{"id":13664,"date":"2021-02-20T21:50:58","date_gmt":"2021-02-20T18:50:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13664"},"modified":"2021-02-20T21:50:58","modified_gmt":"2021-02-20T18:50:58","slug":"literadura-nr-3-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13664","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 3 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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HEBERTO DE SYSMO<\/strong> este pseudunimul lui JOS\u00c9
\nANTONIO OLMEDO L\u00d3PEZ-AMOR (Valencia,
\n1977), scriitor, critic literar \u0219i de film, eseist, cronicar,
\nziarist, licen\u021biat \u00een audiovizuale, se dedic\u0103 programelor
\nde popularizare a \u0219tiin\u021bei.
\nMembru al mai multor re\u021bele \u0219i asocia\u021bii literare
\nspaniole sau mondiale.
\nParte din poemele sale sunt traduse \u00een englez\u0103,
\ngerman\u0103, italian\u0103, rom\u00e2n\u0103, etc.
\nAutorul c\u0103r\u021bilor: Testamentul trandafirului, Floarea
\nvie\u021bii (Elogiu geometriei sacre), Preaiubit \u0219i blestemat
\nbibelou.
\nCoautor al c\u0103r\u021bilor Lumini de antimoniu \u0219i Singur\u0103tate
\naprins\u0103 (haiku).
\nPoezia sa a fost inclus\u0103 \u00een mai multe antologii.<\/p>\n

Apostrof\u0103ri ale eului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubim.
\nUr\u00e2m.
\nNe pare r\u0103u.
\nNe doare.
\nAstfel rana \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103
\nspa\u021biul literar.
\nInvocarea Bestiilor,
\nInvocarea Zeilor;
\nfiecare rug\u0103 aspir\u0103
\nla rug\u0103ciunea ei l\u0103untric\u0103.
\nMetric\u0103 nefast\u0103,
\nadun\u0103 versul
\n\u2014supurarea inimii\u2014
\npentru ciupirea coardelor sonul lor ineligibil.
\nOASPETE
\nScrisul, virusul
\nse propag\u0103 \u00een cerneal\u0103;
\ngramatic \u0219i semantic,
\nermetic \u0219i gol;
\nsonul alfanumeric,
\nlichidul \u0219i cupa,
\nlumina andro-teluric\u0103.
\nCu c\u00e2t frumuse\u021bea lui
\nne p\u0103trunde \u00een via\u021b\u0103,
\ncu c\u00e2t ne st\u0103p\u00e2ne\u0219te
\n\u0219i c\u00e2t\u0103 durere ne-ar aduce…
\nniciodat\u0103 nu vom evita
\nposibila sa contagiere.
\n*
\nIzomer incalculabil
\nTraiul de cealalt\u0103 parte a poemului,
\n\u00een nestatornica \u021bar\u0103 a f\u0103g\u0103duin\u021bei
\n\u2014 acest regat utopic de legend\u0103\u2014
\npe care aed \u0219i trubadur \u00eel c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i-l viseaz\u0103,
\ntrebuie s\u0103 fie at\u00e2t de greu ca traiul
\nf\u0103r\u0103 poezie.
\nTraiul \u00een reversul poemului,
\nc\u00e2ntarea usc\u0103ciunii \u0219i a decaden\u021bei,
\nprin cristal
\ncontemplarea vestirii grotescului;
\ndevalorizarea persoanei \u0219i a artei ,
\ns\u0103rb\u0103torirea pe ascuns
\na autismului Frumuse\u021bii.
\n*
\nr\u0103s\u0103rit \u00een chiparosul vr\u0103biilor
\nNoaptea trece, iubire, \u0219i eu gol,
\ncontemplu \u00een ghemul c\u0103rnii tale
\nc\u00e2t de mizerabil sunt, \u0219i frumuse\u021bea.
\nContemplu \u00een tulul minunatei coapse
\nlumina zdren\u021buit\u0103 de m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere,
\n\u00eembuc\u0103tura rafinat\u0103 de foame.
\nNoaptea trece, iubire, \u0219i eu blestem,
\nclipele r\u0103mase dintr-un timp gre\u0219it,
\nblestem extraordinarul la eternitate;
\ns\u0103 te iubesc mereu,
\n\u0219i binecuv\u00e2ntez mirajul vis\u0103rii
\ns\u0103 nu se lumineze de ziu\u0103.
\nNoaptea trece, iubire \u0219i nimeni nu \u0219tie
\nde aceast\u0103 ran\u0103 de ne\u00eenl\u0103turat ce ne une\u0219te.<\/p>\n

