u0103 ma\u0219ini?
\n\u0218i Tudor a vrut s-o ia de m\u00e2n\u0103, s-o conduc\u0103. Bogdana s-a ferit, \u0219i-a \u00eenfundat m\u00e2inile \u00een buzunarele gin\u0219ilor, au mers al\u0103turi c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la merii \u00eenflori\u021bi, s-au sprijinit de trunchiurile lor \u0219i au stat de vorb\u0103 sub coroanele \u00eenc\u0103rcate de petale.
\n\u2014 De ce ai fugit de mine at\u00e2ta timp?
\n\u2014 Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 de tine am fugit sau de g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 e\u0219ti din anturajul Dionisiei, \u00een preajma c\u0103reia nu m\u0103 simt bine, nu m\u0103 simt \u00een largul meu, n-avem ce discuta, n-avem nici preocup\u0103ri, nici gusturi comune\u2026
\n\u2014 Totu\u0219i, ai venit s-o aju\u021bi.
\n\u2014 Asta e cu totul altceva.
\n\u2014 \u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 suntem la fel. S\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 nu fac parte din anturajul ei, am al\u021bi prieteni, dar, c\u00e2nd e la ananghie, o ajut, c\u0103 nu-i u\u0219or s\u0103 fii singur.
\n\u2014 \u0218i\u2026 de Revelion?! insinu\u0103 Bogdana ideea c\u0103, de obicei, treci pragul de An Nou al\u0103turi de cei apropia\u021bi, \u0219i dragi, \u0219i asemeni \u021bie.
\n\u2014 Am acceptat invita\u021bia cu speran\u021ba c\u0103 te va convinge s\u0103 vii \u0219i tu, dar uite c\u0103 nu te-a \u00eenduplecat.
\n\u2014 De ce mi-ai transmis mesaje prin ea? Ai fi putut s\u0103 iei altfel leg\u0103tura cu mine, \u0219tiai unde m\u0103 po\u021bi g\u0103si.
\n\u2014 N-am vrut s\u0103 dau buzna, s\u0103 trec peste refuzurile tale f\u0103r\u0103 voia ta.
\n\u2014 Nu pari genul care s\u0103 se \u201e\u00eempiedice\u201d de a\u0219a ceva, de refuzuri, dimpotriv\u0103.
\n\u2014 \u00cen general a\u0219a e, ai dreptate. Totu\u0219i, cu tine a fost altceva\u2026 c\u00e2nd te-am v\u0103zut acolo\u2026 era \u00een ochii t\u0103i at\u00e2ta lumin\u0103 \u0219i un fel de bucurie cald\u0103, \u0219i mi-ai r\u0103spuns z\u00e2mbind\u2026 Singurul z\u00e2mbet \u00eentr-un birou cu func\u021bionari plictisi\u021bi \u0219i \u00eencrunta\u021bi\u2026
\n\u2014 \u0218i-atunci ai schimbat strategia aplicat\u0103 \u00een general, picur\u0103 Bogdana un strop de ap\u0103 rece \u00een conversa\u021bie, c\u0103 sim\u021bea cum o fur\u0103 cuvintele lui Tudor, \u0219i parc\u0103 se r\u0103stoarn\u0103 ceva pe dinl\u0103untrul ei, \u0219i parc\u0103 ar vrea ca Dionisia s\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rzie, s\u0103 mai fac\u0103 o pan\u0103.
\n\u2014 Ei, poftim, credeam c\u0103 eu sunt cel cinic! O brum\u0103 de sensibilitate mi-a dat \u0219i mie Dumnezeu, o p\u0103strez pentru tine, m\u0103 str\u0103duiesc din r\u0103sputeri s-o exprim, iar tu ce-mi faci? Bogdana, Bogdana, fat\u0103 frumoas\u0103, ce-mi faci?
\n\u2014 \u00cencerc s\u0103 fiu mai pu\u021bin serafic\u0103 dec\u00e2t\u2026 domnul Serafim, specul\u0103 Bogdana.
\n\u2014 Cu alte cuvinte, spui c\u0103 tu e\u0219ti cea cu picioarele pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, iar eu sunt cel cu capul \u00een nori sau cu nori \u00een cap. (\u0218i iar c\u0103ut\u0103 s\u0103 prind\u0103 privirea fetei, dar ea se uita la florile de m\u0103r \u0219i se \u00eembujor\u0103 c\u0103, uite, el \u00een\u021belesese cu totul altceva din vorba ei.)
\n\u2014 Nu, n-am vrut s\u0103 spun asta\u2026, se ap\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i sim\u021bi c\u0103-i pier cuvintele.
\n\u2014 Dar ai spus-o. Bine c\u0103 \u0219tiu, ca \u2013 vorba ta \u2013 s\u0103 schimb strategia. Bogdana\u2026 \u0219tii c\u0103 n-am mai \u00eent\u00e2lnit numele t\u0103u \u0219i nici pe cineva ca tine? C\u00e2nd sfioas\u0103, c\u00e2nd rebel\u0103. Cum ar fi s\u0103 fii Bogdana Serafim? trecu Tudor la atac frontal.
\n\u2014 Sun\u0103 grav \u0219i nepotrivit, \u00eencerc\u0103 domni\u0219oara S\u00e2ngeorzan s\u0103 scape nev\u0103t\u0103mat\u0103 dintr-o \u00eentrebare at\u00e2t de nea\u0219teptat\u0103, sun\u0103 ca o\u2026, ca un\u2026 (\u0219i c\u0103uta s\u0103 spun\u0103 \u201eantitez\u0103\u201d sau \u201eoximoron\u201d, dar nu g\u0103sea cuvintele).
\n\u2014 Hai s\u0103 te ajut: sun\u0103 ca o cerere \u00een c\u0103s\u0103torie f\u0103cut\u0103 prea devreme de un b\u0103rbat cu nori \u00een cap unei femei cu picioarele pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. A\u0219 vrea s\u0103-\u021bi pot spune asta poetic, s\u0103 fie ca o ninsoare de petale din florile de m\u0103r\u2026
