{"id":14733,"date":"2021-05-26T13:04:31","date_gmt":"2021-05-26T10:04:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14733"},"modified":"2021-05-26T13:05:46","modified_gmt":"2021-05-26T10:05:46","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-56-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14733","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 56 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Leons BRIEDIS<\/strong>
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Nu stie nimenea<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu \u015ftie nimenea
\nce se ascunde \u00een urma cuv\u00e2ntului
\nc\u0103ci cuvintele tac
\n\u015fi nu-\u015fi dest\u0103nuie tainele sale
\ncum e cuv\u00e2ntul \u201eIubire\u201d
\ncare ar p\u0103rea s\u0103-\u0163i spun\u0103
\nc\u0103 ai \u00eent\u00e2lnit pe toat\u0103 via\u0163a
\nFemeia
\ndar la cump\u0103na vie\u0163ii
\nvezi cat de fragil este corpul lui
\ncare curg\u00e2nd prin Dumnezeu,
\nse preface \u00een r\u00e2ndunic\u0103
\npe cerul proasp\u0103t din zori<\/p>\n


\nLoc de trai<\/strong><\/p>\n

De copil visam s\u0103 locuiesc
\npe inelul din Saturn
\nDe t\u00e2n\u0103r vroiam s\u0103 locuiesc
\n\u00een metropolii ca \u00een centrul lumii
\nLa maturitatea visam sa tr\u0103iesc
\npe \u0163\u0103rmul m\u0103rii \u00een cea mai mare solitudine
\n\u015ei doar acum nu mai visez
\nci tr\u0103iesc cu toate visele-n pace<\/p>\n


\nProfetul<\/strong><\/p>\n

un m\u0103slin \u015fi-a \u00eentins
\nramurile de-argint
\npeste sclipirea unei mla\u015ftini
\ndin pustiu<\/p>\n


\nSilogismul singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Via\u0163a nici c\u00e2nd nu-\u0163i explic\u0103
\nvia\u0163a nici c\u00e2nd nimic nu-\u0163i explic\u0103
\nnici chiar lucrurile cele mai explicite
\nde parc\u0103 s-a n\u0103scut din ad\u00e2ncuri de singur\u0103tate
\npentru a-\u0163i ad\u00e2nci singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ile tale
\nde parc\u0103 singur\u0103tatea este
\nmai veche dec\u00e2t lumea \u015fi via\u0163a
\nde parc\u0103 s-ar fi n\u0103scut
\n\u00eenaintea lor<\/p>\n


\nCitatul lui Dumnezeu<\/strong><\/p>\n

sunt, Doamne, citatul t\u0103u
\ncare fie din haos
\nsau greseal\u0103
\nai uitat de numele meu
\nlans\u00e2ndu-m\u0103-n lume
\ncu capul \u00een jos,
\nsunt revoltat
\niar tu \u00eemi sur\u00e2zi scuz\u00e2ndu-te:
\n\u201ea\u015fa suntem noi –
\niresponsabili pe Om\u201d<\/p>\n


\nDeziluzie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dumnezeu nu mai spune nimic
\na renu\u0163at la vorbe
\nde dragul faptelor noastre<\/p>\n

(ah, ce progres ar fi fost
\ndac\u0103 am fi \u00eenaintat numai prin vorbele lui!)<\/p>\n


\nSclipire<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd m\u0103 ating de cuv\u00e2nt
\no sclipire suspin\u0103
\n\u00een mine \u2013 ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen\u0163elepciune primordial\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt o fil\u0103 rupt\u0103
\ndin ve\u015fnicie
\npe acest t\u0103r\u00e2m
\nve\u015fnic nearat, nesem\u0103nat,
\nnecultivat de poezie<\/p>\n

(patrie, mo\u015fie, \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ie de poezie
\n\u00een care tr\u0103iesc tot mai ad\u00e2nc)<\/p>\n

patrie, mo\u015fie, poezie
\nunde m\u0103 simt
\n\u00een siguran\u0163\u0103 \u015fi statornicie
\nc\u0103ci \u015fi eu, Doamne, sunt
\no fil\u0103 rupt\u0103 din ve\u015fnicie<\/p>\n


\n Maria \u2013 tu e\u015fti slava acestui p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu e\u015fti aerul pe care-l c\u00e2nt \u015fi-l respir
\n\u00eenaltul cerului
\npentru care toate-nfloresc<\/p>\n

