{"id":14079,"date":"2021-03-21T18:44:51","date_gmt":"2021-03-21T15:44:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14079"},"modified":"2021-03-21T18:44:51","modified_gmt":"2021-03-21T15:44:51","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-60-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14079","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 60 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

CENACLUL \u201eLira21\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Grupaj realizat de Cristina \u0218TEFAN<\/em><\/p>\n

Ana Maria G\u00ceBU<\/strong>
\n(Din Dorohoi, Student\u0103 la Univ. Al. I. Cuza, facultatea de filologie)<\/em>
\n\"\"

aminte\u0219te-mi <\/strong><\/p>\n

am fugit cu sufletul t\u0103u r\u0103t\u0103cit
\n\u00eentr-o noapte
\nfolosindu-l pe post de cort
\nprin de\u0219ertul negru al min\u021bii
\nacum este pr\u0103fuit
\npu\u021bin \u0219ifonat
\ndar e bine…
\nmai poate fi a\u0219ezat peste inim\u0103
\nca un \u0219al zdren\u021buit de sentimente mute
\nnu m\u0103 \u00eenvinov\u0103\u021bi c\u0103 nu te-am luat cu mine
\n\u00een c\u0103l\u0103toria spre alte ad\u00e2ncuri
\nte-am dus sub candelabre \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri
\ndans\u00e2nd
\ndiminea\u021ba ai devenit
\nrafale de v\u00e2nt <\/p>\n

nu mi-ai amintit s\u0103 \u021bi-l \u00eenapoiez
\nera palid \u0219i tu\u0219ea de ceva vreme
\nr\u0103cise \u00een pe\u0219terile
\nsanatoriului de sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\na evadat c\u00e2nd savuram
\nultima brio\u0219\u0103 cu ciocolat\u0103
\nl-am g\u0103sit ag\u0103\u021bat \u00een h\u0103\u021bi\u0219ul
\nde vorbe
\naruncate aiurea<\/p>\n

pot s\u0103-\u021bi \u00eenapoiez sufletul
\nl-am c\u00e2rpit cu dragoste
\neste ca nou<\/p>\n


\n\u00een fiecare zi<\/strong><\/p>\n

sunt alt copac
\ncu dou\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini
\nuna \u00een inim\u0103 de c\u00e2ntec
\nalta \u00een suflet de cuv\u00e2nt
\nritmul lor \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 gr\u0103dina
\nori de c\u00e2te ori mama
\nud\u0103 firele de busuioc
\npa\u0219ii r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi prin iubire
\nalung\u0103 umbrele<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd se dep\u0103rteaz\u0103
\ndesenez povestea \u00een care
\nnu am \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o
\nvise cuib\u0103rite \u00een muguri
\nneplesni\u021bi \u00eenc\u0103
\nspun c\u0103 au mers cu ea de m\u00e2n\u0103
\ng\u0103tit\u0103 \u00een alb <\/p>\n

cu bra\u021bele deschise
\ncaut t\u0103c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n


\nam alt nume<\/strong><\/p>\n

cuvintele rostogolite
\nse adun\u0103 \u00een gr\u0103m\u0103joare
\numbrind pietrele cu aripile lor<\/p>\n

de sub fiecare
\nr\u0103sar versuri \u00eenmugurite<\/p>\n

eram acolo ieri
\ndup\u0103 asfin\u021bit
\nc\u00e2nd m-a adoptat poezia<\/p>\n

botezul meu
\neste lac\u0103tul de la poarta
\naltui \u00eenceput<\/p>\n

ascund cheia l\u00e2ng\u0103 semnele de punctua\u021bie
\n\u00eemi cump\u0103r
\ncreioane colorate
\nun pix
\n\u0219i cappucino cu gust de cire\u0219e amare<\/p>\n

de m\u00e2ine scriu iar<\/p>\n


\nbobi de piatr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

aminte\u0219te-mi
\nori de c\u00e2te ori vezi
\nc\u0103 m\u0103 pierd \u00een lumea
\ndin cana de cafea
\nsau c\u00e2nd alerg
\npe drumuri babiloniene
\nspre ceruri
\nc\u0103 poarta ascuns\u0103
\n\u00een spatele casei m\u0103 readuce
\n\u00een mijlocul de\u0219ertului albastru
\nunde p\u0103s\u0103ri de foc au cuib<\/p>\n

nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa niciodat\u0103 s\u0103-mi iau zborul
\n\u00een ceea ce pare v\u0103zduh antic
\nunde copiii poart\u0103 sandale \u00eenro\u0219ite
\n\u00eengropa\u021bi p\u00e2n\u0103 la glezne
\n\u00een mormane de cear\u0219afuri rupte
\nnu-mi mai permite s\u0103 spun
\nc\u0103 imposibilul este posibil
\ndoar pentru c\u0103 \u021bin \u00een pumni
\ninimi \u00eenvechite
\ncare sun\u0103 a nou<\/p>\n

love\u0219te-m\u0103
\narunc\u0103-m\u0103
\n\u00eembr\u00e2nce\u0219te-m\u0103
\n\u00eenjur\u0103-m\u0103<\/p>\n

st\u00e2nca de vise
\nnu se sf\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 <\/p>\n


\ncheia de la g\u00e2t<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2t de mult mi-am dorit
\ns\u0103 cump\u0103r
\nun bra\u021b plin
\nde c\u0103r\u021bi mistice cu tot cu spini
\ns\u0103 le a\u0219ez \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii crez\u00e2nd
\nc\u0103 ne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni \u0219i dup\u0103 moarte
\nam trecut degetele prin buclele cenu\u0219ii
\nde-at\u00e2tea ori perfor\u00e2ndu-\u021bi amintirile
\nc\u0103utam acel prim r\u0103s\u0103rit
\ntr\u0103it \u00eempreun\u0103…<\/p>\n

acum citesc
\nla nesf\u00e2r\u0219it cuvintele scrise
\ncu esen\u021b\u0103 pur\u0103
\n\u00een Necromonicon r\u0103m\u00e2i singurul
\nnume plecat pe care-l voi rosti <\/p>\n

lum\u00e2n\u0103rile se sting
\npentagonul de pe tavan dispare
\nbun venit acas\u0103
\nsor\u0103 mai mic\u0103<\/p>\n


\nViorel GONGU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

poveste despre inima mea…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era ca-n via\u0163\u0103,
\no zi-dou\u0103 fierbinte,
\no zi-dou\u0103 cu ploaie
\n\u015fi-ntr-o diminea\u0163\u0103
\nam ie\u015fit \u00een verdea\u0163\u0103
\n\u015fi inima asta, floare,
\ns-a zb\u0103tut \u00een c\u0103rare
\nCa un ochi, a prevestire,
\nde parc\u0103 aveam s\u0103 fiu mire,
\napoi ca la joc,
\ns\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 busuioc,
\na luat-o la trap,
\ns-a dat peste cap
\n\u015fi apoi s-a oprit,
\nca un asfin\u0163it
\n\u015fi-a privit la cer.<\/p>\n

Era dup\u0103 o mare ploaie,
\npomii \u00eenal\u0163i, \u00een convoaie,
\nsp\u00e2nzura\u0163i de-at\u00e2ta senin,
\n\u00ee\u015fi coborau picioarele p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een pelin
\n\u015fi-\u015fi cl\u0103tinau capetele verzi,
\ns\u0103 vezi \u015fi s\u0103 nu crezi,
\n\u015fi vorbeau \u00eentre ei
\nstejari \u015fi tei,
\ncu glas de porumbei
\n\u015fi unul mai gros \u015fi mai scorburos
\na privit \u00een jos \u015fi-a \u015foptit mieros:
\n„tu, sor\u0103-surat\u0103, nu mai sta-ncruntat\u0103,
\na\u015fa nu se poate,
\ntreci de-acum \u015fi bate,
\nc-ai primit \u00een dar un om cu un har!
\nPorne\u015fte-l, s\u0103 scrie,
\nproz\u0103, poezie!”
\nEa, ascult\u0103toare,
\ns-a pus pe picioare \u015fi-a-nceput s\u0103 bat\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103
\npentru-n anotimp, pentru-n an
\npentru un timp…<\/p>\n

