{"id":13759,"date":"2021-02-26T10:18:08","date_gmt":"2021-02-26T07:18:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13759"},"modified":"2021-03-18T10:55:26","modified_gmt":"2021-03-18T07:55:26","slug":"literadura-nr-2-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13759","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 1 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>MANUELA CAMELIA SAVA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Destin<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Datoria sau inima? &#8211;<br \/>\nm\u0103 \u00eentreb<br \/>\ninima sau datoria? &#8211;<br \/>\nm\u0103 \u00eentrebi, la r\u00e2ndul t\u0103u, ca un ecou iner\u021bial\u2026<br \/>\nr\u0103spunsul e dat cu infinitezimal\u0103 precizie<br \/>\nde vocea tov\u0103r\u0103\u0219easc\u0103 a neuronilor:<br \/>\nDatoria \u00eenainte de toate!<\/p>\n<p>Atunci ia-mi inima<br \/>\n\u0219i tai-o \u00een dou\u0103 p\u0103r\u021bi egale; f\u0103 \u00een a\u0219a fel \u00eenc\u00e2t<br \/>\ndin cele dou\u0103 c\u0103m\u0103ru\u021be s\u0103 curg\u0103 s\u00e2nge curat!<br \/>\nIa-mi inima \u0219i arunc-o la c\u00e2ini,<br \/>\ntot nu-mi folose\u0219te la nimic\u2026<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nPoveste cu lun\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Crezi c\u0103 luna<br \/>\ne un surogat<br \/>\npentru visele mele amare,<br \/>\ndar nu e a\u0219a &#8211;<br \/>\nstr\u0103lucirea ei \u00eemi aduce<br \/>\nmai aproape de s\u00e2nge<br \/>\nculoarea stins\u0103-fumurie<br \/>\na ochilor t\u0103i\u2026<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nTelefonic<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Dep\u0103rtarea a dat un strig\u0103t<br \/>\nTu ai adormit la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al firului de<br \/>\ntelefon \u2013<br \/>\nE demodat s\u0103 mai vorbim ore \u00een \u0219ir!<\/p>\n<p>Cuvintele nu au \u00eenc\u0103put \u00een aceast\u0103 derulare<br \/>\n\u00eenainte \u0219i \u00eenapoi\u2026<br \/>\nM\u0103 suni<br \/>\n\u0219i \u00ee\u021bi r\u0103spund \u00een doi peri:<br \/>\ndiscu\u021bia se poate am\u00e2na,<br \/>\nchiar povestea iubirii noastre poate fi am\u00e2nat\u0103<br \/>\nla nesf\u00e2r\u0219it<br \/>\nNumai tu nu-\u021bi po\u021bi am\u00e2na plecarea<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 r\u0103sari de fiecare dat\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u00een mine<br \/>\nca un altoi<br \/>\nce \u00eenflore\u0219te zi de zi<br \/>\nPs: te sun \u0219i la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al firului de<br \/>\ntelefon<br \/>\nt\u0103cerea r\u0103spunde:<br \/>\nOcupat!<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nPeisaj campestru<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Galbenul c\u00e2mpiei<br \/>\ns-a \u00eenfipt cu t\u0103rie \u00een celulele g\u00e2ndului meu<br \/>\npe atunci eram un copil<br \/>\nplopii alinia\u021bi \u00een dreptul cumpenei de la<br \/>\nf\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eemi r\u0103coreau s\u00e2ngele<br \/>\nsufocat de doruri m\u0103runte, ascu\u021bite<br \/>\n\u0219i eu am aflat c\u0103 am crescut cu ramuri \u00een plete<br \/>\nr\u0103d\u0103cinile lor doinesc acum a c\u00e2mpie:<br \/>\nm-am r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een durerea bunicului,<br \/>\nsudoarea lui galben\u0103 \u00eemi \u021bine de ur\u00e2t<br \/>\nori de c\u00e2te ori privesc apusul \u00eentristat al<br \/>\nsoarelui<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nFLORINA ISACHE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>,,Cu capul \u00een nori\u2019\u2019<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Un r\u00e2u de ghea\u021b\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi trece pe sub piele.