{"id":13144,"date":"2021-01-20T15:03:53","date_gmt":"2021-01-20T12:03:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13144"},"modified":"2021-01-20T15:03:53","modified_gmt":"2021-01-20T12:03:53","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-63-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13144","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 63 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
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Perspective, retrospective
\n\u0219i planuri de viitor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2014 Copiii cresc, \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 zi vor pleca\u2026 Atunci o s\u0103-\u021bi fie \u0219i mai greu, o s\u0103 te apese \u0219i mai tare singur\u0103tatea, c\u0103 ei vor avea via\u021ba lor. Cu via\u021ba ta ce faci? De ce nu prive\u0219ti \u00een perspectiv\u0103? Ascult\u0103-m\u0103, c\u0103 \u0219tiu eu ce zic \u0219i nu uita c\u0103\u2026 nu \u00eentinere\u0219ti!
\nAsta-i spunea tanti Tatiana, vecina pensionar\u0103 care divor\u021base cu mul\u021bi ani \u00een urm\u0103 \u0219i-acum \u00ee\u0219i zdrelea ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i gingiile \u0219tirbe \u00een coaja uscat\u0103 a singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii. Adic\u0103 nu oricum, ci baz\u00e2ndu-se pe propria experien\u021b\u0103 existen\u021bial\u0103 o sf\u0103tuia pe vecina mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, privind-o peste rama ochelarilor at\u00e2rna\u021bi pe nas \u0219i \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u00e2nd a \u00een\u021belepciune degetul ar\u0103t\u0103tor. O avertiza, solemn, cu toat\u0103 sf\u0103to\u0219enia v\u00e2rstei foarte \u00eenaintate.
\n\u0218i tot tanti Tatiana o pov\u0103\u021buia s\u0103 scoat\u0103 verigheta de pe deget, s\u0103 n-o mai poarte, c\u0103 a\u0219a \u00eel \u021bine legat de lumea asta pe cel plecat \u0219i nu e bine. Nici pentru el, nici pentru ea.
\n\u201eS\u0103 privesc \u00een perspectiv\u0103?\u201d \u00ee\u0219i zicea Bogdana \u0219i, inevitabil, o f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de triste\u021be \u00eei \u00eentuneca lumina ochilor. \u00ce\u0219i amintea \u00eent\u00e2i de seara petrecut\u0103 cu Tudor, p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu, pe balcon, povestind \u0219i f\u0103c\u00e2nd planuri, \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103, s\u0103 nu-i trezeasc\u0103 pe copii. Tudor \u021binuse mor\u021bi\u0219 s\u0103 mearg\u0103 cu to\u021bii s\u0103 se plimbe pe falez\u0103, \u00een preajma Castelului Alb, cu zidurile lui \u2013 broderie \u00een piatr\u0103, ca un castel din pove\u0219ti, locul lui preferat. Indiferent \u00een ce sta\u021biune de pe litoral \u0219i-ar fi petrecut concediul, \u00een fiecare an veneau m\u0103car o zi aici. Splendid tablou: marea p\u00e2n\u0103 h\u0103t-departe, clipocind u\u0219or, cerul senin, lumina lunii pline \u0219i, pe \u021b\u0103rm, Castelul Alb. S-a \u00eentristat \u0219i s-a \u00eenfuriat Tudor: Castelul, p\u00e2n\u0103 nu de mult o bijuterie arhitectural\u0103, a fost dezafectat \u0219i neglijat. \u201eCe nemernici! S\u0103 nu le pese de minunea asta! \u0102ia de dinainte, cu toat\u0103 tic\u0103lo\u0219ia lor, au fost \u00een stare s\u0103-l p\u0103streze, \u0103\u0219tia, nou-veni\u021bi la putere, o s\u0103-l pr\u0103p\u0103deasc\u0103, parc\u0103 v\u0103d!\u201d S-au plimbat, apoi s-au dus s\u0103 cineze la \u201eAlbatros\u201d, restaurantul pesc\u0103resc pe care \u00eel descoperiser\u0103, mai jos de Castel, pe malul unui mic golf-debarcader pentru ambarca\u021biuni particulare. C\u00e2nd s-au \u00eentors, copiii au adormit imediat, obosi\u021bi de lunga plimbare, iar ei au ie\u0219it s\u0103 admire de pe balcon priveli\u0219tea. Marea, mai devreme at\u00e2t de calm\u0103, \u00eencepuse s\u0103 se zbuciume, s\u0103-\u0219i contorsioneze fa\u021ba \u00een valuri masive, haotice, sco\u021b\u00e2nd mugete lungi, lugubre, ca o vietate gigantic\u0103 torturat\u0103 de cumplite dureri viscerale. \u201eTu auzi cum vuie\u0219te marea?\u201d o \u00eentrebase, iar ea abia atunci a b\u0103gat de seam\u0103 vuietul sinistru \u0219i s-a scuturat ca prins\u0103 de friguri. Straniu, pe Tudor \u00eel preocupase obsesiv, \u00een toat\u0103 seara aceea, ce leg\u0103tur\u0103 exist\u0103 \u00eentre fazele lunii \u0219i valuri. Cum se explic\u0103?