-visez prea mult<\/p>\n

Visez prea mult \u015fi vise stau la r\u00e2nd
\nS\u0103-\u015fi \u00eemplineasc\u0103 rostul pe planet\u0103
\nIar eu \u00een prag de sear\u0103, la fla\u015fnet\u0103
\n\u00cenv\u00eert ca un nebun \u015fi-adorm r\u00e2z\u00e2nd
\n\u015ei-n miez de noapte scriu o piruet\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sunt vise moi \u015fi vise f\u0103r\u0103 cap\u0103t,
\nCe se viseaz\u0103 doar \u00een seriale,
\nSunt relu\u0103ri cu gesturile tale
\nR\u0103mase neatinse c\u00e2nd eu scap\u0103t
\nSpre misticul aceleia\u015fi cabale.<\/p>\n

Visez \u015fi ziua, sunt meseria\u015ful
\nCe nu se cru\u0163\u0103 c\u0103-s at\u00e2t de multe
\nVis\u0103ri prea verzi dar multe sunt doar sulte
\n\u015ei numai eu le pot bea ald\u0103ma\u015ful
\nNegu\u0163\u0103tor de aspir\u0103ri oculte.<\/p>\n

Dar dac\u0103 va veni visul-matrice
\n\u015ei oboseala \u00eemi va fi prea mare
\nTe rog s\u0103 \u00eel prime\u015fti la \u0163\u0103rm de mare
\n\u015ei s\u0103-l visezi \u00een locul meu, Euridice
\n\u015ei c\u00e2ntecelor mele, d\u0103 m\u00e2ncare.<\/p>\n

\u015ei dup\u0103 ce-l visezi, ia r\u0103s\u0103ritul,
\nAscunde-l \u00een fla\u015fneta p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103
\nViseaz\u0103-l iar, trecut domol prin sit\u0103
\nC\u0103 eu \u0163i-am fost un anotimp ursitul
\nIar tu mi-ai fost pentru o zi, iubit\u0103<\/p>\n

mi-e dor, iubito…<\/p>\n

Mi-e dor, iubito, nici nu te mai \u015ftiu,
\nAt\u00e2tea toamne-au pus rugina groas\u0103
\nPe chipul t\u0103u. Te-a\u015f lua din nou la coas\u0103
\nPrin maci \u015fi margarete.
\nDin perete,
\nM\u0103 potope\u015fte valul gros de griu.<\/p>\n

Mi-e spaim\u0103 \u015fi privesc t\u0103cut pe geam
\nLa ploaia care curge nemiloas\u0103;
\nSub strea\u015fini, \u00eengeri uzi c\u00e2rpesc o ras\u0103
\nCu petice diverse
\n\u015ei averse
\nNe vars\u0103 \u015ftreanguri noi pe-acela\u015fi ram.<\/p>\n

Stau goarnele uitate pline-ochi
\nCu ap\u0103, cu-amintiri \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 note,
\nSperan\u0163a mea croie\u015fte alte \u015fcote
\nPentru catargul verde…
\nCum se pierde
\nDorin\u0163a r\u0103stignit\u0103-ntr-un deochi.<\/p>\n

Ies pe furi\u015f \u015fi fur o goarn\u0103 grea,
\n\u00cencerc s\u0103-\u0163i c\u00e2nt, de parc\u0103 \u0163i-a\u015f fi \u00eenger,
\n\u0162\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte apa \u015fi apoi \u00ee\u0163i s\u00e2nger
\nCu note discordante
\n\u00cen andante
\nS\u0103 te aduc din nou \u00een toamna mea.<\/p>\n

Un fulg e-un semn de pace \u015fi \u00een frig
\n\u00cencepe iarna care iart\u0103 tot,
\nMi-e frig, mi-e dor dar \u00eenc\u0103 pot
\nS\u0103-ndep\u0103rtez o coaj\u0103
\nCu o vraj\u0103
\n\u015ei s\u0103 a\u015ftept o alt\u0103 toamn\u0103 \u015fi te strig.<\/p>\n


\n Liviu DAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Inginer din Padea, jud. Dolj. Volum de debut: Pi-Ramisses, Editura Scrisul Rom\u00e2nesc, 2015
\nAl doilea volum: Poemele iubirii \u2013 Editura StudIs din Ia\u0219i, 2017<\/p>\n

