{"id":14326,"date":"2021-04-14T09:54:25","date_gmt":"2021-04-14T06:54:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14326"},"modified":"2021-04-14T09:54:25","modified_gmt":"2021-04-14T06:54:25","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-75-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14326","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 75 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nicolae MIHAI <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Umbr\u0103 cu toate u\u0219ile \u00eenchise<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe treptele umbrei
\nde nuc
\np\u0103s\u0103ri negre coboar\u0103<\/p>\n

pa\u0219ii lor –
\ncurgere pribeag\u0103
\nr\u0103sun\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de sf\u00e2r\u0219it<\/p>\n

nimeni n-aude p\u00e2nda lor
\nz\u0103vor\u00e2t\u0103
\ncu u\u0219ile \u00eenchise<\/p>\n

sub bol\u021bi de r\u0103coare
\nclopote neostenite
\ntrezesc rug\u0103ciuni<\/p>\n


\nZarv\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri<\/strong>
\nLui Calistrat Costin<\/em><\/p>\n

Murmurul lunii
\nde plumb
\n\u00een temni\u021be albe a\u0219eaz\u0103
\nlumea din care-ai plecat
\ndesfrunzit\u0103 de lini\u0219tea
\ntreaz\u0103 <\/p>\n

un greier \u00eentreab\u0103 la geam
\nce drumuri ai neumblate
\n\u00een zarva de g\u00e2nduri
\nn-auzi triste\u021bea \u00een u\u0219\u0103
\ncum bate <\/p>\n


\nNimicul cel de toate zilele<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimicul f\u0103r\u0103 grij\u0103 nu pune
\n\u00eentreb\u0103ri
\ncopiaz\u0103 bunele maniere
\nale umbrelor profunde l\u0103sate
\nde izbeli\u0219te g\u0103l\u0103gioase \u0219i singure<\/p>\n

sprijin\u0103 \u00een\u021belesuri
\ncu apuc\u0103turi ciudate
\npun\u00e2nd piedici
\nf\u0103c\u0103torului a de toate<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd e plictisit car\u0103 cu g\u0103leata
\np\u0103catele altora ce viseaz\u0103
\nla marea lor c\u0103in\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i rupe crengile v\u00e2ntului
\nuna c\u00e2te una
\npentru c\u0103 nu vrea s\u0103-l asculte<\/p>\n


\nTransparen\u021b\u0103 sau lumin\u0103
\ncu sur\u00e2s ascuns<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum buzele pentru \u00eemplinirea femeii
\nlumina f\u0103r\u0103 dasc\u0103l e umbr\u0103
\ncu v\u00e2rst\u0103 ne\u0219tiut\u0103
\ndeschide ceremonii secrete \u0219i loc
\nde sih\u0103strie celui h\u0103ituit de cuvinte<\/p>\n

las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 gr\u0103itoare lumini\u0219uri
\n\u0219i-at\u00e2ta vestire de veghe
\npe m\u0103sura celui ce umbl\u0103
\ncu vorbe ascunse prin buzunare
\ngr\u0103bite s\u0103 fie poeme<\/p>\n

ferit\u0103 de priviri fuge de-acas\u0103
\nb\u0103nuit\u0103
\nc\u0103 opre\u0219te deseori g\u00e2ndul
\ns\u0103 nu mai fie singur<\/p>\n


\nC\u0103r\u0103ri de nisip<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd m\u0103 scol diminea\u021ba g\u0103sesc
\ntotdeauna somnul tol\u0103nit
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 vreo carte \u00eent\u00e2rziat r\u0103sfoit\u0103
\nori al\u0103turi de g\u00e2nduri r\u0103mase
\nprintre h\u00e2rtii
\nce nu mai servesc la nimic<\/p>\n

le-acop\u0103r cu m\u00e2inile dar vocile lor
\nse aud \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile
\nsunt sl\u0103biciuni temporal-auditive
\nnimicuri ce fug de r\u0103spundere
\npe tandre c\u0103r\u0103ri de nisip<\/p>\n