<br \/>\n\u00cel v\u0103d desf\u0103c\u00e2ndu-se \u00een f\u00e2\u0219ii crepusculare,<br \/>\nca o dragoste la prima vedere,<br \/>\nca z\u0103pada celor \u0219apte ani de acas\u0103,<br \/>\nse desface \u00een \u0219uvi\u021be limpezi, str\u0103lucitoare.<\/p>\n<p>C\u00e2nd \u00eenchid ochii, v\u0103d c\u0103 sunt liber\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i p\u00e2r\u00e2ul de ghea\u021b\u0103 \u00eemi intr\u0103 sub piele, cre\u0219te,<br \/>\ncre\u0219te,<br \/>\nse \u00eentinde de la unul la cel\u0103lalt,<br \/>\ntrece pe sub m\u00e2inile noastre, cum ar trece pe<br \/>\nsub un pod de flori&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Capul \u00eemi plute\u0219te \u00een aer, dus de v\u00e2nt,<br \/>\nde aici v\u0103d ora\u0219ul str\u0103lucind sub o ploaie<br \/>\ntoren\u021bial\u0103.<br \/>\nStr\u00e2ng copacii \u00een bra\u021be&#8230;<br \/>\n\u0219i apa trece pe sub m\u00e2inile noastre.<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i nu am cuvinte s\u0103 scriu c\u00e2t\u0103 fericire \u00eencape<br \/>\n\u00een ideea aceasta.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nTotul despre<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Vreau s\u0103 scriu un poem la ordinea zilei.<br \/>\nUn poem marca 2000, un poem prin care trece<br \/>\ncurentul literar<br \/>\n\u0219i nu-i modific\u0103 forma sau sensul.<br \/>\nDespre realitatea transformat\u0103 \u0219i nu copia ei<br \/>\nfidel\u0103,<br \/>\ncare impresioneaz\u0103 cititorii \u0219i criticii,<br \/>\nmai ales criticii literari&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>un poem \u00een care tu de\u021bii toate rolurile<br \/>\n\u0219i poemul devine mai transparent&#8230;<br \/>\ndec\u00e2t Marea Egee \u2013 \u00een luna august<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n\u00cen limitele fidelit\u0103\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Cineva a l\u0103sat fereastra deschis\u0103.<br \/>\nV\u00e2ntul a tr\u00e2ntit geamul \u0219i geamul s-a spart de<\/p>\n<p>asfalt,<br \/>\na\u0219a cum se sparg norii&#8230;<br \/>\nstrada s-a umplut cu ap\u0103.<br \/>\nPort pantofi noi, albi, chineze\u0219ti.<br \/>\n\u0218i femeia din fa\u021ba mea, poart\u0103 pantofi noi,<br \/>\nalbi, chineze\u0219ti.<br \/>\nMerge la dou\u0103 nop\u021bi distan\u021b\u0103&#8230;<br \/>\nNici nu se apropie nici nu se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103.<br \/>\nAdi este un mort nou.<br \/>\nAvea un credit la banc\u0103, \u00een franci elve\u021bieni,<br \/>\nSe certase cu iubita,<br \/>\nl-au g\u0103sit l\u00e2ng\u0103 calorifer, cu bra\u021bele desf\u0103cute<br \/>\nca ni\u0219te aripi,<br \/>\nplutea \u00een moarte.<br \/>\nMama lui poart\u0103 rochie neagr\u0103 \u0219i \u00eel jele\u0219te \u00een<br \/>\noglind\u0103.<br \/>\n\u00cel jele\u0219te ca acum 33 de ani, c\u00e2nd s-a n\u0103scut&#8230;<br \/>\nTrec din realitate \u00een realitate.<br \/>\nLas \u00een urm\u0103 Parcul Central \u0219i Supermarketul<br \/>\nPeny \u0219i Elegan \u2013 sul<br \/>\n\u0219i Gara Veche \u0219i locul unde a c\u0103zut ultimul<br \/>\navion&#8230;<br \/>\n\u0219i femeia merge \u00een fa\u021ba mea, la dou\u0103 nop\u021bi<br \/>\ndistan\u021b\u0103.<br \/>\nP\u0103durea Vedea ne intr\u0103 \u00een ochi, cu copacii ei<br \/>\n\u00eenal\u021bi, scrijeli\u021bi ca o cruce.<br \/>\nSe vede pe fa\u021ba noastr\u0103, curge pe obraji,<br \/>\nverde, spre col\u021bul gurii&#8230;<br \/>\n\u0218i femeia aceasta merge \u00een spatele meu, la<br \/>\ndou\u0103 nop\u021bi distan\u021b\u0103&#8230;<br \/>\nm\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nDin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Este un \u00eenceput luminos de toamn\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eentre zidurile facult\u0103\u021bii.