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Ilona CRISTINA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu-mi e\u0219ti<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi e\u0219ti g\u00e2nd subtil
\nascuns \u00een trecut
\nla col\u021buri de amintiri<\/p>\n

\u0219i e\u0219ti aici
\n\u00een mine
\n\u00een ochiul meu verde de var\u0103
\n\u0219i-mi e\u0219ti s\u0103rut<\/p>\n

\u0219i nu e\u0219ti aici
\n\u00een bra\u021bele
\n\u00een spa\u021biul \u0103sta gol
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 aperi de mine
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenve\u021bi s\u0103 zbor<\/p>\n

\u0219i nu e\u0219ti al meu
\nniciodat\u0103 n-ai fost
\nvei fi infinit departe
\niar eu nu \u0219tiu
\ncine voi fi.<\/p>\n


\nfil\u0103 goal\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 doare fila din cartea asta goal\u0103
\nc\u0103 e alb\u0103 \u0219i trist\u0103
\nc\u0103 nu \u0219tie ce sunt alea cuvinte de dragoste.<\/p>\n

tu
\nm\u0103 vrei s\u0103-ti fiu poveste
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 narezi la persoana a III a singular
\ns\u0103 nu ui\u021bi c\u0103 m-ai avut c\u00e2ndva<\/p>\n

m\u0103 crezi aiurea \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 de \u00een\u021beles
\nnu \u0219tii c\u0103 odat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103
\nnu m\u0103 purtam a\u0219a<\/p>\n

ai uitat c\u00e2nd te strigam ,,iubire\u201d
\nai uitat c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi eram roman…<\/p>\n

eu
\nte vreau s\u0103 ui\u021bi de mine
\nte rog s\u0103 clipe\u0219ti spre \u00eenainte
\ne\u0219ti stea apus\u0103 pe t\u00e2mpla mea
\nr\u0103m\u00e2i a\u0219a<\/p>\n


\nAndreea MAFTEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prefa\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u0103iat\u0103 \u00een rou\u0103, prima lumin\u0103 solar\u0103…
\nt\u0103cut\u0103,
\neu, pe spr\u00e2nceana somnului. Caut
\ncuvintele. Moi, leg\u0103nate. S\u00e2nul plin, \u00eenc\u0103,
\nle strig\u0103…din gur\u0103 de ceas. Telefonul c\u00e2nt\u0103
\n,,Let’s have some fun”.
\nAgasant.
\nP\u00e2nza unui p\u0103ianjen coboar\u0103,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a fi vreun deranj,
\nla crucea patului, dar
\nne prefacem preocupa\u021bi am\u00e2ndoi,
\n\u00eentr-un Do not disturb pus la
\nprimul contact. G\u00e2ndesc.
\nLas totul \u0219i-mi schimb dispozi\u021bia,
\ndiminea\u021ba, c\u00e2te jum\u0103tate din timpul –
\nr\u0103spuns la „cu ce m\u0103 \u00eembrac”,
\nazi\/
\n\u021binuta de zi. Eu, doar, piept\u0103nat\u0103
\nlejer. Trag aer \u00een piept
\n\u0219i-mi c\u00e2nt…,,Let\u2019s have some fun\u201d.<\/p>\n

***
\nGongul de sear\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe col\u021bul h\u00e2rtiei ne\u00eentoarse,
\nvreme de-o clip\u0103, noi \u0219i toat\u0103 lini\u0219tea
\ncolinei a \u0219aptea, numerot\u0103m ziua.
\nCu aripi \u00eentinse \u00eengerii verzi
\nfredoneaz\u0103 acordul serii. Alambicat.
\nSpre alte \u0219ase puncte se fabric\u0103 via\u021ba.
\nPierdute de timp, pe scoar\u021ba luminii,
\ndiamantine, dou\u0103 cre\u0219tete-n joac\u0103.
\n\u00ce\u0219i spun cuv\u00e2ntul \u00eencorsetat
\nla prima noastr\u0103 emo\u021bie.
\nZiua \u0219i praful
\nlovesc cu putere boarea de v\u00e2nt
\ncu sf\u00e2nt parfum de caprifoi
\nce miruie cerul ochilor no\u0219tri.
\nRodat, doar miezul ars de brad
\n\u0219i balansoarul
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103 povestea lor printr-o t\u0103cere –
\nla primul gong…
\nSeara de gal\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nFrancisco Jos\u00e9 Mart\u00ednez MOR\u00c1N<\/strong>
\n\"\"

