{"id":14056,"date":"2021-03-18T11:32:09","date_gmt":"2021-03-18T08:32:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14056"},"modified":"2021-03-18T11:32:09","modified_gmt":"2021-03-18T08:32:09","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-60-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14056","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 60 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Tudor CICU<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103rturisiri de tain\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chilia preotului Elisei era a\u0219ezat\u0103 \u00eentr-o pant\u0103 de deal, la cap\u0103tul satului Radova, imediat \u00een vecin\u0103tatea unei p\u0103duri de carpeni cu scoar\u021ba cenu\u0219ie spre argintiu, cum avea s\u0103 constate Victor \u00een zilele urm\u0103toare, cu cimitirul aflat \u00een apropierea unei bisericu\u021be din lemn. Curtea chiliei \u021binea de la zidurile de piatr\u0103, ce delimitau satul de p\u0103dure printr-un drum de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, \u0219i se termina spre z\u0103voiul cu care \u00eencepea p\u0103durea. Ceva mai \u00een mijloc, chilia, \u00een fapt o cl\u0103dire scund\u0103 cu c\u00e2teva camere, buc\u0103t\u0103rie de var\u0103 \u0219i un mic \u0219opron care servea, pe timpul verii, de refugiu \u0219i teras\u0103, cu o mas\u0103 rotund\u0103 din lemn, \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de butuci de lemn, \u00een loc de scaune. \u00cen fa\u021ba chiliei trona un mic hele\u0219teu unde se adunau, prin dou\u0103 \u0219an\u021buri laterale, nu prea ad\u00e2nci, apa de ploaie, dar \u0219i cea rezultat\u0103 din topirea z\u0103pezilor de pe deal. \u00centre hele\u0219teu \u0219i curte, precum \u0219i de-a lungul aleii ce ducea spre drum, se vedeau \u00een\u0219ira\u021bi c\u00e2\u021biva scoru\u0219i \u00eenal\u021bi. Dup\u0103 drumul lung f\u0103cut cu c\u0103ru\u021ba, at\u00e2t Victor, c\u00e2t \u0219i Ema \u00ee\u0219i aduser\u0103 pu\u021binele lucruri \u00een cele dou\u0103 camere al\u0103turate, aranjate de \u021biganca Rada care, se pare, \u00een\u0219tiin\u021bat\u0103 de cineva din sat c\u0103 vor sosi, \u00eei a\u0219teptase la intrarea din fa\u021b\u0103 a chiliei. Dup\u0103 ce le ar\u0103t\u0103 camerele, \u021biganca se retr\u0103sese f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se arate prea vorb\u0103rea\u021b\u0103, spun\u00e2nd c\u0103 \u0219i-a l\u0103sat oalele pe foc \u00een c\u0103su\u021ba aflat\u0103 la intrarea dinspre drum, undeva \u00een dreapta por\u021bilor, unde \u0219i locuia, cl\u0103dire pe care Victor \u0219i Ema nu o z\u0103riser\u0103 la sosire.
\n Dup\u0103-amiaza patriarhal\u0103 \u00eei \u00eendemn\u0103, pe cei doi, la somn, mai ales c\u0103 hurduc\u0103turile drumului nu-i menajaser\u0103 deloc. Prima care se scul\u0103, dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva ore de odihn\u0103, \u0219i deschise fereastra dinspre hele\u0219teu a fost Ema. Ciuli urechile dincolo de antreul care \u00eei desp\u0103r\u021bea camera de cea \u00een care odihnea Victor, apoi \u00eenspre curte, dar nu auzi niciun zgomot. Era deja sear\u0103 \u0219i lumina lunii n\u0103v\u0103li \u00een camer\u0103. Scoase capul pe fereastr\u0103 \u0219i r\u0103coarea serii adus\u0103 odat\u0103 cu o rafal\u0103 de v\u00e2nt \u00eei ciufuli c\u00e2teva \u0219uvi\u021be de p\u0103r. St\u0103tu \u00een dreptul ferestrei admir\u00e2nd tufele de sub pervaz, \u00eenc\u0103rcate de rou\u0103. P\u0103rea c\u0103 totul \u00een jur \u00eempietrise \u00een t\u0103cere. Privirile \u00eei alunecaser\u0103 de-a lungul aleii, spre poart\u0103, unde o z\u0103ri pe \u021biganca Rada venind spre chilie cu o tav\u0103 de lemn, acoperit\u0103 cu ni\u0219te \u0219tergare. Ema \u00een\u021belese c\u0103 \u021biganca aducea c\u00e2te ceva de-ale gurii. P\u0103r\u0103si camera \u0219i \u00eei ie\u0219i \u00eenainte. Trec\u00e2nd pe dinaintea camerei lui Victor realiz\u0103, dup\u0103 tusea acestuia, c\u0103 se trezise, dar se temea s\u0103 se mi\u0219te prin camer\u0103 ca s\u0103 nu-\u0219i tr\u0103deze prezen\u021ba.
\n \u2013 Domni\u0219oar\u0103 drag\u0103, auzi Ema vocea \u021big\u0103ncii, v-am urm\u0103rit din c\u0103su\u021ba de la poart\u0103 \u0219i cum am v\u0103zut fereastra mi-am zis: Rada, Rada, hai repede cu m\u00e2ncarea, c\u0103 le-o fi foame boierilor…
\n Ema r\u0103spunse cu un z\u00e2mbet \u0219i se lu\u0103 dup\u0103 \u021biganc\u0103. Aceasta \u00eempinse cu piciorul u\u0219a unei \u00eenc\u0103peri \u0219i, pe \u00eentuneric, a\u0219ez\u0103 tava pe o mas\u0103 abia vizibil\u0103, dup\u0103 care potrivi fitilul unei l\u0103mpi cu gaz, trase pe catranul cutiei un b\u0103\u021b de chibrit, iar c\u00e2nd aprinse fitilul, flac\u0103ra sf\u00e2r\u00e2i \u0219i \u00eencet-\u00eencet camera se lumin\u0103 toat\u0103. Ema surprinse o camer\u0103 de oaspe\u021bi cu pere\u021bii c\u0103ptu\u0219i\u021bi \u00een lemn \u0219i trofee de v\u00e2n\u0103toare ag\u0103\u021bate prin col\u021buri. Pe pere\u021bi, c\u00e2teva scoar\u021be \u021b\u0103r\u0103ne\u0219ti \u0219i ni\u0219te rogojini de papur\u0103, iar c\u00e2teva carpete \u0219i ni\u0219te bl\u0103ni de vulpe at\u00e2rnau ag\u0103\u021bate \u00een dreptul ferestrelor. Un bufet de stejar masiv trona \u00een st\u00e2nga acestora.