<br \/>\nNoi c\u0103lc\u0103m pe frunze ce \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 copacii<br \/>\nne\u00eenmatricula\u021bi<br \/>\n\u0219i nu \u0219tim ce pierdem&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Prive\u0219te!<\/p>\n<p>Un \u0219oarece mort pe aleea dintre bisericu\u021be&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Privirea ta de ploaie \u0219terge uimirea &#8211;<br \/>\nca pe un sms trecut dincolo<br \/>\nde limita discre\u021biei.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nILONA CRISTINA P\u00ceRVAN<br \/>\n(Elev\u0103 la Liceul Teoretic \u201eAlexandru Marghiloman\u201d)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Pecetea iubirii<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>E\u0219ti precum ceara lum\u00e2n\u0103rii,<br \/>\n\u00cemi dai c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103 frigi<br \/>\nLumin\u0103, c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u0219i o mare arsur\u0103 pe suflet.<br \/>\nVezi, cum m\u0103 \u00eentre\u021bii \u00een via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103 ucizi doar<br \/>\ncu numele?<br \/>\nVezi, cum \u00eemi sclipesc ochii c\u00e2nd lic\u0103re\u0219ti o<br \/>\nraz\u0103?<br \/>\nDoamne, te-a\u0219 topi la mine \u00een palm\u0103 \u0219i te-a\u0219<br \/>\nparafa pe pieptul meu gol,<br \/>\n\u0218i te-a\u0219 face bandaj de cear\u0103 fierbinte,<br \/>\nCa s\u0103-mi lipesc firele pl\u00e2nse de triste\u021be.<br \/>\nAi r\u0103m\u00e2ne acolo pe vecie.<br \/>\nDup\u0103 vecie, te-a\u0219 dezlipi \u0219i te-a\u0219 topi din nou<br \/>\nla mine \u00een palm\u0103.<br \/>\n\u0218i te-a\u0219 modela cu sudoare de iubire \u0219i stropi<br \/>\nde ploaie,<br \/>\n\u00centr-o raz\u0103 galben\u0103, o raz\u0103 cu speran\u021b\u0103.<br \/>\nTe-a\u0219 pre\u021bui, ca pe cel mai sf\u00e2nt suflet.<br \/>\nTe-a\u0219 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia \u00een somnul t\u0103u ad\u00e2nc<br \/>\nTi-a\u0219 piept\u0103na p\u0103rul negru, atunci ai \u0219tii<br \/>\nC\u0103 degetele mele sunt cele mai bune<br \/>\ndescurc\u0103toare de labirinturi.<br \/>\nA\u0219 pl\u00e2nge cu grindin\u0103, dar nu pot.<br \/>\nPot cu lacrimi \u00een care se oglindesc ochii t\u0103i \u0219i<br \/>\nz\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u.<br \/>\n\u021ai-a\u0219 \u00eempacheta c\u00e2teva lacrimi, \u021bi le-a\u0219<br \/>\ntrimite prin po\u0219t\u0103,<br \/>\nDar \u0219tiu c\u0103 nu verifici cutia po\u0219tal\u0103.<br \/>\nPoate, doar poate, \u00eentr-o frac\u021biune din timpul<br \/>\nt\u0103u viitor,<br \/>\n\u00ce\u021bi vei reaminti de mine.<br \/>\nPoate, doar poate, \u00eemi vei z\u00e2mbi<br \/>\nFiecare pic\u0103tur\u0103 soarbe c\u00e2te un g\u00e2nd aspru,<br \/>\nUn g\u00e2nd cu tine departe de mine,<br \/>\nUn g\u00e2nd dur, \u00een care tu o str\u00e2ngi pe ea la<br \/>\npieptul t\u0103u.<br \/>\nPrecum o lum\u00e2nare e\u0219ti.<br \/>\n\u0218i dac\u0103 m-ai lumina acum<br \/>\n\u021ai-a\u0219 suporta flac\u0103ra \u0219i m-a\u0219 l\u0103sa ars\u0103 de tine.<br \/>\nDar tu nu e\u0219ti, iar eu nu pot.<br \/>\n\u00cen\u021belegi?<br \/>\nF\u0103r\u0103 lumina ta\u2026<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nMARIA ROT\u0102RESCU<br \/>\n(Elev\u0103 la \u0218coala General\u0103 Emil Palade, Buz\u0103u))<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Lumina apusului de toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Un soare ca un bunic cu sur\u00e2s bl\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i<br \/>\ntrimite razele resemnate, umpl\u00e2nd de<br \/>\nlumin\u0103 inimile, casele, z\u00e2mbetele.<br \/>\nSatul e mai frumos ca oric\u00e2nd \u00een lumina de<br \/>\ntoamn\u0103.