(Madrid, 1981), scriitor, realizator de emisiuni
\nradiofonice \u00een SER Henares, director al revistei
\nQuebrados, Doctor \u00een Literatur\u0103 Comparat\u0103, a terminat
\nstudiile la Universitatea din Alcal\u00e1. A fost distins cu
\nPremiul Poes\u00eda Joven F\u00e9lix Grande \u0219i XXIV Premio de
\nPoes\u00eda Hiperi\u00f3n.
\nScrie studii literare, fost membru al Centro de Estudios
\nCervantinos. A publicat patru c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i colaboreaz\u0103 cu
\nnumeroase reviste literare.<\/p>\n

Cuvinte \u0219i pupile<\/strong><\/p>\n

Roza viseaz\u0103 la un b\u0103rbat:
\ncu o triste\u021be care-i e str\u0103in\u0103
\n\u00ee\u0219i m\u0103soar\u0103 eroziunile pielii,
\n\u00een\u0219ir\u0103 vorbe \u0219i pupile,
\n\u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-n\u021beleag\u0103 dezam\u0103girea,
\nteama \u0219i speran\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Viseaz\u0103 c\u0103 existen\u021ba se reduce
\nla s\u00e2nge la puls \u0219i la praf;
\nviseaz\u0103 c\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219te lungi anotimpuri,
\nse viseaz\u0103 palid\u0103 \u0219i ur\u00e2t\u0103, se viseaz\u0103
\nexcesiv de b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i uitat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Viseaz\u0103 c\u0103 ceilal\u021bi sunt ce care provoac\u0103 r\u0103ni.<\/p>\n


\n\u00censemn\u0103ri despre un fapt evident<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cei vom vedea murind,
\nagoniz\u00e2nd, \u00eentin\u0219i pe a\u0219ternuturi
\nde spital, at\u00e2t de bolnavi \u0219i de extenua\u021bi,
\nc\u0103 abia mai au putere s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103
\nde implacabila team\u0103 care-i \u00eenconjoar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Halatele legate la spate,
\nfebr\u0103 sub zero,
\nb\u0103l\u021bi de sudoare, glasuri amu\u021bite
\nochi ne\u00eensufle\u021bi\u021bi, ulcere,<\/p>\n

carne albit\u0103,
\np\u0103r \u00eeng\u0103lbenit, piele cr\u0103pat\u0103,
\nchip agitat \u0219i inexpresiv,
\ncertitudinea de a sta \u00een fa\u021ba oglinzii.<\/p>\n


\n\u00censerare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Toat\u0103 seara am f\u0103cut dragoste,
\nstau \u00een a\u0219ternut, pe jum\u0103tate adormit,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a putea s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la altceva
\n\u00een afara pletelor pe care le m\u00e2ng\u00e2i
\nc\u00e2nd m\u00e2inile mi se pierd dup\u0103 g\u00e2tul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Strig\u0103 cineva \u00een strad\u0103 \u0219i te ridici
\nf\u0103r\u0103 pudoare, dezbr\u0103cat\u0103, \u0219i curioas\u0103,
\nspui ceva, r\u00e2zi, \u0219i-apoi taci.<\/p>\n

\u00cen timp ce se-nnopteaz\u0103, \u00een lumina slab\u0103,
\ntrupul t\u0103u se mic\u0219oreaz\u0103 \u00een fereastr\u0103.<\/p>\n

ca o exaltare a intangibilului:<\/p>\n

a\u0219a, goal\u0103, e\u0219ti perfect\u0103, ca un simbol
\nde foc peste marea neconsolat\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nVestibul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe zid sunt albe flori \u00eent\u00e2rziate.
\nPoate c\u0103 vor fi culcate de primele ploi
\nale toamnei, poate c\u0103 m\u00e2ine
\ncorolele lor ofilite nu vor mai fi
\nnici albe nici str\u0103lucitoare nici m\u0103t\u0103soase.<\/p>\n