\u2026 \u00cel fascinau valurile imense. Retina Bogdanei re\u021binea \u00eenc\u0103, estompat, imaginea de-atunci, ca \u00eentr-o fotografie sepia: ei doi, fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, pe scaunele-balansoar din balcon, \u00eentre ei \u2013 pe un taburet \u2013 sticla cu Pinot noir de Murtfatlar, dou\u0103 pahare cu vin \u0219i scrumiera alb\u0103 din sticl\u0103 ieftin\u0103. V\u00e2ntul se zburlea c\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nd, aduc\u00e2nd miros de alge \u0219i de sare. Tudor st\u0103tea \u00een b\u0103taia lunii pline, \u00een jum\u0103tatea luminat\u0103 a balconului, ea \u2013 \u00een partea umbrit\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 motiv, ochii Bogdanei s-au umplut dintr-odat\u0103 de lacrimi fierbin\u021bi care i s-au rev\u0103rsat t\u0103cut pe obraji \u00een \u0219iroaie grele, nest\u0103vilite \u0219i un oftat ad\u00e2nc, dureros, sf\u00e2\u0219ietor s-a risipit \u00een aerul cald. Tudor, uimit, a \u00eentrebat-o ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat, de ce pl\u00e2nge \u0219i ofteaz\u0103 a\u0219a, din tot sufletul, i-a luat m\u00e2inile \u00eentr-ale lui, iar ea n-a \u0219tiut ce s\u0103-i r\u0103spund\u0103. Cum Tudor insista s\u0103 afle motivul acelui pl\u00e2ns n\u0103valnic \u0219i cum, peste cinci s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, el urma s\u0103 plece \u00eentr-o delega\u021bie dincolo de ocean, Bogdana s-a ridicat din \u0219ezlong \u0219i l-a rugat s\u0103 nu mai plece. \u201eTrimite pe altcineva, nu mai pleca, \u0219tiu c\u0103 st\u0103m prost cu banii \u0219i c\u0103 delega\u021bia asta e binevenit\u0103, dar am mai mult\u0103 nevoie de tine dec\u00e2t de bani! Promite-mi c\u0103 nu mai pleci! Mereu pleci undeva c\u00e2nd am nevoie de tine. \u0218i e at\u00e2t de departe\u2026 Prea departe!\u201d Tudor s-a ridicat \u0219i el, a r\u00e2s: \u201eAsta era?! P\u0103i n-o s\u0103 lipsesc dec\u00e2t o lun\u0103! O s\u0103 treac\u0103 repede, o s\u0103 vezi. \u0218i ce e oceanul? O balt\u0103 ceva mai mare! N-am de traversat dec\u00e2t o balt\u0103 ceva mai mare, lini\u0219te\u0219te-te!\u201d. \u0218i a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at-o prelung, a s\u0103rutat-o, i-a \u0219ters lacrimile. Bogdana sim\u021bea \u00eens\u0103 c\u0103 nu \u0103sta era r\u0103spunsul, c\u0103 \u00eei venise \u00een minte plecarea lui dincolo de ape ca pretext, s\u0103 scape de interogatoriul insistent. De fapt, nu \u0219tia de ce nu se poate opri din pl\u00e2ns \u0219i de unde ap\u0103ruse subit sf\u00e2\u0219ierea aia l\u0103untric\u0103, \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 at\u00e2t de tandr\u0103\u2026
\nDar mai ales \u00ee\u0219i amintea Bogdana de ziua urm\u0103toare, de diminea\u021ba zilei de miercuri, 28 august, acel 28 august care se \u00eendep\u0103rtase deja, purt\u00e2nd \u00een el \u0219apte ani de c\u0103lug\u0103rie alb\u0103\u2026 \u201esub coviltirele lui Dumnezeu\u201d, cum zice poetul.
\nDa, \u00een diminea\u021ba acelei zile, ultima zi de concediu, so\u021bii Serafim nu f\u0103cuser\u0103 altceva dec\u00e2t s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 \u00een perspectiv\u0103, cu planuri mari \u0219i frumoase de viitor \u00eendep\u0103rtat. Dep\u0103\u0219iser\u0103, cam de un an, cea mai grea \u00eencercare, c\u00e2nd Tudor, plecat \u00een schimb de experien\u021b\u0103, de la serviciu, la Warumburg, o c\u0103utase \u0219i o reg\u0103sise pe Brigitte, marea, neuitata lui iubire din tinere\u021be, locuiser\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 c\u00e2teva luni, apoi el se \u00eentorsese acas\u0103 pustiit \u0219i str\u0103in. Bogdana se \u00eendr\u0103gostise \u0219i ea: de condei. A scris atunci, pe ner\u0103suflate \u201eFatima Doro\u201d. A \u201etradus\u201d acolo, \u00een carte, durerile, nedumeririle, iluziile, revoltele, lacrimile, a scris despre singur\u0103tatea Fatimei\u2026, ipostaziindu-se pe sine \u00eentr-o Fatima alb\u0103, solidar\u0103, prin credin\u021ba \u00eentr-un Dumnezeu al iubirii \u0219i iert\u0103rii, cu o Fatima neagr\u0103, am\u00e2ndou\u0103 tr\u0103ind, \u00eengem\u0103nat, \u00eentr-un imperfect timp al pove\u0219tii. A g\u0103sit, scriind, \u0219i c\u00e2teva r\u0103spunsuri. A dob\u00e2ndit \u00een\u021belegere pentru iubirea, dar \u0219i pentru suferin\u021ba lui Tudor \u0219i a Brigittei, c\u0103 \u0219i ei au avut parte de suferin\u021b\u0103. To\u021bi trei, iubind, au suferit. La \u00eentoarcerea lui Tudor, de certat nu s-au prea certat, a r\u0103bufnit ea de dou\u0103-trei ori, nu at\u00e2t din pricina a ceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mplase, c\u00e2t pentru c\u0103 Tudor a \u00eencercat s\u0103 nege c\u0103 ar fi re\u00eent\u00e2lnit-o pe Brigitte. Iar c\u00e2nd a recunoscut, \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu, c\u0103 au locuit \u00eempreun\u0103, a negat iubirea pentru Brigitte, a \u00eencercat s-o treac\u0103 la capitolul \u201eeeiii, n-a fost nimic!