Tu e\u015fti aceast\u0103 putere
\nce nu-mi apar\u0163ine
\ndar pe care peste tot o \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fesc
\ncu izul poasp\u0103t de p\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

\u015ei gestul t\u0103u
\nlunec\u0103 pe glie
\nla fel de tulbur\u0103tor
\n\u015fi de ne\u00eemplinit \u2013
\nMarie \u2013
\nca slava acestui p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n


\ncuvintele<\/strong><\/p>\n

\tI<\/p>\n

\u00cen cel mai singuratec punct
\najuns-am al singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii mele
\nunde nici singur\u0103tatea
\nnu poate s-ajung\u0103<\/p>\n

\tII<\/p>\n

taci
\n\u015fi vei spune totul:
\nc\u0103ci to\u0163i putea-vor vorbi
\nprin tine cu tine \u00eensu\u0163i <\/p>\n

\tIII<\/p>\n

Ce fericire e
\ns\u0103-l ascul\u0163i
\npe cel carele
\ne\u015fti Tu!<\/p>\n

Traducere de
\nMaria Briedis-Macovei<\/em><\/p>\n


\nCamelia Manuela SAVA<\/strong><\/p>\n

DEP\u0102RTARE. STR\u0102INUL DINTR-UN TABLOU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te admiram \u00eendelung \u2013
\nErai str\u0103inul din tabloul cu rama aurie
\nP\u0103rea c\u0103 \u021bii \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 o scoic\u0103 vie
\nDep\u0103rtarea \u00ee\u021bi rosese coastele, unghiile, maxilarul
\nMu\u0219chii t\u0103i erau \u00eengenunchia\u021bi de dorul infam
\nce te legase de un zid
\nCe a\u0219 mai fi putut face?
\nCum a\u0219 fi trecut peste valurile \u00eentomnate ca s\u0103 ajung p\u00e2n\u0103 la tine?
\nToate \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103rile au pierit
\nPe rama tabloului st\u0103tea \u00eenghesuit verdele ochilor t\u0103i
\nDoar verdele…<\/p>\n


\nCU\u021aITUL DE ARGINT<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am t\u0103iat \u00een inima ta o fereastr\u0103 \u2013
\nde atunci privesc zilnic peisaje diverse
\npictate \u00een roz \u0219i \u00een gri de g\u00e2ndurile tale<\/p>\n

\u00een poligonul unde toate gloan\u021bele trec
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 speran\u021bele albite de a\u0219teptare
\ncu\u021bitul de argint s-a \u00eenfipt ad\u00e2nc
\ntu nu sufereai: iubirea \u00ee\u021bi d\u0103dea noi puteri
\neu \u00ee\u021bi bandajam r\u0103nile
\nsocotind c\u0103
\nfereastra aceea albastr\u0103 era a mea…
\ncu\u021bitul s-a pierdut \u00eentr-un loc tainic ce \u00eemi apar\u021binea
\ndin ziua c\u00e2nd argintul viu te atinsese
\nerai al meu
\ns\u00e2ngele g\u00e2lg\u00e2ia t\u00e2n\u0103r
\nnumai eu am t\u0103iat o fereastr\u0103 albastr\u0103 \u00een inima ta
\nLa apus cu\u021bitul desenase perfid
\no pat\u0103 s\u00e2ngerie
\nera fereastra prin care eu admiram priveli\u0219ti minunate
\nconturate cu grij\u0103 de sufletul t\u0103u frem\u0103t\u00e2nd
\nm\u0103 bucuram de clipele petrecute \u00eempreun\u0103
\niubind mai mult cu\u021bitul
\ndin m\u00e2na mea obosit\u0103
\ntimpul a fost f\u0103cut f\u0103r\u00e2mi\u021be \u0219i –
\nd\u0103ruindu-\u021bi cu\u021bitul acela –
\nm\u0103 muncesc s\u0103 pictez cu r\u00e2vn\u0103 ramele
\npotrivite pentru fereastra din inima ta
\nunde s-a \u00eenfipt ad\u00e2nc
\niubirea r\u0103s\u0103rit\u0103 ca o buruian\u0103
\ndin primul nostru s\u0103rut
\ns-a n\u0103scut amintirea<\/p>\n


