{"id":13643,"date":"2021-02-18T13:45:57","date_gmt":"2021-02-18T10:45:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13643"},"modified":"2021-02-18T13:45:57","modified_gmt":"2021-02-18T10:45:57","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-74-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13643","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 74 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Georgeta Minodora RESTEMAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

G\u00e2nd \u00eenflorit, o respirare alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai cad ninsori t\u00e2rzii, t\u0103cerea-i dalb\u0103,
\n\u021a\u0103r\u00e2na-\u0219i toarce somnul sub z\u0103pezi.
\n\u0218i-mi trece-a\u0219a o respirare alb\u0103
\nPrin g\u00e2ndul \u00eenflorit, tu s\u0103 m\u0103 crezi<\/p>\n

C-at\u00e2ta pace-n juru-mi lin r\u0103zbate,
\nDin dep\u0103rtare-o adiere pur\u0103
\n\u00cenv\u0103luie triste\u021bea \u0219i m-abate
\nDin drumul prigonit de fum \u0219i zgur\u0103.<\/p>\n

M\u0103-nal\u021b\u0103, m\u0103-nnoie\u0219te-n c\u00e2nt de lir\u0103
\nCroind c\u0103r\u0103ri prin lutul \u00eenvechit,
\nSobor de fluturi cea\u021ba-ncet de\u0219ir\u0103
\n\u00cen curcubeie \u2013 cer \u0219i infinit,<\/p>\n

Se-aude zvon de psalmi, revin la via\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00cembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ez ca o vestal\u0103 zarea.
\nM\u0103 logodesc cu tine, diminea\u021b\u0103,
\n\u0218i-\u021bi simt, din dep\u0103rt\u0103ri, acum chemarea.<\/p>\n


\nTe a\u0219tept de Cr\u0103ciun<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te a\u0219tept de Cr\u0103ciun, hai, vino, colind\u0103-mi
\n\u0218i las\u0103-mi sub brad trei m\u0103nunchiuri de maci.
\nDin fulgii r\u0103zle\u021bi f\u0103-mi velin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i ad\u0103-mi,
\n\u00cembrac\u0103-m\u0103-n lini\u0219ti, \u0219opte\u0219te-m\u0103, taci…<\/p>\n

Te a\u0219tept de Cr\u0103ciun \u00een templul cu nuferi
\nScriind cu iubire pe-oglinzi de cle\u0219tar,
\nDe dor, de-ntristare… De ger s\u0103 nu suferi,
\nC\u0103ldura din suflet primi-vei \u00een dar.<\/p>\n

Viori de cristal cu arcu\u0219uri de iarb\u0103
\nRespir\u0103 colinde \u00een col\u021buri de stea,
\nC\u00e2nd crini degera\u021bi vor \u00eencepe s\u0103 fiarb\u0103
\nNoianul de fluturi din inima mea.<\/p>\n

Te a\u0219tept de Cr\u0103ciun, hai, vino, colind\u0103-mi
\n\u0218i p\u00e2inea credin\u021bei va cre\u0219te din noi.
\nTe rupe de lume, de g\u00e2nduri \u0219i strig\u0103-mi:
\nAm venit! De Cr\u0103ciun, colind\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi!<\/p>\n


\n\u0218tii c\u0103 te-a\u0219tept \u00een prim\u0103vara mea?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen iarna mea cu valuri moi de nea
\nS-au adunat t\u0103cerile gr\u0103mad\u0103;
\nTrudesc de zor vis\u0103rile s\u0103 \u0219ad\u0103
\nLa sfat, o, Doamne, chiar \u00een palma Ta!
\nCu g\u00e2nd sfin\u021bit \u00een limpezimi de cer
\n\u0218i ghioceii \u00eenflori\u021bi la t\u00e2mple,
\nA\u0219tept minunea, Tat\u0103, s\u0103 se-nt\u00e2mple
\nC\u00e2nd prim\u0103verii sufletu-i ofer.<\/p>\n