<br \/>\nDin spatele unei perdele albe, mo\u0219tenit\u0103<br \/>\nca zestre de nunt\u0103, o b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 prive\u0219te \u00een\u021beleg\u0103tor<br \/>\ndincolo de razele ce se cern printre<br \/>\ng\u0103urile atent lucrate, amor\u021bite de vreme, ale<br \/>\nmaterialului alb. O amintire r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 sau poate<br \/>\nvreun g\u00e2nd din trecut s-a strecurat t\u0103cut \u00een<br \/>\n\u00eenc\u0103pere, odat\u0103 cu lumina cald\u0103. Nu a deranjat<br \/>\nprea mult, de team\u0103 s\u0103 nu profaneze lumea<br \/>\nasta parc\u0103 desprins\u0103 dintr-o poveste uitat\u0103 de<br \/>\ntimp. Lumea \u00een care doar lumina \u0219i chipul din<br \/>\nicoana unui sf\u00e2nt mai \u00eendr\u0103znesc s\u0103 \u00eenfrunte<br \/>\nsingur\u0103tatea.<br \/>\nCu m\u00e2inile albe \u0219i pline de urmele<br \/>\nmuncii grele de-o via\u021b\u0103, b\u0103tr\u00e2na \u00ee\u0219i desface,<br \/>\nparc\u0103 sfioas\u0103, basmaua neagr\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i trece degetele<br \/>\nprin p\u0103rul unde prim\u0103vara a uitat s\u0103<br \/>\ntopeasc\u0103 z\u0103pada anilor ce-au trecut \u0219i i-a<br \/>\ntrimis b\u0103tr\u00e2nei flori de m\u0103r &#8211; cununa v\u00e2rstei<br \/>\nsale &#8211; ca s\u0103 compenseze graba. In jurul ei, to\u021bi<br \/>\nse gr\u0103besc. Copii, nepo\u021bi, vecini, anotimpuri.<br \/>\nSi ea, doar ea, parc\u0103 a oprit timpul \u00een loc. Ii<br \/>\nprive\u0219te pe to\u021bi cum trec \u0219i sur\u00e2de tainic \u0219i<br \/>\ncuminte. Ea nu se mai gr\u0103be\u0219te.<br \/>\nCu m\u00e2inile sale, m\u0103rturii ale unei vie\u021bi<br \/>\njertfite pentru binele celor dragi, b\u0103tr\u00e2na \u00ee\u0219i<br \/>\nm\u00e2ng\u00e2ie u\u0219or florile de m\u0103r din p\u0103r \u0219i o lacrim\u0103<br \/>\ncald\u0103, precum lumina ce se revars\u0103 prin<br \/>\nfereastr\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i face loc printr-un rid ad\u00e2nc de pe<br \/>\nobrazul drept al femeii. Nu are nevoie de<br \/>\noglind\u0103, de\u0219i aproape ca a uitat cum arat\u0103.<br \/>\nTimpul e oglinda ei.<br \/>\nG\u00e2ndul strecurat odat\u0103 cu lumina i-a<br \/>\namintit o zi de toamna asemenea acesteia. Pe<br \/>\natunci, pletele b\u0103tr\u00e2nei erau ale unei femei<br \/>\ntinere. Pe atunci aveau culoarea razelor de<br \/>\nsoare. Iar casa \u00een care acum doar icoanele \u0219i<br \/>\nlumina mai \u00eenfr\u00e2ng t\u0103cuta singur\u0103tate, r\u0103suna<br \/>\npe atunci de r\u00e2sete de copii.<br \/>\nIar b\u0103tr\u00e2na, de fapt femeia t\u00e2n\u0103ra, cro\u0219eta cu<br \/>\ndrag\u2026 Icoanele spun ca ar fi cro\u0219etat ni\u0219te<br \/>\nc\u0103r\u0103ri pentru via\u021ba unor omule\u021bi desprin\u0219i din<br \/>\nsufletul ei.<br \/>\nB\u0103tr\u00e2na a cl\u0103tinat u\u0219or din cap. Poate ca s\u0103<br \/>\nalunge amintirea. E dureros de frumos uneori<br \/>\ns\u0103-\u021bi aminte\u0219ti de vremurile c\u00e2nd pletele-\u021bi<br \/>\naveau culoarea luminii. Amintirea a fugit.<br \/>\nB\u0103tr\u00e2na si-a legat u\u0219or basmaua \u00eenapoi.<br \/>\nSoarele si-a \u00eenchis pleoapele \u0219i a strivit, f\u0103r\u0103<br \/>\ns\u0103 vrea, ultimele gene \u00eent\u00e2rziate de lumin\u0103. Pe<br \/>\nuli\u021ba satului mirosea a fum \u0219i-a frunze<br \/>\nvestejite.<br \/>\nLumina soarelui din diminea\u021ba urm\u0103toare<br \/>\ni-a \u0219optit icoanei din perete ca a v\u0103zut un<br \/>\n\u00eenger pe c\u00e2nd soarele \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchidea ochii<br \/>\ndeun\u0103zi. Icoana a murmurat, ca pentru ea, ca<br \/>\n\u00eengerul acela era cel care aprindea candela de<br \/>\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 rama ei \u00een fiecare zi. Apoi a spus, u\u0219or:<br \/>\n,,- Lumina, s\u0103-i aprinzi, din partea mea, o<br \/>\ncandel\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2nei!