{"id":13112,"date":"2021-01-19T13:41:55","date_gmt":"2021-01-19T10:41:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13112"},"modified":"2021-01-19T13:41:55","modified_gmt":"2021-01-19T10:41:55","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-63-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13112","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 63 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Pove\u0219ti de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
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\u201eCu moartea pre moarte c\u0103lc\u00e2nd\u2026\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Au rezistat incredibil de mult, ani!, \u00een locuin\u021ba noastr\u0103, dou\u0103 daruri pascale: un miel copt \u00eentr-o form\u0103 de font\u0103, primit de la preotul care de decenii la Stupca \u021bine slujba de pomenire a Porumbe\u0219tilor \u0219i o husc\u0103, un bulg\u0103ra\u0219 de sare care aducea cu un clopo\u021bel, pe care mi-l d\u0103duse o polonez\u0103 din Cacica, explic\u00e2ndu-mi c\u0103 nu lipsea din co\u0219ul cu bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bi pentru sfin\u021bit al familiilor cu via\u021ba legat\u0103 de salin\u0103. O puneam \u0219i eu pe masa de Pa\u0219ti, mai alb\u0103 \u00eentre ou\u0103le ro\u0219ii, vegheate de mielul f\u0103cut din aluat de cozonac, proasp\u0103t \u00eempodobit cu un fir de asparagus sau de mirt, ori cu frunze verzi de avocado. \u0218i acestea crescuser\u0103 dintr-un dar, un fruct de avocado, exotic pe atunci, \u00een anii optzeci, adus din Israel de prietenii no\u0219tri, arhitec\u021bii Stela \u0219i Alexandru Bartfeld, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu un buchet de pove\u0219ti. Erau la prima lor c\u0103l\u0103torie \u00een \u021bara \u00een care aveau dup\u0103 aceea s\u0103 se stabileasc\u0103, numeroase lucruri \u00eei impresionaser\u0103 \u0219i ne transmiteau emo\u021bia, \u00eenc\u00e2ntarea sau surpriza lor, tot at\u00e2t de vii dep\u0103nate ca \u0219i \u00een urm\u0103 cu doar c\u00e2teva zile \u2013 tr\u0103ite. Una, care mi s-a \u00eentip\u0103rit puternic \u00een minte, a fost a M\u0103rii Moarte, \u00een alt\u0103 asociere dec\u00e2t cele pe care le \u0219tiam, cu ruinele Sodomei \u0219i Gomorii pe fundul ei \u0219i cu valoroasele manuscrise descoperite \u00een grotele din vecin\u0103tate. Aceasta avea o not\u0103 vesel\u0103 \u0219i una desprins\u0103 din basm: Stela \u0219i Sandu, al\u0103turi de zeci \u0219i zeci de viligeaturi\u0219ti se scufundaser\u0103 \u00een valurile unei m\u0103ri care nu te l\u0103sa nici s\u0103 \u00eeno\u021bi, nici s\u0103 te mi\u0219ti ca pe uscat, nici s\u0103 te \u00eentorci f\u0103r\u0103 o m\u00e2n\u0103 prieteneasc\u0103 de ajutor dac\u0103 alunecai pe o r\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een apa ca o saramur\u0103. Crescut\u0103 la munte, cu vacan\u021be \u0219i concedii la mare, a\u0219teptate de cum treceam de M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or, mi-am dorit s\u0103 intru \u0219i eu \u00een valurile sale \u00eentr-o zi.
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\n Adrian BOTEZ<\/strong><\/p>\n

AFLAT-AM CARTEA LUMII<\/strong><\/p>\n

aflat-am Cartea Lumii \u2013 care \u00eentrece zarea
\n\u00ee\u015fi l\u0103f\u0103i’ diamantul \u2013 \u00een tihni \u2013 str\u0103fulgerarea:
\nprin c\u00e2ntec \u015fi versete \u2013 neamurgind pe zei
\ndau viu \u015fi fast luminii: Trufiile de Lei!<\/p>\n

desfr\u00e2ul de cuvinte se-n\u015firuie pe c\u0103i
\nprefac \u00een tor\u0163e-albastre pe vis\u0103torii r\u0103i
\n\u00een coacerea-aburind\u0103 s\u00f9flec ar\u00ecpi de \u00eengeri
\natunci c\u00e2nd tu citi-vei \u2013 bogat \u00een duh s\u0103 s\u00e2ngeri<\/p>\n

o lume-aleas\u0103 ninge \u2013 duhne\u015fte lumea veche
\niar tot ce e nevolnic \u2013 e-mpuns cu bold de streche:
\n\u00een straturi de lumin\u0103 nevremea-alint\u0103 p\u00e2ini <\/p>\n

pove\u015ftilor din stuhuri le cresc ar\u00ecpi \u015fi m\u00e2ini
\ncu care ne fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 v\u0103zduhul de t\u0103m\u00e2ie
\nca dintre tor\u0163e toate \u2013 doar Cristul s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ie…<\/p>\n


