{"id":13362,"date":"2021-02-01T16:26:31","date_gmt":"2021-02-01T13:26:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13362"},"modified":"2021-02-01T16:26:31","modified_gmt":"2021-02-01T13:26:31","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-62-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13362","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 62 (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

In memoriam<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Radu C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poet, eseist, traduc\u0103tor, jurnalist literar, editor, directorul de onoare al revistei \u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d ar fi \u00eemplinit anul acesta 91 de ani, dac\u0103 Dumnezeu l-ar mai fi l\u0103sat printre noi.
\nS-a n\u0103scut la 14 februarie 1928, \u00een satul Valea lui Lalu \u2013 comuna Pardo\u015fi, jud. R\u00eemnicu S\u0103rat (azi, Buz\u0103u) \u0219i a urmat cursurile Liceului Ferdinand (azi, Colegiul \u201eAl. Vlahu\u021b\u0103\u201d) din R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat.
\nLicen\u0163iat al Facult\u0103\u0163ii de Silvicultur\u0103 din Bra\u015fov (1954), s-a ocupat ani la r\u00e2nd de lucruri concret\/ materiale, cum ar fi salvarea p\u0103durilor rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, dar \u0219i de cele spirituale, ecoul lor afl\u00e2ndu-se \u00een \u201eAlmanahul p\u0103durii\u201d, o dovad\u0103 poetic\u0103 a iubirii de natur\u0103.
\nA \u00eenfiin\u0163at, \u00een 1964, la Bac\u0103u, revista de cultur\u0103 Ateneu (serie nou\u0103). A fost secretar al Uniunii Scriitorilor (1972\u20131976), apoi \u015fef al sec\u0163iei de literatur\u0103 \u015fi art\u0103 la revista Contemporanul (1976\u20131990), director al Editurii Orion (din 1991) \u015fi director executiv al Funda\u0163iei Na\u0163ionale \u201eIzvoare\u201c pentru protec\u0163ia Naturii \u015fi Artelor \u00een Rom\u00e2nia (\u00eencep\u00e2nd cu 1997).
\nDin bogata-i oper\u0103 subliniem: Org\u0103 \u015fi iarb\u0103 \u2013 1966; Umbra femeii (sonete) \u2013 1968; Centaur \u00eendr\u0103gostit \u2013 1969; Gr\u0103dina \u00een form\u0103 de vis (noi sonete de iubire) \u2013 1970; C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd dintr-un arbore \u2013 1971; Oracol deschis \u2013 1971; C\u00e2ntarea c\u00e2nt\u0103rilor (parafraz\u0103 modern\u0103 la celebrul text omonim, din Vechiul Testament, atribuit regelui Solomon) \u2013 1973; Banchetul \u2013 1973; Temerile lui Orfeu \u2013 1978; Un spa\u0163iu de dor (col. \u201ecele mai frumoase poezii\u201c) \u2013 1980; Sonete (de iubire \u015fi moarte) \u2013 1983; Clipa etern\u0103 (col. \u201epoe\u0163i rom\u00e2ni contemporani\u201c) \u20131988; Scrisorile c\u0103tre Dorador (text rom\u00e2n-francez) \u2013 1997; Heraldica iubirii (col. \u201ebiblioteca pentru to\u0163i\u201c) \u2013 1999; Scrieri (edi\u0163ie \u00een trei volume, \u00eengrijit\u0103 de autor, selec\u0163ie din \u00eentreaga-i oper\u0103: I \u2013 Arborele memoriei; II \u2013 Heraldica iubirii; III \u2013 Clipa etern\u0103) \u2013 2004. Din traduceri, not\u0103m (numai pe cele editate \u00een volume): L\u00e9opold S\u00e9dar Senghor (Senegal): Jertfe negre \u2013 1969; Sre\u010dko Kosovel (Slovenia): Extazul mor\u0163ii \u2013 1975; Kahlil Gibran (Liban): Profetul \u015fi Gr\u0103dina Profetului \u2013 1983; Charles Baudelaire (Fran\u0163a): Florile r\u0103ului \u201eLes fleurs du mal\u201c (prima integral\u0103 liric\u0103 Baudelaire \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103, \u00eenf\u0103ptuit\u0103 de un singur traduc\u0103tor) \u2013 1991; Jacques Chessex (Elve\u0163ia): Elegiile lui Yorik \u2013 1995; Mousse Boulanger (Elve\u0163ia): Inim\u0103 de aur \u2013 1998; Delmira Agustini (Uruguay): Dulci elegii \u2013 2002.
\nRadu C\u00e2rneci a fost \u015fi autorul unor mari antologii literare, astfel: Sonete \u2013 Shakespeare \u2013 Voiculescu \u2013 1996; Arborele neuit\u0103rii (cuprinz\u00e2nd poe\u0163i de limb\u0103 rom\u00e2n\u0103 din Israel) \u2013 1997; Miori\u0163a \u2013 \u00een \u015fapte limbi (rom\u00e2n\u0103, francez\u0103, spaniol\u0103, italian\u0103, englez\u0103, german\u0103, rus\u0103) \u2013 1997; Poezia P\u0103durii rom\u00e2ne (patru volume; I \u2013 poezie popular\u0103 de inspira\u0163ie silvestr\u0103; II \u2013 clasicii; III \u2013 modernii; IV \u2013 contemporanii) \u2013 2001; Cinegetica (trei volume de texte din literatura universal\u0103 \u015fi rom\u00e2n\u0103) \u2013 2003; Antologia C\u00e2ntarea C\u00e2nt\u0103rilor (cuprinz\u00e2nd 16 variante \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103, de la cea din Biblia lui \u015eerban \u20131688 \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een 2008) \u2013 2009; Antologia Sonetului Rom\u00e2nesc (trei volume) \u2013 2009.
\nA primit numeroase premii ale Academiei Rom\u00e2ne \u015fi ale Uniunii Scriitorilor, precum \u0219i titlul de Doctor Honoris Causa al Universit\u0103\u0163ii \u201eVasile Alecsandri\u201c \u2013 Bac\u0103u. N-a fost \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntat cu onoruri militare, ca unii poe\u021bi rom\u00e2ni situa\u021bi mult sub nivelul s\u0103u \u0219i nu are, nici \u00een R\u00e2mnic, nici \u00een Bac\u0103u, vreo strad\u0103, m\u0103car, cu numele s\u0103u.<\/p>\n