\u201d<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nELENA RADU<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>(fragmente din volumul \u201e\u0218i Tat\u0103l)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>S\u0103 tr\u0103im ora speran\u021bei<br \/>\nS\u0103n\u0103tatea Cuv\u00e2ntului, Everestul Fiin\u021bei. Credin\u021ba<br \/>\n\u00ee\u0219i va demitiza adversarii. Sunt un<br \/>\nabonat al speran\u021bei \u0219i un complice al adev\u0103rului.<br \/>\nSperan\u021ba \u00eenseamn\u0103 umanitate, \u00eend\u00e2rjire.<br \/>\nUn om f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103 e un om resemnat. Sunt<br \/>\n\u00een tr\u0103irea mea notorie de iubire a aproapelui.<br \/>\nNe vedem \u00een tonul cuvintelor mai aprin\u0219i, nu<br \/>\nmai pot s\u0103 admit dec\u00e2t cutezan\u021ba unei expresii<br \/>\nde binefacere.<br \/>\nLa aceast\u0103 or\u0103 extravagant\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103znim s\u0103<br \/>\ng\u00e2ndim \u0219i s\u0103 sper\u0103m. S\u0103 facem Cuib Adev\u0103rului.<br \/>\nVreau s\u0103 am prieteni \u00een r\u00e2ndul oamenilor<br \/>\nsimpli. Fire\u0219te, puterea de a crede a fost<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nd revizuit\u0103. Ne oprim \u0219i pr\u0103znuim<br \/>\nadev\u0103rul. Banul, averea, nu sunt proprietarii<br \/>\nmei. Proprietarul meu e adev\u0103rul, pentru el<br \/>\nmuncesc \u0219i m\u0103 sacrific.<br \/>\nAlerg dup\u0103 orice firimitur\u0103 a adev\u0103rului ca s\u0103<br \/>\nm\u0103 hr\u0103nesc. Cum s\u0103 crezi c\u0103 nu exist\u0103 lumin\u0103<br \/>\ndac\u0103 aspiri la ea ?<br \/>\nSunt \u00een Legenda vie a P\u0103m\u00e2ntului \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eenal\u021b<br \/>\npe acest Cuv\u00e2nt. La originea P\u0103m\u00e2ntului stau<br \/>\nlocuitorii Chipului nostru. Fiecare lucru<br \/>\ntrebuie s\u0103 se divizeze \u00een iubire pentru c\u0103 a\u0219a<br \/>\nam creat-o.<br \/>\nSunt bel\u0219ugul Privirii Tat\u0103lui \u0219i nu pot s\u0103 m\u0103<br \/>\nuit \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t la nimic. Am arborat steagul iubirii<br \/>\npentru a se apropia lumea de el.<br \/>\nIes din timp \u0219i m\u0103 extaziez, m\u0103 rup de cea mai<br \/>\ncoroborant\u0103 funingine, de r\u0103zboiul cel mai<br \/>\nn\u0103molos. M\u0103 rup&#8230; M\u0103 lipesc uneori de a\u0219ez\u0103rile<br \/>\nastea&#8230; A\u0219tept s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103 st\u00e2njeneii \u0219i<br \/>\ns\u0103 privesc din nou spre noi. O, c\u00e2t am suportat<br \/>\nfrauda Cuv\u00e2ntului.<br \/>\nR\u00e2vnesc la adev\u0103r \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 nicio alt\u0103 \u00eentrebare<br \/>\ndec\u00e2t c\u0103 mi-e dor de el. De Cu\u0219ma lui. M\u0103<br \/>\nrev\u0103rs peste aceste meleaguri, merg cu caprele<br \/>\nla c\u00e2mp pentru c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 rezolv cu insinuarea.<br \/>\nM\u0103 v\u0103d din ce \u00een ce mai bine.<br \/>\nDesigur, pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce-L v\u0103d pe Domnul.<br \/>\nSuntem l\u0103sa\u021bi \u00een paji\u0219ti ad\u00e2nci \u0219i susur de<br \/>\nlumin\u0103. D\u0103m coaja de nuc la o parte \u0219i gust\u0103m<br \/>\nmiezul. \u00cencepe o zi fierbinte de var\u0103 \u0219i de<br \/>\nemo\u021bii sublime. Ating puterea de a vorbi<br \/>\naprins \u0219i definitoriu. E fructul na\u021biunii, seva<br \/>\ng\u00e2ndului ei. Gust\u0103m fructele \u0219i r\u00e2dem, ne<br \/>\nzbenguim printre flori \u0219i semin\u021bele lor. Toate<br \/>\nchipurile mele sunt undeva, departe, \u00eentr-un<br \/>\nregistru. \u0218i costumele \u00een care m-am definit ca<br \/>\nom.