\nSandu TUDOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Poet monah din secolul al XX-lea,
\n\u00eenchis politic \u015fi mort \u00een \u00eenchisoare)<\/em><\/p>\n

PSALM<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu buze groase de tin\u0103
\nsufletul meu soarbe lumin\u0103
\n\u015fi m\u0103n\u00e2nc de pe cer luceferi somnoro\u015fi
\ncu ochi uimi\u0163i \u015fi umbro\u015fi.
\nSunt r\u0103sun\u0103tor ca o vioar\u0103
\nla glasul izvoarelor ce m\u0103-mpresoar\u0103
\n\u015fi ca un trandafir de n\u0103miaz\u0103
\nm\u0103 bucur de rou\u0103 \u015fi de raz\u0103.
\nNem\u0103rginirea \u015fi zarea de sine
\nse doresc \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een mine.
\nPlutesc pe plin\u0103tatea ce nu poate s\u0103 \u00eencap\u0103,
\nca o frunz\u0103 picat\u0103 pe ap\u0103.
\nCu team\u0103 tainic\u0103 t\u0103cerea m\u0103 sp\u00e2nzur\u0103
\npeste arcul inimii cu prea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103
\n\u015fi de ascult peste mine st\u0103ruitor
\nla r\u0103d\u0103cina g\u00e2ndului viitor,
\nv\u0103d lumea de dincolo cum m\u0103 biruie\u015fte,
\nform\u0103 str\u0103vezie ce \u00een mine se-nnoie\u015fte.
\n\u015ei din dulcea\u0163a adev\u0103rului \u00eempresurat
\nalerg peste h\u0103\u0163i\u015furi ca cerbul ne\u00eenduplecat.
\nBeau la l\u0103untru \u015fi \u00eensetez \u00een afar\u0103
\naflu \u00een duh \u015fi caut peste \u0163ar\u0103,
\npeste toate v\u00e2rstele m\u0103 risipesc \u015fi m\u0103 adun
\n\u015fi nu mai \u015ftiu de-s \u00een\u0163elept sau nebun.
\nA\u015f vrea s\u0103 zbor ca neprih\u0103nitul porumb
\n\u015fi s\u0103 ascult sub c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 aripile de plumb.<\/p>\n


\nZAR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce vrei s\u0103 fii, suflete hoinar \u2013
\nAlege din piatra zarului clar.
\nD\u0103-o de-a dura s\u0103 sune pe podea
\nUrsita, vrerea \u015fi inima ta.
\nCe vrei s\u0103 fii: viteaz sau mi\u015fel,
\ncalea de-a dreptul sau drumul inel,
\napa rev\u0103rsat\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 hotar
\nsau cremene tare de amnar,
\nsteaua cea mare \u2013 oglind\u0103 pe \u0163ar\u0103
\nsau mic\u0103 firid\u0103 sub lumina de cear\u0103,
\ncoard\u0103 de arc sau moliciune de l\u00e2n\u0103,
\nfructul de foc sau h\u00e2rb de \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103?
\nAlege \u015fi drumuie\u015fte-\u0163i zarul din m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nOctavian MIHALCEA<\/strong>
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ACORDURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

amintiri estompate \u00een for\u021b\u0103
\ndespre o putere sau o durere
\nsau o infinit\u0103 sfial\u0103
\ntotu\u0219i trist printre inimi
\nce ascult\u0103 doar acorduri secrete
\nritmul enigmei devine foarte sonor
\nanatema c\u00e2ndva indescifrabil\u0103
\n\u00eent\u00e2lne\u0219te voluptatea
\ndorin\u021b\u0103 complice
\ncu artificiul nelini\u0219tirii<\/p>\n


