{"id":13917,"date":"2021-03-11T15:52:37","date_gmt":"2021-03-11T12:52:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13917"},"modified":"2021-03-11T15:52:37","modified_gmt":"2021-03-11T12:52:37","slug":"literadura-nr-19-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13917","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 19 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Livia DIMULESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Se f\u0103cuse t\u00e2rziu<\/strong><\/p>\n

La \u00eenceput fusese un t\u00e2rziu pe orizontal\u0103.
\n\u00cend\u0103r\u0103tnic, cerul adusese
\nUn t\u00e2rziu pe vertical\u0103.
\nLa \u00eenceput,
\nM\u0103 ad\u0103postisem sub un rid.
\nAcum, sufletul meu se pulverizase
\n\u0218i m\u0103 bombarda
\nDintr-un t\u00e2rziu
\nCe picura de sus, at\u00e2t de sus
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t bagajul era gata f\u0103cut.
\nCerul fugea, oamenii se ascundeau,
\nCuvintele se \u00eenjum\u0103t\u0103\u021beau.
\nTotul ajungea prea t\u00e2rziu,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\n\u00ce\u0219i amintea de copil\u0103rie
\n\u0218i primul cuv\u00e2nt ofta.
\nEra, mereu, t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n

1
\nFemeia la cincizeci de ani<\/strong><\/p>\n

are copacul doldora de fotografii
\nZugr\u0103ve\u0219te constant
\ncasa \u00een care lipsesc oglinzi.
\nLa baza copacului
\ncresc din ce \u00een ce mai multe
\ncruci,
\nsub care mor\u021bii sfor\u0103ie,
\nse dau cu n\u0103mol,
\nse-nghesuie s\u0103 primeasc\u0103
\niertare \u0219i mir.
\nFemeia la cincizeci de ani
\nnu mai are puful fin
\nsub aripile r\u0103mase \u00eenfipte
\n\u00een albumele cu fotografii.<\/p>\n

2
\nFemeia la cincizeci de ani<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 mearg\u0103 cu spatele.
\nAre \u00een bagaje sute de perechi de pantofi
\ndesperechea\u021bi
\npe care-i schimb\u0103 din doi \u00een doi ani,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ajunge s\u0103 \u00eencal\u021be
\n\u0219o\u0219onii din cauciuc
\n\u00een care stau imacula\u021bi pantofii din lac:
\n\u00een drum spre gr\u0103dini\u021b\u0103, cu ciorapii din bumbac.
\nP\u0103rul scurt, tuns b\u0103rb\u0103te\u0219te
\ncre\u0219te \u00een intersec\u021bie. Mama \u00eel \u00eemplete\u0219te \u00een dou\u0103 cozi anemice,
\nde care at\u00e2rn\u0103 ca ni\u0219te clopo\u021bei
\nfundi\u021be ro\u0219ii. Spr\u00e2ncenele sunt sub\u021biri
\nc\u00e2t s\u0103 deschid\u0103 privirea-
\nplant\u0103 carnivor\u0103 cu care observ\u0103 totul \u00een jur.
\nEle se unesc la r\u0103d\u0103cina nasului
\ncare miroase tot
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ultima clas\u0103 de liceu. \u00cen general,
\nfemeia la cincizeci de ani
\nare c\u00e2te un pantof p\u0103strat
\ndin doi \u00een doi ani
\n\u00eenva\u021b\u0103 repede s\u0103 mearg\u0103
\nmar\u0219arier
\npe drumul b\u0103t\u0103torit din trecut.<\/p>\n

3
\nFemeia la cincizeci de ani<\/strong><\/p>\n

a\u0219az\u0103 o p\u00e2nz\u0103 de p\u0103ianjen
\npe fa\u021b\u0103.
\nLocuie\u0219te \u00eentr-o cas\u0103
\n\u00een care mobila se macin\u0103.
\nOglinzile stau cumin\u021bi
\ncu fa\u021ba la perete-co\u0219covit \u0219i \u00eennegrit
\npe la col\u021buri. Fotoliul are forma
\ntrupului greoi,
\no trage de m\u00e2nec\u0103 trecutul. \u00cenapoi.
\nPe noptier\u0103 e un
\nfluture cap-de-mort,
\nr\u0103mas de cu sear\u0103
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 cea\u0219ca de ceai
\n\u0219i somniferul care-o ademene\u0219te:
\nintr\u0103 \u00een trecut ca-ntr-o poveste.
\nEa nu vede cea\u021ba de-afar\u0103.
\nPe ochi are aceea\u0219i p\u00e2cl\u0103;
\nP\u0103ianjenul \u021bese \u00eentruna.<\/p>\n