\n Victor se ivise \u0219i el \u00een dreptul u\u0219ii. Auzise zgomote \u0219i voci guturale \u00een apropiere. Ema se repezi \u0219i \u00eel lu\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103, duc\u00e2ndu-l p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een dreptul ferestrei.
\n \u2013 Prive\u0219te, Victor, ce splendoare de lun\u0103 pe cer! Dac\u0103 \u0219tiam c\u0103 te-ai trezit mai demult, poate f\u0103ceam o plimbare pe afar\u0103. Nu-i a\u0219a c\u0103 e minunat?
\n \u021aiganca Rada tu\u0219i de c\u00e2teva ori, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd astfel s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 sim\u021bit\u0103 prezen\u021ba:
\n \u2013 V-am adus de-ale gurii. Poate m\u00e2nca\u021bi c\u00e2te ceva, mai \u00eent\u00e2i, zise Rada \u0219i se retrase \u00eenspre u\u0219\u0103. Pe mine v\u0103 rog s\u0103 m\u0103 scuza\u021bi, boierule, dar dac\u0103 mai e nevoie de ceva, striga\u021bi la \u021biganca Rada \u0219i s-a f\u0103cut.
\n Ema \u00eei arunc\u0103 o privire lui Victor, dar sim\u021bi c\u0103 \u00een sufletul lui se st\u00e2rnise un roi \u00eencurcat de g\u00e2nduri, dar neput\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u0219i le l\u0103mureasc\u0103, t\u0103cea. \u021aiganca Rada a\u0219tepta de la boier o porunc\u0103, pesemne, a\u0219a cum fusese \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat\u0103 \u00een prezen\u021ba st\u0103p\u00e2nului ei.
\n \u2013 Rada, \u00een casa asta nu mai locuie\u0219te nimeni? o \u00eentreb\u0103 el dup\u0103 ceva timp.
\n \u2013 Vai de mine, boierule? Cum a\u0219a? Nu v-a spus p\u0103rintele?
\n \u2013 Nu ne-a spus.
\n \u2013 P\u0103i, el vine dou\u0103 zile \u00een timpul s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nii, \u021bine slujba la biserica de lemn, din sat \u0219i doarme o noapte aici. Camera lui e cea din spate. Cu ferestrele spre p\u0103dure, boierule. N-au plecat de mult\u0103 vreme la Oradea, ci cam de c\u00e2nd s-a apropiat r\u0103zboiul pe la noi. \u0218i el, \u0219i coana preoteas\u0103 sunt pleca\u021bi \u00eempreun\u0103. Ea e buc\u0103t\u0103reas\u0103 acolo, la spital. Nu \u0219tia\u021bi?
\n \u2013 Nu \u0219tiam, Rada. Deci, a\u0219a?
\n \u2013 A\u0219a, a\u0219a, boierule! Da’ se \u00eentorc c\u00e2nd s-o termina totul. A\u0219a au zis. \u0218i dup\u0103 ce \u00ee\u0219i b\u0103tu palmele de fusta \u00eenfoiat\u0103: dac\u0103 nu mai dori\u021bi nimic, eu am plecat boierule. \u0218i dac\u0103 e nevoie…
\n \u2013 Nu e nevoie. Oricum, noi \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumim dinainte. Mergi la dumneata, aici ne descurc\u0103m singuri, gl\u0103sui Ema \u00een locul lui Victor.
\n \u021aiganca se \u00eenclin\u0103 \u0219i p\u0103r\u0103si chilia. Se auzea pe alee boc\u0103nitul papucilor ei de lemn.
\n Se a\u0219ezaser\u0103 \u00een jurul mesei \u0219i \u00eencepur\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce din bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bile preg\u0103tite de Rada. Victor tot \u00eent\u00e2rzia cu furculi\u021ba \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. G\u00e2ndul s\u0103u zburase departe.
\n \u2013 Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat, dragul meu? La ce tot te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti? Credeam c\u0103 ai l\u0103sat necazurile \u00een urm\u0103. Ori te fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 ceva? insist\u0103 Ema.
\n \u2013 Te rog s\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u021bi. Mi-e team\u0103 s\u0103 nu fie doar un vis, Ema. M\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam dac\u0103 nu ar fi existat \u0219i alt\u0103 cale, dec\u00e2t cea pe care mi-ai prezentat-o \u00een c\u0103ru\u021b\u0103… La urma urmei, adev\u0103rul e c\u0103 nici nu avem de ales. Oricum ai \u00eentoarce-o, destinele noastre sunt, incontestabil, \u00een m\u00e2na providen\u021bei, \u00eens\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eencredin\u021bez \u021bie. Nu \u00een zadar \u021bi-ai pus inima \u00een palmele Lui \u0219i stai tu la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2iul vie\u021bii mele. Ce vrei s\u0103 mai spun? C\u0103 sufletul meu nu s-a tot \u00eentrebat \u00een ultima vreme dac\u0103 aceasta e tortura cu care am plecat la drum, ca \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd am promis s\u0103 duc povara iubirii eroinei din cartea neterminat\u0103? Atunci, merit\u0103 tortura ce \u021bi-am adus-o \u0219i \u021bie. Merit\u0103 ca eu s\u0103 fiu izvorul ei?
\n \u2013 Victor, dragul meu, \u00een\u021beleg totul at\u00e2t de bine. Dar tu e\u0219ti puterea \u0219i refugiul meu. Crede-m\u0103, nu te \u00eenvinui \u2013 sunt fericit\u0103! Acum s\u0103 m\u00e2nc\u0103m \u0219i mai t\u00e2rziu o s\u0103 ne spunem \u0219i ce mai avem pe suflet.
\n C\u00e2nd se \u00eentoarse \u00een camera lui, Victor \u00ee\u0219i sim\u021bi sufletul m\u00e2hnit pentru c\u0103 \u00eei ar\u0103tase Emei acea ne\u00eencredere \u00een voin\u021ba sa, \u0219ov\u0103iala de a lupta cot la cot cu ea, c\u00e2t \u0219i pr\u0103bu\u0219irea credin\u021bei sale \u00een ni\u0219te zori mai senine. Tocmai c\u00e2nd \u00eentinse m\u00e2na spre a \u00eenv\u00e2rti roti\u021ba l\u0103mpii ca s\u0103 fac\u0103 lumina mai mic\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 spre stingere, se trezi cu Ema \u00een \u00eenc\u0103pere. O vedea cum \u00eenainteaz\u0103 spre patul s\u0103u, iar c\u00e2nd voise s\u0103-i spun\u0103 ceva, ea \u00eei acoperi gura cu buzele \u0219i se v\u00e2r\u00ee sub cear\u015faf.