\nVIS ASEDIAT<\/strong><\/p>\n

credeam m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierile c\u0103zute
\nprofil zbur\u0103tor pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 posteritatea
\nfluidelor palate crepusculare
\nimitam cercuri violete
\nde care sp\u00e2nzurau diamante
\nvechi suli\u021be \u0219i multe flori captive
\nera un tumultuos vis asediat
\nmari buc\u0103\u021bi de aur p\u0103reau
\na veghea centrul unde ar vie\u021bui
\nnen\u0103scutele oglinzi ale veninului<\/p>\n


\nSEDUC\u021aIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 abandon\u0103m marile idei
\npentru c\u0103 multe ceruri
\nvor fi scufundate ast\u0103zi
\nlocul salamandrelor
\ne luat de sirene
\nsunt adorate doar
\nabsen\u021bele fantastice
\nrafinamentul deschide
\ncei mai sclipitori ochi
\nasupra m\u0103rilor apropiate
\ndin dragoste dragoste brun\u0103
\ncinstind seduc\u021bia m\u0103\u0219tilor<\/p>\n


\nNE A\u0218TEAPT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

elogiul se pierde \u00een mun\u021bi
\neroi singulari compun
\n\u0219armul irezistibil
\nputem avea dreptul triumfului
\nne a\u0219teapt\u0103 disperate drapele
\narome vertiginoase c\u0103tre acel peisaj
\nde multe ori intolerabil
\nminunile se suprapun mai t\u00e2rziu<\/p>\n


\nACOMPANIERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

tenta\u021biile ochiului sau
\nad\u00e2nci spa\u021bii triumf\u0103toare
\nsau nesigure m\u00e2ini \u00eentunecoase
\nmereu \u00een c\u0103utarea extazului
\ng\u00e2nd care \u00eenconjoar\u0103 orgoliul
\nrec\u00e2\u0219tigat prin el \u00eensu\u0219i
\nun caleidoscop incomplet
\nva domina apoi
\nschi\u021bele au cunoscut c\u00e2ndva
\ngloria tremorului atroce
\ninvoc\u0103m meandrele
\nacompanierilor deloc triste
\nnoi z\u0103pezi succesive
\npietre str\u0103lucitoare deasupra
\ncelorlalte magii<\/p>\n


\nFLORI DE MARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

imediat reveria din p\u0103durea
\ncondamnatelor piane
\nmelancolice flori de mare
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 o legend\u0103 glisant\u0103
\nla orizontul focului
\nc\u00e2teodat\u0103 imnul devine
\ngreu exprimabil
\ndificile parfumuri viitoare
\nnobile maladii ale p\u0103r\u0103sirii
\npeisaje dureroase care nu mai pot
\nadora dec\u00e2t culoarea<\/p>\n


\nDeea STATE<\/strong>
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Descul\u021b\u0103 printre g\u00e2nduri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stau descul\u021b\u0103 pe marginea g\u00e2ndurilor
\n\u0218i ating suav, cu talpa, fiecare cuv\u00e2nt.
\nAlerg descul\u021b\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219tea alb\u0103 a nop\u021bii,
\n\u0218i m\u0103 \u00eempiedic de cuvinte adormite,
\nPe care le trezesc la via\u021b\u0103,
\nLe fac s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 bl\u00e2nd sau s\u0103 te dezmierde.
\n\u0218tiu s\u0103 fac cuvintele s\u0103 ard\u0103
\nDe patim\u0103 \u0219i de iubire,
\nPot s\u0103 le fac chemare, dar \u0219i scut de ap\u0103rare.
\n\u0218tiu s\u0103 le fac s\u0103 tac\u0103 \u0219i din nou s\u0103 nasc\u0103 o poezie.
\nSunt doar un pumn nesf\u00e2r\u0219it de cuvinte cu miros de iasomie,
\nCulese din labirintul g\u00e2ndurilor,
\nCare se rostogolesc \u00een iarba paginilor
\n\u0218i m\u0103-ndeamn\u0103 iar la scris.
\n\u0218i-atunci c\u00e2nd diminea\u021ba, m\u0103re\u021bul soare iese din culcu\u0219,
\n\u00cen lini\u0219tea miraculoas\u0103, eu m\u0103 a\u0219ez descul\u021b\u0103,
\nLa r\u0103sp\u00e2ntii de \u00een\u021beles, s\u0103 \u0219lefuiesc cuvintele.<\/p>\n