<br \/>\nSunt \u00eentr-o poem\u0103 rena\u0219tere. \u00centr-o cocioab\u0103<br \/>\nde lumin\u0103 \u0219i \u00eemplinire perpetu\u0103. O, ce uluit<br \/>\nsunt pentru veacurile astea! C\u00e2t\u0103 ap\u0103 trebuie<br \/>\ns\u0103 beau ca s\u0103 nu m\u0103 sufoc \u0219i s\u0103 pun piciorul<br \/>\npe caldar\u00e2m&#8230; \u0218i c\u00e2t de str\u0103veziu sunt<br \/>\nuneori&#8230;<br \/>\nNu am \u0219tiut adev\u0103rul p\u00e2n\u0103 acum dec\u00e2t \u00een<br \/>\nforme apropiate, b\u0103nuite, dar acum \u00eel vom \u0219ti<br \/>\na\u0219a cum este.<br \/>\nCu c\u00e2t\u0103 sete arborez iubirea de omenire!<br \/>\nScriu r\u00e2ndurile astea cu aspectul meu<br \/>\nrespectiv, dar am forma fratelui, a speran\u021belor<br \/>\nce ne leag\u0103 \u0219i suie spre zare. Vor fi multe<br \/>\nCopci de lumin\u0103 aici.<br \/>\nDa, Doamne, r\u0103nile mele nu sunt doar<br \/>\nculturale. Suntem cu prezum\u021bia de nevinov\u0103\u021bie<br \/>\naproape, dar parc\u0103 exist\u0103 un vinovat.<br \/>\nDomnul este chiar \u0219i \u00een cea mai mic\u0103 fr\u00e2ntur\u0103<br \/>\nde adev\u0103r, propor\u021biile Sale pot fi anonime, dar<br \/>\npline de speran\u021b\u0103. Este El. Nu v\u0103 gr\u0103bi\u021bi s\u0103<br \/>\narunca\u021bi firimiturile.<br \/>\nTremur \u00een lumin\u0103, de lumin\u0103 \u0219i sunt chiar mai<br \/>\nbun.(fragment \u2026\u0219i Tat\u0103l, 2013 )<br \/>\nM\u0103 rog \u00eentr-un glas lumesc<br \/>\nVreau Cuv\u00e2ntul pe care \u00eel cunosc \u0219i iubesc.<br \/>\nDac\u0103 am alergat dup\u0103 forma pe care am avut-o<br \/>\na fost pentru c\u0103 nu am vrut s\u0103 uit nimic. Nu<br \/>\ne oare o er\u0103 \u00een care adev\u0103rul trebuie spus ?<br \/>\nAm fost subjugat, anihilat, disperat&#8230; A\u0219 fi<br \/>\nputut s\u0103 stau sub ad\u0103post f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun o vorb\u0103.<br \/>\nS\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc doar cum s\u0103 fac bani \u0219i bunuri.<br \/>\nAm scris tihnit, \u00een legea sufletului meu \u0219i a<br \/>\ndurerii aspira\u021biilor. Am scris ca s\u0103 m\u0103 vindec,<br \/>\ns\u0103 nu privesc \u00een urm\u0103 ca la o fantom\u0103. Sunt<br \/>\nEu. A\u0219a cum sunt. \u00cen aceast\u0103 specie.<br \/>\nL\u0103s\u0103m totul \u00eentr-o limb\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i via\u021b\u0103.<br \/>\nTenta\u021bia mea de a face bine a fost cov\u00e2r\u0219itoare.<br \/>\nDar m-am \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat c\u00e2nd i-am v\u0103zut<br \/>\ncum se uit\u0103 prin gardul invidiei \u0219i r\u00e2d. Cum<br \/>\ns\u0103 fii bun c\u00e2nd dup\u0103 ce le treci pragul te<br \/>\ndezbrac\u0103 ?<br \/>\n\u0218tiam c\u0103 la noi acas\u0103 \u00eenseamn\u0103 Cuv\u00e2nt.<br \/>\nAceste lumi g\u0103site \u0219i reg\u0103site \u00ee\u021bi provoac\u0103<br \/>\niertare, lini\u0219te, pace. Tot ce-mi trebuie ca s\u0103<br \/>\nexist este o fericire universal\u0103 comun\u0103. Nu<br \/>\nvreau s\u0103 fiu singur, ci cu ceilal\u021bi, s\u0103 r\u00e2d cu ei,<br \/>\ns\u0103 pl\u00e2ng, s\u0103 merg pe c\u00e2mp&#8230;<br \/>\nUmblu \u00een sandale \u0219i tog\u0103 antic\u0103. Desigur, e o<br \/>\nviziune&#8230; Merg spre Templu. E un gram de<br \/>\nspiritualitate ve\u0219nic\u0103, o feerie a min\u021bii, eterna<br \/>\nglorie a filozofiei, \u0219tiin\u021bei.<br \/>\nS\u0103 ai zei la care te \u00eenchini sau te r\u0103zboie\u0219ti, s\u0103<br \/>\naduci ofrande sau s\u0103 le spui c\u0103 nu exist\u0103. Noi<br \/>\nexist\u0103m \u00een clip\u0103 cu fiin\u021barea noastr\u0103 \u0219i vrem s\u0103<br \/>\nr\u0103zbim \u00eentr-o fiin\u021b\u0103 impresionant\u0103. S\u0103 ne<br \/>\npozi\u021bion\u0103m deasupra lucrurilor sau deasupra<br \/>\nneantului. Cred c\u0103 vom putea lua neantul \u00een<br \/>\nr\u00e2s pentru c\u0103 reg\u0103sirea va fi dincolo de el.