\nNoapte la drumul mare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amar\u0103 noaptea
\nnu se \u00eendur\u0103 de mine
\niese la drumul mare
\n\u00eemi spune c\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103
\nalung\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de-acas\u0103
\n(voi z\u0103bovi cu ea sub clarul
\nde lun\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103)<\/p>\n

printre at\u00e2tea stele fugare
\nochii mei vindeca\u021bi
\nde \u00eentuneric
\nnu dau gre\u0219 niciodat\u0103
\nascult\u0103 lumina s\u0103 dea
\n\u00een floare<\/p>\n

nici vorb\u0103 de risip\u0103
\nnici m\u0103car despre-o clip\u0103
\nce zboar\u0103 pentru c\u0103
\ntimpul nu are pereche<\/p>\n


\n\u00centre ieri \u0219i m\u00e2ine <\/strong><\/p>\n

De multe ori ascult \u00eentunericul
\nm\u00e2ncat de molii \u0219optit
\npe la col\u021buri de strad\u0103 ori
\nb\u0103l\u0103cindu-se \u00een nimicnicia zilei
\nne\u00eenduplecate<\/p>\n

aflat \u00eentre ieri \u0219i m\u00e2ine
\nva trebui s\u0103-l ap\u0103r de clipa
\ncrescut\u0103 izvor str\u0103lucitor de lut
\nst\u00e2rnind c\u0103r\u0103ri promise
\nspre niciunde<\/p>\n


\nCornelia IONESCU
\n CIURUMELEA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

***<\/p>\n

Trupurile noastre se afl\u0103
\n\u00eentr-o perpetu\u0103 adora\u021bie,
\nca o balan\u021b\u0103
\nde lacrimi cioplite \u00een chiparos,
\nca o impecabil\u0103 spiral\u0103
\nde s\u00e2nge \u0219i os…
\nTrupurile noastre,
\ncu gra\u021bie,
\nse autoincendiaz\u0103 \u00een sinuciga\u0219ul balans
\nal unui dans f\u0103r\u0103 de gravita\u021bie…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

A\u0219tept nechezatul s\u00e2ngelui,
\nsurda-mi materie s\u0103 devin\u0103
\ntrapezist f\u0103r\u0103 fric\u0103,
\nacrobat f\u0103r\u0103 plas\u0103 \u00een arenele sor\u021bii
\niubind \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103,
\nexers\u00e2nd saltul mirific al mor\u021bii…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi vindec vulnerabila carne
\nsunt condamnat\u0103 s\u0103 fiu
\ncioplitorul ascet
\nce sap\u0103 \u00een lacrima lui diafan\u0103,
\nne\u00eenceput\u0103, virgin\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i ciople\u0219te o pas\u0103re-n piept
\ncu d\u0103l\u021bi de lumin\u0103, cu d\u0103l\u021bi de visare…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u00centind furia bra\u021belor spre nic\u0103ieri
\ns\u0103-\u021bi cer un strop de iubire,
\nc\u0103derea \u00een vid a s\u00e2ngelui acrobat
\nprin anotimpul virgin,
\nun s\u0103rut aruncat pe caldar\u00e2mul trupului
\nca un argint pe o tipsie…
\nRupe-\u021bi din inim\u0103 o felie de cer
\npentru pas\u0103rea mea de h\u00e2rtie!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd ne spunem pove\u0219ti
\ncu pulsul vis\u00e2nd
\n\u0219i dans\u0103m furibunzi,
\nunul de altul fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi,
\ncu ochii orbi\u021bi de fulgi muribunzi
\nascult\u0103m gramofonul planetarei z\u0103pezi…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Port pe chip o ingenu\u0103 tres\u0103rire de fric\u0103.
\n\u00cen trans\u0103 teatral\u0103,
\nfemeie pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd cu ochiul cubist,
\ncu lacrima infernal\u0103…
\nAm s\u00e2nge diabolic,
\ncurge prin venele crudului…
\nF\u00e2nt\u00e2nile lacrimei \u021b\u00e2\u0219nesc sub tropotul m\u00e2nzului…<\/p>\n