\n \u2013 Parc\u0103 ai vrea s\u0103 fugi de mine… \u00eei \u0219opti Ema dup\u0103 ce se desprinse de buzele lui. \u00cen\u021belege, dragul meu, c\u0103 Ema de l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine este diferit\u0103 de cea care tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een mintea care a z\u0103mislit-o pentru a fi doar o eroin\u0103 de carte.
\n Victor a privit-o din nou, \u00eencurcat. Avea ochii \u00eeng\u00e2ndura\u021bi \u0219i se trudea zadarnic s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva. I-a luat repede m\u00e2na \u0219i i-a s\u0103rutat-o. Apoi, \u00een ne\u0219tire, i-a cuprins capul cu m\u00e2inile \u0219i i-a s\u0103rutat buzele. A mai sim\u021bit cum ea se pierde, cald\u0103, \u00een bra\u021bele sale…
\n Diminea\u021ba, c\u00e2nd s-a trezit, Ema era goal\u0103, pe jum\u0103tate \u00eenvelit\u0103 cu cearceaful, \u0219i, dup\u0103 cum sur\u00e2dea prin somn, Victor era sigur c\u0103 ea visa. Tres\u0103ri. Ema era mult schimbat\u0103. Era o alt\u0103 Ema, fa\u021b\u0103 de acum c\u00e2teva zile. \u0218i el sim\u021bea c\u0103 se schimbase \u00eentre timp. C\u0103 v\u0103p\u0103ile pasiunilor pe care le credea stinse, se reaprinseser\u0103 a\u0219a deodat\u0103. Ardea el pentru un nou \u00eenceput? Se ridic\u0103 de pe pat, stinse de tot lampa de pe mas\u0103 \u0219i se a\u0219ez\u0103 pe un scaun \u00een fa\u021ba Emei, privind-o. Sim\u021bi, mai mult ca niciodat\u0103, o dorin\u021b\u0103 nebun\u0103, obsesiv\u0103, de a o ridica \u00een bra\u021be, s-o str\u00e2ng\u0103 la piept \u0219i s\u0103-i vorbeasc\u0103 despre planurile lui. Privi la s\u00e2nii ei frumo\u0219i, modela\u021bi ca dup\u0103 o gutuie \u0219i, b\u00e2jb\u00e2ind, apuc\u0103 un s\u00e2n \u0219i \u00eel s\u0103rut\u0103. Ema deschise ochii. \u00cencerc\u0103 s\u0103-l \u00eemping\u0103 de la pieptul ei, dar, oh, Doamne, bra\u021bele \u00eel \u00eenconjurar\u0103 de dup\u0103 g\u00e2t \u0219i-l trase peste ea. Victor era at\u00e2t de agitat, morm\u0103ia, se zb\u0103tea ca s\u0103 ob\u021bin\u0103 ce dorea \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 o str\u00e2nse mai aproape, epuizat. O privi \u00een ochi \u0219i o s\u0103rut\u0103 bl\u00e2nd. Apoi, Ema se aplec\u0103 peste el \u0219i-l m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie pe piept. Noaptea care tocmai trecuse fusese decisiv\u0103. \u201eF\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103, g\u00e2ndea Ema, dac\u0103 el este cel mai \u00eendr\u0103gostit dintre ei doi, iar ea dac\u0103 nu-i va ar\u0103ta c\u0103 nici dragostea ei nu e una pasager\u0103, nu se va \u00eentoarce el la acelea\u0219i sentimente pe care le avusese la plecarea din spital \u0219i se va ar\u0103ta foarte trist?\u201d Sim\u021bi nevoia s\u0103 \u00eel aduc\u0103 la realitate \u0219i s\u0103-i povesteasc\u0103 visul de peste noapte. El o ascult\u0103 cu aten\u021bie. \u00cen\u021belese doar c\u0103 \u00een visul ei se f\u0103cea c\u0103 se plimba prin p\u0103durea de peste deal \u0219i o ar\u0103tare, ca un balaur, i s-a proptit dinainte \u0219i a amenin\u021bat-o c\u0103 nu poate trece mai departe. \u0218i ea voia s\u0103 ajung\u0103 \u00een z\u0103voiul de unde auzea chemarea lui, dar nu-l putea z\u0103ri. Credea, ba nu, era sigur\u0103 c\u0103 o strigase s\u0103 vin\u0103 la el. Dar cum de se r\u0103t\u0103cise? C\u0103 doar cu c\u00e2teva clipe mai \u00eenainte, erau \u00eempreun\u0103, se \u021bineau de m\u00e2n\u0103. Dar, \u00een acela\u0219i timp realiza c\u0103 nici nu se poate strecura printre bra\u021bele de foc ale balaurului. A privit pe deasupra mestecenilor, norii, p\u0103s\u0103rile de pe bolta cerului \u0219i ar fi vrut s\u0103-i strige ca el s\u0103 imite zborul p\u0103s\u0103rilor \u0219i s\u0103 ajung\u0103 prin v\u0103zduh la ea, dar, foarte ciudat, nu putea scoate m\u0103car un cuv\u00e2nt. Nu mai avea glas \u0219i un fior rece i se strecurase pe sub c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103… A g\u0103sit un trunchi dobor\u00e2t la p\u0103m\u00e2nt, pesemne de tr\u0103snete, \u0219i s-a a\u0219ezat pe el. E convins\u0103 c\u0103 \u00een jur erau mul\u021bi greieri, ori ni\u0219te l\u0103custe care-\u0219i frecau elitrele, f\u0103c\u00e2nd un zgomot infernal. \u0218i crede c\u0103 a clipit repede, de c\u00e2teva ori, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 se trezeasc\u0103. C\u00e2nd a privit \u00een sus, cerul p\u0103lise, dar stelele \u00eenc\u0103 nu se z\u0103reau. Dar a v\u0103zut o lumin\u0103 care fulger\u0103 \u00een spatele ei \u0219i a auzit trosnetul unui foc de pu\u0219c\u0103. Nu mai \u021binea minte ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat dup\u0103 aceea. \u00cencepuse, din senin, ploaia, iar ea nu \u0219tiu cum s\u0103-\u0219i explice mai bine toate lucrurile acestea, o obseda mai ales am\u0103nuntul la care intens se g\u00e2ndise: dac\u0103 via\u021ba ei ar fi decurs altfel? \u201eO, ce simplu va fi m\u00e2ine…\u201d se l\u0103s\u0103 ea furat\u0103 de un vis. Apoi, s-a trezit c\u00e2nd el \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia, cu buzele, s\u00e2nul.