\u00cen toamn\u0103, l-am l\u0103sat pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd sub nuc
\n\u0218i toat\u0103 iarna nins-a cu speran\u021be –
\nMi-e via\u021ba m\u0103surat\u0103 de distan\u021be,
\n\u00cen care \u0219i z\u0103pezile se duc\u2026<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n \u00eenflorirea-mi stranie a\u0219 vrea
\nS\u0103-\u021bi spun at\u00e2t: Cu tine mi-ai dat via\u021b\u0103!
\nMi-e\u0219ti lacrim\u0103, \u0219i dor, \u0219i diminea\u021b\u0103,
\n\u0218tii c\u0103 te-a\u0219tept \u00een prim\u0103vara mea?…<\/p>\n


\nC\u00e2nd clipele miros a tine<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd clipele miros numai a tine,
\nA iarb\u0103 crud\u0103 \u0219i a prim\u0103var\u0103,
\nSecunde noi vestesc atunci \u00een mine
\nO lini\u0219te ad\u00e2nc\u0103, princiar\u0103,<\/p>\n

A nop\u021bii trase-n luntrii de cristal
\nPrin \u0219ipotul cohortelor de stele.
\nTe caut \u00een parfumul ritual,
\nL\u0103sat anume-n col\u021bul gurii mele,<\/p>\n

Sim\u021bind \u0219i-acum c\u0103ldura ce mi-ai dat
\nC\u00e2nd gura ta-mi strivea cu patimi dorul –
\nTe murmur \u00een f\u0103r\u00e2me de p\u0103cat
\n\u0218i-i nesecat, de dragoste, izvorul.<\/p>\n

De r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219ti cumva, r\u0103nit de spini,
\nTe vindec\u0103-n izvorul viu din mine
\n\u0218i-o cup\u0103 de iubire dac\u0103-nchini
\nDesfat\u0103-m\u0103 cu-acela\u0219i gust, de tine.<\/p>\n


\n\u00cemi str\u00e2ng t\u0103cerea-n bra\u021be \u0219i visez<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u0219 vrea t\u0103cere bl\u00e2nd\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103-ncap\u0103
\n\u00cen lumea-ngust\u0103-n care ne mi\u0219c\u0103m,
\nT\u0103cerea nu-i nisip cernut de ap\u0103 –
\nE-un fel de-a fi prin care ne \u2019n\u0103l\u021b\u0103m,<\/p>\n

E dulcele refugiu, \u00eenl\u0103untrul,
\nE contemplare, tihna mea, a ta,
\nC\u00e2nd pl\u0103m\u0103dim \u00een g\u00e2nduri calde c\u00e2ntul
\nA ne-mplini, mai pur\u0103, dragostea.<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci suntem luturi ve\u0219tede ce-nvie
\nNumai atunci c\u00e2nd \u0219tim a ne iubi;
\nDe altfel, via\u021ba-i str\u00e2mta colivie
\nDin care singuri evad\u0103m spre-a fi.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103ie\u0219ti frumos, iubind cu-n\u021belepciune
\n\u0218i-mpr\u0103\u0219tii bucurii \u00een lan de maci;
\nC\u00e2nd osteneala zilei te r\u0103pune
\nNu te-ntrista, iube\u0219te, crede, taci!<\/p>\n

Eu nu voiesc din lacrimi s\u0103-mi fac templu
\nC\u00e2nd dragostea curat\u0103 mi-este crez \u2013
\nIar de mi-e dor de tine, pur \u0219i simplu,
\n\u00cemi str\u00e2ng t\u0103cerea-n bra\u021be \u0219i visez.<\/p>\n


