{"id":14399,"date":"2021-04-23T10:00:40","date_gmt":"2021-04-23T07:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14399"},"modified":"2021-04-23T10:01:57","modified_gmt":"2021-04-23T07:01:57","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-75-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14399","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 75 (12)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Raftul cu c\u0103r\u021bi<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Valentina BECART<\/strong>
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Fiecare gest devenea o poezie…<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva,
\nam locuit \u00eentr-o lumin\u0103 clar\u0103.
\n\u00centre ieri \u0219i azi \u2013 doar infinitul;
\n\u00een jurul meu, cuvintele
\nse preschimbau \u00een vise,
\niar bra\u021bele \u2013 ca ni\u0219te aripi mari \u2013
\nsl\u0103veau r\u0103s\u0103ritul.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva,
\nam locuit sub o rev\u0103rsare
\nde sori.
\nRareori str\u00e2ngeam ploile
\n\u00een bra\u021be
\n\u0219i mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 via\u021ba, uneori,
\ne ca un murmur divin
\n\u0219tiut doar de noi.<\/p>\n

Alteori, florile mi-au fost ad\u0103post
\nla amiaz\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd fiecare gest devenea
\no nou\u0103 poezie,
\nIar eu \u2013 caden\u021ba unei lini\u0219ti \u2013 sub
\nt\u00e2mpla unui vaier.<\/p>\n

Azi, departe de toate cuvintele
\nmari,
\n\u0219i ziua aceea c\u00e2nd sufletul
\nse sc\u0103lda \u00een lumin\u0103,
\n\u00eemi f\u0103uresc ad\u0103post \u00eentr-o toamn\u0103
\ngr\u0103bit\u0103,
\ncu fluturii de noapte risipi\u021bi
\nprintre c\u0103r\u021bi.<\/p>\n

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Cuvinte mari, abia ating\u00e2ndu-se…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 c\u0103utam \u00eempreun\u0103 ziua aceea
\ncu m\u0103rgele, cercei, aureole r\u0103s\u0103rite
\n\u00een privire;
\nun z\u00e2mbet larg era totul , mai mult dec\u00e2t
\no mie de cuvinte.
\n\u0218i cuvintele, da, erau mari, mari abia
\nse atingeau \u00eentre ele.
\nUneori, s\u0103ltau p\u00e2n\u0103 sus, c\u00e2t mai aproape
\nde un vis str\u0103veziu.<\/p>\n

Eu st\u0103team de veghe \u0219i prindeam
\nc\u00e2te unul,
\n\u00een timp ce \u00eentreaga-mi fiin\u021b\u0103 te sorbea,
\nademenindu-te
\n\u00eentr-un pat de rou\u0103;
\ntu \u0219tii c\u0103 altarele tac, c\u0103 cerul se \u00eenclin\u0103,
\nalteori,
\nnumai inima trebuie s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 ca un cuv\u00e2nt
\ntremurat, ca o tain\u0103…<\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 c\u0103utam \u00eempreun\u0103 ziua aceea
\nca un clinchet u\u0219or, cu br\u0103\u021b\u0103ri de absint,
\nanemone.
\nUn suflet uria\u0219 \u0219i privirea ta \u00eembl\u00e2nzit\u0103…
\npot locui, \u00eentr-o zi, \u00een c\u00e2teva cuvinte mari,
\ntot mai mari, abia ating\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentre ele…<\/p>\n

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Un cer invadat de fluturi<\/strong><\/p>\n

E dep\u0103rtarea o tain\u0103, un unghi
\nascu\u021bit r\u0103ne\u0219te privirea;
\nc\u0103rarea-i un semn c\u0103 lumea exist\u0103
\n\u0219i zarea aprins\u0103 v\u00e2neaz\u0103 \u00eentrebarea.<\/p>\n

E cerul o pat\u0103, un cerc necuprins
\ne sufletul zilei;
\nun strig\u0103t e raza c\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een ciuturi
\n\u0219i-ntreag\u0103 uimirea e-un arc – \u00een stropul
\nde ap\u0103 -,
\nce \u021bine treaz\u0103 lumina.<\/p>\n

E unghiul, p\u0103tratul \u0219i rostul…
\nMereu alte semne zv\u00e2rlite
\n\u00een frunzele moarte;
\ndoar cerul \u00eenalt \u2013, invadat de fluturi,
\narunc\u0103 \u00een aer urme de pulberi, stropi
\nde culoare pe scuturi…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Nicolai T\u0102ICU\u021aU Raftul cu c\u0103r\u021bi Doina Cernica, Neaua ninge la Betleem, Editura Mu\u0219atinii, Suceava, 2020, 187 p. Copertele c\u0103r\u021bii sunt<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"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":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14399"}],"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\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14399"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14399\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14417,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14399\/revisions\/14417"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}