Caolin<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu a existat lut, doar ulcele
\ncu chipuri umane
\nnu au existat litere
\ndoar pe\u0219ti
\nreptile
\np\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i animale
\npurtate de amulete \u00een maree de timp
\nnu au existat mamu\u0163i
\ndec\u00e2t pe Lun\u0103
\n\u00eenaintea marelui rift
\n\u00een aripile norocoaselor berze
\nbrodate pe un rotund goblen caolin
\nnu au existat sentimente
\ndoar cascade
\neliberate de canioane
\ndintr-un ochi de suflet desp\u0103r\u0163it
\nde al doilea ochi
\nde inim\u0103
\nprintr-un de\u0219ert selenar
\ndoar vinul e v\u00e2nat
\n\u00een oaze cleopatrice tuaregi dans\u00e2nd
\ndezbr\u0103ca\u0163i de orice costum planetar<\/p>\n


\ndragostea alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

dragostea alb\u0103
\ncre\u0219te case la Santorini
\npe lave stinse
\ncafeaua longevit\u0103\u0163ii
\nademene\u0219te cel mai frumos r\u0103s\u0103rit
\npe terase cu aer de mare
\nchemarea ta are ochii verzi
\nbra\u0163ele tale albastre
\n\u00eentinderea cerului
\nprin care sufletul
\ncap\u0103t\u0103 incomensurabile aripi
\niubirea mea e str\u0103vezie
\n\u00eemi vezi inima
\n\u0219i tot cerul respira\u0163iei
\n\u00eemi sim\u0163i dorul
\ncum palpit\u0103 \u00een toate venele
\nmi le po\u0163i m\u0103sura
\ndac\u0103 le amprentezi
\ncu e\u0219arfa ta
\no corabie minoic\u0103
\na\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00een port
\nvreau s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n al\u0103turi de tine
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103toarea erup\u0163ie
\n\u0219i apoi s\u0103 cobor\u00e2m pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\naici pe st\u00e2nci
\ns\u0103 construim o cas\u0103 alb\u0103<\/p>\n


\nIzvorul<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd a ajuns la mine
\nizvorul nu mai era ro\u0219u
\nSf\u00e2ntul Graal
\nn-avea nicio pic\u0103tur\u0103
\n\u00eei sorbeam lumina
\n\u0219i-mi era sete<\/p>\n


\nPaixao<\/strong><\/p>\n

ne plimbam printre baruri italiene, engleze\u015fti, asiatice
\ncare mai de care mai
\natr\u0103g\u0103toare, \u00een centrul vechi
\nam intrat \u015fi \u00een dou\u0103 anticariate unde s-a plictisit repede
\n\u015fi ne oprim \u00een dreptul vechiului palat bnr
\nglumind c\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna ne-au reu\u015fit pozele cu umbre
\n\u00eencerc o fotografie cu chipurile noastre pe sticl\u0103 \u015fi ruine
\nprintr-o intrare \u00eengust\u0103 de blocuri se auzea un cor bisericesc
\nam mers printre pere\u021bii albi picta\u021bi cu graffiti
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la intrarea \u00een acea bisericu\u021b\u0103 alb\u0103 cu o cupol\u0103 mic\u0103
\n\u00een care slujea un pop\u0103 g\u00e2rbovit
\nnici ea nu b\u0103nuia c\u0103 acolo ar putea fi
\nam intrat \u015fi ne-am rugat c\u00e2teva minute
\napoi am cobor\u00e2t \u015fi urcat c\u00e2teva str\u0103du\u021be \u015fi mai \u00eenguste
\nm-am oprit \u00een fa\u021ba unui bar cu un poster cu ronaldo
\ncu imagini din lisabona cu un tramvai galben ce cobora o str\u0103du\u021b\u0103
\nprintre felinare aprinse \u015fi o cupol\u0103 dreapt\u0103 alb\u0103 de biseric\u0103
\npe un televizor c\u00e2nta o div\u0103 \u00een alb m\u0103-ntorc z\u00e2mbind spre ea \u015fi \u00eei \u015foptesc c\u0103 piesa
\nc\u00e2ntat\u0103 de mariza e paix\u00e3o ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 pasiune
\n\u00eemi z\u00e2mbe\u015fte \u015fi \u00eemi \u015fopte\u015fte c\u0103 m\u0103car titlurile
\ndin portughez\u0103 le-am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat
\n\u00eei privesc ochii c\u0103prui \u015fi \u00een\u015fir r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, titluri de melodii
\nalma-suflet, paixao-pasiune, chuva-ploaie,
\nmelhor de mim \u2013 ce am mai bun, loucura \u2013 nebunie
\n\u00eemi dau seama c\u0103 multe lucruri mai am de \u00eencercat
\ncum ar fi de exemplu s\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015fez la una din acele mese
\n\u015fi s\u0103 comand blochahau a bros \u015fi cu o halb\u0103 de salgras
\nascult\u00e2nd muzic\u0103 fado
\ndar \u00eemi spune c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 revenim
\no s\u0103 luam un pr\u00e2nz aici
\np\u0103rea a \u015fti unele str\u0103du\u021be
\nmai venise \u00een capital\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 cu trei ani
\ns\u0103-i ia un interviu lui buzura
\nmi se f\u0103cuse foame \u015fi niciodat\u0103 nu luasem masa la cap\u015fa
\ns-a lipit de mine, mi-a str\u00e2ns \u015fi mai tare m\u00e2na
\n\u015fi mi-a ar\u0103tat cu ochii ei conving\u0103tori
\ndirec\u021bia opus\u0103 spre c\u0103rture\u015fti<\/p>\n