T\u0103ierea capului<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 \u015fi iar\u0103\u015fi n\u0103zuim spre ve\u015fnicie
\n\u015fi iar\u0103\u015fi zarea ta se face ie
\nprivirea-\u0163i se preschimb\u0103 \u00een fereastr\u0103
\n\u015fi iar\u0103\u015fi m\u0103 a\u015ftep\u0163i s\u0103 vin din astr\u0103
\nfemeie-frunz\u0103-floare-fruct m\u0103-mbie
\nca iar\u0103\u015fi s\u0103 intr\u0103m \u00een ve\u015fnicie\u2026<\/p>\n

(\u2026 cum te-am g\u00e2ndit \u015fi te-am zidit, nu \u015ftiu
\nplant\u00e2ndu-te \u00een marele-mi pustiu
\nlumin\u0103-n cea\u0163a drumurilor mele;
\nmi-ai potolit pornirile rebele
\np\u0103str\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een tine viu
\n\u015fi m\u0103 plantezi \u00een marele-\u0163i pustiu\u2026)<\/p>\n

\u2026 rob! taie-mi capul, ca la marii sfin\u0163i:
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n credin\u0163a singurei credin\u0163i
\n\u015fi-n pas de umbr\u0103 m\u0103 ivesc pe cale
\n\u015fi intru-n miezul m\u00e2ntuirii tale
\nci lep\u0103d\u00e2nd p\u0103catele-mi dorin\u0163i \u2013
\nrob! taie-mi capul, ca la marii sfin\u0163i!\u2026<\/p>\n


\nFum\u00e2nd pe malul Styxului\u2026
\n\u2013 alt vis \u2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 la Styx, pe mal, de veghe stau fum\u00e2nd:
\ntoate sunt negre (cele care sunt!)
\numbre de umbre de la Charon cer
\ns\u0103 le primeasc\u0103-n luntrea-i de mister
\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ia Hades-ului vr\u00e2nd \u2013
\nla Styx, pe mal, de veghe stau fum\u00e2nd\u2026<\/p>\n

(\u2026 ca-n Dante, \u015firuri vin ai mor\u0163ii sclavi:
\nzdrobi\u0163i cei din r\u0103zboaie, tineri bravi
\ncei ce-au c\u0103zut \u2013 drept\u0103\u0163ii str\u0103juind \u2013
\ncei r\u0103stigni\u0163i \u015fi cei pl\u0103ti\u0163i cu-argint
\ncei mul\u0163i \u015fi pro\u015fti, \u015fi filosofii gravi
\nca-n Dante, \u015firuri trec ai mor\u0163ii sclavi\u2026)<\/p>\n

\u2026 da! Charon m\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103 zi de zi
\nci eu mai puf\u0103i \u2013 bine-i a tr\u0103i
\nchiar c\u00e2nd e\u015fti mort! am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at s-a\u015ftept
\n\u2013 f\u0103r\u0103-de-timp e Timpul \u00een\u0163elept! \u2013
\nmilenii str\u00e2ng \u2013 orbitele mi-s vii \u2013
\niar Charon m\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103 zi de zi\u2026<\/p>\n


\nZIDITORUL DE HIMERE<\/strong><\/p>\n

1 – Jocul de-a Facerea
\n(contempla\u0163ie)<\/strong><\/p>\n

,,… S\u0103 mai a\u015ftept\u0103m, i-am \u015foptit \u00een t\u0103cere t\u0103c\u00e2nd
\nsoarele \u00eenc\u0103 nu a trecut \u00een alt spa\u0163iu
\ncrepusculul pare un uria\u015f s\u0103rut: o mare
\nro\u015fie pe cer!… S\u0103 mai a\u015ftept\u0103m, i-am \u015foptit
\nce fericire s\u0103 plute\u015fti deasupra sim\u0163urilor
\ns\u0103 te dezbraci de tine r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd \u00een edenul
\n\u00een care at\u00e2t te-ai dorit, \u00eenchipuindu-te
\nla \u00eenceputul luminii, la na\u015fterea aerului…\u201d<\/p>\n

Dar Ea t\u0103cea \u00een t\u0103cerea-i precum o tain\u0103 iar eu
\n\u00eendr\u0103zneam adora\u0163ia: r\u0103stignirea de duh
\neu \u00eensumi a\u015fez\u00e2ndu-mi pe frunte cununa
\nde spini, \u00een timp ce amurgul \u00eemi pironea
\npalmele \u015fi gleznele, \u00eensuli\u0163\u00e2ndu-mi apoi
\ncoasta de dor; da, \u015fi Ea t\u0103cea ame\u0163ind cea\u0163a
\npropriei t\u0103ceri
\nt\u0103cea zic\u00e2nd:<\/p>\n