<br \/>\nTrebuie s\u0103 fim \u00een amfiteatrul poeziei antice,<br \/>\ncu lauri pe cap, s\u0103 iubim omenirea pe care o<br \/>\n\u0219tim, dar \u0219i pe cea care va lua na\u0219tere pe<br \/>\npodi\u0219ul lumii. Am str\u0103nutat de dorul poeziei<br \/>\n\u0219i m-am f\u0103cut sclavul ei. O, ce bine \u00eemi vine<br \/>\nhaina de poet&#8230; Sunt \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103. Sunt al<br \/>\nmeu. Bine p\u0103zit de slov\u0103. Nu mai \u0219tim s\u0103<br \/>\nfacem dec\u00e2t poezie \u0219i s\u0103 credem \u00een<br \/>\nDumnezeu.<br \/>\n\u00cen specie&#8230;<br \/>\nAceast\u0103 specie a trezit \u00een mine sentimente<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 m-am n\u0103scut \u00een r\u00e2ndul ei. Sunt \u00een<br \/>\nmijlocul atmosferei p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u0219ti. M\u0103 uit prin<br \/>\ncr\u0103p\u0103turile g\u00e2ndului, a luminii, farsei. A efortului<br \/>\nmeu de a merge \u0219i respira. M-am temut<br \/>\nmerg\u00e2nd prin specie f\u0103r\u0103 tovar\u0103\u0219, busol\u0103, o<br \/>\nhart\u0103 a inimii, a sufletului p\u0103m\u00e2ntesc. M-am<br \/>\ntemut de orice vietate vorbitoare sau nevorbitoare.<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd am ales visul de a fi Om \u0219tiam ce<br \/>\nm\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103, printre ce vie\u021buitoare merg.<br \/>\nCum se uitau fra\u021bii c\u00e2nd le-am m\u0103rturisit visul<br \/>\nde a fi Om. M-au preg\u0103tit s\u0103 fiu \u00eentr-o specie<br \/>\nschimonosit\u0103 de erori. Colorat\u0103. Si dac\u0103 m\u0103<br \/>\naflam \u00een vie\u021buitoare \u2013 puteam fi floare,<br \/>\nfluture, dar a fost Om \u00eengr\u0103dit \u00een a\u0219ezare \u0219i<br \/>\ngrade speciale de temperatur\u0103. Pentru a fi<br \/>\nalc\u0103tuit din oase, a avea membre cu care s\u0103<br \/>\nmuncesc, s\u0103 lupt, s\u0103 m\u0103 epuizez.<br \/>\nE o dup\u0103 amiaz\u0103 de var\u0103. \u00cemi pun \u00eentreb\u0103ri<br \/>\ndespre cazul meu \u00een specie. Chiar e interesant,<br \/>\nam cutreierat locuri, am v\u0103zut fe\u021bele lumii.<br \/>\nAcum vreau s\u0103 r\u0103cnesc la toate speciile \u0219i s\u0103<br \/>\nle trezesc pentru c\u0103 vor avea o via\u021b\u0103 nou\u0103.<br \/>\nFiecare vie\u021buitoare trebuie s\u0103 poarte un dram<br \/>\nde adev\u0103r \u0219i de lumin\u0103.<br \/>\nErau cobor\u00e2te toate indica\u021biile, punctele \u00een<br \/>\ncare eu trebuia s\u0103 fiu \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 leg de lume.<br \/>\nSpecia cu care am lucrat, cu care m-am<br \/>\nidentificat, \u00een care am func\u021bionat ca individ.<br \/>\nDa, cu specia st\u0103m azi de vorb\u0103 \u0219i ne amintim<br \/>\nc\u0103derea ei \u00een toate istoriile dramatice.<br \/>\nNu, nu am \u00eencetat niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 iubesc<br \/>\nCuv\u00e2ntul.<br \/>\nM\u0103 lini\u0219tesc \u00een soiul acesta de lumin\u0103 ce<br \/>\ncurge parc\u0103 peste mine. Nimeni nu mai poate<br \/>\nlocui sub un chip efemer, fiecare trebuie s\u0103<br \/>\naib\u0103 \u00een el lumina, starea cosmic\u0103 a fiin\u021bei.<br \/>\nAsear\u0103 am avut o viziune. Eram \u00eentr-o c\u0103su\u021b\u0103<br \/>\nde lemn, st\u0103team \u00een prag. \u00cen jur, paji\u0219te verde,<br \/>\nfrumoas\u0103. La un moment dat, s-a ivit o femeie<br \/>\n\u00een straie populare, cu p\u00e2ine \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. S-a<br \/>\napropiat \u00eencet de mine, s\u0103 gust. Apoi au<br \/>\nap\u0103rut dacii&#8230; Dacii mei&#8230; M-au privit \u0219i s-au<br \/>\n\u00eenclinat. Ce dorin\u021b\u0103 de a fugi \u00een lumin\u0103 \u0219i a<br \/>\ntr\u0103i \u00een straie populare. Am venerat p\u0103m\u00e2ntul<br \/>\ncu for\u021ba mea uneori p\u0103m\u00e2nteasc\u0103, alteori<br \/>\ndivin\u0103. St\u00e2nd sub toate minunile timpului &#8211;<br \/>\nom, gospod\u0103rie, fascina\u021bia c\u00e2mpului. O, da.<br \/>\n\u00cemi revin greu dintr-o via\u021b\u0103 de Om.