\n\u201eDoamne, de ce \u00eent\u00e2rzie Dionisia? De ce nu vine odat\u0103?\u201d se r\u0103zg\u00e2ndi Bogdana, c\u0103ci iar\u0103\u0219i sim\u021bea rostogolirea aia l\u0103untric\u0103, sim\u021bea c\u0103 ea, iubitoarea de poezie, \u00ee\u0219i pierde cuvintele, \u00een vreme ce Tudor, \u201ecinicul\u201d, devine poet. \u0218i parc\u0103 inima ei bate mai tare dec\u00e2t adineaori, \u0219i de ce i-or fi arz\u00e2nd a\u0219a obrajii?! \u00ce\u0219i cobor\u00ee privirea \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 scormoneasc\u0103 u\u0219or, cu v\u00e2rful pantofului, firele de iarb\u0103 proasp\u0103t\u0103. Parc\u0103 ar fi vrut s\u0103 le dezr\u0103d\u0103cineze, dar nu f\u0103cea altceva dec\u00e2t s\u0103 le resfire cu bl\u00e2nde\u021be. Iar Tudor insista c\u0103 asta a fost voin\u021ba destinului, ca ei s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103, \u0219i c\u0103 \u00eel \u00eentristeaz\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2narea ei de a suspecta un scenariu de-al Dionisiei.
\n\u2014 De ce nu m\u0103 crezi c\u0103 sunt sincer? Ce-i cu spaima \u0219i \u00eencordarea asta de c\u0103prioar\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103? A\u0219a a fost s\u0103 fie\u2026 Ridic\u0103-\u021bi privirea \u0219i o s\u0103 vezi c\u0103\u2026
\n\u2014 Gata, huluba\u0219ilor, m-am \u00eentors, s-a rezolvat! strig\u0103 Dionisia de pe marginea \u0219oselei, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-le semn cu m\u00e2na s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 la ma\u0219ini. Dionisia n\u0103v\u0103lise cu tot pragmatismul ei prozaic peste momentul poetic \u00een desf\u0103\u0219urare. Tudor \u0219i Bogdana schimbar\u0103 \u00eentre ei priviri \u0219i z\u00e2mbete \u00eeng\u0103duitoare \u201ea\u0219a e ea, fire zbuciumat\u0103, n-ai ce-i face\u201d\u2026 C\u00e2t timp Tudor mont\u0103 roata, Dionisia o re\u021binu pe Bogdana cu o suit\u0103 de mul\u021bumiri \u0219i scuze \u201edac\u0103 \u0219tiam c\u0103 apare el nu te mai deranjam\u2026\u201d apoi hot\u0103r\u00ee:
\n\u2014 Acum mergem la mine, la o cafea, e un ordin! Mul\u021bam de ajutor \u0219i s\u0103 nu pierdem vremea! Haide\u021bi dup\u0103 mine!
\nS-au supus, amuza\u021bi, ordinului, s-au \u00eencolonat \u0219i au urmat-o. A fost o cafea \u00een trei tr\u0103nc\u0103nit\u0103, nu vorbit\u0103. Dionisia Mioc, dup\u0103 cel mai riguros protocol, a\u0219ezase pe mas\u0103 ce\u0219cu\u021be din por\u021belan fin, pictat manual cu motive florale, \u0219erve\u021bele din h\u00e2rtie m\u0103t\u0103soas\u0103, \u201elinguri\u021bele sunt de argint\u201d \u2013 precizase \u2013 \u201edintr-un set foarte vechi, vede\u021bi? Se vede patina\u201d. Apoi, cum conversa\u021bia l\u00e2ncezea, de dialog nici vorb\u0103, a scos o caset\u0103 mare cu bijuterii \u0219i-a \u00eenceput s\u0103 expun\u0103 zgomotos istoria fiec\u0103rei piese: \u201easta-i de la str\u0103bunica mea, e cu ametiste, br\u0103\u021bara cu turcoaze am cump\u0103rat-o eu, personal, c\u00e2nd am fost la Istan\u0219ehir, anul trecut, e \u00een set cu cerceii, bro\u0219a cu smarald \u0219i rubine am primit-o de la un admirator, inelul \u0103sta de cinci grame, cu diamant, e din aur alb, \u00eel am de la\u2026\u201d
\n\u00cempov\u0103rat\u0103 de at\u00e2tea explica\u021bii \u0219i s\u0103tul\u0103 de at\u00e2ta aur, argint \u0219i pietre pre\u021bioase, Bogdana \u0219i-a ridicat privirea \u0219i\u2026 Tudor o privea intens, oare de c\u00e2nd? se \u00eentreb\u0103 ea, \u0219i iar\u0103\u0219i sim\u021bi o zbatere de aripi fine pe dinl\u0103untru, \u0219i iar se \u00eembujor\u0103\u2026
\nRememor\u00e2nd toate, dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani, Bogdana \u00eencerca, zadarnic, s\u0103 defineasc\u0103 tr\u0103irile de atunci, s\u0103 reconstituie, s\u0103 retr\u0103iasc\u0103 ceva din emo\u021bia aceea complex\u0103 \u0219i complicat\u0103\u2026
\nDa, Peter avea dreptate. Numai c\u0103 asta, fuga asta a ei de Tudor, a fost de mult de tot. Era t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 c\u00e2nd via\u021ba a vrut altfel pentru ea. C\u0103, dup\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnirea de atunci, au fost alte \u0219i alte \u00eent\u00e2lniri cu Tudor \u0219i pe urm\u0103 nunta lor, acum 21 de ani! Doamne, ce de ani! De trei ori c\u00e2te \u0219apte s-ar fi \u00eemplinit la toamn\u0103\u2026 dac\u0103\u2026 Uite c\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103, via\u021ba a vrut altfel\u2026<\/p>\n