(Din volumul \u00een preg\u0103tire, \u201es\u00e2ngele c\u00e2nt\u0103 la harp\u0103\u201d)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDin poezia lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nika TURBINA<\/strong>
\n(1974 \u2013 2002)
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut \u00een ora\u0219ul Ialta, mama ei fiind pictor, tat\u0103l \u2013 actor. Cur\u00e2nd familia li s-a destr\u0103mat \u0219i Nika a crescut \u00een familia bunicilor, tat\u0103l-mare fiind scriitor. De la patru ani, feti\u021ba suferea de astm \u0219i insomnie. Uneori, \u00een faptul nop\u021bii, o ruga pe mama s\u0103 transcrie versurile care \u00eei ap\u0103reau \u00een imagina\u021bie. La v\u00e2rsta de 8 ani era considerat\u0103 adev\u0103rat fenomen, copil-minune, simpatizat\u0103 \u0219i promovat\u0103 de scriitori valoro\u0219i ai timpului, \u00eenainte de toate de Iulian Semionov, cu recomandarea c\u0103ruia versurile i-au fost publicate \u00een unul din ziarele importante din Moscova (1981). Evgheni Evtu\u0219enko a \u00eenso\u021bit-o la Bienala \u201ePoe\u021bii \u0219i P\u0103m\u00e2ntul\u201d de la Vene\u021bia, unde micu\u021bei poetese i-a fost acordat trofeul \u201eLeul de Aur\u201d. \u00cen 1983, la v\u00e2rsta de 8 ani, Nika e autoare primei c\u0103r\u021bi de versuri, \u201eMaculator\u201d.
\n\u00cen anul 1990, Turbina face cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 cu psihiatrul italian Giovanni Mastropaolo, care utiliza o metod\u0103 netradi\u021bional\u0103 de tratament prin intermediul artei, recurg\u00e2nd inclusiv la versurile Nik\u0103i. El avea 76 de ani, juna poet\u0103 \u2013 16, dar tr\u0103iau \u00een concubinaj, situa\u021bie ca \u0219i nefireasc\u0103 ce nu avea s\u0103 dureze.
\nCu sus\u021binerea personalit\u0103\u021bilor influente avea s\u0103 fie \u00eenscris\u0103 la \u0219coala teatral\u0103, mai apoi la institutul de cultur\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 astea nu erau compatibile cu modul ei de via\u021b\u0103 boem. Abandonase poezia, dezam\u0103git\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la disperare de faptul c\u0103 nu mai era admirat\u0103, adulat\u0103 ca \u00een copil\u0103rie. Iar dac\u0103 nu \u00eenve\u021bi, nu \u0219tii ceva carte, cu ce \u00eentre\u021bii, cu ce alimentezi dot\u0103rile unui ex-copil de geniu? Vine seceta, pustiul, ispita alcoolului, halucinogenelor… A\u0219tep\u021bi recompensa, caramela, \u00eens\u0103 dresorii deja au uitat de tine. Ce-\u021bi mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t c\u0103derea prin geam de la etajul 5?… Sigur, destin foarte tragic. Care, probabil, ar fi fost imposibil de evitat…<\/p>\n

\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Deloc pu\u021bini sunt cei ce cred
\nC\u0103 eu am \u00eent\u00e2rziat \u2013
\nTrenul meu a \u0219i plecat.
\nVia\u021ba a prins pe taluz
\nTraverse, \u0219ine noi,
\nTimpul a \u00eenmul\u021bit
\nAle iubirii sentimente \u00eenalte.
\nPur \u0219i simplu eu
\nAm \u00eenlocuit seara cu diminea\u021ba.
\nS\u0103 fac asta m-au ajutat \u0219i al\u021bii. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