(traducere Elisabeta BO\u021aAN)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDaniel MONTOLY<\/strong>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Montecristi, Republica
\nDominican\u0103, 1968. A studiat dreptul la
\nUniversitatea Autonom\u0103 din Santo
\nDomingo (UASD). A fost finalist \u00een
\nconcursul de poezie Latin Poets for
\nHumanity \u0219i c\u00e2stig\u0103tor al celui de poezie
\norganizat de revista ,,Niedenrgasse\u201d \u0219i ,,Editor’s
\nChoice Award” al The Internacional Poets Society.
\nA publicat \u00een primul volum de colec\u021bie
\n\u201eSensibilit\u0103\u021bi\u201d (Spania, Editura Alternativa),
\nMae\u0219trii necunoscu\u021bi ai poeziei hispano-americane
\n(USA, Editura El Salvaje Refinado), Antologia
\ntinerilor poe\u021bi latino-americani (Uruguay, Editura
\nAbrace) \u0219i \u00een \u201eTinerii poe\u021bi c\u00e2nt\u0103 p\u0103cii\u201d (Sidney,
\nAustralia, Casa Latino-american\u0103). \u201eVerbul
\nne\u00eengr\u0103dit\u201d (Editura Apostrophes, Santiago de
\nChile), Antologia noii poezii hispano-americane
\n(Editura Lord Byron, Lima, Peru) \u0219i antologia
\nnord-american\u0103: A Generation Defining Itself- In
\nOur Onw Words (AMW Enterprises, North
\nCarolina).
\nParte din poemele sale au fost traduse \u00een:
\nportughez\u0103, englez\u0103, rom\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i german\u0103.
\nColaboreaz\u0103 activ cu diverse publica\u021bii literare \u0219i
\nadministreaz\u0103 blogul \u201eEl Wrong Side\u201d, dedicat
\ndifuz\u0103rii literaturii hispano-americane.<\/p>\n

Prevestirea eclipsei<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngele coloreaz\u0103
\nalbul penaj al cerului
\n\u0219i \u00eengropat\u0103 \u00een carne
\naurora a\u0219teapt\u0103 obosit\u0103
\nde mila loviturii
\nurmat\u0103 de strig\u0103tul n\u0103ucitor al vulcanului
\nce r\u0103spunde nelini\u0219tit
\nla ofranda preotului;
\n\u0219i o ploaie de fluturi
\nstr\u0103bate vertiginos
\nc\u00e2mpul cu verdea\u021b\u0103
\no oglind\u0103 ce oscileaz\u0103
\n\u00eentre dou\u0103 m\u0103ri.<\/p>\n


\nP\u0103s\u0103ri fr\u00e2nte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Va fi deja diminea\u021b\u0103
\nchiar dac\u0103 nu vor mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne ochi
\nca s\u0103-\u0219i testifice
\noriginea oarb\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu doar p\u0103s\u0103rilor fr\u00e2nte
\nle cad aripile
\nc\u00e2nd negura
\nca o secure
\nmetafizic\u0103 le \u00eenmoaie
\ncu lacrimi
\n\u0219i cu aceea\u0219i rou\u0103, care
\n\u00een loc s\u0103 le umezeasc\u0103
\nle r\u0103ne\u0219te cu sunete
\nde clopote negre
\nie\u0219ite din iad.<\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103 greierii ar c\u00e2nta
\n\u0219i ar \u00eembr\u0103ca diminea\u021ba
\nca pe o feti\u0219can\u0103 \u00een verde
\ntriste\u021bea ne r\u0103ne\u0219te
\nca o dag\u0103 de sacrificiu
\nce str\u0103punge trupul supus
\nal ultimelor nop\u021bi.
\nVa fi deja diminea\u021b\u0103 din nou
\nchiar dac\u0103 nu vor mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne ochi
\ncare s\u0103 converseze cu p\u0103s\u0103rile fr\u00e2nte
\nsub nori.<\/p>\n