(Fragm. din Seara nucilor verzi<\/em>, Ed. Eikon, Buc., 2018)<\/p>\n


\nVasile GHICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Perdafuri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poe\u0163ii, ace\u015fti heralzi care prefa\u0163eaz\u0103 invazia zorilor.
\nPrivit de pe Acropole, Everestul pare o… movili\u0163\u0103.
\nDrumul cuv\u00e2ntului spre poezie este similar cu cel al lutului spre por\u0163elan.
\nI-a fost dat marii poezii s\u0103 nu \u00eencap\u0103 \u00een cuvinte.
\nFereasc\u0103 Dumnezeu s\u0103 devenim un popor de arti\u015fti! \u015ei a\u015fa ne \u00een\u0163elegem greu.
\n\u00cen alimenta\u0163ie, este grea\u0163a de prea plin. \u00cen art\u0103 – de vid.
\n\u015ei \u00eenainte de a te a\u015feza la masa de scris este nevoie de un preludiu.
\nArtistul adev\u0103rat nu poate emigra dec\u00e2t \u00eempreun\u0103 cu \u0163ara.
\nScriitorul din provincie mai bag\u0103 \u015fi el c\u00e2teodat\u0103 capul \u00een pozele de grup ale consacra\u0163ilor veni\u0163i din Capital\u0103, s\u0103 se fotografieze cu \u201eaborigenii\u201d.
\n\u00cen timpul procesului de gesta\u0163ie a operei, unii scriitori simt zv\u00e2rcoliri de pisic\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103 \u00een m\u0103runtaie.
\n\u00cen literatur\u0103, cei care nu zv\u00e2cnesc la timp vor ascu\u0163i toat\u0103 via\u0163a creioanele mae\u015ftrilor.
\nArtistul care nu-\u015fi tr\u00e2mbi\u0163eaz\u0103 cu aplomb geniul este un ratat.
\nTo\u0163i debutan\u0163ii se consider\u0103 scriitori de Formula… unu.<\/p>\n