\u201d. Asta a m\u00e2hnit-o mult pe Bogdana. C\u0103 Tudor o reneag\u0103 pe femeia care a \u00eensemnat marea lui iubire. Cum s\u0103 mai aib\u0103 vreuna dintre ele, Brigitte sau Bogdana, \u00eencredere \u00een b\u0103rbatul care \u00ee\u0219i reneag\u0103 iubirea? Probabil Brigittei \u00eeispusese c\u0103 n-o iube\u0219te pe Bogdana. Pentru \u201enimic\u201d se \u00eenstr\u0103inaser\u0103 ei grozav, de nu mai aveau cuvinte calde \u0219i frumoase unul pentru cel\u0103lalt? Mult le-a trebuit p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 li se vindece \u00een t\u0103cere toate r\u0103nile, p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 se ia din nou de m\u00e2n\u0103, s\u0103 se s\u0103rute pe strad\u0103 ca adolescen\u021bii, s\u0103 ias\u0103 din formalism \u0219i s\u0103 ia totul de la cap\u0103t f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 simuleze. De o vreme \u00eencoace, Tudor o recucerea pe Bogdana \u0219i, mai important, \u00eei redob\u00e2ndea \u00eencrederea. Iar concediul acesta, care tocmai se apropia de sf\u00e2r\u0219it, avusese farmecul primelor \u00eent\u00e2lniri, c\u00e2nd nu se mai s\u0103turau s\u0103 fac\u0103 planuri de viitor. Bogdana \u0219i Tudor se \u00eendr\u0103gosteau din nou, sub privirile fragede ale copiilor.
\n\u2014 M\u00e2ine, \u00een drum spre cas\u0103, \u00eei l\u0103s\u0103m pe Ana \u0219i pe Matei la \u021bar\u0103, la ai mei, p\u00e2n\u0103 se termin\u0103 vacan\u021ba. Pe urm\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eei aducem acas\u0103, vom fi doar noi, Bogdana, tu \u0219i cu mine, ca la \u00eenceput. Oare de c\u00e2nd nu \u021bi-am mai spus c\u0103 te iubesc? Ai fost prea bl\u00e2nd\u0103, prea \u00eeng\u0103duitoare cu mine \u00een cartea ta. (Abia acum afla Bogdana c\u0103 Tudor, Dumnezeu \u0219tie c\u00e2nd, pe furi\u0219, citise \u201eFatima Doro\u201d.) \u00ce\u021bi sunt dator o a doua lun\u0103 de miere \u0219i o vei avea. Promit. Oare de c\u00e2nd nu \u021bi-am mai spus c\u0103 te iubesc?
\nA\u0219a \u0219optea Tudor \u00een diminea\u021ba aceea, st\u00e2nd \u00een genunchi la marginea patului \u00een care Bogdana \u00eenc\u0103 se alinta \u00eentre somn \u0219i trezie. Al\u0103turi dormeau ad\u00e2nc, sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd \u00een visele lor, Ana \u0219i Matei. Auzul ei se trezise \u00eens\u0103, acut, \u00eentr-o puritate de cristal, de\u00eendat\u0103 ce vocea lui rostise \u201evom fi doar noi doi, ca la \u00eenceput\u201d. Promisiunea lui Tudor, laolalt\u0103 cu privirea lui, at\u00e2t de direct\u0103 \u0219i de ad\u00e2nc p\u0103trunz\u0103toare, \u00eei topeau orice urm\u0103 de \u00eendoial\u0103. Se topea ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i, cu toat\u0103 cerbicia ei, uneori autentic\u0103, alteori trucat\u0103, sub fierbin\u021beala \u00eentreb\u0103rii \u201ede c\u00e2nd nu \u021bi-am mai spus c\u0103 te iubesc?\u201d
\n\u0218i s-au iubit \u00een t\u0103cere atunci, \u00een diminea\u021ba aceea, ascult\u00e2nd \u00een surdin\u0103 \u201eBoleroul\u201d lui Ravel. Pe c\u00e2nd s\u0103 ating\u0103, \u00eens\u0103, apogeul tandrei \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri, s-au auzit b\u0103t\u0103i insistente \u00een u\u0219\u0103 \u0219i vocea strident\u0103 a cameristei: \u201eDomnu\u2019 Serafim! La telefon, la recep\u021bie!!!\u201d Tudor s-a \u00eencruntat, a oftat iritat, Bogdana la fel\u2026 S-au desprins din \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are, nemul\u021bumi\u021bi\u2026 Tudor s-a \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een grab\u0103, a cobor\u00e2t la recep\u021bie\u2026