\nS\u0103 nu ui\u021bi, dac\u0103 min\u021bi!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenva\u021b\u0103, dac\u0103 min\u021bi, s\u0103 min\u021bi frumos –
\n\u00ce\u021bi umple un pahar cu vin \u0219i-apoi
\nAscult\u0103-\u021bi g\u00e2ndu-n lini\u0219tea din ploi
\n\u0218i minte-m\u0103 de sus \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 jos.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 min\u021bi \u0219optindu-i ploii c-a apus
\n\u00cen m\u00e2na ta un curcubeu, c-ai vrut
\nS\u0103-i cerci iubirea, dar c\u0103 n-ai putut
\nS\u0103-l \u00een\u021belegi c\u00e2nd dorul l-a r\u0103pus.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 min\u021bi c\u0103 diminea\u021ba nu-i de-ajuns
\nS\u0103-\u021bi scalzi privirea-n lacrime de maci
\n\u0218i \u00een dogoare-amiezii lor s\u0103 taci,
\nMin\u021bindu-te c\u0103 taina le-ai p\u0103truns.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 min\u021bi \u0219i noaptea, r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een vis,
\nC\u00e2nd hoin\u0103re\u0219ti prin umbre \u0219i mister –
\nOri vrei s-atingi eternul efemer
\n\u0218i nu vezi poarta care s-a deschis<\/p>\n

Spre drumul lin, curat \u0219i luminos?!
\nNu te gr\u0103bi s\u0103 calci cu t\u0103lpi de jar
\nPe flori cu frun\u021bi \u0219i inimi de nectar,
\n\u0218i nu uita, de min\u021bi, s\u0103 min\u021bi frumos…<\/p>\n


\n\u0218i t\u0103cerile tac<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u0103cut e amurgul acesta ciudat –
\nT\u0103cerea-i m\u0103 doare – la fel ca a ta,
\n\u0218i cerul cu nouri de foc marmorat
\nSe joac\u0103 pe bolt\u0103 cu inima mea.<\/p>\n

Tu taci, de t\u0103cere cu din\u021bii te prinzi
\n\u0218i \u0219tiu c\u00e2t te zbuciumi, fr\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00ee\u021bi simt.
\nTu taci, nedorind nici \u00een g\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 min\u021bi,
\n\u0218i speri ca-n t\u0103cere eu \u00eens\u0103mi s\u0103 mint.<\/p>\n

Dar sufletul meu e curat \u0219i senin,
\nIubirea-l \u00eenal\u021b\u0103, nu-\u021bi cere nimic.
\nT\u0103cut\u0103 – \u0219i eu, gust din vinul pelin,
\nDin g\u00e2nduri cernite, \u00eencet, m\u0103 ridic.<\/p>\n

T\u0103cerile dor, dar din ele cresc flori,
\nNelini\u0219ti \u00eendeas\u0103 cu pumnii \u00een ploi
\n\u0218i nop\u021bi l\u0103crim\u00e2nde se-mbat\u0103 cu zori
\nC\u00e2nd t\u0103cerile tac \u0219i ne-ndrum\u0103 spre noi.<\/p>\n


\nDac-ai s\u0103 vii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dac-ai s\u0103 vii, de dorul-dor te-mbie,
\nDin cerul meu cu maci aprin\u0219i va ninge.
\nLumina lor mereu se va r\u0103sfr\u00e2nge
\n\u00cen dragostea cea d\u0103ruit\u0103 mie.<\/p>\n

Nici dep\u0103rtarea nu ne va \u00eenvinge –
\nSe va topi-n iubirea mea t\u00e2rzie.
\nDar dac\u0103 vii, nici v\u00e2ntul care-adie
\nNu voi l\u0103sa, nici norii-a te atinge.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu mai fie vreme de-ntristare,
\nNici umbre r\u0103t\u0103cite-n nop\u021bi pustii;
\nCu sufletele pline de candoare,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd sfe\u0219nice de crini ne-or \u00eenso\u021bi,
\nVom trece teferi iar\u0103\u0219i prin v\u00e2ltoare,
\nV\u00e2ltoarea cald\u0103-a verbului \u201ea fi\u201d.<\/p>\n