\nSUR\u00c2SURI MIGDALATE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Arta poate fi logodna abisului cu speran\u0163a.
\nCartea debutantului merge spre libr\u0103rii precum Nata\u015fa Rostova la primul ei bal.
\nMarea art\u0103 recicleaz\u0103 disperarea lumii.
\n\u00cen art\u0103 exist\u0103 valori, nu clasamente.
\nIerarhia na\u0163iunilor este arbitrat\u0103 de cultur\u0103.
\nPl\u0103te\u015fte un critic s\u0103 te \u00eenjure! Altfel, mori anonim.
\nMuzica de org\u0103 are iriz\u0103ri de infinit.
\nPoezia – o \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fanie a orelor de tain\u0103.
\nArta autentic\u0103 are alonj\u0103 de vultur.
\nArtistul – acest oval de flac\u0103r\u0103 al con\u015ftiin\u0163ei umane.
\nArtistul este un tulbur\u0103tor regizor de furtuni suflete\u0219ti.
\nArti\u015ftii scruteaz\u0103 sufletele semenilor, a\u015fa cum vulturii \u0163intesc din \u00eenalt pe\u015ftii din ap\u0103.
\nStropul de imperfec\u0163iune poten\u0163eaz\u0103 misterul frumuse\u0163ii.<\/p>\n