Va fi frig \u00een noaptea asta \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103
\nn-am g\u0103sit un vestibul care s\u0103 m\u0103
\nad\u0103posteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n\u0218i continu\u0103 scriind<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am continuat s\u0103 scriu \u00een fiecare zi,
\nca cel ce rupe lumea \u00eentre degete
\n\u0219i-i \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie miezul pe z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nCartografie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e frig \u0219i nu m\u0103 pot ad\u0103posti<\/p>\n

Traducere Elisabeta Bo\u021ban<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPremiul revistei Literadura la concursul
\n\u201eV. Voiculescu – Arc peste timp\u201d \u2013 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

Teodora LUNGOCI (Suceava)<\/strong>
\n\"\"

a (nu) apar\u021bine <\/strong><\/p>\n

azi mi-am dat seama c\u0103 sunt mai nebun\u0103 dec\u00e2t
\nvecina cu moa\u021be. o \u0219tiam cumva, dar nu mi-am dat
\nvoie
\ns\u0103 o cred
\nle-am zis: ,,c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 fiu mare, o s\u0103 fiu un felinar\u201d
\nei au r\u00e2s m-au \u00eentrebat dac\u0103 sunt b\u0103tut\u0103 \u00een cap.
\n,,asta nu e o meserie\u201d<\/p>\n

a\u0219a c\u0103 am venit acas\u0103 am \u00eenceput s\u0103 caut leacuri
\npe google. oamenii normali n-au descoperit a\u0219a
\nceva
\nprobabil n-au timp din cauza normalit\u0103\u021bii
\n(care ocup\u0103 foarte mult spa\u021biu pe harddisk
\nmie \u00eemi place s\u0103 \u0219terg fi\u0219ierele inutile)<\/p>\n

am scris pe caietul de noti\u021be ,,nimic\u201d. am aruncat
\npixul
\ns-a lovit surd de veioz\u0103. focul \u00eencarcerat a
\ntremurat, \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-mi m\u00e2na
\nmi-am zis c\u0103 aici voi apar\u021bine cu siguran\u021b\u0103
\nm-am a\u0219ezat pe spate
\nca s\u0103 simt c\u00e2t mai repede cum m\u0103 integrez
\nam \u00eencercat s\u0103 m\u0103 bag \u00een jocul fl\u0103c\u0103rilor
\npentru c\u0103 afar\u0103 era frig, dar nu \u0219tiam regulile
\nde fapt nu erau reguli<\/p>\n

poate c\u0103 era doar o joac\u0103 de-a oxidarea
\nfocul e at\u00e2t de imatur de ciudat
\nnici aici nu apar\u021bii cuiva chiar nu<\/p>\n


\ncleaner is active<\/strong><\/p>\n

cine vrea s\u0103 fie otr\u0103vit m\u0103rul
\ns\u0103 fie bun<\/p>\n

dorin\u021ba de a deveni simetric\u0103. ni\u0219te imagini
\n\u00eentr-un cimitir de realit\u0103\u021bi
\ne prea t\u00e2rziu s\u0103-mi par\u0103 r\u0103u c\u0103 am profitat
\nde pl\u0103ceri interzise<\/p>\n

vreau s\u0103 g\u0103sesc repede \u00eenecatul \u00een mare
\npe care niciun salvamar n-ar \u00eencerca
\ns\u0103-l resusciteze<\/p>\n

a\u0219a e scris: stabilopozii vor fi pietre de moar\u0103
\nvaluri (ab)surde vor t\u0103ia orizontul
\noasele altui timp vor decora priveli\u0219tea
\nmarea va \u021bipa ca o turm\u0103 de elefan\u021bi<\/p>\n

cum s\u0103 juri pe to\u021bi dumnezeii
\nc\u0103 trecerea n-o s\u0103 doar\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd tu<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

abel 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

se uit\u0103 pe furi\u0219 la mine \u0219i-mi \u0219opte\u0219te
\nc\u0103-i place universul meu
\nfiindc\u0103 e un num\u0103r ira\u021bional,
\nspre deosebire de celelalte pe care le-a str\u0103b\u0103tut.<\/p>\n