,,… Tu, bogatule de timp, cuceritorule, tu
\ncare m-ai adus de la marginea lumii
\ndin nefiin\u0163\u0103 fiin\u0163\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\nasemenea chipului t\u0103u \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, duh
\n\u00eentru Frumos: dorin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi dor, cu semin\u0163e
\nve\u015fnice \u00eens\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, rodindu-m\u0103
\n\u00eentru fructul \u00eembietor; pentru ce
\ns\u0103 mai a\u015ftept\u0103m?…<\/p>\n

,,… Precum Binele \u00een Adev\u0103r se adun\u0103 armonios
\nFrumosul \u00een a\u015fteptare st\u0103, i-am r\u0103spuns
\nnumai a\u015fa \u00eenchipuirea se \u00eembog\u0103\u0163e\u015fte
\niar nop\u0163ile, se \u015ftie, devin de \u00eempodobire;
\niat\u0103, la \u00eendemnul cerului, s\u00e2ngele se cucernice\u015fte
\niat\u0103 sosind \u00eentunericul \u00een ascunse lumini
\n\u00eendemn\u00e2ndu-ne spre Marele Dincolo, dar
\ns\u0103 mai a\u015ftept\u0103m…\u201d<\/p>\n

Ci, Ea t\u0103cea, doar g\u00e2ndurile-i luminau \u00eemprejurul
\np\u0103trunz\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, \u00eencoron\u00e2ndu-m\u0103:
\n,,… Bogatule de timp, Ziditorule de himere
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd te vei juca de-a Facerea, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\nchipul, prin care te \u00eempar\u0163i tuturor, te va sluji
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd? \u015etiu, noaptea nu te supune!
\n\u00een degetele tale ard ochii de duh, de fiecare dat\u0103
\nrecre\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din inocentul Nimic!… La ce
\na\u015fteptarea?…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c… Ah, da! o clip\u0103 doar s\u0103 mai a\u015ftept\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 la
\ntrecere…\u201d \u015ei amurgul se mistui nop\u0163ii care
\ncu miriadele-i de ochi ne \u00eendemna, \u015fi, acolo
\n\u00een \u0162inutul Tainelor, \u00een Catedrala de Dor
\nsufletele ni se topir\u0103 contopindu-se; acum
\neram noi, f\u0103ptura dorit\u0103 \u00een dou\u0103 chipuri vechi
\nda, \u015fi acolo, de acolo \u00eencepu Marele Zbor:
\nintrasem \u00een…<\/p>\n


\n2 – Clipa etern\u0103
\n(vis)<\/strong><\/p>\n

… Bijuterii! \u00eensemne de minune
\nse-aprind \u00een cer \u015fi auresc frumos
\nla Clipa ce pe toate le supune
\ncu clipele curg\u00e2nd nes\u0103\u0163ios
\nca o putere tainic-infinit\u0103
\n\u00een ample arderi cu luciri ad\u00e2nci
\n\u015fi palid mire-ochiul meu, ispit\u0103
\nsur\u00e2sul t\u0103u \u015fi nu mai po\u0163i s\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi
\n\u015fi taci ca nerostitele cuvinte
\na\u015ftep\u0163i un semn spre a ne izb\u0103vi:
\nun semn \u00eenmiresmat cu cele sfinte
\nspre a ne-mpodobire \u015fi a fi
\n\u00eenalt Ad\u00e2ncul \u015fi ad\u00e2nc \u00cenaltul
\nintr\u00e2nd \u00een miezul Timpului-izvor:
\nunite aripi \u015fi zv\u00e2cnind \u00een saltul
\nde necuprins al zborului – u\u015for
\nde p\u0103m\u00e2ntescul trupurilor noastre
\nne desp\u0103r\u0163im! ce rost mai are-acum
\nchinul de dor \u00een oasele-alabastre:
\nintr\u0103m superbi \u00een Marele Postum
\nun zbor e totul, inund\u00e2nd T\u0103ria
\n\u00een stranii lumi cu f\u0103r\u0103-de-opriri
\nc\u00e2nd praf se dovedi vremelnicia
\npierdut\u0103-n trec\u0103toarele-i zidiri;
\ne duhul nostru limpede ardoare
\nspre nesf\u00e2r\u015fit esen\u0163elor de timp:
\naici nu na\u015fte nimeni \u015fi nici moare
\nIubirea-i zee-n ve\u015fnicul Olimp!…<\/p>\n