\n \u2013 C\u00e2nd eram mic\u0103, mama \u00eemi spunea c\u0103 dac\u0103 voi visa balauri, ca cei din pove\u0219ti \u0219i care te fug\u0103resc din drum, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 voi avea la \u00eenceput o dragoste mare ce \u00eemi va aduce numai suferin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i lacrimi. Apoi, t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd voi fi crezut c\u0103 a trecut totul, voi \u00eent\u00e2lni o dragoste \u0219i mai mare. Atunci voi fi fericit\u0103, foarte fericit\u0103…
\n Victor n-o mai l\u0103s\u0103 s\u0103 continue. \u00cei ascunse capul la piept \u0219i \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie buclele, iar Ema \u00eei str\u00e2ngea \u00een ne\u0219tire umerii, bra\u021bele…
\n \u2013 Victor, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 la\u0219i singur\u0103…
\n El \u00eei cuprinse buzele cu gura \u0219i nu o mai l\u0103s\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 niciun cuv\u00e2nt:
\n \u2013 Eu nu sunt supersti\u021bios, o lini\u0219ti Victor \u0219i \u00eei s\u0103rut\u0103 m\u00e2na.
\n \u2013 Victor, \u00eel \u00eentreb\u0103 ea deodat\u0103, tu nu ai vrea s\u0103 ai un copil?
\n \u2013 ?!
\n \u2013 Nu e vorba de altceva, e bine s\u0103 \u0219tii, dar ar fi at\u00e2t de frumos s\u0103 am un copila\u0219 cu tine. Ori \u021bi-e team\u0103 tocmai de acest lucru \u0219i n-ai vrea s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple?
\n Victor \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103, dar se temu tocmai de acel lucru care \u00eei trecuse prin g\u00e2nd: \u201eCe alt\u0103 femeie ar avea curaj s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 despre p\u00e2ntecele ei, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 rodeasc\u0103 la primul amor, dac\u0103 nu Ema?\u201d
\n \u2013 Dimpotriv\u0103, spuse ro\u0219ind ca un adolescent, mi-e team\u0103 c\u0103 visul acela te-a \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat \u00eentr-at\u00e2ta \u00eenc\u00e2t crezi c\u0103 nu mai avem timp \u0219i se termin\u0103 iubirea noastr\u0103. Ori vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 nec\u0103je\u0219ti, ori azi e\u0219ti plin\u0103 de mistere. \u0218i uite c\u00e2t\u0103 lumin\u0103 e afar\u0103… Poate \u021biganca Rada a \u0219i dat c\u00e2teva ture pe sub ferestre. Hai Ema, cred c\u0103 e timpul s\u0103 ne adun\u0103m g\u00e2ndurile la o plimbare prin \u00eemprejurimi \u0219i s\u0103 ne cunoa\u0219tem vecin\u0103t\u0103\u021bile. Tu s\u0103-mi poveste\u0219ti din via\u021ba ta, despre trecutul t\u0103u \u0219i eu doar s\u0103 ascult. N\u0103d\u0103jduia c\u0103, cel pu\u021bin de data aceasta, \u00eei va m\u0103rturisi c\u00e2te ceva.
\n Spun\u00e2nd toate astea, Victor o sim\u021bi cum se zbate cu taina ei, cum ea realiz\u0103 c\u0103 o ispitea s\u0103 fac\u0103 o dest\u0103inuire ca el s\u0103 o poat\u0103 pune \u00een cartea lui, pe seama celeilalte. Se auzi mustr\u00e2ndu-l:
\n \u2013 Aha! Deci vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 tragi de limb\u0103 numai ca s\u0103-\u021bi termini cartea? Nu, dragul meu! Toate acestea sunt lucruri moarte pentru mine. Gata! Am \u0219ters totul din memorie. Nu mai exist\u0103 trecut, nu mai exist\u0103 amintiri dureroase. Deveni provocatoare: \u0218i tu unde ai fost, de n-ai l\u0103sat niciun fel de urm\u0103?
\n \u2013 Iart\u0103-m\u0103! i-a spus, \u015fi \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103. Se ridic\u0103 \u0219i deschise larg fereastra. R\u0103coarea de afar\u0103 \u00eel \u00eenvior\u0103. Era timpul s\u0103 o lase pe Ema singur\u0103, s\u0103 aib\u0103 timp s\u0103 se preg\u0103teasc\u0103 de o plimbare prin \u00eemprejurimi.
\n R\u0103mas\u0103 singur\u0103 \u00een camer\u0103, Ema \u00eencepu s\u0103 se aranjeze \u00een oglind\u0103, \u0163uguind buzele umflate de at\u00e2tea s\u0103rut\u0103ri. Tot mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se la st\u00e2nga \u0219i la dreapta, \u00ee\u0219i descoperi pe ceaf\u0103, a c\u0103rei piele era trandafirie \u00eentotdeauna sub leg\u0103tura cosi\u021bei, ni\u0219te v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103i diafane care p\u0103straser\u0103 urmele buzelor lui Victor. C\u00e2nd se re\u00eent\u00e2lni cu acesta, era nemaipomenit de vesel\u0103 \u0219i sim\u021bea nevoia s\u0103 \u00eeng\u00e2ne acela\u0219i c\u00e2ntec amintit doar \u00een momentele de veselie extrem\u0103. \u00cel g\u0103si pe Victor a\u0219tept\u00e2nd pe o banc\u0103 aflat\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 hele\u0219teu, arunc\u00e2nd cu pietricele culese de pe jos \u00een p\u00e2nza apei \u0219i amuz\u00e2ndu-se c\u00e2nd luciul ei se transforma \u00een cercuri concentrice. \u0218i \u00een tot timpul jocului se g\u00e2ndea c\u0103 orice iubire are nevoie de un loc retras, un fel de refugiu, iar ei aveau acum un ad\u0103post numai al lor. Din mansarda c\u0103su\u021bei, aflat\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 por\u021bile de la drum, doar \u021biganca Rada i-a urm\u0103rit o vreme cum se pierdeau \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een desi\u0219ul p\u0103durii care \u00eencepea odat\u0103 cu panta din deal. A\u0219a au r\u0103t\u0103cit c\u00e2teva zile la r\u00e2nd, pierdu\u021bi printre amintiri, f\u0103urindu-\u0219i vise, ori lu\u00e2ndu-se \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i privind cerul.
\n (fragment din romanul \u00een lucru \u201eEnigmatica Ema\u201d)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nNicolai T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong><\/p>\n