\n\u00centre timp, persoana care sunase a \u00eenchis. Iar c\u00e2nd Tudor s-a \u00eentors, Matei s-a trezit \u021bip\u00e2nd c\u0103 a visat un crocodil care l-a mu\u0219cat de burtic\u0103. \u021aip\u0103tul lui a trezit-o \u0219i pe Ana. L-au lini\u0219tit \u2013 \u201ee doar un vis, pui mic, pe-aici nu sunt crocodili!\u201d Tudor i-a f\u0103cut cu ochiul Bogdanei \u201elas\u0103, c\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 luna de miere!\u201d, a s\u0103rutat-o, i-au luat pe copii \u0219i s-au dus la restaurant, la micul dejun. Ana le-a cerut voie s\u0103 mearg\u0103 la plaj\u0103 cu so\u021bii \u0218erban, cu noua ei prieten\u0103, Irina, feti\u021ba lor. Tudor, Bogdana \u0219i Matei s-au \u00eentors \u00een camer\u0103, au mai z\u0103bovit, Tudor s-a \u00eentrebat cine naiba le-o fi stricat diminea\u021ba cu telefonul \u0103la\u2026 \u201eEra o voce de b\u0103rbat\u201d, \u00eei spusese recep\u021bionera, \u201enu s-a prezentat\u201d. Apoi a revenit la obsesia lui de cu sear\u0103: ce leg\u0103tur\u0103 o fi \u00eentre fazele lunii \u0219i valuri? Au ie\u0219it destul de t\u00e2rziu la plaj\u0103, s-au al\u0103turat so\u021bilor \u0218erban, dar n-au stat mult. La masa de pr\u00e2nz au z\u0103bovit, au discutat \u00eendelung, s-au uitat departe, \u00een zare, s-au v\u0103zut c\u0103l\u0103torind \u00eempreun\u0103 prin lume \u0219i via\u021b\u0103, i-au v\u0103zut pe copii cresc\u00e2nd cumin\u021bi, buni, frumo\u0219i, s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i\u2026 Au privit \u00een perspectiv\u0103, a\u0219a cum tanti Tatiana \u00eei recomanda Bogdanei s\u0103 fac\u0103. Dup\u0103 pr\u00e2nz au l\u0103sat-o pe Ana cu so\u021bii \u0218erban \u0219i cu Irina la piscin\u0103. \u201eNu-mi place cum e marea ast\u0103zi, mami, m-am speriat diminea\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 l-au scos pe unul din mare \u2013 legum\u0103! S\u0103 nu-l la\u0219i pe tati s\u0103 intre \u00een ap\u0103!\u201d Bogdana a str\u00e2ns-o la piept, a s\u0103rutat-o, \u201eBine, puiule, o s\u0103-i spun lui tati ce-ai zis \u0219i n-o s\u0103-l las. S\u0103 fii cuminte!\u201d \u00cen drum spre plaj\u0103, i-a transmis lui Tudor mesajul Anei. El a r\u00e2s \u2013 \u201eda, da, sigur c\u0103 da!\u201d Bogdana i-a spus s\u0103 nu r\u00e2d\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 fac\u0103 bine s\u0103 asculte, c\u0103 \u0219i pe ea o \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103 mugetul m\u0103rii. Nici n-au ajuns bine pe plaj\u0103, c\u0103, parc\u0103 hipnotizat, Tudor a \u021b\u00e2\u0219nit spre ap\u0103. N-a stat s-o ajute, ca de obicei, s\u0103 \u00eentind\u0103 cear\u0219aful, s\u0103 a\u0219eze lucrurile. Bogdana l-a prins de m\u00e2n\u0103, s\u0103-l opreasc\u0103, dar el s-a smucit. A \u021b\u00e2\u0219nit, pur \u0219i simplu, spre mare, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 aud\u0103 c\u00e2nd Bogdana a strigat \u201eTudoree, nuu!!! Tudoree, ai grij\u0103!!!\u201d V\u00e2ntul, rece, b\u0103tea c\u0103tre mal \u0219i i-a \u00eentors cuvintele. Tudor nu i-a auzit strig\u0103tul. Matei d\u00e2rd\u00e2ia \u0219i sc\u00e2ncea: \u201eMi-e frig, mami, mi-a b\u0103gat v\u00e2ntul nisip \u00een ochi, hai s\u0103 mergem la hotel!\u201d \u0219i mami s-a ocupat de el. L-a \u00eenvelit \u00een cear\u0219af, i-a cur\u0103\u021bat \u0219i i-a \u0219ters ochi\u0219orii, l-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat, \u201eimediat, puiule, cum vine tati ne \u00eentoarcem \u00een camer\u0103!\u201d S\u0103 fi trecut vreo zece minute. S-a uitat dup\u0103 Tudor, s\u0103-i fac\u0103 semn s\u0103 ias\u0103 din ap\u0103\u2026 \u0219i nu l-a z\u0103rit. S-a uitat pe plaj\u0103, poate a ie\u0219it \u0219i vine pe alt\u0103 parte\u2026 Tudor \u2013 nic\u0103ieri. Subit, i s-au umplut ochii de lacrimi \u201epl\u00e2nsul meu de-ast\u0103 noapte\u201d i-a str\u0103fulgerat prin g\u00e2nd \u201elacrimile, sf\u00e2\u0219ierea\u201d \u0219i pe loc i s-a str\u00e2ns inima ca prins\u0103-n menghin\u0103. I-a poruncit lui Matei \u201eS\u0103 nu te mi\u0219ti de aici! Aici \u00eencremene\u0219ti p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc, ai \u00een\u021beles?!\u201d
\nSpera s-o \u00een\u0219ele presim\u021birile, s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 repede, cu Tudor. Matei a dat din cap c\u0103 da \u0219i s-a ghemuit sub cear\u0219af, iar Bogdana a fugit la Salvamar, s\u0103 cear\u0103 ajutor. \u00cen fug\u0103, a rugat-o pe o doamn\u0103 de al\u0103turi s\u0103 stea cu ochii pe Matei.
\n\u2026Apoi \u2013 vocea medicului: \u201eso\u021bul dumneavoastr\u0103 a decedat\u201d\u2026
\n\u0218i toate planurile lor de viitor \u0219i toat\u0103 frumoasa perspectiv\u0103 s-au n\u0103ruit \u00een c\u00e2teva secunde. Ce \u0219tie tanti Tatiana, cu sfaturile ei, despre toate astea?<\/p>\n