\nS-au a\u0219ternut t\u0103ceri<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au a\u0219ternut t\u0103ceri \u00een miez de iarn\u0103
\nCroindu-\u0219i straie reci de promoroac\u0103;
\nNu contenesc cu coatele s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103
\nL\u0103ca\u0219 \u00een noi, c\u00e2nd v\u00e2nturile-ntoarn\u0103<\/p>\n

Cu col\u021bi de ger \u0219i flori de ghea\u021b\u0103 seac\u0103.
\nNinsorile-acum tac \u00een loc s\u0103 cearn\u0103
\n\u0218i-un \u00eenger de cle\u0219tar, sun\u00e2nd din goarn\u0103,
\nPeste z\u0103pezile din noi se-apleac\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cu ace de fiori pe frun\u021bi ne scrie
\nImnul iubirilor \u00eencremenit.
\nDin crengi de brad lumini de jad \u00eenvie<\/p>\n

Topind ghe\u021bari \u00een g\u00e2ndu-ntinerit,
\nRup\u00e2nd durerile din temelie:
\nUnde-i iubire, nu e asfin\u021bit!<\/p>\n


\nLiteratura ad\u00e2ncurilor <\/strong><\/p>\n

Marius MANTA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Eficien\u021b\u0103 \u0219i joc, c\u00e2teva accente<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218tiam cu mult timp \u00eenainte c\u0103, \u00een cadrul acestei rubrici, voi scrie \u0219i altfel despre mare, despre ocean, despre asemenea \u00eentinderi care ne \u00eeng\u0103duie visul, chiar cu toate fe\u021bele lui deformate. Acum, \u201eliteratura ad\u00e2ncurilor\u201d \u00ee\u0219i permite o alt\u0103 ax\u0103, alte volute, devine interesat\u0103 de curgerea Tamisei \u0219i echivaleaz\u0103 mai degrab\u0103 cu un background verosimil dar juc\u0103u\u0219, \u00een raport cu omul care se chinuie s\u0103 se \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 cu ajutorul jocului, umorului, sarcasmului. Tot tres\u0103lt\u00e2nd la breaking news-urile ce s-au perindat de-a lungul perioadei post-electorale, mi-am zis \u201egata cu eroii\u201d, cu planurile suprafire\u0219ti: s\u0103 ne aducem aminte de umorul britanic, de personaje ce se leag\u0103 poate paradoxal, de Kafka dar \u0219i de teatrul absurdului. Nu sunt singurul \u2013 sunt convins! \u2013 care a privit cu ochii larg deschi\u0219i s\u0103ge\u021bile (\u00eenmuiate \u00een venin) lui Jerome K. Jerome, cunoscut publicului nostru din \u201eTrei \u00eentr-o barc\u0103\u201d.
\nOdat\u0103 tradus\u0103, cartea s-a bucurat aproape instant de apreciere, lecturat\u0103 de cele mai multe ori cu \u00eeng\u0103duin\u021ba omului care vrea s\u0103 evadeze dintr-un cotidian ce \u00eel sufoc\u0103, drept pentru care, ceea ce acesta va \u00eent\u00e2lni devine o bufonerie inteligent prezentat\u0103, teatrul unor p\u0103pu\u0219i articulate \u00een a\u0219a fel \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eeng\u0103duie mai multe registre. E aventura unor oameni spre t\u0103r\u00e2murile grotescului, o m\u0103rturie post factum a unor decizii pripite \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 valoare. Discursul lui Jerome K. Jerome nu este nici pe departe gratuit, nici nu e interesat de a st\u00e2rni exclusiv umorul involuntar, chiar dac\u0103 romanul (nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t de corect acoper\u0103 aceast\u0103 realitate din punct de vedere al criticii literare) presupune la suprafa\u021b\u0103 mai degrab\u0103 \u00eenl\u0103n\u021buirea unor momente ce nu se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 de sfera obi\u0219nuitului – \u00eemi vin brusc \u00een minte crochiurile din artele plastice, capabile de a surprinde din c\u00e2teva tr\u0103s\u0103turi posturi aparte, disponibilit\u0103\u021bi \u0219i abilit\u0103\u021bi, st\u0103ri \u0219i medieri.