\nGheorghe MOCANU<\/strong>
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\u201eMierli\u021ba c\u00e2nd e bolnav\u0103\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e\u2026Mi-am admirat b\u0103tr\u00e2nii satului, pentru c\u0103 de la fiecare am r\u0103mas cu ceva \u00een suflet. Pe nea Simion Curcanul \u00eel p\u0103strez \u00een amintire ca pe o nestemat\u0103 a adolescen\u021bei, pentru c\u0103 el m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 c\u00e2nt la fluier. \u0218i dac\u0103 \u0219tiam s\u0103 c\u00e2nt la fluier, nu mai era dec\u00e2t un pas p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 o cuceresc pe Ilinca. El m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat taina prin care s\u0103 astup \u0219i s\u0103 destup cele \u0219ase g\u0103uri ale fluierului, ca s\u0103 ias\u0103 burduiul \u2013 un joc de la noi din sat ce se juca trop\u0103ind energic de se ridica praful \u00een c\u00e2teva clipe \u2013 sau doinele printre care la loc de frunte era: \u201eMierli\u021ba c\u00e2nd e bolnav\u0103\u201d. Doina prin care ursoienii rupeau gura t\u00e2rgului la festivalurile de folclor ale Vrancei \u0219i pe care nea Vasile Chipal\u0103, cu nea Simion Curcanul \u0219i to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi fluiera\u0219i ai Ursoaiei o c\u00e2ntau dumnezeie\u0219te.
\nNu am cum uita ziua \u00een care am urcat prima oar\u0103 o scen\u0103 a festivalurilor Vrancei. N-am \u00eenchis un ochi toat\u0103 noaptea cu g\u00e2ndul la clipa \u00een care voi \u00eembr\u0103ca i\u021barii \u0219i c\u0103ma\u0219a cusut\u0103 \u00een bujori \u0219i voi lua fluierul \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i voi c\u00e2nta, s\u0103 m\u0103 vad\u0103 Ilinca lui Boroghin\u0103, de la care nu-mi puteam alunga g\u00e2ndul. Am plecat de cu noapte din Bort\u0103, peste dealul Vrancei, s\u0103 ajungem diminea\u021b\u0103 \u00een Prahuda, pe malul Z\u0103balei, cea cu apa zbuciumat\u0103, limpede \u0219i rece, iar peste tot ne \u00eent\u00e2mpina mirosul de cetin\u0103 de brad. Eram mul\u021bi ursoieni, \u0219i mai tineri, \u0219i mai b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, dar straiele albe ce le purtam ne f\u0103ceau pe to\u021bi s\u0103 p\u0103rem tineri \u0219i ne d\u0103deau o vigoare ce venea din aerul de s\u0103rb\u0103toare care b\u00e2ntuia \u021binutul Vrancei, atunci c\u00e2nd pe Dealul Tojanului se adunau fluiera\u0219ii din mun\u021bii lui \u0218tefan Cel Mare \u0219i ai Babei Vr\u00e2ncioaia.
\n\tDe urcat pe deal nu era floare la ureche, panta era destul de abrupt\u0103, scr\u00e2\u0219netul bolov\u0103ni\u0219ului amestec\u00e2ndu-se cu tropotul copitelor. Caii scoteau aburi pe n\u0103ri ca s\u0103 duc\u0103 sus, l\u00e2ng\u0103 scen\u0103, sticlele cu vin \u0219i bere, ori sarsanalele cu mici.
\nBaba Bi\u0219a, urma\u0219a de frunte a babei Rada, ie\u0219ise \u00een fa\u021ba noastr\u0103 \u015fi \u00eencepuse a se pupa cu toat\u0103 lumea. Copiii vr\u00e2ncenilor de prin partea locului, abia scula\u0163i din a\u015fternuturi, \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103deau jos c\u00e2rpeala din coada ochilor \u015fi o zbugheau pe uli\u0163\u0103, spre locul cu pricina. Se face ora nou\u0103. \u00cen grajdul lui Ionic\u0103, un ursoian chipe\u0219 care plecase din Bort\u0103 \u0219i se str\u0103mutase \u00een Valea Z\u0103balei, la poalele Tojanului, se auzeau caii lovind copitele de u\u015fa grajdului. Bradul uria\u015f din marginea apei se clatina, ascu\u0163indu-\u015fi v\u00e2rful spre cerul Vrancei. Coco\u015fii c\u00e2ntau de ceva timp, dar, cum era s\u0103rb\u0103toare \u00een calendar, nimeni nu se gr\u0103bea s\u0103 ias\u0103 din cas\u0103. Doar b\u0103bu\u0163ele mi\u015funau spre biseric\u0103. Multe c\u0103ru\u0163e pline cu oameni urcau spre Tojan. L\u00e2ng\u0103 p\u0103dure, o c\u0103prioar\u0103 fugea \u00eencotro vedea cu ochii. Pe uli\u0163a mare, tata, drept ca un cuget, mergea spre lemnar s\u0103 comande o cruce, pe care s\u0103 o pun\u0103 la p\u0103strare \u00een podul casei. Mama pleca \u015fi venea p\u0103\u015find, f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot, ca bobi\u021b\u0103 de rou\u0103. Pe deal se \u00eenfirip\u0103 veselia, \u00eenv\u0103lm\u0103\u015feala prindea contur: prune, ceap\u0103, pepeni, gr\u00e2u, porumb, g\u0103ini, oi, capre, vaci, cai, portofele, agrafe, baloane, bere, l\u0103utari, \u0163ambal, buciume, fluiere, miori\u0163e, mun\u0163i, poteci, c\u00e2ntece, r\u0103sunet, Ce mai, de toate!\u2026