i-am zis s\u0103-\u0219i st\u0103p\u00e2neasc\u0103 privirea aceea vulgar\u0103
\npentru c\u0103 nu mi-a\u0219 imagina cum am emite
\n\u00eempreun\u0103 lumin\u0103
\nd\u00e2nd via\u021b\u0103 sistemului nostru solar.<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 dea refresh la discu\u021bie, mi-a explicat
\ncum identific\u0103 el pe un cli\u0219eu infraro\u0219u
\nceva \u00eentre noi,
\niar eu l-am \u00eendemnat s\u0103 se lase b\u0103tut:
\nfragmentul \u0103sta de galaxie e prea slab<\/p>\n

,,o s\u0103-mi iau un spectroscop mai bun\u201d, mi-a zis
\nr\u00e2njind
\nam plecat\/ am sim\u021bit c\u0103
\ncei 13.2 mld de ani lumin\u0103 dintre noi sunt o
\ndistan\u021b\u0103
\nprea mic\u0103<\/p>\n


\nTudor CICU<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen palma mea se ascunde o lume<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe Simina Maria Sima, elev\u0103 la Colegiul
\nNa\u021bional \u201eB.P. Ha\u0219deu\u201d din Buz\u0103u, o
\nrecomand\u0103 Gabriela Matiu \u2013 prin
\nfrumoasele cuvinte \u00eenscrise \u00een prefa\u021ba la carte
\n\u201eCuv\u00e2nt \u00eenainte\u201d: \u201e\u00ce\u0219i exteriorizeaz\u0103 cu
\nnea\u0219teptat\u0103 sinceritate, decen\u021b\u0103 \u0219i maturitate
\nspaimele, fobiile, temerile\u201d. Cred \u00een destinul ei de
\npoet\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 (pentru mine, ca lector) odat\u0103 cu
\napari\u021bia volumului \u201e\u00cen palma mea se ascunde o
\nlume\u201d, ap\u0103rut la editura Omega, 2016.
\nT\u00e2n\u0103ra poet\u0103 ne vorbe\u0219te despre dragoste,
\nlumea \u00eenconjur\u0103toare cu mirajul ei, desprinderea
\nde copil\u0103rie, dar \u0219i moarte (cu teama \u0219i disperarea
\ncelui care a \u0219i \u00eenfruntat-o). Teme precum
\nsingur\u0103tatea, triste\u021bea, misterul clipei tr\u0103ite,
\nsperan\u021ba \u00een mirajul iubirii, visul, sondarea unor
\ntr\u0103iri halucinante, fiorii primelor iubiri: sunt
\numbre care-i vor a\u0219terne poteci de str\u0103b\u0103tut
\ndinspre g\u00e2ndul ce alearg\u0103 \u00eensetat c\u0103tre poezie.
\nAi putea crede c\u0103 poezia Siminei Maria Sima,
\nca joc \u0219i artificii, ne aminte\u0219te de barocul cu
\nsubstrat oniric al poe\u021bilor nocturni reci-glaciali,
\ndar cu poemul \u201eM\u0103 nasc\u201d, desferec\u0103 lac\u0103tul de la
\ncuf\u0103rul \u020bn care \u020b\u0219i \u021bine poezia: \u201e\u2026nu \u0219tiam\/c\u0103
\nvisele se pot sculpta \u00een pielea mea,\/c\u0103 nu sunt
\n\u00eentreb\u0103ri pe care cerul s\u0103 nu le poat\u0103 scurge\/p\u00e2n\u0103-n
\ncreier,\/s\u0103 le amestece cu tine \u0219i s\u0103 cad\u0103,\/s\u0103
\ncad\u0103,\/s\u0103 scrie din mine un vers n\u0103scut f\u0103r\u0103
\ncuv\u00e2nt,\/s\u0103 m\u0103 despice cu o silab\u0103 dintr-un
\nvers,\/s\u0103-mi rup\u0103 aripile \u0219i s\u0103 le coas\u0103 invers ca s\u0103
\nnu mai pot\/s\u0103 zbor\u201d. Un torent n\u0103valnic \u00eei este
\npoezia iar ea se afl\u0103, deocamdat\u0103, \u020bn pragul acelei
\nv\u00e2rste c\u00e2nd o tornad\u0103 de sentimente str\u00e2nse s\u0103
\nsus\u021bin\u0103 un conflict permanent cu sine, un nou
\n\u00eenceput de c\u0103ut\u0103ri, oscila\u021bii \u0219i uimiri, promit s\u0103
\na\u0219tearn\u0103 c\u00e2teva note grave pe portativul unde \u00ee\u0219i
\ntr\u0103ie\u0219te cu intensitate propriul destin creator. Este
\nun \u00eendemn c\u0103tre cei care \u00eenc\u0103 nu au uitat de
\nmirajul unei lumi \u201ecare mi se desface printre
\ndegete\u201d;
\nC\u00e2t de departe va str\u0103bate, \u00een poezie, Simina
\nMaria Sima, c\u00e2nd \u201e\u00een palma mea se ascunde o
\nlume pe care a t\u0103iat-o un cu\u021bit\u201d (vezi poemul
\nCruce) \u0219i lirica ei va irumpe \u00een cascade printre alte
\nmulte tr\u0103iri, vom tr\u0103i \u0219i vom vedea.<\/p>\n