(fragm. din Seara nucilor verzi<\/em>, roman, Ed. Eikon, Buc. 2019)<\/p>\n


\nMihail C. CONSTANTINESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pove\u0219ti din Costieni
\nUltimele zile ale unei vechi str\u0103zi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Echipele de la demolare lucrau de zor. Casele erau din c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103, aveau ziduri groase, grinzi solide \u0219i dac\u0103 cineva sus\u021binea c\u0103 numai de construit era greu, acum avea s\u0103 se conving\u0103 c\u0103 \u0219i de d\u0103r\u00e2mat nu e chiar a\u0219a de u\u0219or.
\nPere\u021bii se pr\u0103bu\u0219eau \u00een asaltul asurzitor al ma\u0219inilor, acoperi\u0219urile reveneau la sol, iar muncitorii sortau diferite materiale \u0219i le \u00eenc\u0103rcau \u00een camioane. \u00ce\u0219i f\u0103cuser\u0103 apari\u021bia \u0219i ni\u0219te indivizi cu p\u0103l\u0103rii uria\u0219e \u0219i cu must\u0103\u021bi lungi aduse a oal\u0103 al\u0103turi de ni\u0219te femei cu fuste \u0219i rochii cre\u021be \u00een culori \u021bip\u0103toare. Terminaser\u0103 probabil de scotocit \u0219i acum ochiser\u0103 ceva ,,mai de soi\u201d. Oricum lucr\u0103torii aveau de furc\u0103 cu ei.
\nLa intersec\u021bia str\u0103zii, trec\u0103torii se opreau \u0219i priveau cum fiecare lucru este stivuit \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103rcat \u00een camion. Printre curio\u0219i se aflau \u0219i doi b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, care veniser\u0103 cu speran\u021ba de a-\u0219i vedea pentru ultima oar\u0103 locul unde-\u0219i tr\u0103iser\u0103 via\u021ba.
\n-Uite, zise el, asta-i casa lui cum\u0103tru, s\u0103racu, ce de bani a b\u0103gat \u00een ea \u0219i acum banii s-au dus pe Apa S\u00e2mbetei.
\n-Nu era o cas\u0103 oarecare, remarc\u0103 cineva.
\n-Ce de camere! observ\u0103 altul
\n-Interiorul pare totu\u0219i simplu.
\n\u00centr-adev\u0103r, pere\u021bii erau da\u021bi cu rola \u0219i oamenii care-i cuno\u0219teau c\u00e2t de c\u00e2t pe fo\u0219tii st\u0103p\u00e2ni p\u0103reau mira\u021bi.
\n-Au d\u0103r\u00e2mat-o \u0219i pe asta, ziser\u0103 ni\u0219te vecini.
\nCasele lor sc\u0103paser\u0103 ca prin minune, de\u0219i se aflau fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 cu cele unde lucrau cei de la demolare.
\n-D\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 totul, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een dreptul cizm\u0103riei, mai spuse cineva.
\n-Ce de case!
\nUn brad c\u0103zu dobor\u00e2t de loviturile lucr\u0103torilor. Al\u021bii desf\u0103ceau gardul casei, al\u021bii luau u\u0219ile.
\n-Cine ar fi zis c\u0103 o s\u0103 tr\u0103im \u0219i clipele astea, se auzi o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een vocea c\u0103reia se putea descoperi o urm\u0103 de regret \u0219i de durere.
\n-Dac\u0103 m-ar fi t\u0103iat cineva acum 15-20 de ani \u00een urm\u0103 \u0219i nu m-a\u0219 fi g\u00e2ndit. Dar acu\u2019 gata. S-a ispr\u0103vit.
\n-Doamne, \u0219i ce bine mai era \u00een c\u0103su\u021ba noastr\u0103! Dar acu\u2019 ce s\u0103-i faci?
\n-A vrut Cel de Sus s\u0103 tr\u0103im \u0219i clipele astea.
\n-Ehei! C\u00e2\u021bi din cei de aici au habar cum se face o cas\u0103? Cu c\u00e2t\u0103 trud\u0103!
\n-Niciodat\u0103 nu po\u021bi s\u0103 spui c\u0103 ai terminat.
\n-Dar \u00een curte? Dar gr\u0103dina?
\n-Ce gr\u0103din\u0103 am avut! C\u00e2nd m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u00e2te g\u0103le\u021bi am c\u0103rat eu pentru casa asta!
\n-La ce bun toate astea?
\n– Uite c\u0103 a venit o zi \u00een care toate s-au n\u0103ruit.
\n– \u0218i-a\u0219a, Dumnezeu \u0219tie c\u00e2t mai avem de tr\u0103it!
\n– Las\u0103 m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103, las\u0103, c\u0103-\u021bi face un bine. Te mu\u021bi \u00een cas\u0103 nou\u0103, cum s-ar zice.
\n– De acu\u2019 vei avea toate la nas: ap\u0103 curent\u0103, ap\u0103 cald\u0103, doar s\u0103 dai drumu’ la robinet.
\n– M\u0103 mut \u00een cas\u0103 nou\u0103? Cas\u0103 cu chirie. Nu sunt proprietara apartamentului.
\n-\u0218i a\u0219a nu mai ai dumneata de munc\u0103. E drept c\u0103 este greu s\u0103 te despar\u021bi de casa \u00een care ai tr\u0103it toat\u0103 via\u021ba.
\n– Da, maic\u0103, r\u0103spunse b\u0103tr\u00e2na lucr\u0103torului care o interpelase, toat\u0103 via\u021ba \u0219i speram c\u0103 din ea o s\u0103 m\u0103 duc\u0103 la… \u0218tii dumneata unde… Acolo unde ne ducem cu to\u021bii \u0219i de unde nu ne mai \u00eentoarcem.
\n– C\u0103 \u0219i r\u0103posatul… Tare mai era gospodar! Nu st\u0103tea o clip\u0103. Dac-ar vedea el ce-a ajuns munculi\u021ba lui…
\n-Mai bine bine c\u0103 nu vede… altfel ar…
\n-Exact.
\nSoarele mergea acum spre s\u0103la\u0219ul s\u0103u dintre dealurile de la marginea ora\u0219ului, dar camioanele mai c\u0103rau \u00eenc\u0103 materiale de la ceea ce alt\u0103dat\u0103 alc\u0103tuise o lume despre care nu peste mult timp avea s\u0103 se vorbeasc\u0103 la timpul trecut. Oamenii se retr\u0103geau purt\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een inimi povara \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rilor unei zile. Una din ultimele zile ale unei vechi str\u0103zi.<\/p>\n