4
\nFemeia la cincizeci de ani<\/strong><\/p>\n

se-a\u0219az\u0103 la mas\u0103.
\n\u00cen jur, pe rafturi, sau agoniz\u00e2nd pe pere\u021bi
\nstau figurinele ei de cear\u0103. De Pa\u0219te \u0219i de Cr\u0103ciun
\naprinde c\u00e2te o lum\u00e2nare
\n\u0219i ele se scurg, se cutremur\u0103 ca un p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i-n farfuria ei
\nstalactite \u0219i stalagmite se-ncol\u0103cesc, se \u00eentrep\u0103trund
\nca \u0219erpii, ca p\u0103rul \u00eempletit
\nprins \u00eentr-un colac de salvare
\nde-asupra cre\u0219tetului
\nfumeg\u00e2nd
\nde g\u00e2nduri \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103dite \u00een cufere vechi,
\n\u00eenchise cu un z\u0103vor ruginit
\n\u00eei ies din n\u0103ri, din urechi, v\u00e2j\u00e2ie camera, casa,
\nlocul \u00een care st\u0103 demult, stingher\u0103,
\npustnic\u0103 mut\u0103 cu ochii priponi\u021bi \u00een cer.
\nPe limb\u0103 are cenu\u0219\u0103, m\u00e2ncarea e r\u00e2nced\u0103,
\nMai pune sare, pu\u021bin piper, \u00een furculi\u021ba din inox
\n\u00ee\u0219i vede chipul-un drum at\u00e2t de lung.
\nM\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 \u0219i din prezent
\n\u0219i din trecut
\n\u00cen camer\u0103 s-a f\u0103cut frig, lum\u00e2n\u0103rile s-au stins.
\nFemeia la cincizeci de ani
\nse-a\u0219az\u0103 cuminte
\npe-un pat de stalagmite
\n\u0219i-i picur\u0103 \u00een cre\u0219tet
\nc\u00e2teva stalactite.<\/p>\n


\nSilvian Apollo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tate Iona<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea carne \u2013 jum\u0103tatea piatr\u0103
\n\u00eennoda razele soarelui de copaci
\npe principiul nedestr\u0103b\u0103l\u0103rii.
\nO ac\u021biune ce prevenea
\nn\u0103p\u00e2rlirea tuturor a\u0219trilor.<\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea piatr\u0103 \u2013 jum\u0103tatea carne
\nse amesteca \u00een m\u00e2nc\u0103rurile mele
\n\u0219i-mi \u00eennoda la milimetru intestinele
\nca nu cumva s\u0103 \u00eemi pierd trupul
\n\u0219i astfel s\u0103-mi road\u0103 sufletul \u00een gol.<\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea \u2013 jum\u0103tatea
\nera at\u00e2t de obsedat\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t
\napuca un cap\u0103t din mu\u0219chiu-i striat
\n\u0219i un cap\u0103t din piatra-i descusut\u0103
\ncu bicepsul-forcepsul mai \u00eenainte
\n\u0219i-apuca… \u0219i-nnoda… \u0219i-nnoda…<\/p>\n

\u0219i-nclin s\u0103 cred c\u0103
\nmai \u00eennoad\u0103 \u0219i ast\u0103zi.<\/p>\n