\n\u00cen ciuda edificiilor somptuoase care flancheaz\u0103 cursul Tamisei, prilej pentru autor de a oferi c\u00e2teva am\u0103nunte cu iz istoric, a\u0219 risca s\u0103 afirm c\u0103 ea se al\u0103tur\u0103 Ozanei – dar putem face \u0219i alte trimiteri \u00een \u0219i \u00een afara literaturii noastre, ceea ce confer\u0103 discursului \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 valabilitate general-uman\u0103. Cum altfel, cursul apei presupune schimbare, transformare, devenire \u2013 nu \u0219i aici! \u00cen spatele \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rilor relatate cu o oarecare vioiciune, se simte am\u0103r\u0103ciunea ce \u00ee\u0219i va fi avut un punct de plecare \u00een chiar biografia autorului care, \u00eenc\u0103 de mic, a fost nevoit s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i accepte condi\u021bia social\u0103, dar \u0219i mofturile unui destin potrivnic, ce l-a a\u0219ezat \u00een postura de a-\u0219i fi pierdut tat\u0103l de timpuriu. Poate m\u0103 gr\u0103besc, totu\u0219i, a\u0219 spune c\u0103 doar un scriitor care vine \u00een linia lui Shakespeare, Pope, Swift etc. ar fi fost \u00een stare s\u0103 construiasc\u0103 un discurs despre prietenie, via\u021b\u0103, aduc\u00e2nd \u00een acela\u0219i loc sentimente \u0219i registre cu greutate mediabile altfel.
\nAm redeschis paginile c\u0103r\u021bii cu mirarea de a-i vedea acolo, la lucru, pe Stan \u0219i Bran dar \u0219i \u201efanto\u0219a\u201d lui Kafka, pe Svejk (da, chiar dragul de Svejk!), c\u00e2t \u0219i \u2013 stupoare! \u2013 pe tinerii romantici ai prozei de \u00eenceput de secol XIX. Deloc glumind, a\u0219 spune c\u0103 volumul se autopropune drept imn \u00eenchinat ideii de prietenie, \u00een timp ce, pe de alt\u0103 parte, se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 sub forma unui repro\u0219 adus conservatorismului rigid, mumificat, care a\u0219az\u0103 legea prost croit\u0103 \u0219i principiile \u00eenaintea persoanei in vivo. \u0218i gra\u021bie intertextului, romanul acesta, doar aparent scris \u00een doi peri, presupune leg\u0103turi c\u00e2t se poate de viabile cu rubrica noastr\u0103, \u201eLiteratura ad\u00e2ncurilor\u201d. C\u00e2nd toate trec at\u00e2t de repede, c\u00e2nd \u0219tirea nu mai e mediat\u0103 \u0219i calibrat\u0103 de factori fire\u0219ti, c\u00e2nd trecutul se na\u0219te din interesele viitorului, atunci parc\u0103 se estompeaz\u0103 \u0219i diferen\u021bele \u00eentre Tamisa \u0219i Dun\u0103re, \u00eentre ad\u00e2nc \u0219i suprafa\u021b\u0103, \u00eentre p\u0103m\u00e2nt ori ap\u0103. Poate, din nefericire, chiar \u00eentre adev\u0103r \u0219i grotesc. De\u0219i e un \u00eendemn utopic, mi-a\u0219 dori s\u0103 am curajul de a v\u0103 invita s\u0103 urca\u021bi \u00eentotdeauna aceea\u0219i trei \u00een barc\u0103, pentru c\u0103, mai ales \u00een felul acesta ve\u021bi face frumosul s\u0103 d\u0103inuie iar \u00eencrederea s\u0103 nu dispar\u0103! Chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd direc\u021bia e voit \u00eempotriva curentului!<\/p>\n