\nLabirintul<\/strong><\/p>\n

,,Labirintul\u201d c\u0103ut\u0103rilor lui Teo Cabel cel
\ncare \u00eei \u201e\u00eemp\u0103iaz\u0103 cuvintele \u0219i le pune\/La
\ngeamul iluziei\u201d salvatoare, ca \u00een basmul
\nrom\u00e2nesc, este iubirea. Poemul exorcizare, care
\ndeschide volumul din care am citat aceste versuri,
\ncon\u021bine \u0219i cheia descifr\u0103rii acestei lumi labirintice
\ncu fapte ne\u00een\u021belese \u0219i susceptibile \u00een interpret\u0103ri.
\n\u0218i mai departe afl\u0103m c\u0103 e \u201egrea calea, \u00eenfometat\u0103
\nde ad\u00e2ncuri vindec\u0103toare\u201d. Dar cuvintele, aceste
\nfire desprinse cu migal\u0103, dintr-un ghem al
\nAriadnei, sunt ca pe\u0219tii \u201e\u00een acvariul ochiului
\nfl\u0103m\u00e2nd de c\u0103r\u0103ri\u201d de \u00eei \u00eemping, tot mai departe
\nde malul spre care v\u00e2sle\u0219te, cum spune \u00een motto-ul
\nc\u0103r\u021bii, imaginile, pentru a integra rostirea
\npoemului \u00een mister.
\nCeea ce \u00eel define\u0219te pe Teo Cabel \u00een cea de a
\ntreia sa carte de poezie intitulat\u0103 \u201eLabirintul\u201d (Ed.
\nBrumar, 2017) este amprenta inedit\u0103 a unui poet
\nde construc\u021bie, lucr\u00e2nd misterios cu cuvintele.
\nImpresia celui care \u00eei va citi noua sa carte e c\u0103
\n\u00eencepe poemul ca \u0219i cum ar preg\u0103ti instrumentele
\npentru a intra \u00een tainele unei simfonii mozartiene
\n\u0219i \u00eel p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219te \u00een aceea\u0219i t\u0103cere cu care venise: \u201eai
\nconstruit, \u00een t\u0103cere,\/Din ochii t\u0103i p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ochii
\nmei\/Un pod,\/Ca Apollodor din Damasc\u201d
\n(aniversare).
\nV\u00e2slind alteori spre poezia confesiv\u0103, a
\nfragmentarismului \u00een redarea tr\u0103irilor secven\u021biale,
\na ipostazelor reflexive de comunicare, a m\u00e2nuirii
\n\u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rii poetul schematizeaz\u0103 parabola
\nreevalu\u00e2nd limbajul poetic spre tr\u0103iri mitice: \u201eNici
\nnu \u0219tia c\u0103 v\u00e2neaz\u0103, \u00eentre\/Coperte cartonate, morile
\nde v\u00e2nt,\/Alerga pe c\u00e2mpia paginii,\/Ritmul verde,
\niarba, din visul s\u0103u t\u00e2nt\u201d (dulcineea).
\nDup\u0103 aria de ac\u021biune a poemelor
\ndistingem dou\u0103 tendin\u021be ale poeziei sale de
\nsuflet: prima se valorific\u0103 mai mult prin
\nlirismul imagina\u021biei simbolistice uz\u00e2nd \u0219i de
\nmetafor\u0103, a doua se fixeaz\u0103 pe text sau pe
\nscriitura epic\u0103. Din acest labirint poetic,
\ncititorul va g\u0103si \u0219i drumul spre ie\u0219irea dintr-un
\nlabirint asem\u0103n\u0103tor cu cel descris de eroul lui
\nDickens din Marile speran\u021be.<\/p>\n


