{"id":14743,"date":"2021-05-27T14:33:09","date_gmt":"2021-05-27T11:33:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14743"},"modified":"2021-05-27T14:33:09","modified_gmt":"2021-05-27T11:33:09","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-56-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14743","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 56 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela AIONESEI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Un pl\u00e2ns numit Iisus<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt ani \u0219i ani de c\u00e2nd nimeni
\nnu a mai descheiat c\u0103me\u0219i de in.
\nR\u0103nile gem ca ni\u0219te s\u00e2ni p\u00e2rgui\u021bi
\nner\u0103bd\u0103tori s\u0103 fie s\u0103ruta\u021bi
\nde gura pruncului Iisus.
\nO gean\u0103 de cer st\u0103 pitit\u0103 la izvor.
\n\u00centr-o cruce alb\u0103 Maica Sf\u00e2nt\u0103 pl\u00e2nge.
\nFierea e fierbinte. Somnul n\u0103du\u0219it.
\nVia\u021ba-i v\u00e2rf de lance \u00eenro\u0219ind suspin.
\nFe\u021bi nen\u0103scu\u021bi urc\u0103 dealul \u00een placente de nisip.
\nVinul de pe mas\u0103 se tranform\u0103 \u00een sfin\u021bi.
\nE frig la priveghi. \u0218i frig url\u0103-n oameni.
\nLumina \u00eent\u00e2rzie s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 de\u0219i Soare-i mereu.
\nBinecuv\u00e2nt\u0103rile se opresc la margini de drum
\n\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103. Tot a\u0219teapt\u0103 pe cineva s\u0103-i treac\u0103 pragul…<\/p>\n

Sunt ani \u0219i ani de c\u00e2nd via\u021ba se vinde
\nca o curv\u0103 de lux f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219easc\u0103
\naceea\u0219i soart\u0103 ca Maria Magdalena.
\nFericirea cea de toate zilele este o zbatere
\n\u00eentre coapse mai sub\u021biri sau mai pline.
\nSenza\u021bie de inutil pe care nici m\u0103car
\nlini\u0219tea dinaintea gropii nu o poate salva.
\nS\u0103 speli cu hohote picioare trebuie
\ns\u0103 cuno\u0219ti pr\u0103bu\u0219irea \u00een pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n

Eroii se \u00eentorc cu fruntea \u00een morminte.
\n\u0218i oamenii care au mai r\u0103mas oameni fac la fel.
\nPlesnesc m\u0103ce\u0219ii de ru\u0219ine \u0219i apele se coloreaz\u0103-n s\u00e2nge.
\nO r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 de curcubeu se ascunde \u00een p\u0103dure.
\nBisericile spovedesc vr\u0103biile de pe turl\u0103.
\nC\u0103ci n-are cine…N-are cine s\u0103 mai
\nrup\u0103 pentru s\u0103rmani un codru de p\u00e2ine
\nori s\u0103 \u00eengenuncheze pentru o rug\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sunt ani \u0219i ani de c\u00e2nd nimeni
\nulciorul cu lacrimi nu l-a mai c\u0103utat.
\nDe\u0219i pl\u00e2nge iarba. De\u0219i url\u0103 mieii \u0219i caii
\np\u0103durea \u0219i v\u00e2ntul \u0219i cerul
\n\u0219i Tu, Doamne, te vezi tot mai pu\u021bin.<\/p>\n

Sunt vie\u021bi cheltuite f\u0103r\u0103 rost.
\nSunt vie\u021bi care fug \u00een fiecare zi
\n\u00eentr-un altfel de pl\u00e2ns… <\/p>\n


\nAdrian BOTEZ<\/strong>
\n\"\"

PARTID\u0102 PIERDUT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi de m-am umilit p\u00e2n’ la turbare
\ncine-mi va da-napoi steaua din frunte?
\ndoar Parsifal s\u0103-mi pun\u0103 \u00eentrebare
\ns-aduc Graalul regelui din munte<\/p>\n