<br \/>\nOmul mi-a f\u0103cut istorie \u00een El. Da, m-am<br \/>\n\u00eenc\u0103l\u021bat \u0219i am c\u0103lcat p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, am sur\u00e2s \u00een<br \/>\noglind\u0103 v\u0103z\u00e2ndu-mi chipul, auzindu-mi vocea.<br \/>\nIe\u0219ind la cump\u0103r\u0103turi cu o fericire<br \/>\nnebuloas\u0103 aici, \u00een albia p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.<br \/>\nMi-au curs lacrimi&#8230; Uneori am f\u0103cut eforturi<br \/>\nincredibile s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n locuitor.<br \/>\nAm vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentrec \u00een cuvinte de bl\u00e2nde\u021be<br \/>\nca atunci c\u00e2nd mergeam descul\u021b\u0103 pe c\u00e2mp<br \/>\ndup\u0103 seceri\u0219ul gr\u00e2ului \u0219i sim\u021beam pl\u0103cerea<br \/>\nnebun\u0103 de a exista. A cuv\u00e2nta a fost un<br \/>\nextraordinar sui\u0219 spre c\u0103mara G\u00e2ndului.<br \/>\nNu, nu am \u00eencetat niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 iubesc<br \/>\nCuv\u00e2ntul \u0219i s\u0103-mi leg existen\u021ba de El.<br \/>\nExplozia social\u0103 a acestei lumi precare m\u0103<br \/>\nsus\u021bine \u0219i pe mine, c\u0103ci a\u0219a o vreau, s\u0103 lupte<br \/>\npentru drepturile ei, c\u0103ci are conven\u021bie cu<br \/>\nlumina. Omul e Cuv\u00e2nt, Lumin\u0103, Pace \u0219i<br \/>\nAdev\u0103r.<br \/>\nSe las\u0103 \u00een noi amurgul lini\u0219tii depline, puterea<br \/>\nde a dovedi c\u0103 suntem ai luminii. R\u0103bufnim \u00een<br \/>\npragurile Fiin\u021bei cu o sete nemaipomenit\u0103. Ce<br \/>\ngrai de poveste vom avea! \u0218i ce Cu\u0219m\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eemplinit\u0103!<br \/>\nDa, vom avea noi arme de lupt\u0103, de \u00eembinare<br \/>\na Fiin\u021bei cu ve\u0219nicia luminii. Vom tr\u0103i ca<br \/>\nnemuritorii.<br \/>\nFrenezia durerii mele a devenit Cuv\u00e2nt. Cum<br \/>\naltfel puteam s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc la copil\u0103rie, s\u0103<br \/>\numblu \u00een cuf\u0103rul suferin\u021bei dac\u0103 nu eram<br \/>\n\u00eenso\u021bit de Cuv\u00e2nt \u0219i lumin\u0103? Cum puteam s\u0103<br \/>\nm\u0103 afund \u00een cele r\u0103scolite, povestite f\u0103r\u0103 acest<br \/>\npansament?<br \/>\nEu sunt din lumin\u0103, dar am stat la vatr\u0103. M-au<br \/>\nars uneori v\u00e2lv\u0103t\u0103ile, dar chipul meu a<br \/>\nstr\u0103lucit dup\u0103 durere. Cum s\u0103 nu avem istoria<br \/>\n\u00een toate puterile ei c\u00e2nd noi am \u00cenceput-o ? Cu<br \/>\nnem\u0103rginit\u0103 stupoare am \u00eentins Fiin\u021ba p\u00e2n\u0103 la<br \/>\nmarginile ve\u0219niciei. \u00centreaga Fiin\u021b\u0103. Ne uit\u0103m<br \/>\nla ea, o analiz\u0103m. A tr\u0103it \u00een fericiri abstracte,<br \/>\ncenu\u0219ii, dar acum e a luminii. Nu oprim<br \/>\npoezia luminii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>MANUELA CAMELIA SAVA Destin Datoria sau inima? &#8211; m\u0103 \u00eentreb inima sau datoria? &#8211; m\u0103 \u00eentrebi, la r\u00e2ndul t\u0103u, ca<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":14054,"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":[7,329],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13759"}],"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\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13759"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13759\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14046,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13759\/revisions\/14046"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14054"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13759"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13759"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13759"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}