\nVia\u021ba merge \u00eenainte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ziua se vestea gr\u0103bit\u0103, iar St\u0103p\u00e2nul ei d\u0103du la o parte v\u0103lul ce o acoperea.
\nV\u0103ile se umplur\u0103 de lumin\u0103 \u0219i frumuse\u021be, \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u00e2nd \u00een t\u0103rii imnuri Marelui Dumnezeu: ,,Minunate sunt lucrurile tale, Doamne!\u201d spuneau mun\u021bii, dealurile, c\u00e2mpurile, marea \u0219i oamenii. \u201eFie numele Domnului binecuv\u00e2ntat de acum \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een veac!\u201d.
\nSe stingeau luminile, se deschideau ferestrele, apoi u\u0219ile, oamenii plecau gr\u0103bi\u021bi la treburile lor. Pe drumurile pr\u0103fuite se auzeau scr\u00e2\u0219netele ro\u021bilor \u0219i nechezatul cailor. Pe poarta fabricii intrau harnicii muncitori: ,,Bine ai venit, Ziu\u0103!\u201d, rosteau ei, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 lupta pentru via\u021b\u0103. Copiii cu ghiozdanele \u00een spinare plecau la \u0219coal\u0103.
\nOrele treceau, nici prea repede, nici prea \u00eencet, copiii veneau acas\u0103, continu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i preocup\u0103rile. P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, sus, undeva, se \u00eenchidea Ochiul Zilei \u0219i se aprindea Farul Nop\u021bii. Oamenii veneau acas\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219au odraslele, se a\u0219ezau la mas\u0103 \u00eendeplinind mereu un ritual str\u0103bun, apoi vorbeau, ascultau, se culcau. A doua zi iar, a treia zi iar.
\nSe succedau unul dup\u0103 altul anotimpurile. \u0218i iat\u0103 c\u0103 pomi\u0219orii au devenit pomi, copiii tineri, tinerii b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, b\u0103tr\u00e2nii amintiri. Au fost odat\u0103: Ionel Popescu, Ion Obead\u0103, Ion Vasilache, Andronache, Dumitru Foarfec\u0103, Costic\u0103 B, Matei B\u0103lan, Mustea, Vasile Bedereag, Ionel Ro\u0219u, Mihai Ro\u0219u \u0219i al\u021bii \u0219i al\u021bii.
\n\u0218i via\u021ba merge \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n


\nVederi din R\u00e2mnicul de azi<\/strong>
\n\"\"


\nValeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong><\/p>\n

descriere<\/em><\/p>\n

ora\u0219ul acesta se \u00eenfige \u00een c\u00e2mpie,
\n\u021bine de ea cu din\u021bii, scr\u00e2\u0219ne\u0219te, o mestec\u0103
\n\u0219i-o scuip\u0103 apoi, \u00eentre maluri \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nite de sare.
\neu trec pe str\u0103zile lui f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103,
\ndar cu grea\u021b\u0103,
\npoemul cre\u0219te \u00eenl\u0103untrul meu
\n\u0219i vrea s\u0103 se nasc\u0103 tocmai aici, la intersec\u021bia
\nf\u0103r\u0103 semafoare,
\nunde cuvintele mor la opt f\u0103r\u0103 zece \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103.
\nmai ninge din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd cu cioburi de sticl\u0103,
\ncu e\u0219arfe \u0219i file de carte,
\nintersec\u021bia e p\u0103zit\u0103 doar de mama mor\u021bii,
\nei \u00eei place haosul,
\nla g\u00e2tul ei flutur\u0103 e\u0219arfa albastr\u0103 cu fluturi demen\u021bi,
\nea \u00eei mestec\u0103 \u00een gingii pe n\u0103scu\u021bii \u0219i nen\u0103scu\u021bii ora\u0219ului
\nat\u00e2t de \u00eenfipt \u00een c\u00e2mpie,
\nat\u00e2t de b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i de orb.<\/p>\n


\nEleonora STAMATE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Oglinzi \u0219i colivii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Na\u0219terea zorilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

La c\u00e2ntatul coco\u0219ilor, stelele \u00eentip\u0103riser\u0103
\npe fruntea zilei harta sufletelor alese;
\nmiros a mir \u0219i violete \u00eembrac\u0103 zorile;
\nClipe astrale se \u00eengem\u0103nau
\nsub licoarea de vi\u021b\u0103 \u00een latura cristalin\u0103 a timpului.
\nPortalul zilelor viitoare, cu orbitoare sclipiri,
\nchema t\u0103lpile curg\u0103toare ale umbrelor.
\nSecunde astronomice n\u0103v\u0103leau tainic,
\nleg\u0103nau bolta cu toate arterele \u0219i \u00eenaintau
\nspre ad\u00e2ncurile luminii ve\u0219nice!<\/p>\n