dincolo de t\u0103cere<\/strong><\/p>\n

cuvintele au fost \u00eentotdeauna
\ncu un pas \u00eenaintea mea<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd cu un pas mai mare
\nc\u00e2nd cu un pas mai mic<\/p>\n

oricum, datorit\u0103 distan\u021bei
\ncu greu am reu\u0219it s\u0103 le pronun\u021b \u2013 <\/p>\n

pe c\u00e2t\u0103 vreme ele
\n\u00eentr-un joc copil\u0103resc
\n\t\t\u00eemi f\u0103ceau \u00een ciud\u0103
\n\u0219i m\u0103 rosteau cu dezinvoltur\u0103<\/p>\n

neuit\u00e2nd s\u0103 spun\u0103
\nprivirilor buimace
\nde unde vin
\n\tcu ce urma s\u0103 m\u0103 ocup
\n\u0219i cu ce scop <\/p>\n

(durata prezent\u0103rii
\nn-au precizat-o niciodat\u0103
\n\tpentru c\u0103 nu le interesa
\nsau, poate
\n\tse credeau ve\u0219nice!) <\/p>\n


\nalt anotimp<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026aveam de f\u0103cut o c\u0103l\u0103torie
\ndespre care nu \u0219tiam
\n\tdac\u0103 m\u0103 duceam \u00eentr-un anotimp
\nsau, pur \u0219i simplu,
\n\tm\u0103 \u00eentorceam din acel anotimp\u2026<\/p>\n

m-a salvat o revela\u021bie:
\n\tfluturi albi zburau
\n\t\tla-ntrecere cu
\n\tfulgi de nea
\n\t\talandala
\npe arena frun\u021bii mele<\/p>\n