\nAlb pe negru<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alb pe negru
\nritualitatea matern\u0103 al\u0103pteaz\u0103
\ncu s\u00e2nii s\u0103i lumino\u0219i
\noastea cea incredul\u0103 \u0219i fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103
\nde motive abandonate
\ncare a fost v\u00e2rful de lance
\nal orbirii fiin\u021bei, cea
\ncare s-a d\u0103ruit metalului
\ntransform\u00e2ndu-se \u00een el, se \u00eentoarce
\nacum la p\u00e2ntece f\u0103r\u0103
\nve\u0219m\u00e2ntul \u00eengreunat de orgoliu
\n\u0219i bea ca cel care a gustat
\npentru prima dat\u0103, lichidul
\ncelulelor sale.<\/p>\n

(traducere Elisabeta BO\u021aAN)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nSorin C\u0102LIN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Furnituri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adap\u0103 izvorul ce trece din mine \u00een tine
\nCiteaz\u0103 din sheakespeare
\nO can\u0103 cu vin
\nPune-i nop\u021bii c\u0103lu\u0219ul la gur\u0103
\nC\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 de for\u021b\u0103 pornirii
\nMatinale, c\u00e2nd m\u00e2na
\n\u00cemi caut\u0103 prin somnul divin
\nD\u0103 fuga \u00een vis \u0219i adu-mi orele
\nR\u0103t\u0103cite, hoinare printre n\u0103luci
\nSpune cucului s\u0103 tac\u0103, murmur codrii
\nCresc r\u0103d\u0103cini de spaime lupilor
\nRup\u021bi de hait\u0103, url\u0103 ceasuri p\u00e2n\u0103-n turle
\nDe amor.
\nCa s\u0103 treze\u0219ti sfin\u021bii de la miaza zilei
\nStinge lumina soarelui,
\n\u00eenjur\u0103 birj\u0103re\u0219te cu sput\u0103
\nGrumaz ateu, \u00eencalec\u0103 corticele fiin\u021be de
\nDumnezeu.
\nImun\u0103 trezire sparge lac\u0103tul ochiului,
\nHo\u021b b\u0103tr\u00e2n cu palm\u0103 prin iarb\u0103
\nFerecat\u0103 \u00een basm
\nTe-ai mijit? Nu drag\u0103.
\n\u00cenc\u0103 dorm cu fruntea pe st\u00e2nci de sonete
\nAm licori pentru tine, ascunse sus
\nLa cucurigul fetelor mari
\nIele nebune, stropite cu lacrimi de\u0219ucheate.
\nBolnave de primul p\u0103trar, cumin\u021bi pe-nserat
\nTurbate la primul bang de ornic.
\n– Taci tu, pendul\u0103 sor\u0103
\nS\u0103 nu treze\u0219ti copilul de azi.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n


\nDor de…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vre\u021bi poezie?
\nPune\u021bi poporul sugar la s\u00e2nul mu\u0219ei
\nCu sf\u00e2rcul \u00een sus
\nS\u0103-i \u021b\u00e2\u0219neasc\u0103 lapte lui Eminescu,
\nAdemeni\u021bi-l cu-n os str\u0103bun \u0219i
\nPune\u021bi-l s\u0103 v\u0103 amu\u0219ineze g\u00e2ndurile,
\nS\u0103-i curg\u0103 experimentele lui Pavlov
\nPeste coapsele protuberan\u021belor albe,
\nCenu\u0219ile nedefinite ale min\u021bilor pierdute,
\nFruste, imuabile, vindecabile la
\nCongresul pieilor ro\u0219ii.
\nV\u0103 place poezia?
\nA\u0219a nebun\u0103, pierdut\u0103
\nPe-un cal \u0219arg, cu coama de v\u00e2nt,
\nCu ochii de plasm\u0103,
\nFugar peste c\u00e2mp, peste vremea de-asear\u0103,
\nCu g\u00e2nd de Ion, de ocar\u0103, cu plete de lut,
\nCu secer\u0103 la treierat de stele.
\nLa cules, la v\u00e2nat de pu\u0219c\u0103 \u00een capcana pupilei,
\nLa naiba cu c\u0103r\u021bi.
\nA\u021bi citit o poezie?
\nC\u00e2t pentru fiecare sete de blond p\u0103r,
\nAscuns de Mihai, b\u0103iat din flori,
\nDe viori, de nurori, de…
\nFoame de hulpe, de pe\u0219te pr\u0103jit la soare,
\n\u00centins pe burt\u0103 \u00een m\u0103laiele lui Neptun.
\nAscul\u021bi ce-\u021bi spun? Adu degrab\u0103
\nColea, l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine tritonul
\nS\u0103-mi zic\u0103 de susur, de t\u0103lic\u0103
\nMadamo ingrat\u0103.
\nMai vre\u021bi poezie?<\/p>\n