\n\u00centuneric de ape<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen pere\u021bii ploii, \u00eentre oglinzi false,
\n\u00een ora\u0219ul \u0103sta viu, umbrele dorm de moarte,
\ncojile de-ntuneric,
\ncu fluturii \u00een pieptul albastru
\nvor \u00eempodobi st\u00e2lpii de sus\u021binere ai memoriei,
\ncu furnici mecanizate;
\ncolec\u021bionez clipe,
\ncolec\u021bionez via\u021b\u0103,
\ncolec\u021bionez ape.<\/p>\n


\nEuforii \u00een univers<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u021ai-ai \u00eenchipuit cum danseaz\u0103 secundele
\n\u00een colivia lui Eros?
\nEuforia lor maladiv\u0103 ar vrea s\u0103 se strecoare
\nprintr-o fereastr\u0103, \u00een univers,
\ns\u0103 evadeze \u00een strad\u0103, s\u0103 sprijine zeii ce coboar\u0103
\ndin timp h\u0103mesit, de mult\u0103 rugin\u0103.
\nEl, ca un olar, modeleaz\u0103 lutul obrajilor t\u0103i.
\nCu degetele amprentate \u00een memorie,
\ncarnea ta devine ring de dans
\npentru degetele ancestrale,
\niar oglinda te minte, te minte,
\nte minte, precum colivia secundele lui Eros!
\nUrsita!<\/p>\n


\nDansul lacrimilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen aria amintirilor,
\nprivighetoarea melancoliei
\nse hr\u0103ne\u0219te cu argil\u0103 nervoas\u0103;
\nmereu \u00eentreb\u0103ri nelini\u0219tite\u2026
\nPe acoperi\u0219ul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,
\n\u00eemi pl\u0103tesc moneda sufletului\u2026
\nS\u0103 nu-\u021bi \u00een\u0219eli niciodat\u0103 memoria!
\nRe\u021bine, doar atunci, dimine\u021bile vor deveni amiezi,
\nc\u00e2nd lacrimile vor dansa pe serpentinele nedumeririi\u2026<\/p>\n


\n\u00cendemn<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103rut\u0103 m\u00e2na c\u0103r\u021bii, Doamna mea,
\n\u0219i literele ei te vor fascina, te vor binecuv\u00e2nta!
\nC\u00e2te poeme, at\u00e2tea stele pe cer
\n\u00een noaptea iubirii de slov\u0103, nu pier…
\nDin buzunarele inimii,
\nscoate o silab\u0103 \u0219i ascult-o
\ncum \u00eenflore\u0219te, odat\u0103 cu floarea de col\u021b,
\nAt\u00e2t de rar\u0103 este slova ta!
\nAt\u00e2t de sf\u00e2nt\u0103, Doamna mea!
\nT\u0103lpile zilei poart\u0103 pe ele, c\u00e2te litere,
\nat\u00e2tea iubiri, at\u00e2tea secrete!
\n\u00cen zori, \u00eengerul te va anun\u021ba:
\nNoaptea a pierit, iar noi rena\u0219tem, este lumin\u0103!
\nS\u0103rut\u0103 m\u00e2na c\u0103r\u021bii, Doamna mea,
\n\u0219i literele ei, oric\u00e2nd, te vor fascina!<\/p>\n


\nF\u0103r\u0103-ndoial\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu to\u021bi b\u0103tr\u00e2nii care intoneaz\u0103 imnuri,
\nprin s\u0103li de a\u0219teptare, sunt tenori,
\nnici nebunii care vorbesc pe strad\u0103,
\ncu pietrele nu, nu sunt pietrari…
\nDoar sufletele bolnave sunt
\npacien\u021bii din spitalele din cear\u0103
\nde fag nears, amestecate
\ncu s\u00e2ngele crescut din aburul
\nde deasupra ieslei unde se na\u0219te
\nDumnezeul Adev\u0103rat!<\/p>\n


\nAlina-Dalina<\/strong><\/p>\n

Carnea ta ar\u0103mie de zei\u021b\u0103 nomad\u0103
\n\u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie pe iarba \u00eenfierb\u00e2ntat\u0103
\nde v\u00e2ntul autumnal umbre metalice,
\ndezordonate\u2026
\nS\u00e2nii, meduze fierbin\u021bi,
\n\u00ee\u0219i leap\u0103d\u0103 amintirea ploilor de alt\u0103dat\u0103.
\nDoar \u00een obraji s-au furi\u0219at
\nbuc\u0103\u021bi de curcubeu ce au pus st\u0103p\u00e2nire
\npe oglinda cerului de sub pleoapele tale\u2026
\nCorpul, coapsele-\u021bi ar\u0103mii fream\u0103t\u0103 de toamn\u0103,
\nzei\u021b\u0103 nomad\u0103; m\u00e2inile nervoase,
\nfragile, bronzate, cu pielea ars\u0103
\nde-at\u00e2ta a\u0219teptare deseneaz\u0103, \u00een aer,
\npelicula transparent\u0103 a zorilor purpurii,
\niubirea ce-ndestuleaz\u0103 orice b\u0103rbat!<\/p>\n


\nVieneze<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chiar niciodat\u0103 n-am num\u0103rat
\nnop\u021bile vieneze petrecute cu tine,
\nn-am aflat num\u0103rul r\u0103nilor din ochii p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,
\nnu mi-am contabilizat orele de rostire,
\nnici stropii de ploaie ce-mi sp\u0103lau
\nt\u00e2mplele r\u0103zvr\u0103tirii
\n\u00een luni de mu\u021benie\u2026
\nC\u00e2ndva, p\u0103s\u0103ri clandestine vor intra
\npe hornul nep\u0103s\u0103rii \u0219i-mi vor rupe
\nlan\u021burile, cu care m-am legat
\nde ferestrele pe\u0219terilor.<\/p>\n