A\u0219teapt\u0103 pu\u021bin,
\nS\u0103 aprind felinarul,
\nS\u0103 luminez panta
\nPe care
\nTu aluneci \u00een bezn\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 nu a fost s\u0103 ajung
\nLa limita visurilor mele.
\nR\u0103t\u0103cesc prin via\u021b\u0103
\nCa un copil naiv
\nPe cear\u0219aful alb,
\nArunc\u00e2ndu-mi sufletul
\n\u00cen pr\u0103pastia speran\u021belor.
\n\u0218i el ba cade,
\nR\u0103pus de lovituri,
\nBa ar putea s\u0103 c\u00e2nte
\nCu noile cuvinte ce-mi venir\u0103,
\nSimple, pline de bun\u0103tate
\nAltora nicicum asem\u0103n\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

Pas\u0103rea r\u0103nit\u0103<\/p>\n

Ave\u021bi mil\u0103 de mine, l\u0103sa\u021bi-m\u0103 s\u0103 plec.
\nNu-mi lega\u021bi aripile r\u0103nite,
\nDeja nu mai zbor.
\nVocea mea a sugrumat-o durerea,
\nVocea mi s-a transformat \u00een ran\u0103.
\nDeja nu mai strig.
\nDar ajuta\u021bi-m\u0103, fie-v\u0103 mil\u0103!
\nE toamn\u0103.
\nP\u0103s\u0103rile zboar\u0103 spre sud.
\nIar inima se str\u00e2nge de spaim\u0103,
\nSingur\u0103tatea \u2013 amicul mor\u021bii. <\/p>\n

1983<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

M\u0103 voi dezl\u0103n\u021bui,
\nMi-oi arunca \u0219alul pe umeri,
\nM\u0103runte b\u0103t\u0103i de c\u0103lc\u00e2ie.
\nDe t\u00e2ng\u0103, de-alean vesel voi r\u00e2de.
\nM\u0103 voi duce-n grajd,
\nCulc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103-al\u0103turi
\nDe bl\u00e2nda v\u0103cu\u021b\u0103.
\nEh, Joiana mea,
\nSf\u00e2r\u0219itul va fi unul:
\nTu \u2013 la abator,
\nEu \u2013 la gunoi.
\nC\u00e2nd ne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni
\nNe va fi ru\u0219ine.
\nPur \u0219i simplu ne-au confundat biletele, care
\nS-au dovedit a fi de-aceea\u0219i culoare.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Versurile mele sunt grele \u2013
\nPietre-aburcate \u00een munte.
\nLe voi duce p\u00e2n\u0103 la st\u00e2nci,
\nC\u00e2t mai mult \u00eenainte.
\nVoi c\u0103dea cu fa\u021ba \u00een iarb\u0103,
\n\u00cens\u0103 lacrimi nu-mi vor ajunge.
\n\u00cemi voi sf\u00e2\u0219ia strof\u0103, catren, \u2013
\nVersul va pl\u00e2nge.
\nCu-ad\u00e2nc\u0103 durere urzica
\nPalmele \u00eemi va \u00een\u021bepa!
\nZiua \u00eentreag\u0103, amar\u0103,
\n\u00cen cuvinte se va transforma.<\/p>\n

1981<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Leg\u0103na\u021bi-m\u0103, alina\u021bi-m\u0103,
\n\u00cenveli\u021bi-m\u0103-n plapum\u0103 cald\u0103.
\nAm\u0103gi\u021bi-m\u0103 c-un c\u00e2ntec de leag\u0103n,
\nDiminea\u021b\u0103 d\u0103rui\u021bi-mi vise-noian.
\nZile cu ilustra\u021bii nostime,
\n\u00cen care soarele-i mai siniliu dec\u00e2t ghea\u021ba,
\nPune\u021bi-mi-le sub pern\u0103, t\u0103inuit,
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 vin\u0103 zorii.
\n\u00cens\u0103 nu a\u0219tepta\u021bi, \u2013 auzi\u021bi? \u2013
\nNu a\u0219tepta\u021bi,
\nCopil\u0103ria a fugit, m-a p\u0103r\u0103sit.<\/p>\n