\nIulia DRAGOMIR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

N\u0103scut\u0103 pe 4 decembrie 1976 la Ploie\u0219ti, absolvent\u0103 a Facult\u0103\u021bii de Litere \u0219i \u0218tiin\u021be, UPG, specializarea rom\u00e2n\u0103-englez\u0103; Membr\u0103 a cenaclului literar,, ,,Atitudini\u2019\u2019, al Casei de Cultur\u0103 I.L. Caragiale din Ploie\u0219ti, membr\u0103 a cenaclului literar online a revistei \u201eLiteratura de Azi\u2019\u2019, coordonat de Daniel Cristea Enache.
\nVolume: Tu, care \u0219tii c\u0103 te iubesc<\/strong>, Karta Graphic, 2015
\nCea mai frumoas\u0103 parte din mine<\/strong>, Atu, Sibiu,2018
\nLeac pentru pustiu<\/strong>, editura Eikon, Bucure\u0219ti, 2019
\nColec\u021bia-Poe\u021bi cu atitudini-Iulia Dragomir, edit. Tritonic, 2019<\/p>\n

Rug\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Aveam at\u00e2tea g\u00e2nduri despre noi
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t abia \u0219tiam ce s\u0103 fac cu ele,
\nprin orice chemare \u0219i dans de iele
\nmi-am c\u0103utat drumul spre tine, \u0219uvoi.
\nSe vedea \u00een priviri, fuior \u00een jurul sufletului,
\nse auzea \u00een suspinul nop\u021bii, \u00een r\u00e2sul alerg\u0103rii:
\nC\u00e2nd te v\u0103d, exist! C\u00e2nd te aud, se cutremur\u0103
\nzarea!
\nC\u00e2nd te ating, z\u00e2mbe\u0219te vremea cu aripi de
\nporumbel
\nla culesul viilor.
\nC\u00e2nd te simt, vuie\u0219te \u00een c\u00e2nt marea.
\nAm at\u00e2tea g\u00e2nduri despre noi
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t abia p\u0103\u0219esc
\ns\u0103 le pot adulmeca \u00een voie ad\u00e2ncul, conturul,
\ndirec\u021bia \u0219i \u00eentruparea.
\n\u00cen tine mi-e c\u0103utarea,
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 hr\u0103nesc cu ochii din str\u0103lucirile inimii
\nm\u0103iestre,
\nam at\u00e2tea g\u00e2nduri, ferestre! <\/p>\n


\nSemn\u0103tur\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u0219tiu cum se vor alinia \u0219inele amiezii,
\ncum vor aluneca \u00eenspre povestea a\u0219ternut\u0103
\nla picioarele cerului,
\ncum se vor rev\u0103rsa mi\u0219c\u0103rile vremii
\ns\u0103 \u00eentoarc\u0103 \u00een miez licuricii,
\ns\u0103 mi se a\u0219eze pe nas
\n\u0219i s\u0103 le privesc din geana orizontului
\ncu uimire \u0219i bucurie ca un copil ce \u021bip\u0103,
\nchicote\u0219te, ne\u0219tiind cum s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i exprime fericirea
\ndec\u00e2t cu \u021bop\u0103ieli p\u00e2n\u0103 la buza soarelui,
\nculeg\u00e2ndu-i razele \u0219i r\u0103sp\u00e2ndindu-le \u00een privirea
\nneclintit\u0103 de zumzet.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 una alta, s-au impregnant \u00een mine,
\nsemn\u0103tur\u0103 pe pielea sufletului,
\ncu litere, ore \u00eenaripate,
\nce \u00ee\u0219i dau m\u00e2inile la prinsul \u00een hora ce bat
\ntoaca,
\ndeprinde pa\u0219ii \u00een dansul tinere\u021bii f\u0103r\u0103 de
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be
\n\u0219i al vie\u021bii f\u0103r\u0103 de moarte.<\/p>\n


\nGabriela Mimi BOROIANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la data de 13 iunie 1967 \u00een localitatea Drobeta Turnu Severin, jude\u021bul Mehedin\u021bi. A debutat \u00een anul 2013 cu antologia \u201eCioburi de vise\u201d.
\nVolume: C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd iubirea<\/strong> \u2013 Editura Editgraph 2014; Balada iubirii <\/strong>\u2013 Editura StudIS 2015 Jurnalul unei muze<\/strong> \u2013 Editura StudIS 2016 \u2013 Efemeride<\/strong> \u2013 Editura StudIS 2017; Nostalgiile cuvintelor<\/strong> \u2013 Editura StudIs 2018.<\/p>\n