***
\n
\nAll inclusive<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum ca nic\u0103ieri, aici ca niciodat\u0103
\n\u00cen g\u0103ri de vis iubirea se serve\u0219te la pachet
\nRumen\u0103, beat\u0103,
\nPe tocuri cui \u0219i u\u0219i de lemn
\n\u00cencuscrite-n piatr\u0103.
\nDoar dou\u0103 fraze cost\u0103 s\u0103rutarea,
\nTrei fran\u021buzisme o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are.
\nPe gratis minciunelele din prund.
\n\u0218i-apoi s\u0103 bei la bere,
\nS\u0103rate gulere de g\u00e2nd.
\nUn vini\u0219or \u00eel dau pe dou\u0103 \u0219oapte
\nDin butoia\u0219ul t\u0103u
\nFecund \u0219i-nmiresmat de patimi.
\nSimt v\u00e2nt de prim\u0103var\u0103.
\nPlou\u0103…
\n– Frusino, te trezi\u0219i?<\/p>\n


\nMaria ROT\u0102RESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poveste<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era prea var\u0103 pentru ora\u0219ul lor
\naglomerat. A\u0219a c\u0103 el, pe nepl\u0103nuite, a
\ntrecut s\u0103 o ia de la serviciu \u00eentr-o vineri
\nseara, dar \u00een loc s\u0103 se \u00eendrepte spre blocul
\n\u00eenghesuit \u00een c\u0103ldura urban\u0103, au pornit spre o
\ndestina\u021bie pe care urmau s\u0103 o descopere
\n\u00eempreun\u0103.
\nDiminea\u021ba i-a trezit cu m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri de raze
\nbl\u00e2nde \u0219i cu susur de izvor la fereastr\u0103. Se
\naflau \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 mic\u0103 din lemn, fiind
\n\u00eenconjura\u021bi de mun\u021bi c\u00e2t vedeau cu ochii. De
\npe prispa curat\u0103, sc\u0103lda\u021bi \u00een lumina dulce a
\nsoarelui de munte, tinerii \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi au
\ninspirat intens culoarea verde \u015fi-au z\u00e2mbit
\nsfios, de parc\u0103 \u00een ziua aceea s-ar fi \u00eent\u00e2lnit
\n\u00eent\u00e2ia oar\u0103. Locul acela uitat de lume, unde se
\nsim\u021beau mai aproape de cer, avea s\u0103 \u00eei
\n\u00eendemne la o privire introspectiv\u0103, pentru ca,
\nreg\u0103sindu-\u0219i sinele, s\u0103 se redescopere unul pe
\ncel\u0103lalt.
\nLa amiaz\u0103, ea a ie\u0219it aduc\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2ini,
\n\u00eentr-o strachin\u0103 de lemn, m\u0103m\u0103ligu\u021ba aburind.
\nEl o privea z\u00e2mbind. P\u0103rea c\u0103 \u00eei aduce soarele
\n\u00een palme. Era at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103 \u00een rochia ei
\nalb\u0103 de p\u00e2nz\u0103, legat\u0103 cu br\u00e2u ro\u0219u-n talie, cu
\nflori m\u0103runte prinse-n p\u0103rul flutur\u00e2ndu-i
\ncastaniu pe spate. I se p\u0103rea incredibil c\u0103 e a
\nlui, at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103, de harnic\u0103, at\u00e2t de
\n\u00een\u021beleapt\u0103 \u0219i de cuminte… Se re\u00eendr\u0103gostea de
\nea cu fiecare vorb\u0103 a ei, cu fiecare mi\u0219care, cu
\nfiecare z\u00e2mbet. Era femeia lui adev\u0103rat\u0103, cea
\ncare \u0219tia s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219easc\u0103 gra\u021bios purt\u00e2nd tocuri pe
\nbulevardele ora\u0219ului, dar, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, era
\nrom\u00e2nca lui autentic\u0103, cea care z\u00e2mbea a cer
\nalerg\u00e2nd descul\u021b\u0103 prin verdele crud al ierbii.
\nSeara i-a g\u0103sit odihnindu-se unul \u00een bra\u021bele