\nDor de mare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 zile lungi \u0219i anotimpuri str\u0103ine,
\nM\u0103 \u00eentorc la ea,
\nCu trupul obosit, cu inima chinuit\u0103
\nDe \u00eentreb\u0103ri nerostite,
\nDar cu dor…
\nDe momentul \u00een care
\nPicioarele ating pentru prima dat\u0103 apa,
\nDe z\u00e2mbetul pe care \u00eel am pe buze,
\nLa g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 o simt
\nCum fream\u0103t\u0103 de dor,
\nCum vuie\u0219te \u0219i-\u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103 simfonia,
\nCu vocea-i tremur\u00e2nd\u0103.
\nLa spectacolul pe care mi-l ofer\u0103
\nSoarele energic \u0219i plin de culoare,
\nCe iese din mare \u0219i se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 impun\u0103tor,
\nC\u00e2nd popose\u0219te pe plaj\u0103,
\nO m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie \u0219i apoi o s\u0103rut\u0103…
\nIar ea atinge u\u0219or sau violent nisipul,
\nApoi se retrage \u00een sine.
\nMi-e dor ca briza m\u0103rii s\u0103 m\u0103 loveasc\u0103 din nou,
\nCa soarele s\u0103 \u00eemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie trupul
\nNisipul fierbinte s\u0103 \u00eemi alunece sub picioare,
\n\u0218i toate grijile s\u0103 se scurg\u0103 \u00een nisipul,
\nCare \u00eemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie t\u0103lpile.
\nDor… de lumina lunii, c\u00e2nd se reflect\u0103,
\n\u00cen valurile ce se sparg la \u021b\u0103rm,
\n\u0218i de c\u00e2ntecul scoicilor mereu altul…<\/p>\n


\nSe scutur\u0103 macii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se scutur\u0103 macii peste c\u00e2mpuri de iluzii de\u0219arte,
\n\u0218i \u00ee\u0219i arunc\u0103 petalele peste p\u0103m\u00e2ntu-ngreunat
\nDe am\u0103r\u0103ciunea lacrimilor confundate cu pic\u0103turile de ploaie,
\nCare ascund c\u00e2te o poveste.
\nHai s\u0103 privim petalele de mac cum coloreaz\u0103 c\u00e2mpiile,
\n\u0218i cum ne acoper\u0103 urmele pa\u0219ilor.
\nSimt cum se scutur\u0103 macii \u00een hohote de pl\u00e2ns.
\nNu le-a ajuns scurta via\u021b\u0103
\n\u0218i parc\u0103 ne scutur\u0103m \u0219i noi odat\u0103 cu ei,
\n\u0218i ne pierdem \u00een dansul haotic al petalelor
\nM\u00e2ng\u00e2iate de adierea v\u00e2ntului.
\nSe-\u00eembrac\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntu-n petale,
\nIar secundele amu\u021besc.
\nOare c\u00e2te pove\u0219ti desenate-n petale
\nZac adormite de timp?!
\n\u0218i cu timpul, ro\u0219ul s\u0103lbatic piere-n neant!<\/p>\n


\nEU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uneori m\u0103 \u00eentreb \u0219i eu\u2026 cine sunt?
\nUn punct minuscul \u00een acest univers,
\nO stea printre miliardele de stele,
\nUn suflet printre alte miliarde de suflete,
\nUn cuv\u00e2nt, care a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 fie rostit,
\nO secund\u0103 din timpul prezent,
\nUn ecou permanent care se aude \u00een sufletul t\u0103u,
\nUn moment de lini\u0219te printre at\u00e2tea vorbe inutile,
\nO privire bl\u00e2nd\u0103 care te alint\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd ai nevoie,
\nUn g\u00e2nd purtat de vise dincolo de orice bariere,
\nUn c\u00e2ntec, ale c\u0103rui note \u00ee\u021bi pot s\u0103geta sufletul,
\nO flac\u0103r\u0103 care se aprinde \u00een ochii t\u0103i,
\nUn r\u0103s\u0103rit de soare \u00een mijlocul unui potop de nelini\u0219te,
\nO adiere modest\u0103 de z\u00e2mbet,
\nO buburuz\u0103 c\u00e2nd trist\u0103, c\u00e2nd fericit\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103\u2026
\nO floare cu un parfum ce nu-\u0219i pierde din intensitate,
\nO pat\u0103 de culoare pe p\u00e2nza vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Sunt EU\u2026
\nTu \u0219tii cine e\u0219ti?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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