1982<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Voi mu\u0219ca z\u0103bala,
\nCu spum\u0103 voi stropi.
\nAmicii cu ea \u00eei voi acoperi,
\nApoi voi prinde-a urla.
\nCe faci tu,
\nMicu\u021bo, deja b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 sadea?<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

V\u00e2nturile reci au obosit.
\n\u00cen curte Hristos a fost r\u0103stignit.
\nIar copii o zbughesc, ca mistre\u021bii,
\nPrin iarb\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103, prin loc pustiit.
\nM\u0103tur\u0103torul cur\u0103\u021b\u0103 trotuarele.
\nVeioza \u0219i-a stins lumina. Uitat
\nPrin timpuri stropul de s\u00e2nge
\nDe mult s-a \u0219i decolorat.<\/p>\n

Jinduiesc bun\u0103tate<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de multe ori
\nEu surprind priviri piezi\u0219e.
\n\u0218i cuvinte ascu\u021bite
\nCa s\u0103ge\u021bile
\nSe \u00eenfig \u00een mine.
\nV\u0103 rog \u2013 asculta\u021bi-m\u0103!
\nNu \u00eencerca\u021bi
\nS\u0103 ucide\u021bi \u00een mine
\nClipele
\nVisului de copil.
\nE at\u00e2t de mic\u0103
\nZiua mea
\n\u0218i eu at\u00e2t de mult
\nLe doresc binele tuturor,
\nChiar \u0219i celor
\nCare
\nOchesc \u0219i trag \u00een mine.<\/p>\n

1983<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ceva trosni, scr\u00e2\u0219ni \u00een lumea fals\u0103.
\nPrin burlane, scunde sau \u00eenalte,
\nCurge temeinicia lumii.
\n…Parc\u0103 r\u00e2ul s-ar \u00eenvolbura,
\nC\u0103z\u00e2nd de pe praguri priporoase,
\nPovestind c\u0103, chipurile,-a fost
\nMartorul pe c\u00e2nd se izvodea
\nRomanul \u201eGeneza\u201d…
\nM-a ajutat un trec\u0103tor oricare:
\nA intrat \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor,
\nCiti versuri chiar mie dedicate,
\n\u00cen rime cutez\u0103toare adun\u00e2nd idei,
\nMai c\u0103 neating\u00e2nd cuvintele,
\nDespre via\u021b\u0103 filosof\u00e2nd, s\u0103 zicem,
\nDe\u0219tept \u0219i curajos
\n\u00cen confuzie de ploconeli \u0219tiute.
\nPe sticla geamului, cu
\nGua\u0219\u0103 multicolor\u0103
\nEl desena conturul destinului meu,
\n\u00cenghi\u021bind amar\u0103 l\u0103crimare.
\nIar eu, d\u00e2nd drumul vie\u021bii \u00een conduct\u0103,
\nM\u0103 gr\u0103beam s-ajung c\u00e2t mai cur\u00e2nd la r\u00e2u. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Hei, intra\u021bi!
\nAici poe\u021bilor bolnavi li se schimb\u0103 un cap pe altul:
\nAbia-abia \u021bi s-a uzat \u2013 \u021bi-l de\u0219urubeaz\u0103
\n\u0218i din nou vei fi r\u0103zbun\u0103tor.
\nSuferin\u021ba sf\u00e2\u0219ie stihia,
\n\u00cempl\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-\u0219i \u00een mine ecoul.
\nDe-ar fi s\u0103 ajung p\u00e2n\u0103 la debarcader,
\n\u00cens\u0103 vocii nu-i prea ajunge suflu. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u00cenchid pleoapele, genele,
\nDar somnul nu m\u0103 prinde.
\nM\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la ziua ce-a trecut,
\n\u00cens\u0103 care nu a \u0219i ajuns
\nA se \u00eent\u00e2lni cu noaptea.
\nM\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la str\u0103zile chinuite de oameni,
\nLa felinarele
\nObosit s\u0103 mai lumineze.
\nM\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la case \u00een care
\nNu izbutesc s\u0103 adorm,
\n\u00cens\u0103 dintr-o dat\u0103 somnul
\nZboar\u0103 spre mine ca o pas\u0103re cenu\u0219ie,
\nSpre cr\u0103pat de zori
\n\u00cenchiz\u00e2ndu-mi pleoapele, genele.
\nDar treze\u0219te-te tu, micu\u021bo,
\n\u00cen dis-de-diminea\u021ba zilei
\nS\u0103 vezi c\u0103 felinarul t\u0103u
\nS-a odihnit.
\nR\u00e2setul a umplut r\u0103scrucile drumurilor,
\nIar p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een sear\u0103 ziua pare infinit\u0103.<\/p>\n