\n3 – Alungarea din Rai
\n(blesteme)<\/strong><\/p>\n

… din vis cobor\u00e2t \u00een plin\u0103 zi:
\nsuperb\u0103, Ea, \u015fi trist\u0103 dintre stele
\nf\u0103r\u0103-de aripi in\u015fi, spre a tr\u0103i
\nsub cenu\u015fiu de ve\u015ftede drapele
\n\u015fi nu puteam s\u0103 \u00eenflorim de ei
\ncei ce t\u0103iau \u015fi sp\u00e2nzurau visarea:
\ndeasupra ceruri triste, f\u0103r\u0103 zei
\niar dedesubt \u00een valuri disperarea!
\nO, draga mea! unde fugim \u015fi cum
\n\u015fi care-i umbra verde s\u0103 ne-a\u0163in\u0103:
\na\u015f vrea z\u0103pezi \u015fi brazi \u015fi-un proasp\u0103t drum
\niar \u00eemprejur o mare de lumin\u0103…<\/p>\n

c\u00e2mpii pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd
\n… dar \u00eemprejuru-i c\u00e2mp s\u0103lb\u0103ticit:
\npelin, urzici \u015fi p\u0103l\u0103mid\u0103 neagr\u0103
\nciulini r\u00e2njind sub aeru-ncropit
\nun spa\u0163iu preg\u0103tit pentru viagr\u0103
\nspre-a se-nmul\u0163ire \u015ferpii venino\u015fi
\n\u015fi gu\u015fterii \u015fi corbi tehui pe zare
\n\u015fi r\u00e2uri seci vis\u00e2nd la nori ploio\u015fi
\n\u015fi soarele, jeratic de-ntrebare
\niar peste-ntinderi hohotul nebun
\nal diavolului p\u0103trunz\u00e2nd \u00een toate
\nca-n p\u00e2rjolite lanuri de tutun:
\ne R\u0103ul-r\u0103u! \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 se mai poate…<\/p>\n

gr\u0103dini \u015fi vii
\n… aici fo\u015fneau gr\u0103dini \u00een verde grai
\nalbine h\u0103rnicind purtau polenul
\niar fructele ne \u00eembiau ca-n rai
\n\u00een toamnele ce le-aureau \u00eensemnul;
\nvii distil\u00e2nd al vinurilor g\u00e2nd
\n\u015fi-a\u2019 nun\u0163ilor alcooluri \u00eenstelate
\n\u015fi al botezurilor fast n\u0103sc\u00e2nd
\n\u015fi-a\u2019 horelor chilimuri nestemate –
\nunde sunte\u0163i, pe unde v-a\u0163i ascuns
\nvoi, doine de t\u0103m\u00e2ie \u015fi de vraj\u0103!
\nst\u0103 vremea-n urm\u0103 cu obrazul pl\u00e2ns
\n\u015fi s\u0103r\u0103cia s\u0103r\u0103ciei straj\u0103…<\/p>\n

p\u0103duri pierind
\n… cum v\u0103 retrage\u0163i codrii mai b\u0103tr\u00e2ni
\n(de joag\u0103re-alunga\u0163i \u015fi de topoare)
\nnu mai sunte\u0163i minunilor st\u0103p\u00e2ni:
\nprocesiuni \u00een verde, mortuare
\ns\u0103lb\u0103ticiuni \u015fi p\u0103s\u0103ri s-au r\u0103znit
\n\u015fi-n repezi\u015furi lunec\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\ndeasupra nori de fl\u0103c\u0103ri s-au ivit
\n\u015fi v\u00e2nturi seci \u00ee\u015fi bubuie fr\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\n(ah, dor \u00eemi e, iubito, de-acei ani
\nc\u00e2nd ne primea p\u0103durea fericit\u0103:
\nce puri eram \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de du\u015fmani
\nzei de frumos \u00een f\u0103r\u0103-de ispit\u0103!…)<\/p>\n

ora\u015ful-caracati\u0163\u0103
\n… ora\u015ful-caracati\u0163\u0103 buimac\u0103
\ncu bra\u0163e otr\u0103vite ne-a primit
\nera lumina de lumini s\u0103rac\u0103
\n\u015fi bubuiau c\u00e2nt\u0103rile cumplit;
\nun b\u00e2lci imens, o zloat\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nume:
\nminciuna \u015fi prostia st\u00e2nd pe tron
\n\u00eenjur\u0103turi se rev\u0103rsau \u00een spume
\nmizeriile-n balans n\u0103ucitor
\nvuiau ma\u015fini \u00een str\u0103luciri de lun\u0103
\npe cer\u015fetori z\u0103rindu-i ca \u00een vis
\n\u015fi totul era forfot\u0103 nebun\u0103
\niar Sfatul \u0162\u0103rii-areopag ucis…
\n……………………………………………….<\/p>\n

Ea, Trista
\n… \u015fi Ea mi-a zis privindu-m\u0103-n privire:
\n,,Aici, Apocalipsa e \u00een toi
\ns\u0103 trecem, dar, \u00een cealalt\u0103 fire
\na spiritelor f\u0103r\u0103 de nevoi
\ns\u0103 ne ascundem de aceste toate
\n\u015fi s\u0103 vis\u0103m, at\u00e2t ne-a mai r\u0103mas!
\naici domne\u015fte R\u0103ul care poate
\na ne zdrobi al g\u00e2ndurilor glas
\nnu-i loc aici de n\u0103zuiri \u015fi ode
\na le-ndr\u0103zni e zbatere de v\u00e2nt
\npe z\u0103ri se-arat\u0103 \u015firuri de golgote
\nspre-a r\u0103stigni Cuv\u00e2ntul prin cuv\u00e2nt…\u201d<\/p>\n