\nCu picioarele goale \u00een amurg<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi ar\u0103tai orizontul pesc\u0103ru\u0219ilor
\n\u0219i catargele cor\u0103biilor
\nmarea avea scr\u00e2\u0219netul macaralelor
\n\u0219i al sirenelor de bun r\u0103mas<\/p>\n

orizontul se \u00eeneca \u00een albastru<\/p>\n

spicele gr\u00e2ului ocupau
\ntot geamul de la clasa a doua
\no amintire se juca prin talazuri
\ncu picioarele goale \u00een amurg<\/p>\n


\nVifor de octombrie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Citesc dintr-o Guernica literar\u0103
\nVia\u021ba \u00een cenu\u015f\u0103 de Paul Celan
\nAnul acesta a venit prea devreme
\nCu vifor octombrie
\nMeteorologii anun\u021b\u0103 cea mai aspr\u0103 iarn\u0103
\nDar c\u00e2te ierni n-au fost pe aceste meleaguri
\nParc\u0103 aud cum tremur\u0103 \u015fi Palmyra
\n\u015ei se pr\u0103bu\u015fe\u015fte \u00een Siria
\nUltima arcad\u0103 a unor continente
\nNici \u00een Petra nu mai e loc de ad\u0103post
\nColc\u0103ie peste tot cu scorpioni camufla\u021bi
\nCine mai \u015ftie c\u0103 Nostradamus era
\nMedicul holerei
\n\u00cen timp ce so\u021bia \u00eenf\u0103\u015furat\u0103 \u00een alb
\n\u00cei zicea adio
\nIar noi ne cert\u0103m \u00een miezul zilei
\nPe nimicuri
\nG\u0103sind pricin\u0103 \u015fi \u00een nori<\/p>\n


\nMularea poeziei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eSingura diferen\u0163\u0103 dintre mine \u015fi un nebun
\neste c\u0103 eu nu sunt nebun.\u201c \u2013 Dal\u00ed<\/p>\n

o prieten\u0103 i-a ar\u0103tat o poezie cu Dal\u00ed
\n\u00een care el sculpta
\nrotunjimile femeii de marmur\u0103
\na r\u00e2s g\u00e2ndindu-se la o excentricitate
\ncum s\u0103 se \u00eenv\u00e2rt\u0103 parcurg\u00e2nd un cerc
\nDal\u00ed pe o biciclet\u0103
\ndin anii dou\u0103zeci cu o roat\u0103 mare \u015fi una mic\u0103
\nschi\u021b\u00e2nd un corp
\n\u00een autocad parc\u0103 \u00eei ies din monitor
\ncoloanele din La Sagrada Familia
\nca un g\u00e2nd neterminat \u00eentre Dal\u00ed \u015fi Gaud\u00ed
\nal\u0103turi de desen p\u0103streaz\u0103 poezia cu fiin\u021ba
\ndin rotunjimi de marmur\u0103 alb\u0103
\nfemeile sunt bune de iubit \u015fi s\u0103 ne spun\u0103 poezii
\nz\u00e2mbe\u015fte misogin fiindc\u0103 fata
\nniciodat\u0103 nu i-a spus c\u0103-l iube\u015fte
\nporne\u015fte ma\u015fina ascult\u00e2nd muzic\u0103
\nprive\u015fte \u00een oglinda retrovizoare
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\nca Venus dalinian\u0103 sau Galateea Sferelor
\ndeschide messengerul \u015fi cite\u015fte uimit
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