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

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

Nikolai LEPOK (Kopel)
\n(18?? \u2013 19??)<\/strong><\/p>\n

A f\u0103cut parte din grupul fui\u0219tilor (de la francezul: fou = nebun, dement). \u00cempreun\u0103 cu B. Perele\u0219in, public\u0103 volumul futurist, \u201eMozgovoi Rajjij\u201d (1921) \u2013 rajjij fiind o verbocrea\u021bie \u00een baza a dou\u0103 no\u021biuni: raj \u2013 furie, m\u00e2nie, \u0219i jija \u2013 lichid cleios, must, zeam\u0103, \u2013 astfel c\u0103, \u00een rom\u00e2ne\u0219te, titlul ar putea fi aproximat ca: \u201eFurimustul creierilor\u201d. \u00cen acela\u0219i tandem, semneaz\u0103 \u0219i volumul de poeme \u201eDialectica azi\u201d.
\nCa \u0219i colegii s\u0103i, Lepok e \u00een contratimp cu expresioni\u0219tii (I. Sokolov, s\u0103 zicem), care \u0219i-au orientat discursul pe \u201e\u0219inele\u201d constructivismului \u0219i ra\u021bionaliz\u0103rii, el, fuistul, p\u0103str\u00e2ndu-\u0219i dreptul, ca poet, la intui\u021bie \u0219i incidental \u00een crea\u021bie. Era ceea ce deosebea fui\u0219tii \u00een contextul at\u00e2tor grup\u0103ri literare, ce se anun\u021baser\u0103 \u00een cele dou\u0103 capitale ale Rusiei, Petrograd \u0219i Moscova, prin neaderen\u021ba lor la neconstructivism apropiindu-se de cei din \u201eParnasul moscovit\u201d \u0219i emo\u021bionali\u0219ti, chiar \u0219i de nicevoki (nimicnici\u0219ti), \u00een confruntarea lor cu \u201ecorabia pe val de duc\u0103 a simbolismului\u201d, cu \u201eSocietatea studierii limbii \u0219i cea a secetei cerebrale\u201d.
\nRecenz\u00e2nd \u201eFurimustul creierilor\u201d, Serghei Bobrov men\u021biona c\u0103 autorii \u00ee\u0219i trag ob\u00e2r\u0219ia din \u201eCentrifuga\u201d anilor 1914-1916 (protagoni\u0219ti \u2013 S. Bobrov, N. Aseev, B. Pasternak, Bojidar), \u201ede unde au preluat ceea ce e mai greu \u0219i mai complicat de receptat, chiar dac\u0103 uneori ies cu bine de sub canoane\u201d.
\n\u00cen anul 1923 Lepok \u00ee\u0219i anun\u021b\u0103 cartea sa de versuri \u201e\u00cen cercuri irepetabile\u201d care, \u00eens\u0103, nu a mai fost editat\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Pl\u00e2ng\u0103cios-lipicioas\u0103 ziua-toat\u0103
\nvechiturile borhotului murdar
\narare schimb\u0103toare erup
\ncu g\u0103lbenu\u0219uri de chihlimbar.<\/p>\n

Acum \u00een mestec\u0103ni\u0219
\nv\u00e2ntul clatin\u0103 aleanul durut
\nvuiet n\u0103p\u00e2rlit \u0219i b\u0103taie la cu\u021bite
\nsub poala codrului c\u00e2\u021bi au c\u0103zut?<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 geam cineva trebuie s\u0103 sting\u0103
\npupilele mucurilor de lum\u00e2n\u0103ri
\nnodul zilei e tot mai str\u00e2ns \u0219i
\nsp\u00e2nzur\u0103 arsur\u0103 tomnatic\u0103-n z\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Iar mie barierele toamnei
\nmi-s alerg\u0103ri cu obstacole
\n\u00eemi plac carierele v\u00e2ntului
\nturbulent\u0103 amnezie \u00een calcule.<\/p>\n