\nUn pu\u015ftan cu musta\u0163a neagr\u0103 ca pana corbului str\u00e2ngea de umeri o ro\u015fcovan\u0103 cu codi\u0163e \u00eempletite p\u00e2n\u0103 la br\u00e2u. Din ochii lui \u0163\u00e2\u015fneau s\u0103ge\u0163i cu jeratec. \u00cen sat, c\u00e2inii nu mai l\u0103trau, \u00een cimitir, nu mai era nimeni, doar pietrele aduceau din ad\u00e2ncuri scheletele trosnind de at\u00e2ta dus pe lumea cealalt\u0103. Ionic\u0103, prins cu gura de o sticl\u0103 de \u201eGalben\u0103 de Odobe\u015fti\u201d, z\u00e2mbea fericit, cu ochii sticlind ca dou\u0103 cor\u0103bii pe ape. Era tare voios, ar fi vrut s\u0103 ia Z\u0103bala de coad\u0103 de bucurie, s\u0103 o \u00eenv\u00e2rt\u0103 \u00een hor\u0103 \u0219i s\u00e2rb\u0103, apoi s-o ridice deasupra capului, s\u0103-l vad\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea c\u00e2t\u0103 for\u0163\u0103 are \u00een venele lui de mocan al Vrancei.
\n\u2012 \u00cemi e\u015fti tare drag! se auzi un glas de fat\u0103 \u00een fream\u0103tul festiv. B\u0103iatul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea avea ochii pres\u0103ra\u0163i cu lev\u0103n\u0163ic\u0103\u2026 Nevestele, la un pas \u00een spatele b\u0103rba\u021bilor, \u00eei tr\u0103geau de m\u00e2nec\u0103, s\u00e2c\u00e2indu-i.
\n\u2012 Ce naiba, omule, mai avem o sut\u0103 de lei!
\n\u2012 I-am muncit, nu i-am furat!
\n\u201eDoina Vrancei\u201d c\u00e2nta printre cetini. Mocanii, tol\u0103ni\u0163i pe iarba dealului, se \u00eenfruptau din m\u00e2nc\u0103ruri, \u0163uic\u0103 \u015fi vin. V\u00e2j\u00e2ie capul de zgomot \u015fi larm\u0103. Inimile fl\u0103c\u0103ilor jucau \u00een ritmul dogorii codi\u0163elor ro\u015fcate ridicate din jarul gr\u0103tarelor \u00eencinse. Micii se \u00eentorceau pe toate p\u0103r\u0163ile, se bucurau rostogolindu-se pe gr\u0103tare, alunec\u00e2nd pe toboganele \u00eensetate, stropite cu vin.
\n\u2012 Du-te-acas\u0103 \u015fi te culc\u0103! se auzi un glas de femeie.
\n\u2012 Sunt banii mei \u015fi fac ce vreau cu ei!
\nDesfrunzirea fagilor r\u0103sfira\u0163i peste coast\u0103 \u00eencepuse de s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na trecut\u0103. O frunz\u0103 maronie se leg\u0103na la \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime, deasupra tuturor. S\u0103rb\u0103toarea \u00eenv\u0103luise locul, fetele coborau vocile spre \u015foldurile rotunjoare, b\u0103rba\u021bii le m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau cu coada ochilor \u00eenseta\u0163i de iubire. Cu g\u00e2nduri ascunse, privirea lor p\u0103trundea dincolo de catrin\u0163ele \u00eenflorate.
\n\t\u2012 Unde te ui\u021bi, m\u0103?
\n\u2012 Taci, femeie, uitatul nu cost\u0103 bani!
\n\u2012 A dat turbarea-n tine\u2026 ce vin e \u0103sta?
\nB\u0103rbatul se cl\u0103tin\u0103, mai s\u0103 cad\u0103 \u00een r\u00e2p\u0103.
\n\u2012 Hu\u015fti, de-aci, c\u0103-mi sperii curcile!\u2026 zise Bi\u0219a, st\u00e2nd \u00eentr-o r\u00e2n\u0103. Omul se duse direct spre p\u0103dure, \u00eentinse ceafa sub \u015fuvoiul izvorului din coast\u0103, se r\u0103cori apoi se \u00eentoarse la camarazii de pahar.
\nO pereche t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 venea dinspre p\u0103dure.
\n\u2012 Te \u0163ii dup\u0103 mine! Oare s\u0103 fii tu norocul meu\u2026?
\n\u2012 Acu\u2019 sunt lefter, da\u2019 oi g\u0103si eu de lucru p\u00e2n\u0103 la anu’ \u015fi te-oi lua\u2026
\nMai la vale, vorbea un b\u0103tr\u00e2n trecut bine de optzeci:
\n\u2012 Eu nu vreau s\u0103 mor anu’ \u0103sta! S\u0103-mi acop\u0103r grajdu\u2019 \u015fi pe urm\u0103, ce-o vrea Dumnezeu!
\nVl\u0103du\u021b, b\u0103iatul lui Voinea, scotea, cu un cu\u0163it de lemn, g\u00e2ng\u0103niile cuib\u0103rite \u00een cr\u0103p\u0103turile din scoar\u0163a ar\u0163arului din coast\u0103. Soarele f\u0103cea g\u0103uri \u00een spinare cu razele lui. Femeile su\u015foteau f\u0103r\u0103-ncetare, b\u0103rba\u0163ii num\u0103rau sticlele goale, copiii se \u00eentreceau \u00een \u0163ip\u0103turi, caii nechezau, v\u00e2ntul zorn\u0103ia prin copaci.
\nA venit \u0219i r\u00e2ndul nostru, al ursoienilor, s\u0103 urc\u0103m pe scen\u0103. Ne-am aliniat pe dou\u0103 r\u00e2nduri, a\u0219a cum ne spusese nea Simion Curcanul: cei mai \u00eenal\u021bi \u00een spate, iar noi, ceilal\u021bi, mai mici de statur\u0103, \u00een r\u00e2ndul din fa\u021b\u0103. A ie\u0219it o c\u00e2ntare frumoas\u0103, jos p\u0103l\u0103ria, cum se spune, \u0219i tare m\u00e2ndru mai eram, ochii \u00eemi sticleau spre Ilinca lui Boroghin\u0103, pe care o z\u0103risem \u00een fa\u021ba scenei.