\n4 – Ziditorul de himere
\n(speran\u0163\u0103)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cEu vreau aici, vreau Soarele \u015fi Luna
\nvreau, Aerul, ca iar s\u0103-l miresmez
\ncuv\u00e2ntul Dor \u00eel vreau pe totdeauna
\nvreau s\u0103-i \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 pe oameni asprul Crez
\nal g\u00e2ndului spre g\u00e2nd \u015fi pentru fapt\u0103
\nvreau s\u0103-i purific \u015fi din r\u0103u s\u0103-i scot
\ns\u0103 luminez a Legii cale dreapt\u0103
\nflori albe vreau peste imensul glod
\nS\u0103rutul, vreau s\u0103 fie imn de via\u0163\u0103
\nre\u00eennod\u00e2nd al traiului de\u015fir
\nvreau s\u0103 ie\u015fim din sumbra nop\u0163ii cea\u0163\u0103
\nvreau s\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103stignesc \u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 mir
\nde-al Duhului tezaur \u00een putere
\nde \u00eenvierea peste \u00eenvieri
\ns\u0103 cer din cer Acelui ce m\u0103 cere
\nlumina demn\u0103-a sfintelor averi
\n\u015fi s-o \u00eempart celor care asud\u0103
\nacelor care fac din noapte zi
\nvreau fructa coapt\u0103 peste fructa crud\u0103
\nvreau s\u0103 zidesc pentru a-nve\u015fnici…\u201d<\/p>\n


\nDin poezia lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Namjil NIMBUEV<\/strong>
\n(1948\u20131971)\/ Buriatia<\/em>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut \u00een familia poetului buriat \u0218irab Nimbuev. Majoritatea textelor \u0219i le-a scris \u00een limba rus\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 a l\u0103sat \u0219i unele \u00een limba matern\u0103. Dup\u0103 absolvirea \u0219colii medii, un an de zile a fost corespondent \u00een redac\u021bia ziarului \u00ab\u041c\u043e\u043b\u043e\u0434\u0435\u0436\u044c \u0411\u0443\u0440\u044f\u0442\u0438\u0438\u00bb (\u201eTineretul Buriatiei\u201d), dup\u0103 care este admis la Institutul de Literatur\u0103 \u201eGorki\u201d din Moscova. A tradus din poezia mongol\u0103.
\nNamjil Nimbuev a murit la v\u00e2rsta de 23 de ani (octombrie 1971), \u00een rocada dramaticelor analogii fiind ca un Nicolae Labi\u0219 al buria\u021bilor. Prima sa carte, \u201eFulgere \u00eempiedicate\u201d, \u00eei ap\u0103ru post-mortem (1974).
\nNamjil Nimbuev este cel mai t\u00e2n\u0103r clasic al buria\u021bilor, dar \u0219i al literaturii mongole, \u00een general, autor profund ancorat \u00een spiritualitatea poporului s\u0103u, concomitent fiind unul dintre pu\u021binii poe\u021bi care au \u00eembog\u0103\u021bit prozodia rus\u0103 cu o distinct\u0103 cromatic\u0103 oriental\u0103 \u2013 a lumii stepelor, cu vibra\u021biile prelungi ale murmur\u0103toarelor pilduiri rostite \u0219i rostuite \u00een panteonul budist, cu inflexiunile enigmatice ale \u0219amanilor \u0219i melodiile t\u00e2nguioase, parc\u0103, ale herghelegiilor, p\u0103storilor de cirezi \u0219i turme.
\n\u00cen anul 2017, la Moscova, au fost editate dou\u0103 volume ale lui Namjil Nimbaev care, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 circa 11 mii de versuri, a mai scris proz\u0103, teatru, eseuri.<\/p>\n

\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/em><\/p>\n

Namazul de diminea\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu frem\u0103ta, m\u0103r ce \u00eenflore\u0219ti,
\nnu arunca din cuib rozi pui\u0219orii berzei,
\nn\u0103scu\u021bi spre a muri la apus de soare.<\/p>\n

Cocoarelor, nu d\u0103n\u021bui\u021bi \u00een cer,
\nascunde\u021bi-v\u0103 la s\u00e2nul meu.<\/p>\n

Puiu\u021b de graur, nu cioc\u0103ni \u00een g\u0103oace,
\nc\u0103ci se-aude pretutindeni.
\nLini\u0219te, pentru dumnezeu, lini\u0219te!<\/p>\n

\u00cen pragul modestei mele colibe
\niubita \u00ee\u0219i piapt\u0103n\u0103 pletele,
\nde parc\u0103 ar c\u00e2nta
\nla o arf\u0103 cu strune de aur.<\/p>\n


\nScrisoare c\u0103tre tine<\/strong><\/p>\n

Buna mea, P\u0103uni\u021bo,
\nte-am tot a\u0219teptat p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een miez de noapte
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 chio\u0219cul de flori \u00eenz\u0103pezit.<\/p>\n

Am citit absolut toate anun\u021burile de pe
\nuria\u0219ul cilindru de afi\u0219ier
\nba chiar am \u0219i compus muzic\u0103
\npentru ele.<\/p>\n

Tu nu veneai.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00eemi prinse a degera degetul mare
\ndin bocancul st\u00e2ng, scof\u00e2lcit,
\nam \u00eenceput s\u0103 dau cu el \u00eentr-o oarecare statuie,
\npref\u0103c\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\nc\u0103 a\u0219 verifica dac\u0103
\nse mai \u021bine bine lumea noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Tu nu veneai.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd m\u0103tur\u0103torului \u0219chiop
\n\u00eei cuno\u0219team deja \u00eentreaga genealogie
\nde la \u00eenceputuri p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een zilele de m\u00e2ine
\n\u0219i mai \u0219tiam cum, ieri, cherchelit, el se certase cu b\u0103tr\u00e2na-i soa\u021b\u0103,
\nconstatai acela\u0219i lucru: tu nu veneai.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fine, am \u00eencleiat chi\u0219tocul
\nde geamul dup\u0103 ce \u021bop\u0103iau feti\u0219cane prinse \u00een twist,
\napoi o luai spre troleibuz,
\nboc\u0103nind cu picioarele \u021bepene de ger,
\nparc\u0103 din buturugi \u00eenghe\u021bate.<\/p>\n