Cunosc p\u0103p\u0103dia la frig; las`
\ns\u0103 rebegeasc\u0103 prin a toamna aurie
\n\u0219i iat\u0103 cu fr\u0103m\u00e2nt de limb\u0103 strig\u0103
\n\u0219i iar\u0103\u0219i \u2013 peste poduri de bucurie.<\/p>\n


\nObscuritate<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen afara ora\u0219ului se t\u0103inuiesc ho\u021bi. Obrajii
\nse \u00eencenu\u0219eaz\u0103 \u00eentunecat. Umbrele ca iepurii.
\nIar dup\u0103 orizont comploti\u0219tii
\nla chemarea z\u0103rii alunec\u0103-n jos, vine\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Ca de obicei diminea\u021ba-i grea tihnit\u0103
\nde presim\u021bitul z\u0103rii prinde-a se-ncorda
\ndoar acolo \u0219i \u0103stora tuturora
\nparc\u0103 li s-ar fi ars cu t\u00e2njire mila.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Peste valul \u00eemprosp\u0103tat
\n\u00een diminea\u021b\u0103 din nou buzele pietrelor
\n\u0219i zburlitul vuiet n\u0103v\u0103le\u0219te
\n\u00een uli\u021bele albastre, plesc\u0103itor.<\/p>\n

Cirip \u0219i fream\u0103t, fo\u0219net \u0219i piscuit
\n\u0219erpuir\u0103-n\u0103l\u021b\u0103tor, rotocoale, sul
\n\u0219i aceast\u0103 sonor\u0103 pictur\u0103 color
\ndimine\u021bii de iulie de tot dragul.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ml\u0103die p\u0103trunz\u0103toare
\nchemare de siren\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenaltul
\nr\u00e2ndunelei
\n\u00een azurul cuget.
\nSiren\u0103 zumz\u0103itoare
\ndin urdini\u0219 de stupi
\nmustos a sute
\nde ierburi tremur
\ntrezind florile.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

G\u0103l\u0103gios \u0219i agil
\n\u00een diminea\u021b\u0103
\npe trotuare verzi
\ngreiera\u0219ii la
\ntarabele pie\u021bei l\u0103rmuitoare.
\nLa \u021b\u0103c\u0103nitul ma\u0219inilor
\nvia\u021ba
\np\u00e2nzei
\n\u021besut\u0103 din raze de soare.<\/p>\n


\nDialectica ast\u0103zi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fie ca \u00een c\u0103m\u0103\u0219i de z\u0103pad\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00een \u00eenghe\u021buri pe la margini de zile
\nun fr\u0103m\u00e2nt de limb\u0103 s\u0103 croiasc\u0103 pe nou
\ncaldar\u00e2mul Moscovei pleanul ei \u0219i lenea.<\/p>\n

Fulger\u0103tor, cu reflex tulbure
\nde m\u0103celuri, revolu\u021bii \u0219i fe\u021be-n perindare
\ndesf\u0103cut \u00een dou\u0103, un ghem
\nprin \u0219uvoiul dimine\u021bii gone\u0219te suriu.<\/p>\n

Nu se vede o iot\u0103 la r\u0103scrucile vuitoare.
\n\u00cempro\u0219c\u00e2nd stropii nelini\u0219tii
\nse tol\u0103nir\u0103 c\u00e2t-colo zig-zaguri sonore,
\nizbind cu fa\u021ba-n caldar\u00e2m l\u0103tratul sirenei
\niar \u00een senin \u0219oldurile norilor
\njos iar alarmeaz\u0103 vitrinele strig\u0103tul ochilor.<\/p>\n

Din nou \u00eenverzind \u00een cerc
\nbulevardele se strig\u0103 unele pe altele
\nba s\u0103rut\u00e2nd str\u0103zile cu umbra
\nba exact pe fe\u021be degetele purt\u00e2ndu-\u0219i<\/p>\n