\nNina Elena Plopeanu<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Focul lui Dumitru<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00censerarea \u00eembr\u0103case \u00een mantia-i neagr\u0103 Dealul lui Sumedru. Muntele din frunze uscate cu v\u00e2rful din snopi de coceni cu bra\u021be din h\u00e2rtie creponat\u0103 fusese aprins. Ardea cu trosnituri de bici printre \u021bipetele de biruin\u021b\u0103 ale copiilor \u0219i tinerilor din sat, care trudiser\u0103 \u00eentreaga zi la str\u00e2nsul aurului c\u0103zut din corola copacilor r\u0103ma\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 ve\u0219minte \u00een b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bea toamnei. Cu obrajii \u00eembujora\u021bi, peste care sudoarea desena c\u0103r\u0103ri negre, b\u0103ie\u021bii \u0219i fetele strigau c\u00e2t \u00eei \u021bineau gurile:
\n\u2014 Focul lu\u2019 Sumedru, focul lu\u2019 Sumedru, focul lu\u2019 Sumedru.
\n\tDe pe \u00een\u0103l\u021bimile din satele vecine, de unde se z\u0103reau ridic\u00e2ndu-se spre cer dansuri s\u00e2ngerii, r\u0103sunau acelea\u0219i cuvinte repetate ca un ecou. Avertizau anotimpul care nu-\u0219i f\u0103cuse valiza c\u0103 se apropia vremea desp\u0103r\u021birii. V\u00e2ntul, trezit din somnul iepuresc, \u00ee\u0219i umfla f\u0103lcile \u0219i leg\u0103na cele c\u00e2teva frunze brune ce se jucau de-a v-a\u021bi ascunselea printre ghearele ascu\u021bite ale arborilor tri\u0219ti.
\n\tPe c\u0103rarea b\u0103t\u0103torit\u0103 de copitele animalelor \u0219i de galo\u0219ii celor ce le aveau \u00een grij\u0103 \u0219erpuiau c\u0103tre rugul aprins, printre fagii drep\u021bi \u0219i carpenii \u00eentortochea\u021bi, femeile satului. \u00cenaintau \u00een \u0219ir indian ca ni\u0219te venere antice cu panere pe cap sau pe umeri din care se r\u0103sp\u00e2ndeau miresme de fructe p\u00e2rguite \u0219i covrigi calzi.
\n\tOchii mei de copil priveau cu l\u0103comie spectacolul autumnal. \u0218tiam c\u0103 nu-l voi uita niciodat\u0103. Cei ce purtau numele sf\u00e2ntului, ce-\u0219i f\u0103cea intrarea triumfal\u0103 pe cai de foc, se bucurau de dou\u0103 ori, iar fratele meu Mitru\u021b de trei ori; la focul lui Sumedru venise \u0219i Anisia. N-o mai v\u0103zuse de mai bine de o lun\u0103. Se mutase cu p\u0103rin\u021bii la ora\u0219. O privea \u0219i nu \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103-i spun\u0103 bun venit, de\u0219i, p\u00e2n\u0103 mai ieri, p\u0103scuser\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 vitele la M\u0103rul Ro\u0219u. El nu se \u00eenscrisese la liceu. R\u0103m\u0103sese la \u0219coala profesional\u0103 din sat.
\n\u2014 Focul lu\u2019 Sumedru, focul lu\u2019 Sumedru, focul lu\u2019 Sumedru au r\u0103sunat cu \u0219i mai mult\u0103 putere vocile \u00eenveselite la vederea bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bilor pe care aveau s\u0103 le primeasc\u0103.
\n\u2014 Lua\u021bi, copii \u0219i m\u00e2nca\u021bi. S\u0103 v\u0103 fie r\u0103spl\u0103tit\u0103 truda \u0219i veselia. L-a\u021bi \u00eent\u00e2mpinat cum se cuvine pe Sf\u00e2ntul Dumitru. S\u0103 se bucure \u0219i s\u0103 se \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103 la focul nostru \u015fi cei ce nu mai sunt printre noi. Ia \u0219i tu, Anisia, fata m\u0103tu\u0219ii, un m\u0103r ro\u0219u ca focul \u015fi o par\u0103 galben\u0103 ca p\u0103rul t\u0103u.
\n\tAnisia privea cu insisten\u0163\u0103 spre v\u00e2rful albastru al fl\u0103c\u0103rilor. A\u015ftepta cavalerul bl\u00e2nd \u015fi pl\u0103cut la chip ce-i tulbura visele \u00een nop\u0163ile din ajunul s\u0103rb\u0103torii. C\u00e2nd nechezatul calului roib r\u0103sun\u0103 pe deasupra copacilor din apropiere, fata sim\u0163i, din plin, \u00een piept \u00eempuns\u0103tura suli\u0163ei pe care t\u00e2n\u0103rul soldat o purta \u00een m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103. Mireasma florilor de dumitri\u0163e, ce se r\u0103sp\u00e2ndea de pe c\u0103ma\u015fa portocalie \u015fi de pe mantia verde ce fluturau printre limbile de foc, o ame\u0163i, iar razele ce \u00eenconjurau capul c\u0103peteniei militare o f\u0103cur\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi acopere ochii cu m\u00e2inile.
\n\u2014 Focul lu\u2019 Sumedru, focul lu\u2019 Sumedru, focul lu\u2019 Sumedru, strigau copiii, care mai de care. Dup\u0103 ce le trecuse oboseala, aveau chef de zbenguial\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepur\u0103 s\u0103 se ia la tr\u00e2nt\u0103 cu fl\u0103c\u0103rile. Unii mai \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021bi, \u00ee\u0219i luau av\u00e2nt \u0219i s\u0103reau peste partea focului care se mai domolise. Al\u021bii \u00eei luau pe cei mici \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i \u00eei amenin\u021bau c\u0103 \u00eei arunc\u0103 \u00een mijlocul jarului sub care se cocea un bostan, t\u0103iat \u00een jum\u0103t\u0103\u0163i, p\u0103strat de tata special pentru aceast\u0103 ocazie. C\u00e2nd a \u00eenceput s\u0103 miroas\u0103 a pl\u0103cint\u0103 de dovleac, l-am ajutat pe Mitru\u021b s\u0103-l scoat\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103-l \u00eempart\u0103 celor din jur bucat\u0103 cu bucat\u0103.
\n\u2014 Uite, Anisia, \u021bi-am p\u0103strat cea mai rumen\u0103 parte. Vrei s\u0103 gu\u0219ti? E la fel de dulce ca \u0219i \u00een anii trecu\u021bi.
\n\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, Mitru\u021b. \u0218tiu c\u00e2t este de bun. Nu i-am uitat gustul. Nici pe tine nu te-am uitat. Mi-a fost dor s\u0103 te rev\u0103d, a ad\u0103ugat fata, m\u00e2ng\u00e2indu-i pielea b\u0103t\u0103torit\u0103 a palmei \u015fi f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-i semn cu coada ochiului spre bradul care \u00eei chema, dornic s\u0103 le asculte pove\u0219tile.
\n Un nechezat furios a cobor\u00e2t din \u00eenalt.
\n\u2014Ai auzit tropotul calului? Ai v\u0103zut c\u0103l\u0103re\u0163ul ce ne d\u0103 t\u00e2rcoale printre nori? l-a \u00eentrebat fata pe fratele meu cu glas \u015foptit. Prive\u0219te! Cavalerul \u00eenconjurat de fl\u0103c\u0103ri albastre vine c\u0103tre noi, a ad\u0103ugat Anisia cu team\u0103, \u00een timp ce, o stea r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 s-a desprins de pe bolta mirat\u0103 aprinz\u00e2nd e\u0219arfa de la g\u00e2tul fetei. Mitru\u021b a \u00eencercat s\u0103 sting\u0103 rugul ce-i cuprinsese pletele r\u0103sfirate, dar, una c\u00e2te una, petalele de floarea soarelui s-au transformat \u00een scrum. Mitru\u021b a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at capul de regin\u0103 al Anisiei \u0219i l-a apropiat de para focului din pieptul s\u0103u. Cele dou\u0103 tor\u021be vii s-au \u00eengem\u0103nat, t\u00e2mpl\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 t\u00e2mpl\u0103, iar flac\u0103ra lor a cuprins bradul, care a ars, ne\u00eentrerupt, trei zile \u0219i trei nop\u021bi, r\u0103sp\u00e2ndind \u00een jur mireasm\u0103 de t\u0103m\u00e2ie.
\n\u00cen jurul focului, copiii se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau \u00een cerc. M-am prins, pentru ultima oar\u0103, \u00een jocul lor \u015fi \u00eempreun\u0103 am intonat refrenul r\u0103s\u0103ritului \u0219i al apusului.
\n\u2014\tFocul lui Sumedru, focul lui Sumed…, focul lui Sume\u2026<\/p>\n