Sear\u0103 \u00een voal fumuriu,
\ntrec\u0103tori.
\nPetale de trandafiri albi pe buze…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Eu m\u0103 voi r\u0103sturna ca cerul,
\ntu ca marea te vei rev\u0103rsa,
\n\u0219i \u00eempreun\u0103 vom \u00eentrupa
\ndep\u0103rtate orizonturi sinilii.<\/p>\n

Eu m\u0103 voi oglindi \u00een tine,
\nne vom tot s\u0103ruta,
\n\u0219i printre noi vor pluti
\nalbe cor\u0103bii!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eO, mam\u0103! Spune-mi de ce
\nnop\u021bile, \u00een groaznice co\u0219maruri
\nte chem, te chem ca pe timpuri?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201eFeciora\u0219ule, tu \u00eenc\u0103 mai e\u0219ti copil\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u201eO, mam\u0103! Spune-mi de ce,
\nvis\u00e2nd la gloriosul Maestru,
\nte uit cu des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219ire?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201eFeciora\u0219ule, te-ai \u0219i maturizat\u201d.<\/p>\n


\nChipul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chipul iubitei mele \u2013
\necran al sufletului ei sfios.
\nCa la rev\u0103rsare de r\u00e2u,
\n\u00eencoace alearg\u0103 tainice patimi,
\npentru-a \u00eent\u00e2lni tandrul timp al \u00eenfloririi.<\/p>\n

Sub palma mea
\nea
\ne t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103
\n\u0219i at\u00e2t de proasp\u0103t-frem\u0103t\u0103toare,
\nla m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri r\u0103spunz\u00e2ndu-mi cu c\u0103ldura iubirii,
\nprecum o mare
\nfulguind o lumin\u0103 enigmatic\u0103,
\n\u00een ad\u00e2nc leg\u0103n\u00e2nd
\ndou\u0103 stele ce\u021boase, \u00eenecate.<\/p>\n


\nC\u00e2ntecul fetei \u00eendr\u0103gostite<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ve\u0219nic tinere fie-\u021bi glasul \u0219i trupul.
\nIubeasc\u0103 \u0219i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie p\u0103m\u00e2ntul herghelegiul chipe\u0219 ce e\u0219ti.
\nCalul nicic\u00e2nd s\u0103 nu te p\u0103r\u0103seasc\u0103, s\u0103 te salveze de pe c\u00e2mpul de lupt\u0103.
\nIube\u0219te \u0219i suspin\u0103 dup\u0103 mine:
\niat\u0103, sunt al\u0103turi de tine.<\/p>\n

Dar dac\u0103 te va ademeni vreo duduie \u2013
\nlacrimile mele s\u0103-\u021bi picure pe pleoape,
\n\u00eenchiz\u00e2ndu-\u021bi, \u00eenchiz\u00e2ndu-\u021bi, \u00eenchiz\u00e2ndu-\u021bi
\nochii neru\u0219ina\u021bi!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Fl\u0103c\u0103ul se \u00eentorsese acas\u0103 enigmatic, t\u0103cut,
\ncu ro\u0219ii ruje pe obraji.
\n\u00cendelung, pe-ascuns, acoperind pana cu palma
\na tot scris, a scris.
\nCa un dement b\u0103tea cu pumnul \u00een mas\u0103.
\nApoi arse filele, scrumul d\u00e2ndu-l pe v\u00e2nt.
\n\u00cencruntat umbla prin gr\u0103dina \u00eentunecoas\u0103,
\ncu cre\u0219tetul fructele \u00een p\u00e2rg le atingea…
\n\u0218i nemaiput\u00e2nd s\u0103 p\u0103streze marea tain\u0103
\n\u0219i ne-\u00een-stare taina s-o spun\u0103 lumii,
\ndintr-o dat\u0103 prinse-a fluiera a pagub\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ca un f\u0103lcos lup brun-cenu\u0219iu
\nce \u0219i-a rec\u0103p\u0103tat speran\u021ba
\n\u00een noaptea aceasta eu am adulmecat
\nprin surde ulicioare
\ncu s\u00e2nger\u00e2nde cicatrici
\nde la primele s\u0103rut\u0103ri
\nale iubitei mele!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sentimentele mele \u2013 nesigur
\nnor de z\u0103pad\u0103
\npe-o culme de munte.
\nFeti\u0219cano ce mergi pe lunecoasa potec\u0103
\np\u0103\u0219e\u0219te c\u00e2t mai atent
\ncu c\u00e2ntecul t\u0103u sonor nu curma
\nlini\u0219tea mun\u021bilor mei.<\/p>\n


\nRevenire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubito,
\naprinde-un chibrit
\nsau pip\u0103ie, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd \u00eentrerup\u0103torul!
\nO lun\u0103 desp\u0103r\u021birea de tine
\ne ca o autoexilare \u00een iad!
\nM\u00e2inile mele-au orbit,
\nuit\u00e2nd c\u0103ldura m\u00e2inilor tale.
\nOchii mei au uitat ochii t\u0103i,
\nzulufii mei \u2013 zulufii \u021bi i-a uitat, buzele \u2013 buzele…
\nIubito, bun venit!<\/p>\n