Pe c\u00e2nd soarele g\u0103l\u0103gios \u0219i juc\u0103u\u0219
\nbate \u00een geamuri, pe podea, \u00een unghere
\n\u0219i \u00een odaie vuietele parc\u0103-ar veni spre mine
\nba sp\u0103imos hohotesc peste-un podi\u0219 de piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iar dup\u0103 \u00eengr\u0103dituri
\nsemnele de exclama\u021bie ale hornurilor
\nprin p\u0103duri vesel deranj\u00e2nd odihne
\nacolo \u00een satele din tundr\u0103 ivindu-se.<\/p>\n

\u0218i aceast\u0103 larm\u0103-n clipa prim\u0103verii,
\n\u00eenc\u00e2lcind num\u0103rul minutelor, zilelor
\n\u0219i verdea\u021ba clipind radios
\nf\u0103r\u0103 griji convinge de ceva concret.<\/p>\n

\u00cens\u0103 \u00een agonie \u0219i \u00eencle\u0219tare
\nba ochind \u00een bine, altul \u00een parvenire
\nse \u00eenh\u0103\u021bar\u0103 \u021belurile in\u0219ilor \u00een lan\u021b
\n\u00een cerc irezistibil spre-a supravie\u021bui.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-acum spre noapte eu sunt vl\u0103guit
\nzilei d\u00e2ndu-i obolul, g\u00e2nduri jertfindu-i
\ncotrob\u0103iesc prin verdea\u021b\u0103 \u2013 nu care cumva
\na\u0219 putea observa anii satura\u021bi de tandre\u021be.<\/p>\n

Iar \u00een coridorul frem\u0103t\u0103tor
\nprin mugurii verdelui, prin urlet
\ndeviza durerii, a mea \u0219i a lumii e:
\ncu pa\u0219ii m\u0103sur\u0103m destul de bine
\npedestra\u0219i pe orice \u00een\u0103l\u021bime.<\/p>\n

Ast\u0103zi cu petele veseliei
\nprin carnea \u021b\u0103r\u00e2nei af\u00e2nate
\npeste imperturbabilul brad
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 chemare vom lansa.<\/p>\n

Apoi cu sudoarea secara vom secera
\nverdea\u021ba cu zvonul azuriu al zilei vom \u00eenf\u0103\u0219a
\ncu plu\u0219ul norilor cerul m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind
\narcul lui iulie din nou \u00eenfierb\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-l.<\/p>\n

Unde-i pocnetul biciului \u2013 \u0219uier de v\u00e2nt
\nmu\u0219c\u0103 \u0219oldurile zilelor lene\u0219e
\n\u0219i n\u0103p\u00e2rlitul frunzi\u0219 al ar\u021barilor
\ncu aleanul amic e glod\u0103rie.<\/p>\n

Iar colo las\u2019 neaua s\u0103 se presoare
\nferestre pufoase, ramuri, acoperi\u0219uri
\nalb\u0103strimile geroase le \u00eencol\u021beasc\u0103
\ndin co\u0219uri, cu arderea crez\u00e2nd \u00een frumse\u021be.<\/p>\n

\u0218i iar\u0103\u0219i c\u00e2ntul \u2013 iar \u00eenv\u00e2rtejit pe cale
\n\u00een irepetabile cercuri, volute
\nr\u0103zvr\u0103titor contr\u00e2ndu-se \u00een triluri cu p\u0103s\u0103rile \u2013
\nspre invidia dementelor viforni\u021be.<\/p>\n

(1922)<\/em>
\n\"\"

Georgeta Minodora RESTEMAN G\u00e2nd \u00eenflorit, o respirare alb\u0103 Mai cad ninsori t\u00e2rzii, t\u0103cerea-i dalb\u0103, \u021a\u0103r\u00e2na-\u0219i toarce somnul sub z\u0103pezi. \u0218i-mi<\/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\/13643"}],"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=13643"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13643\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13646,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13643\/revisions\/13646"}],"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=13643"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13643"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13643"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}