\nColierul de rou\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu volumul \u201eColierul de rou\u0103\u201d ap\u0103rut
\nla Ed. Editgraph, 2017, Mihai M.
\nMacovei, ne dezv\u0103luie un poet nu at\u00e2t
\nal ideii, c\u00e2t al fastuosului scormonitor \u00een
\ncuvinte. Cu \u201eiure\u0219ul expresiilor \u00een care
\nsuntem atra\u0219i\u201d (dup\u0103 Mihaela Roxana Boboc
\n\u00een prefa\u021ba la carte), poetul buzoian biruie \u00eenc\u0103
\nodat\u0103 timpul care se dilat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eencremene\u0219te
\ns\u0103 reintre \u00een spa\u021biul c\u00e2\u0219tigat dup\u0103 fulminantul
\ndebut avut cu \u201eDup\u0103 ochiul trecerii\u201d, \u00een 1989.
\nStarea ludic\u0103 (\u201edorm \u00eentr-un somn de ran\u0103\u201d),
\n\u00een care Mihai M. Macovei g\u00e2nde\u0219te \u0219i-\u0219i
\nrostuie\u0219te poemul, face parte din starea \u00een care
\nse petrec acele evenimente ale percep\u021biei ideii
\nridicat\u0103 pe templul cuvintelor. Acest \u0219trengar
\nzgomotos \u0219i timid \u00een plato\u0219a sa este un poet al
\nprofunzimilor despicate de apele cuv\u00e2ntului \u0219i
\nat\u00e2t de des b\u0103tute de v\u00e2slele poe\u021bilor care au
\ngenerat un \u00eentreg evantai de frumuse\u021bi. Cl\u0103dit\u0103
\n\u00een buchete de c\u00e2te \u0219ase poeme ce urmeaz\u0103
\nunui num\u0103r de nou\u0103 scrisori, textele sunt alese
\nca pentru a destr\u0103ma idei \u00een\u0219urubate \u00een fiin\u021ba
\nmisteriosului univers \u0219i a recompune
\nimaginea unui \u00eentreg vizionar. Dup\u0103 acest
\npoet, nefericirea n-ar locui \u00een universul
\ncuvintelor ci \u00een adev\u0103rurile pe care ni le
\ndezv\u0103luie: \u201e\u0219i tot a\u0219a fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi ca lupii\u2026
\nseara\/vom murmura vom murmura\/\u0219i vom tr\u0103i
\no ve\u0219nicie iubindu-ne\/singur\u0103tatea-n doi\u201d.
\nMetafora poemului \u00eenchide o triste\u021be
\niremediabil\u0103 a v\u00e2rstei, salvat\u0103 cu trecerea
\ntimpului \u00een iubirea \u0219i revenirea la dragostea
\ndint\u00e2i: \u201eNu m\u0103 iubi\u201d; \u201eDor de dor\u201d; \u201e\u021ai-am
\nscris \u00een octombrie\u201d; \u201e\u00centoarce-te\u201d. Cele nou\u0103
\nscrisori au bl\u00e2nde\u021bea graiului moldovean
\na\u0219ternut peste versul lui scris cu \u201etocul cu
\npeni\u021ba de aur\u201d. Dintre ele \u201e\u2026Na!\u201d; \u201e\u00centoarce-te
\nla plopi\u201d, par \u00eenchipuitele scrisori,
\nnetrimise, ale unui poet Luceaf\u0103r c\u0103tre
\npreafrumoasa muritoare de pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt. Alteori
\nrostirea sa e \u00eenduio\u0219\u0103toare ca un pulsar trezit
\ndin adormire: \u201eA venit timpul s\u0103 te \u00eembrac
\n\u00eentr-o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103\u201d de mireas\u0103, a poeziei.<\/p>\n