\nceluilalt pe o buturug\u0103. Un foc mare, de
\ntab\u0103r\u0103, le lumina chipurile. Ea \u00eel privea
\nz\u00e2mbind. Ar fi vrut s\u0103 opreasc\u0103 timpul \u00een loc,
\ns\u0103 transforme clipa aceea \u00een ve\u0219nicie. S\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 la infinit acolo, sub bolta senin\u0103,
\nprivindu-l cum z\u00e2mbe\u0219te \u0219i s\u0103 adoarm\u0103, \u00eenspre
\nzori, l\u00e2ng\u0103 glasul lui. Se re\u00eendr\u0103gostea de el
\ncu fiecare atingere a m\u00e2inilor lor, cu fiecare
\ns\u0103rutare a frun\u021bii pe care o primea, cu fiecare
\nvis cl\u0103dit \u00eempreun\u0103.
\nEra un cer frumos \u00een acea noapte, de
\nparc\u0103 Dumnezeu sc\u0103pase din palme borcanul
\n\u00een care \u021binea stelele, iar acestea se
\n\u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiaser\u0103 \u00een constela\u021bii. St\u0103teau t\u0103cu\u021bi sub
\nbolta ce p\u0103rea c\u0103 \u00eei acoper\u0103 precum o cupol\u0103
\n\u00eentr-un univers sortit numai lor. Mai erau,
\noare, al\u021bi oameni pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt? Sau toat\u0103
\nfericirea lumii le fusese d\u0103ruit\u0103 lor?
\nAu num\u0103rat \u00eempreun\u0103 trei stele c\u0103z\u0103toare.
\nApoi el a sl\u0103bit u\u0219or \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area \u0219i a
\n\u00eengenuncheat \u00een fa\u021ba ei. A privit-o st\u00e2nd
\n\u00eenaintea lui, cu chipul luminat de fl\u0103c\u0103ri, cu
\nochii plini de iubire \u0219i cu surpriza citindu-i-se
\npe buzele tremur\u00e2nd. Atunci, Universul s-a
\noprit \u00een loc \u0219i \u00een acea secund\u0103 de ve\u0219nicie, o
\n\u00eentrebare a fost rostit\u0103. \u00cen a doua secund\u0103 de
\nve\u0219nicie, un r\u0103spuns afirmativ a fost dat.
\nApoi, mun\u021bii \u0219i-au \u00eenchis ochii, brazii \u0219i-au
\nlipit pleoapele, iar focul s-a uitat \u00een cealalt\u0103
\nparte. Numai stelele, mai \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be, au privit
\nspre s\u0103rutul celor doi. Da, voia s\u0103 fie so\u021bia
\nlui! \u00cen lumina focului, un superb inel cu safir
\nsclipea pe inelarul ei, ca simbol al infinitei
\ncomuniuni dintre sufletele lor.
\nLuna le-a fost martor\u0103 \u0219i brazii au p\u0103strat
\ntaina jur\u0103m\u00e2ntului lor. Mun\u021bii le-au dorit s\u0103-\u0219i
\ntr\u0103iasc\u0103 \u00een pace via\u021ba pe care acum o
\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u021beau. Apoi \u0219i-au trimis dorin\u021ba t\u0103cut\u0103 \u00een
\nsus, ca s\u0103 fie scris\u0103 \u00een stele.
\nVor trece ani \u0219i ani peste f\u0103g\u0103duin\u021ba lor, iar
\npovestea celor doi \u00ee\u0219i va urma cursul firesc.
\nDar cererea-n c\u0103s\u0103torie va d\u0103inui \u00een inimile
\nlor c\u00e2t vor tr\u0103i pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Apoi, o vor mai
\n\u021bine minte doar luna, brazii \u0219i mun\u021bii, l\u0103s\u00e2nd-o,
\n\u00een c\u00e2te-o noapte de var\u0103, s\u0103 susure pe la
\nurechile vreunui p\u0103m\u00e2ntean ce-\u0219i va odihni
\nt\u00e2mpla pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, l\u00e2ng\u0103 \u0219opotul lin al
\nizvorului.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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