\nIonic\u0103 de mult capitulase la umbra unui tufi\u0219, adic\u0103 tr\u0103gea un pui de somn, se \u00eemb\u0103tase \u015fi Maria f\u0103cea pe santinela p\u0103zindu-\u0219i b\u0103rbatul care mirosea tot a mici \u015fi a vin. Un vin negru ce avea s\u0103-i fie de mare folos, mai t\u00e2rziu, spre sear\u0103\u2026
\n\u2012 Dac\u0103 nu se scoal\u0103, s\u0103-l freci cu o\u0163et! veni un sfat prietenesc de la baba Bi\u0219a.
\n\u2012 Se scoal\u0103, \u0163a\u0163\u0103, se scoal\u0103, c\u0103-l \u015ftiu bine!
\n\u2012 La trezit m\u0103 refer, fat\u0103, nu la scul\u0103toare! \u0219ugui baba.
\n\u2012 \u0218tiu de glum\u0103, bre! r\u0103spunse Maria, privindu-\u0219i soldatul r\u0103pus.
\n\u2012 Vine ploaia, fat\u0103, uite norii pe cer!
\n\u2012 Auzi, m\u0103\u2026 ? Scoal\u2019, c\u0103 vine ploaia\u2026!
\n\u2012 Cine vine, f\u0103? morm\u0103i Ionic\u0103, pr\u0103bu\u015findu-\u015fi capul \u00een cealalt\u0103 parte, ca un leu\u015ftean uscat.
\nCucuvelele codrului \u00ee\u015fi slobozeau bra\u0163ele \u00een lumini\u015furi, tr\u0103g\u00e2nd cu ochii spre s\u0103rb\u0103toarea ivit\u0103 din senin la marginea p\u0103durii. B\u0103rba\u0163ii, cu hainele sul \u00een spate, se rezemau de tot ce \u00eent\u00e2lneau \u00een cale. Pe scen\u0103, zb\u00e2rn\u00e2ia \u0163ambalul m\u00e2nuit cu dib\u0103cie de unul tuciuriu. V\u00e2ntul trecu \u00een rafale scurte \u015fi moi dincolo de p\u0103dure. Se \u00eentrez\u0103rea o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103 pe Valea Z\u0103balei. Doi \u0163\u00e2n\u0163ari speria\u0163i trecur\u0103 gr\u0103bi\u0163i pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 urechi.
\n\u2012 Ptiuuu! Ce iarn\u0103 a dracu\u2019 o s\u0103 avem! conchise baba Bi\u0219a.
\nDinspre izvor, trosnir\u0103 ap\u0103sat trupurile a doi b\u0103tr\u00e2nei, o luar\u0103 spre vale, agale, \u00een direc\u0163ia satului. Un fl\u0103c\u0103iandru \u00ee\u015fi \u00eendrept\u0103 \u015fuvi\u0163a de pe ochi, puse m\u00e2na \u00een \u015fold \u015fi scrut\u0103 toat\u0103 adunarea, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u015fi perechea. Valuri de femei curgeau spre drumul mare. Se \u00eenchinau, t\u0103cute, privind norul negru ce venea peste sat. B\u0103rba\u0163ii c\u0103lcau \u00een str\u0103chini, bolborosind cuvinte ne\u00een\u0163elese. Norul r\u00e2dea isteric, sco\u0163\u00e2ndu-\u015fi la vedere din\u0163ii vine\u0163ii. Din poian\u0103, r\u0103sunau nechez\u0103turi. St\u0103p\u00e2nii \u00eentoarser\u0103 capetele \u015fi v\u0103zur\u0103 caii for\u0163\u00e2nd \u0163arcurile. Unul r\u0103cni spre ei, s\u0103-i potoleasc\u0103\u2026
\nSf\u00e2rr! Sf\u00e2rr! Dou\u0103 fulgere br\u0103zdar\u0103 valea, care se mohor\u00ee imediat dup\u0103 aceea. Norul sem\u0103na cu o masc\u0103 furioas\u0103, cu mult p\u0103r r\u0103sfirat \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile. \u00cen c\u00e2teva clipe, iarba mustea sub t\u0103lpile mocanilor. Ro\u015fu la fa\u0163\u0103, cu c\u0103ma\u015fa scor\u0163oas\u0103, despuiat la piept, cureaua pantalonilor v\u00e2j\u00e2ind prin aer, Ionic\u0103 alerga spre sat. Ploaia cleioas\u0103, r\u0103sucit\u0103 de v\u00e2nt \u00een toate direc\u021biile, \u00eei udase buzele \u015fi musta\u0163a. Sem\u0103na cu un soldat din regimentul de ro\u015fiori, fug\u0103rit de vreo coloan\u0103 du\u015fman\u0103 Unul, cred c\u0103 tot Ion \u00eel chema, mo\u0163\u0103ia nep\u0103s\u0103tor pe un chituc de la marginea drumului, \u00een timp ce ploaia \u00eei p\u0103trundea m\u0103runtaiele. T\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd s-a mai domolit rev\u0103rsarea, a sim\u021bit \u0219i el ploaia \u0219i s-a refugiat sub o salcie pletoas\u0103.
\nS\u0103rb\u0103toarea din Dealul Tojanului avea s\u0103 se sting\u0103 tot a\u0219a de repede cum se pornise, ca o fe\u015ftil\u0103 stins\u0103 de v\u00e2nt. Doar Z\u0103bala bolborosea sp\u0103l\u00e2ndu-\u015fi malurile cu spum\u0103, t\u00e2r\u00e2ndu-se la vale. Spre sear\u0103, veni o perdea de bezn\u0103 peste sat, \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 o ploaie cu fulgere de foc. A plouat toat\u0103 noaptea\u2026
\nIonic\u0103 \u015fi-a dus m\u00e2nzul \u00een grajd \u015fi nu a mai ie\u015fit de-acolo. La c\u0103ldura f\u00e2nului, a adormit dus, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, spre diminea\u0163\u0103, l-a c\u0103utat Maria \u015fi s-a iubit cu el, nelu\u00e2nd \u00een seam\u0103 coco\u015fii, care strigau din r\u0103sputeri s\u0103-i anun\u021be c\u0103 a r\u0103s\u0103rit soarele \u0219i \u00een prispa casei lor.
\n\"\"