20.08.1970<\/p>\n


\nDe-a\u0219 avea \u0219i eu voce<\/strong><\/p>\n

De-a\u0219 avea \u0219i eu voce melodioas\u0103,
\ncatifelat\u0103, u\u0219or gutural\u0103,
\nleit\u0103 unei s\u0103bii ce joac\u0103
\n\u00een v\u00e2rful degetelor,<\/p>\n

a\u0219 c\u00e2nta despre femeile buriate,
\nmaronii, ca p\u0103m\u00e2ntul,<\/p>\n

despre batistele purpurii
\nce \u0219i le smulg din m\u00e2ini unii altora
\nbravi c\u0103l\u0103re\u021bi la-ntreceri de cai,<\/p>\n

despre soarele \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri
\n\u00eenc\u00e2lcit prin n\u0103gar\u0103…<\/p>\n

Eh,
\nde-a\u0219 avea \u0219i eu voce melodioas\u0103!<\/p>\n

Ce mult am dormit eu \u0219i tu<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce-notaser\u0103m ca delfinii \u00een mare,
\nam ie\u0219it cu tine pe \u021b\u0103rmul nisipos
\ntineri, adolescen\u021bi \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi
\n\u0219i ne-a cuprins un somn ad\u00e2nc
\npe dunele pustii \u0219i fierbin\u021bi…<\/p>\n

Trezindu-m\u0103, v\u0103zui \u00een preajm\u0103
\no respectabil\u0103 doamn\u0103 c\u0103runt\u0103
\n\u0219i ni\u0219te copii ce l\u0103rmuiau agitat
\npe c\u00e2nd prindeau crabi la debarcader…<\/p>\n

Cum mai zboar\u0103 timpul insesizabil,
\nce \u00eendelung am dormit noi, ce mult!<\/p>\n

13.02.1971<\/p>\n


\n\u00cent\u00e2lnindu-mi prima dragoste<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ieri, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 plimbam pe bulevard,
\nmi-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit prima dragoste, fosta…
\nEra cu c\u0103ruciorul pentru copii, pe care
\n\u00eel mi\u0219ca at\u00e2t de atent \u0219i preocupat\u0103,
\nde parc\u0103 \u00een el ar fi fost o vaz\u0103 japonez\u0103
\nde por\u021belan, cuib\u0103rit\u0103 \u00een vat\u0103 \u2013 lucrare fin\u0103
\na vechilor mae\u0219tri.
\nFiin\u021ba care se afla \u00een c\u0103rucior,
\nca o reflectare \u00een oglinda apei,
\norbe\u0219te \u0219i nespus de mult sem\u0103na
\nfe\u021bei fragede \u0219i tinere pe care
\npentru prima oar\u0103 eu am ars-o
\ncu timidul meu s\u0103rut de b\u0103ietan \u2013
\n\u00eentre mine \u0219i acel s\u0103rut deja a patra oar\u0103
\nflutur\u0103 din ramuri \u00eenflorite prim\u0103vara…
\n\u00cens\u0103 autoritara b\u0103rbie necunoscut\u0103
\na fiin\u021bei care se afla \u00een c\u0103rucior
\n\u00eemi aminti c\u0103 timpul e fugace
\n\u0219i c\u0103 acea dragoste n-a fost dec\u00e2t \u00eent\u00e2ia.<\/p>\n


\nFiica v\u00e2nturatic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nop\u021bile de iunie erau
\ndoldora de c\u00e2ntecul cucului.
\nGreii ciorchini ai m\u0103linilor
\nse \u00eenclinau de floare mult\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u201eUnde ai fost tu, netrebnico?
\nNoaptea cu cine ai petrecut-o?\u201d<\/p>\n

Drept r\u0103spuns ea doar r\u00e2dea
\ncu buzele-i arse, spuzite,
\n\u0219i \u00eenclin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i capul, setos
\nbea apa de la robinet.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

O, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, la urma urmelor
\nnoi ne-am \u00een\u021beles unul pe altul!
\n\u00centre inimile noastre
\ns-a \u00eentins at\u00e2t de jinduitul
\nfrem\u0103t\u0103torul fir al \u00een\u021belegerii,
\nfir luminos, ca lacrima, tandru,
\nprecum aripioarele fluturelui abia n\u0103scut.<\/p>\n

O, ce greu \u0219i ce groaznic e
\n\u021b\u00e2n\u021barul
\nce se a\u0219az\u0103 pe el!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

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\nVirgil DIACONU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Prietenia rom\u00e2no-chinez\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lucrare de control<\/strong><\/p>\n

Popoarele noastre sunt popoare prietene. Lucrul cel mai de pre\u021b pentru noi este munca. Munca pe ogoare, munca \u00een uzine \u0219i munca de partid.
\nE drept c\u0103 poporul rom\u00e2n munce\u0219te mai pe nimic \u0219i c\u0103 munca lui se duce pe apa s\u00e2mbetei. Dar \u0219i poporul chinez munce\u0219te mai pe nimic \u0219i munca lui se duce pe apa Fluviului Galben.<\/p>\n