\nMagdalena H\u0102R\u0102BOR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

POEME<\/strong><\/p>\n

***
\nIubire mai stai
\n\u00een defilarea ta de m\u0103tase
\no clip\u0103
\ns\u0103 pun fund\u0103 zorilor
\nzori de fiin\u0163\u0103
\npa\u015fi de colind<\/p>\n

mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 ca oric\u00e2nd
\nparfum de tuberoze
\ndai pinteni cailor verzi
\ncos\u00e2nzean\u0103
\njum\u0103tate pas\u0103re, jum\u0103tate lun\u0103
\ntrecere, durere prin carne,
\ndureroas\u0103 trecere prin
\nfierbintele s\u00e2nge
\njum\u0103tate alb\u0103, jum\u0103tate speran\u0163\u0103
\ns\u0103-mi fii aur\u0103-n noapte
\nliman \u00een furtun\u0103
\nnu m\u0103 apune suflet-pereche
\nmai stai o p\u0103rere
\nmai stai o minune!<\/p>\n

***
\nPrintr-o perdea dens\u0103 lumea se uit\u0103 la mine<\/strong>
\nse mir\u0103
\n\u00een fraze \u00eempotmolite, nu pot \u00eenainta
\nb\u00e2jb\u00e2ind \u00een noapte
\ncaut inefabilul
\namintiri
\nAt\u00e2t de rar ne este dat\u0103 starea
\nR\u0103m\u00e2ne deschis\u0103 \u00een noi fereastra
\ncum suntem azi
\nnu am fost ieri
\nmarea \u015fi cerul senin
\nalbastrul ne respir\u0103 timpul r\u0103mas<\/p>\n

sim\u0163im altfel, urc\u0103m treptat \u00een starea de m\u00e2ine
\nad\u0103postim \u00een noi
\nmuguri de miei. <\/p>\n

***
\n\u00cencotro m-am \u00eemb\u0103tat de soare
\nZ\u00e2mbet ne\u00eenserat
\nO balad\u0103 a secundei
\n\u00cen pliurile timpului
\nPe portativul \u00een\u0103l\u0163imii
\nNu mai simt \u00een\u0163ep\u0103turile cuvintelor
\nDureri pulverizate
\nPe octava de polen
\nFostele iubiri \u00ee\u015fi ling r\u0103nile.<\/p>\n


\nUN LOC AL MEU<\/strong><\/p>\n

am g\u0103sit un loc
\nunde noaptea e zi
\n\u00eentunericul
\nnu \u015ftiu
\ncum se face lumin\u0103
\nnu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 \u00eel tr\u0103iesc sau
\ndoar \u00eel inventez
\ncu luna mai \u00eel \u00eenfloresc
\nacolo nu se \u015ftie de ce lumea vine \u015fi pleac\u0103
\nce caut\u0103 \u015fi ce g\u0103se\u015fte
\nacolo
\ndorin\u0163ele se transform\u0103-n juc\u0103rii
\njum\u0103tate plu\u015f , jum\u0103tate baloane de s\u0103pun
\nam g\u0103sit \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit un loc cu vat\u0103 de zah\u0103r
\nf\u0103r\u0103 seri morcovite
\nunde cenu\u015fa se preschimb\u0103-n rou\u0103
\ngarduri vopsite-n roz de copii
\nculori \u015fi sunete, prinz\u00e2ndu-se
\n\u00een carusel
\npete de sfial\u0103
\ncerneal\u0103
\n peste
\ninsula mea.<\/p>\n