1981<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Nu am vrut s\u0103 mor,
\nAm \u00eencercat s\u0103 zbor \u2013
\nDar nu a fost s\u0103 fie.
\nIar c\u00e2nd am murit,
\nm-am amuzat
\nDe efemerul
\nCuraj al speran\u021bei.<\/p>\n


\nTe-am min\u021bit<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu te-am min\u021bit,
\nC\u0103 o clip\u0103-ar \u021bine c\u00e2t ve\u0219nicia.
\nC\u0103 dup\u0103 ce pleac\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare
\nC\u0103ldura s-a \u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219it.
\n\u0218i demult a fost s\u0103 uit deja
\nA nop\u021bilor desc\u00e2ntece, vr\u0103ji,
\nC\u0103 bucuria e at\u00e2t de aproape \u2013
\nDe cum o vei atinge \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor,
\nPalma ta va ridica spre cer
\nGlobul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.
\nEu te-am min\u021bit?
\nNicidecum!
\n\u021ai-am d\u0103ruit taina
\nCe mi-e cunoscut\u0103
\nDoar mie.
\n 1983<\/p>\n


\nPaul SPIRESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fuga necesar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Haide\u021bi domnilor s\u0103 tragem o be\u021bie ca-n poveste
\nnoaptea asta-i f\u0103r\u0103 margini, nu mai po\u021bi nimic s\u0103 zici
\nuite c-a murit cr\u00e2\u015fmarul \u015fi nici cr\u00e2\u015fma nu mai este
\nto\u021bi ne las\u0103-n noaptea asta s\u0103 ne-\u00eenmorm\u00e2nt\u0103m aici<\/p>\n

adu, m\u0103, un vin mai negru, cum \u00eemi e inima mie
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103, l\u0103utare, c\u00e2nt\u0103 c\u00e2ntecul care m-a fr\u00e2nt
\npune\u021bi luna asta – t\u00e2rf\u0103, s-o m\u00e2nc\u0103m pe farfurie
\npune\u021bi stelele din ceruri s\u0103 danseze pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

noaptea asta-i f\u0103r\u0103 margini, nu mai face\u021bi pe nebunii
\nlua\u021bi \u015fi be\u021bi c\u00e2t mai exist\u0103 c\u00e2rciumi pentru vis\u0103tori
\nuite c\u0103 de disperare s-au \u00eempreunat l\u0103stunii
\nnumai Cerul se tot \u021bine de prostii \u015fi demasc\u0103ri<\/p>\n

lua\u021bi \u015fi be\u021bi c\u0103 vine ora \u015fi ne-apuc\u0103 diminea\u021ba
\nt\u00e2rfa asta nu mai spune niciun vers, niciun cuv\u00e2nt
\nchiar \u015fi via\u021ba e ca t\u00e2rfa, chiar \u015fi t\u00e2rfa e ca via\u021ba
\nhaide\u021bi domnilor prieteni s\u0103 fugim de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n