Umbr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne-nc\u0103p\u0103toare \u00eemi p\u0103rea, deodat\u0103,
\nAceast\u0103 lume abstract\u0103, de nevoi,
\nLa cus\u0103turi pleznea! Iubirea – iat\u0103 –
\nCum se umfla ca vinul \u00een butoi.<\/p>\n

\u015ei m-ame\u0163ea, cu damful ei ciudat,
\nAme\u0163itor, de suflet dat \u00een p\u00e2rg;
\nO gur\u0103 doar, din mustu-i am gustat
\n\u015ei-n ham de bun\u0103 voie-am tras cu s\u00e2rg!<\/p>\n

\u015ei pot s\u0103 jur c\u0103 \u00eemi f\u0103cea pl\u0103cere
\nC\u00e2nd ape m\u0103 treceau \u00een a\u015ftept\u0103ri,
\nM\u0103 risipeam furtun\u0103 prins\u0103-n vele
\n\u015ei m-adunam ca pa\u015fii pe c\u0103r\u0103ri…<\/p>\n

\u00cenghesuit mi se p\u0103rea \u015fi cerul
\n\u00cen lunecarea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 a unor ochi,
\nAlba\u015ftri \u015fi ad\u00e2nci precum misterul
\nCe-asupra mea rostise un deochi!<\/p>\n

Nici soarele nu mai avea lumin\u0103
\n\u00cei cheltuise aurul, pe tot
\nPentr-o cosi\u0163\u0103 blond\u0103. Doar pu\u0163in\u0103
\nP\u0103strase la-ntuneric antidot!<\/p>\n

Nop\u0163ile, \u00eens\u0103, pe bra\u021bul ei de cear\u0103
\n\u00cemi leg\u0103na oftatul timpuriu
\nO lun\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103 – sora mea de sear\u0103
\n\u015ei-a nebuniilor ce le tot scriu…<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103 respir \u00eemi trebuia parfumul,
\nSalc\u00e2mului b\u0103tr\u00e2n, furat de v\u00e2nt
\n\u015ei somnambul, de zi, c\u0103utam drumul
\nUnde pierdusem tot ce-aveam mai sf\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

Nici azi nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 m-am reg\u0103sit,
\nOri sunt doar umbra celui care-am fost,
\nDe iele parc\u0103 sunt afurisit
\nC\u0103ci f\u0103r\u0103 tine nu-mi g\u0103sesc un rost…<\/p>\n


\nDesc\u0103tu\u015fare<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemb\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0219te coaja ce m\u0103 \u021bine
\nInele-s tot mai multe \u015fi mai grele,
\nDar fiin\u0163a mea ascuns\u0103 \u00een suspine
\nSe scutur\u0103 senin\u0103, azi, de ele…<\/p>\n

\u015ei caut\u0103 ca mugurul lumina
\nDesc\u0103tu\u015f\u00e2nd, din el, esen\u021ba vie
\nC\u0103-i t\u00e2n\u0103r sufletul \u00eenchis \u00een tina
\nAcestui trup b\u0103tr\u00e2n legat de glie…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd se deschid din coaste spre-n\u0103l\u0163imi
\nMl\u0103di\u0163e de lumin\u0103 \u00eenverzite,
\n\u00cenmuguresc aripi de heruvimi
\n\u00cen visele pe ramuri r\u0103s\u0103rite.<\/p>\n

De m-o desprinde zborul de p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 r\u0103ni, dezam\u0103giri
\n\u00cemi voi rescrie via\u021ba prin cuv\u00e2nt
\nCopil\u0103rind r\u00e2z\u00e2nd \u00een amintiri!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Livia DIMULESCU Se f\u0103cuse t\u00e2rziu La \u00eenceput fusese un t\u00e2rziu pe orizontal\u0103. \u00cend\u0103r\u0103tnic, cerul adusese Un t\u00e2rziu pe vertical\u0103. La<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":13844,"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\/13917"}],"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=13917"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13917\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13921,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13917\/revisions\/13921"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13844"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}