\nInimitabil<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen volumul de versuri (edi\u021bie bilingv\u0103:
\nrom\u00e2n\u0103\/englez\u0103) intitulat \u201eInimitabil\u201d,
\nap\u0103rut la ed. Editgraph, 2017, Manuela
\nCamelia Sava ne ofer\u0103 un anotimp al iubirii
\nm\u0103rturisite. Adept\u0103 a versului liber, a
\npoemului fr\u00e2nt din tiparul haiku-lui, Manuela
\nCamelia Sava cro\u0219eteaz\u0103 sentimentele, (\u201ede
\ncealalt\u0103 parte a ferestrei\u201d) cu inima zv\u00e2cnind
\n\u00een povestea de iubire mereu reluat\u0103 \u0219i \u00eentoars\u0103
\npe acela\u0219i \u201eperon al speran\u021belor\u201d: \u201edintr-odat\u0103
\nlumea devenise \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare\/soarele se
\nmutase\/de cealalt\u0103 parte a ferestrei mele
\nroz\/am strigat cu putere\/s\u0103 aud\u0103 Dumnezeu\/te
\niubesc\/El nu m-ar fi ascultat prea cur\u00e2nd\/fiind
\nocupat cu ceilal\u021bi\u201d (Lumea \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare).
\nPoeta \u00ee\u0219i personalizeaz\u0103 poemele urm\u00e2nd
\no linie expresionist\u0103, de nota\u021bii imagistice
\nfire\u0219ti. Apoi \u201eam\u0103nuntele vie\u021bii\u201d, pot cuprinde
\ncuvintele fiec\u0103ruia dintre noi ori altfel de
\nsolemnit\u0103\u021bi ale sugestiei. Cititorului i se
\nindic\u0103 numai orizonturile \u0219i frumuse\u021bea
\nnedeslu\u0219it\u0103, magic\u0103 a imagina\u021biei. Iar autoarea
\nva fi, \u00een vizorul cititorului, cea de dincolo de
\nsoarele \u00eenchipuit copacul cu at\u00e2tea
\nsemnifica\u021bii, visul, marea cu accesoriile ei,
\nsufletul, inima, luna, g\u0103rile \u00eentruchipate \u00een
\nvers.
\nVisul face parte din aspira\u021bia spre magia
\niubirii: \u201eCopiii suflau \u00een p\u0103p\u0103dii\/p\u0103reau
\nsolda\u021bi ce str\u0103juiau visul meu\/(\u00ee\u021bi povesteam
\nc\u00e2teodat\u0103 ce visam nop\u021bile)\/trenuri paralele
\n\/ne urmau cu aripile lor negre\/\u00eengerii aveau
\nsemin\u021be \u00een ochi\/zburau jur \u00eemprejurul
\nmeu\/priveau mira\u021bi spre p\u0103p\u0103dii. \u0218i natura e
\nadus\u0103 \u00een discu\u021bie ca pretext pentru a-\u0219i
\nexprima fiorii unor iubiri de adolescent. Cum
\n\u00een dragoste niciun sacrificiu nu-i de ajuns, \u201eo
\nvioar\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een surdin\u0103\u201d: \u201eUn pesc\u0103ru\u0219
\npribeag ar\u0103\/sear\u0103 de sear\u0103\/\u00een g\u00e2ndurile
\nmele\/\u2026\/dincolo se na\u0219te doar visul\/tu r\u0103m\u00e2i
\ndeparte ca o planet\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 \u00een spa\u021biul
\nprozaic\u201d (Peisaje marine \u2013 II.) \u201eNe vom
\n\u00eent\u00e2lni \u00een alt vis\u2026\u201d, acolo unde va veni (ne
\npromite) ca \u00eenger p\u0103zitor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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