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

\u0218i pe-aici pe la noi ard p\u0103durile, Phaevronia
\ncu ciuma am terminat din vremea r\u0103zboiului, cu holera la fel
\ndar o alt\u0103 cium\u0103 \u0219i o alt\u0103 holer\u0103 ne b\u00e2ntuie trupul
\n\u0219i s\u00e2ngele care g\u00e2lg\u00e2ie spasmodic \u00een el<\/p>\n

acum ne plimb\u0103m lini\u0219ti\u021bi pe bulevarde
\nne s\u0103rut\u0103m \u0219i ne facem planuri de viitor
\n\u0219i \u00een vremea aceasta, chiar aici l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi
\np\u0103durile ard \u0219i c\u00e2mpiile mor
\nse anun\u021b\u0103 o prim\u0103var\u0103 bolnav\u0103, toacele bat<\/p>\n

\u0219i nimeni nu \u0219tie de ce ori de unde
\ntimpul se-ascunde lini\u0219tit \u0219i timid
\n\u00een secunde<\/p>\n

da, se-anun\u021b\u0103 o prim\u0103var\u0103 bolnav\u0103, toacele ba
\n\u0219i nimeni nu \u0219tie de ce \u0219i de unde
\nnumai poetul, singur ca o leb\u0103d\u0103 alb\u0103
\n\u00eenh\u0103mat\u0103 la dimine\u021bile lumii
\nne mai poate r\u0103spunde… <\/p>\n


\nPrieteni \u0219i c\u0103r\u021bi de dincolo de grani\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Maria Toac\u0103, un condei lupt\u0103tor<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103torind printr-o p\u0103dure de ziare vechi, am \u00eent\u00e2rziat l\u00e2ng\u0103 unul din 15 iunie 1989, \u201eZorile Bucovinei\u201d Cern\u0103u\u021bi, \u00een caractere chirilice, de la centenarul stingerii din via\u021b\u0103 a lui Eminescu, ziar p\u0103strat pentru articolul \u201eCuv\u00e2nt de \u00een\u0103l\u021bare pentru Veronica\u201d de Maria Toac\u0103. L-am recitit anevoie \u0219i m-au n\u0103p\u0103dit amintirile. Pentru \u00eent\u00e2ia oar\u0103 la Chi\u0219in\u0103u \u00een prim\u0103vara anului 1979, primul lucru pe care l-am cump\u0103rat a fost o carte de pove\u0219ti populare, care a r\u0103mas mai mult r\u0103sfoit\u0103 dec\u00e2t citit\u0103. Citit cu adev\u0103rat \u00een caractere chirilice a fost romanul \u201eClopotni\u021ba\u201d al lui Ion Dru\u021b\u0103, darul Mariei Toac\u0103, \u00eentr-o c\u0103l\u0103torie la Cern\u0103u\u021bi, \u00een 1984. Nu a fost o lectur\u0103 u\u0219oar\u0103: de\u0219i gimnaziul \u0219i liceul m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021baser\u0103 s\u0103 citesc fluent \u00een limba rus\u0103, fiecare cuv\u00e2nt rom\u00e2nesc nu \u021b\u00e2\u0219nea, se recompunea din suma sunetelor numite \u00een caractere slave. Uneori, cuv\u00e2ntul se \u00eenchega \u0219i cu o \u00eent\u00e2rziere de c\u00e2teva secunde, \u00eei pierdeam sensul, \u00een\u021belesul frazei se stabiliza greu. De aceea, am avut nevoie de o nou\u0103 lectur\u0103, pentru ca s\u0103-i urm\u0103resc ac\u021biunea, s\u0103-l gust.
\n\"\"

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