***
\nM\u0103 trezesc uneori din somn<\/strong>
\nNe\u015ftiind ziua, locul
\nE mar\u0163i
\n\u00cemp\u0103r\u0163im aceea\u015fi zi, acela\u015fi vis
\nDe c\u00e2nd
\nNu-mi aduc aminte
\nSc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ie pa\u015fi \u00een orbec\u0103iala od\u0103ii
\nPe fundul paharului o pic\u0103tur\u0103 de \u015fampanie
\nS\u0103rb\u0103torim alt ev
\nDin ghea\u0163\u0103 sculpturi de speran\u0163\u0103
\n\u00cemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fim acela\u015fi cataclism
\nM\u0103 dezlipesc mai \u00eent\u00e2i cu migal\u0103 de lucruri
\nApoi de resturile mele
\nS\u0103 m\u0103-mbrac \u00een mine
\n\u015etiu c\u0103 \u00een aceea\u015fi form\u0103 se toarn\u0103 alt\u0103 compozi\u0163ie<\/p>\n

alte ingrediente<\/p>\n

\u00cencerc s\u0103-mi \u0163in de ur\u00e2t \u00eenc\u0103 o zi, \u00eenc\u0103 o noapte
\nM\u0103 acompaniaz\u0103 fraged ciripit de turturele
\nC\u0103utare incredibil\u0103 a conect\u0103rii la armonie
\nReu\u015fit\u0103 ?
\nNu \u015ftiu
\n\u00cen ce col\u0163 s\u0103 a\u015fez lumina
\n\u00cemp\u0103r\u0163im aceea\u015fi odaie
\nAccea\u015fi zi de mar\u0163i
\nAceea\u015fi speran\u0163\u0103
\nV\u00e2nare de v\u00e2nt, de nori…<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o coaj\u0103 de nuc\u0103
\nMiezul timpului racordat la marea b\u0103taie de gong.<\/p>\n

***
\nSingurul lucru de care m\u0103 tem
\nE teama
\nSunt ag\u0103\u0163at \u00eentre team\u0103 \u015fi r\u0103zbunare
\nHaos inoculat \u00een tatuaj
\nPe culoarele vie\u0163ii
\nDeta\u015famente defileaz\u0103
\nLibere de constr\u00e2ngeri, p\u0103reri,
\nSchimb\u0103ri, secrete,
\nNoile minciuni, m\u0103\u015fti pentru mai t\u00e2rziu , r\u00e2z\u00e2nde,
\nVoi decoji adev\u0103rul,
\nM\u0103 voi dezveli de orgoliu
\nNu e baricadat drumul , pot inventa istoria din fr\u00e2nturi de mine \u015fi de al\u0163ii
\n\u00cen febra fic\u0163iunii m\u0103 iubesc mai mult
\nV\u0103d departe
\nM\u0103 v\u0103d \u00een ceilal\u0163i cu ochi mari deschi\u015fi
\n\u00cempreun\u0103 form\u0103m mitul
\n\u00cemi e necesar\u0103 oglindirea
\nVoi picta ro\u015fu pe piele
\n Adev\u0103rul
\nClipa
\nS\u0103 nu-l s\u00e2ngereze.<\/p>\n


\nLauren\u021biu BELIZAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poemul rorschach<\/strong><\/p>\n

prins \u00eentre riduri \u2013 un rictus al pielii
\n\u00eentre cearc\u0103ne ca \u00eentr-un nod de cale ferat\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd se schimb\u0103 macazul
\nse g\u00e2nde\u015fte la nenum\u0103ratele lumi
\ndac\u0103 nu va alege
\ntotul este posibil
\nprintr-o scindare a eului
\nfiecare via\u0163\u0103 va merita tr\u0103it\u0103
\ncineva \u00eei va ar\u0103ta cum timpul suspendat
\nse usuc\u0103 \u00eentre aripile \u015foarecelui
\niubirea devine un aspirator de bezn\u0103
\ncum realitatea ne face s\u0103 devenim ce nu vrem
\niar trafican\u0163ii de m\u0103run\u0163i\u015furi g\u0103sesc \u00eentotdeauna
\nie\u015firea din labirint
\noricum ai lua-o
\nclipa asta pare un cu\u0163it \u00eentr-un malaxor
\neste o sum\u0103 a fic\u0163iunilor celorlal\u0163i
\n\u015fi vei fi surprins c\u00e2t de tare vor durea gambele
\nretezate
\n\u00een orice formul\u0103 a paradisului care te va g\u0103si vrednic
\ns\u0103 te mistuie
\nc\u00e2nd era copil picta
\nstrivind culori m\u00e2nat de cruzimea inocen\u0163ei
\nto\u0163i vedeau fluturi \u00een jum\u0103t\u0103\u0163ile de plan\u015f\u0103
\nacum aceia\u015fi ochi z\u0103resc fantasme ce stau s\u0103 erup\u0103
\ndin osatura lor delicat\u0103 vor recolta celule stem
\npentru frumoasa lui nedes\u0103v\u00e2r\u015fire<\/p>\n


\npoemul cataract\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd ridic pleoapele se \u00eenchide
\ndungi cenu\u015fii amenin\u0163\u0103 cerul lui manet
\nprobeaz\u0103 ziua asta ca pe o rochie
\nsoarele se sufoc\u0103
\ns\u0103rut\u0103-l p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eei va s\u0103ri luna din g\u00e2t
\nnu te mai \u00eentreba cine \u00een g\u00e2ndul cui este
\nadun\u0103 doar t\u0103cerea \u00eentre palme!
\nmi\u015fc pere\u0163ii
\napa picur\u0103 din grind\u0103
\nsuntem r\u0103d\u0103cini \u00eenecate de aer
\nfructe \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u00eentunericul \u2013 avorton al luminii \u2013
\n\u0163ine visul \u00eentins ca o setc\u0103 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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