\nPove\u0219ti de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
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Despre t\u0103cere \u00een Praga de Aur<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un basm care m-a \u00eenfrico\u0219at \u00een copil\u0103ria ciclului primar a fost \u201eOmul de piatr\u0103\u201d al lui Nicolae Filimon. Cu siguran\u021b\u0103, d\u0103ruindu-mi aceast\u0103 \u201eculegere din literatura noastr\u0103 clasic\u0103\u201d (ESPLA, Bucure\u0219ti, 1958), cu un f\u0103t-frumos \u0219i un cerb cu str\u0103lucitoare coarne de aur pe copert\u0103, p\u0103rin\u021bii nu au b\u0103nuit ce groaz\u0103 aveam s\u0103 \u00eencerc c\u00e2nd Afin, fratele de cruce al lui Dafin, \u00eenfrunt\u00e2nd leg\u0103m\u00e2ntul t\u0103cerii impus de v\u00e2ntul de prim\u0103var\u0103, avea s\u0103 \u00eempietreasc\u0103 progresiv, c\u00e2nd Dafin \u0219i Chiralina aveau s\u0103-i ia \u0219i s\u0103-i p\u0103streze trupul-statuie \u00een odaia lor \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i vor sacrifica pruncul abia n\u0103scut, sc\u0103ld\u00e2nd stana \u00een s\u00e2ngele lui, ca s\u0103-l readuc\u0103 pe Afin la via\u021b\u0103. \u00cen ciuda sf\u00e2r\u0219itului fericit, cruzimea basmului m-a p\u0103zit c\u00e2\u021biva ani de tenta\u021bia recitirii, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd bibliografia \u0219colar\u0103 mi l-a adus \u00een aten\u021bie pe Nicolae Filimon, cu ansamblul crea\u021biei sale. Atunci, \u00eens\u0103, poate dintr-un instinct de protejare al imagina\u021biei de propriile \u00eenchipuiri, g\u00e2ndul s-a mutat \u0219i a st\u0103ruit asupra t\u0103cerii lui Afin \u0219i de acolo asupra t\u0103cerii \u00een general, a diversit\u0103\u021bii \u0219i a valorilor ei, \u00een acel soi de medita\u021bie specific adolescen\u021bei, at\u00e2t de frumos, de cutez\u0103tor tentat\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 lumea. \u0218i poate irepetabil.
\nCel pu\u021bin eu una nu am mai vorbit cu mine \u00eens\u0103mi despre t\u0103cere sau nu mai \u021bin minte s-o fi f\u0103cut p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00eent\u00e2lnirea cu Ioan Nepomuk, pe care \u00eel privisem de nenum\u0103rate ori, aproape tot de at\u00e2tea c\u00e2t biserica romano-catolic\u0103 din centrul Sucevei, o cl\u0103dire masiv\u0103 \u0219i elegant\u0103 din prima jum\u0103tate a secolului al XIX-lea, adic\u0103 de pe vremea Imperiului Austriac, c\u00e2nd a \u0219i fost \u00eenchinat\u0103 sf\u00e2ntului din Boemia. Abia dup\u0103 ce \u00een pia\u021beta din fa\u021ba bisericii a fost inaugurat monumentul dedicat papei Ioan Paul al II-lea, \u00een amintirea vizitei f\u0103cute \u00een urm\u0103 cu zece ani \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, fiind la data aceea singurul existent \u00eentr-un loc public din \u021bara noastr\u0103, m-am uitat cu luare aminte la firida din st\u00e2nga intr\u0103rii \u00een biseric\u0103. A fost ca \u0219i cum \u00eensu\u0219i suveranul pontif i-ar fi re\u00eennoit lumina, st\u0103ruind s\u0103-l cercetez \u00eendeaproape. Sculptat de C. Hofman din Cern\u0103u\u021bi cu un crucifix \u00een bra\u021be, \u021binut cu dulcea\u021ba de care are parte pruncul divin la pieptul maicii sale, cu ochii \u00eentor\u0219i \u00eenl\u0103untru spre zarea \u021binuturilor cere\u0219ti, Sf\u00e2ntul Ioan Nepomuk las\u0103 s\u0103 zboare mute prin buzele \u00eentredeschise cuvintele pove\u0219tii sale.
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Leons BRIEDIS Nu stie nimenea nu \u015ftie nimenea ce se ascunde \u00een urma cuv\u00e2ntului c\u0103ci cuvintele tac \u015fi nu-\u015fi dest\u0103nuie<\/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\/14733"}],"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=14733"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14733\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14740,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14733\/revisions\/14740"}],"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=14733"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14733"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14733"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}