\nPloaie de nuf\u0103r<\/strong><\/p>\n

Niciodat\u0103 n-ai fost curios cum
\nplou\u0103 \u00een mine, cum tremur\u0103
\nochii deasupra fiec\u0103rui g\u00e2nd,
\ncum, \u00eentre forme scurte de exprimare,
\nchem ploile s\u0103-mi spele obrazul de-at\u00e2ta sur\u00e2s!
\nE-at\u00e2ta ploaie \u00een mine c\u0103 m-a n\u0103scut un nuf\u0103r
\npeste ape\u2026 \u00eencet, sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd!<\/p>\n


\nFeerie \u00een noapte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Printre petunii \u0219i reginele nop\u021bilor de mister,
\nsub raz\u0103 de lun\u0103 t\u00e2rzie,
\no floare divin\u0103, \u00een strai de regin\u0103 \u00eembrac\u0103
\nparfumul nop\u021bii\u2026
\nBusuiocul\u2026 efluvii alese \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie\u2026
\n\u00cen gr\u0103dina culorilor,
\ncu petalele \u00een rug\u0103ciune,
\nploile-\u021bi spal\u0103 slove de har \u0219i de suflet hoinar,
\nce leag\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de cer,
\n\u00een lini\u0219tea verii, \u00eencet.<\/p>\n


\nFlori de tei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tei \u00eenflori\u021bi, lumina\u021bi ochii ce respir\u0103 unde cere\u0219ti,
\nc\u00e2nd atingi o creang\u0103 de tei!
\nC\u00e2nd frunzele se desprind
\nde copacul-mam\u0103, esen\u021ba lor le poart\u0103 harul;
\nlacrimi arteziene \u021b\u00e2\u0219nesc din str\u0103fundul teilor
\n\u0219i te invit\u0103 s\u0103 nu-i ocole\u0219ti
\n\u0219i s\u0103 le \u00eenvele\u0219ti dimine\u021bile;
\ns\u0103 le culegi evantaiele de mir\u0103ri!
\nT\u00e2rziu, vei asculta ciripitul viorilor,
\n\u00een calea stingerii de stele,
\nnop\u021bi regale, amprentele iubirilor mele rebele!<\/p>\n


\nMacii-n ad\u00e2ncuri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lumina se confund\u0103 cu macii
\nde-a lungul drumului;
\nMiroase a via\u021b\u0103, a rug\u0103ciune,
\nmiroase a lume cu chip \u00eengeresc.
\nZgomot de mai,
\nmurmur de maci \u00eenv\u0103p\u0103ia\u021bi precum ochii trec\u0103torilor\u2026
\n\u0218i str\u0103mo\u0219ilor le-a pl\u0103cut
\nlumina ro\u0219ie din r\u0103sf\u0103\u021bul macilor.
\nPlec\u00e2nd \u00een lumea lor,
\nau luat cu ei sur\u00e2sul macilor \u00een miezul ad\u00e2ncului\u2026
\nFoamea de lumin\u0103 salveaz\u0103 macii,
\nr\u0103d\u0103cinile r\u0103muroase ale str\u0103bunilor
\nne binecuv\u00e2nteaz\u0103 lini\u0219tea!<\/p>\n

(din volumul \u201eAura umbrei<\/em>\u201d, \u00een curs de apari\u021bie)<\/p>\n


\nLucian M\u0102N\u0102ILESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen autobuz cu Eugenio Montale<\/strong><\/p>\n

Privim t\u0103cu\u0163i pe fereastr\u0103 peisajul
\ncu B\u0103r\u0103ganul defri\u015fat de t\u0103cere, cu c\u00e2te
\nau fost \u015fi mai ales nu au fost \u00een acest
\nLevant exilat la marginea cerului.<\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 noi un copil, un mic \u015foarece mov,
\nron\u0163\u0103ie semin\u0163e de floarea soarelui;
\ncojile lor scuipate printre din\u0163i sunt asemenea
\ncuvintelor rostite, r\u0103mase f\u0103r\u0103 miez\u2026<\/p>\n

O, da, \u00eemi amintesc: \u201eNimic nu r\u0103scump\u0103r\u0103
\npl\u00e2nsul copilului\/ c\u0103ruia \u00eei scap\u0103 balonul printre case\u201d.
\n\u015ei totu\u015fi, micul \u015foarece mov mo\u0163\u0103ie cu capul
\npe umbra inimii; lui nu i se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 nimic
\ndin pustiul dens al poeziei.<\/p>\n

Nici satelor \u00een\u015firate \u00een procesiune lene\u015f\u0103
\nnu li se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 nimic \u2013 strig\u0103tul gregar
\n\u015fi-a pierdut anotimpurile, mierla \u015fi-a sugrumat c\u00e2ntecul,
\nbenzi lungi de asfalt alearg\u0103 n\u0103uce
\nde la un cap\u0103t la cel\u0103lalt al lumii\u2026<\/p>\n

Spa\u0163iul \u00eengust dintre absen\u0163ele noastre
\nse umple de cojile cuvintelor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mihaela MALEA STROE Perspective, retrospective \u0219i planuri de viitor \u2014 Copiii cresc, \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 zi vor pleca\u2026 Atunci o s\u0103-\u021bi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"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":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13144"}],"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\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13144"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13144\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13149,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13144\/revisions\/13149"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13144"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13144"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13144"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}