(Fragment din romanul, \u00een lucru, Mirabila Ursoaie \u2013 vol. II<\/em>
\nal trilogiei Din umbra mun\u021bilor<\/em>. Vol. I \u2013 Borta<\/em> \u2013
\na primit premiul U.S.R., filiala Bac\u0103u, pentru proz\u0103-debut.)<\/p>\n


\nConstantin STANCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poemele bunului consumator<\/strong><\/p>\n

Destin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un copil a r\u0103mas singur \u00een mul\u021bime,
\noamenii \u00eel ignor\u0103 pe aleea principal\u0103. <\/p>\n

Nu-\u0219i \u0219tie numele, nu poate zice tata,
\nprive\u0219te limpede \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2ne o umbr\u0103
\npe asfaltul care se n\u0103p\u00e2rle\u0219te sub t\u0103lpile sale. <\/p>\n


\nF\u0103r\u0103 chip<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cer\u0219etor la poarta frumoasei f\u0103r\u0103 chip,
\n\u021bine toate iluziile lumii \u00een palma sa plin\u0103 de bube\u2026 <\/p>\n

Dincolo de zid, \u00een camere barbare,
\n\u00eembr\u0103c\u0103mintea acoper\u0103 trupul ei, umbrele acoper\u0103 umerii ei,
\no falie \u00eentre o lume \u0219i alta,
\nadev\u0103rul \u00een ochii lui se face de platin\u0103, la poarta gr\u0103dinilor.
\nChiar din mor\u021bi de se va \u00eentoarce \u00eentr-un timp al altora,
\nea n-ar mai putea nara tainele,
\ncuvintele stau \u00een palma cer\u0219etorului,
\nbubele i se prefac \u00een pietre de onix\u2026<\/p>\n


\nKitsch \u0219i glorie la discre\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u0103re\u021bul de rock and roll \u00ee\u0219i depune
\nimaginile pe catifeaua neagr\u0103 a zilei,
\npe cutiile de chibrituri, pe scrumiere,
\npe zidurile ora\u0219ului, e un fluture de m\u0103tase, naiv. <\/p>\n

Nu privi spre turnurile gemene din scrumier\u0103,
\nexist\u0103 capcane pentru turistul harnic,
\nnimicuri ce bat din aripi \u0219i se prind de umerii adolescentei. <\/p>\n

Lacrimile flor\u0103resei la un film de cartier,
\ncu poli\u021bi\u0219ti \u0219i c\u0103lug\u0103ri\u021be, e o zi de s\u0103rb\u0103toare,
\npiticul este mul\u021bumit de sine, a venit vremea gloriei,
\nare toiagul magilor \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. <\/p>\n

Cu z\u00e2mbetul pe fa\u021b\u0103, aurul \u00eei mu\u0219c\u0103 degetele,
\nc\u00e2t mai mult aur pe catifeaua neagr\u0103,
\n\u00eengeri de ghips cu sexul la vedere, moartea are un canon al ei\u2026 <\/p>\n

Zeul Priap se ridic\u0103 \u00een picioare
\ns\u0103 priveasc\u0103 peste gard cum soldatul se preg\u0103te\u0219te
\ns\u0103 plece \u00een Siberia \u0219i nu o \u0219tie, are o arm\u0103 de carton\u2026 <\/p>\n


\nMierle de plumb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un cub de argint domin\u0103 ora\u0219ul,
\nabsoarbe totul \u00een el, formele nu mai au logic\u0103,
\nies din memoria trec\u0103torilor. <\/p>\n

C\u0103lug\u0103ri\u021ba cu vasul de alabastru \u00een m\u00e2ini
\neste oprit\u0103 de trecerea de pietoni,
\ne violat\u0103 de aprodul acreditat. <\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 o limit\u0103 peste care nu poate s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103ul,
\ncubul de argint \u00eei blocheaz\u0103 orizontul \u0219i
\nochii i se fac de metal \u0219i pl\u00e2nge cu s\u0103bii. <\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rile au ciugulit toate statuile din ora\u0219,
\ncei mai viteji solda\u021bi se nasc \u00een urma violului,
\nfemeile z\u00e2mbesc pe alee,
\na\u0219teapt\u0103 ca un barbar s\u0103 le a\u0219tearn\u0103 asfaltul la picioare. <\/p>\n

\u00cen catedrale gemene picur\u0103 s\u00e2ngele dimine\u021bii din ochii sfin\u021bilor,
\nlinii drepte care duc spre nic\u0103ieri,
\ntrec prin vitrinele cu mierle de plumb\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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