Prietenia dintre poporul rom\u00e2n \u0219i poporul chinez este istoric\u0103. Acum 300 de ani, un rom\u00e2n, pe numele s\u0103u Nicolae Milescu Sp\u0103tarul, a ajuns \u00een capitala Chinei. El a fost primul care a \u00eennodat prietenia rom\u00e2no-chinez\u0103. \u0218i de atunci \u00eennodat\u0103 a r\u0103mas.
\nPe vremea cravatelor ro\u0219ii, prietenia noastr\u0103 a mai f\u0103cut un nod. Un nod ro\u0219u. Conduc\u0103torul nostru iubit l-a vizitat pe conduc\u0103torul lor iubit.
\nNoi am v\u0103zut la televizor bucuria aplaudacilor chinezi \u0219i multe steaguri. S\u0103r\u0103cia \u0219i botni\u021ba nu le-am v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n

Pe atunci, ei aveau un castron(el) de orez pe zi, noi \u2013 o p\u00e2ine. C\u00e2nd la ei nu se g\u0103sea carne, la noi era interzis s\u0103 tai porcul. Ei aveau steaguri ro\u0219ii, noi \u2013 cravate ro\u0219ii. Ei \u00een\u0103l\u021bau conduc\u0103torului lor c\u00e2ntece, noi \u2013 poezii. Ah, poe\u021bii patriei \u0219i ai urbei noastre, care au publicat \u00een toate c\u0103r\u021bile-omagiu, numite Eroul, dedicate conduc\u0103torului nostru iubit!
\nSeara, muncitorii \u0219i \u021b\u0103ranii chinezi se \u00eentorceau c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd de la munc\u0103. Ziua, noi ascultam la difuzor \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103toarele omagii. Ei erau ferici\u021bi, noi eram ferici\u021bi.<\/p>\n

De ziua na\u021bional\u0103, prietenii no\u0219tri desenau cu trupurile lor chipul lui Mao. Noi defilam pe atunci cu chipul conduc\u0103torului. Ce copil\u0103rie frumoas\u0103 am avut! Ce pancarte, ce lozinci!
\nEi erau cu to\u021bii una cu conduc\u0103torul lor. Noi \u2013 una cu conduc\u0103torul nostru.
\nEi erau \u00een uniforme, noi \u2013 uniformi. Ce copil\u0103rie frumoas\u0103 am avut!<\/p>\n


\nAsocia\u021bia de Prietenie Rom\u00e2nia – R.P. Chinez\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ora\u0219ul meu s-a \u00eenfiin\u021bat de cur\u00e2nd Asocia\u021bia de Prietenie Rom\u00e2nia \u2013 R.P. Chinez\u0103. Cineva din ora\u0219ul meu conduce prietenia rom\u00e2no-chinez\u0103.
\nAsocia\u021bia de prietenie are obiective importante. Se vor cultiva, cu r\u0103d\u0103cini cu tot, rela\u021biile comerciale, sportive \u0219i culturale.
\nRela\u021biile culturale dintre popoarele noastre sunt deja pe rod: un grup de fotbali\u0219ti chinezi s-a preg\u0103tit anul acesta la \u0218coala de fotbal Nicolae Dobrin.
\nFotbali\u0219tii chinezi au \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 dea cu piciorul \u00een mod viguros, rom\u00e2ne\u0219te, a\u0219a cum se d\u0103 cu piciorul pe la noi. La tot ce nu \u00een\u021belegi \u0219i la tot ce nu este al t\u0103u.
\n\u00cen acela\u0219i timp, c\u00e2\u021biva rom\u00e2ni s-au deplasat \u00een Republica Popular\u0103 Chinez\u0103, pentru a se specializa \u00een tradi\u021bionala art\u0103 a ping-pong-ului. Ping-pongul este arta de a trimite mingea sau r\u0103spunderea de la unul la altul. Doar cel mai bun c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103.
\nC\u00e2t au stat \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, fotbali\u0219tii chinezi au \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat rom\u00e2ne\u0219te. C\u00e2t au jucat ping-pong \u00een China, rom\u00e2nii au \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat chineze\u0219te. Noi suntem popoarele prietene: ne cunoa\u0219tem culturile, limbile, mingile…<\/p>\n


\nZidul<\/strong><\/p>\n

O mare realizare a poporului prieten chinez este Marele Zid.
\nO mare realizare a poporului rom\u00e2n este Canalul Dun\u0103re – Marea Neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

De pe lun\u0103 nu se vede nici poporul chinez, nici poporul rom\u00e2n. Dar se v\u0103d zidurile. M\u0103re\u021bele ziduri! Cei \u00eengropa\u021bi sub ele nu se mai v\u0103d.<\/p>\n

Mul\u021bi dintre noi viseaz\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 Marele Zid. Dar ei nu trebuie s\u0103 ias\u0103 neap\u0103rat din \u021bar\u0103 pentru asta. Pentru c\u0103 zidul este chiar \u00een noi. \u0218i atunci, visul nostru nu poate fi acela de a ajunge la zid, ci acela de a sc\u0103pa de zid. Chiar a\u0219a: cum ai putea s\u0103 scapi de zidul pe care cineva l-a ridicat cu at\u00e2ta s\u00e2rg, piatr\u0103 cu piatr\u0103 \u0219i an dup\u0103 an, \u00een tine?<\/p>\n

Popoarele noastre sunt popoare prietene. Pe ele le unesc acelea\u0219i \u00eempliniri. Acela\u0219i zid\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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