\u015fi de-am r\u0103bdat ru\u015fine-ndurerat\u0103
\nce magi v\u0103zut-ai c\u0103 se-ndreapt’ spre mine?
\nmistic\u0103 stea pe cer nu se arat\u0103
\ns-au stins \u00een cer plodirile divine<\/p>\n

deci am pierdut partida vie\u0163ii mele
\nc\u0103ut\u0103ri zadarnic tot v\u00e2nez \u00een zare:
\npo\u0163i doar spori avutul celui care are<\/p>\n

coroan\u0103 nu s-aprinde-n tinichele\u2026
\n\u2026dar dincolo? \u2013 schimba-vom sor\u0163i \u015fi cruguri
\nsau \u2013 v\u00e2lv\u0103t\u0103i \u2013 vom arde-n alte ruguri?<\/p>\n


\nPOESIS
\nLIRA 21<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mihaela GRECU-GEOAGIU <\/strong>
\n (Hunedoara)<\/em>
\n\"\"

adio<\/strong>
\n(…)
\nprietenii mei se \u00eentorc din cer
\ncu avionul ce ascunde \u00een zbor t\u0103i\u0219uri ascu\u021bite de coas\u0103
\n(\u00eengerii nev\u0103z\u0103tori au dat bilete de c\u0103l\u0103torie
\nspre destina\u021bii preg\u0103tite s\u0103 ucid\u0103)
\npoarta cimitirului din copil\u0103rie
\nferecat\u0103 la ultima joac\u0103 de-a baba oarba cu moartea
\nse va deschide \u00eenainte ca soarele s\u0103-\u0219i anun\u021be \u00eens\u00e2ngerarea
\ngropi ren\u0103scute vor hr\u0103ni oasele
\nsp\u0103late de ploile tulburi ale anotimpurilor<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

la cap\u0103tul str\u0103zii cu genunchi scrijeli\u021bi
\nnucul plecat \u00een lumea de nefiin\u021be a arborilor
\nle strig\u0103 numele
\nAndrei z\u00e2mbe\u0219te
\nscheletele oamenilor de z\u0103pad\u0103, mor\u021bi de b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be,
\n\u00eel roag\u0103 s\u0103 umple golul din st\u00e2nga sternului
\nel a\u0219az\u0103 pe r\u00e2nd un glob-inim\u0103, un glob-pl\u0103m\u00e2n, un glob-via\u021b\u0103
\n\u2026\u0219i prive\u0219te spre groap\u0103
\nBogdan z\u00e2mbe\u0219te
\nurc\u0103 zidul ce desparte timpul
\n\u00een dou\u0103 case ce respir\u0103 dintr-o singur\u0103 placent\u0103
\n\u00eel strig\u0103 pe tat\u0103l meu ,,- Mi\u0219ic\u0103\u0103\u201d,
\n(uit\u00e2nd c\u0103 s-a \u00een\u0103l\u021bat \u00eentr-un fo\u0219net de raz\u0103 )
\n\u2026\u0219i prive\u0219te spre groap\u0103<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

prietenii mei se \u00eentorc din p\u0103m\u00e2ntul sem\u0103nat cu aripi
\n\u00een lini\u0219tea ce \u00eengroap\u0103 cuvintele clopotelor
\ncu t\u0103lpi de nori alearg\u0103 prin albia f\u0103r\u0103 maluri pe\u0219ti\u0219orii de aur,
\nnedorindu-\u0219i o ultim\u0103 dorin\u021b\u0103
\nspre piscul zilei \u00eenghe\u021bat din lacrimile mamei \u0219i ale tat\u0103lui,
\n\u0219optindu-mi: ,, \u00een urm\u0103torul joc de-a baba oarba
\nne vom ascunde mult mai bine de secund\u0103,,
\n\u00een iarb\u0103 crucile torc m\u0103duve prea scurte pentru coloana infinitului.<\/p>\n


\ntriste\u021be <\/strong>
\n(Geta \u0219i Erik)<\/em><\/p>\n

copiii escaladeaz\u0103 mun\u021bii unei lumi \u00eenzidite \u00een aspira\u021bii,
\nmai \u00eenalte dec\u00e2t pomul din care pot s\u0103 culeag\u0103 un m\u0103r
\nmai \u00eentunecate dec\u00e2t noaptea \u00een care pot miji dup\u0103 oameni de nea
\nmai inaccesibile dec\u00e2t un joc de-a moartea \u00eentr-un castel virtual,
\nne\u0219tiind c\u0103 zmeii din pove\u0219tile neascultate p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\narunc\u0103 din loc \u00een loc c\u00e2te-o creast\u0103 ascu\u021bit\u0103,
\naltfel dec\u00e2t creioanele abandonate \u00een culoarea copil\u0103riei.
\ncopiii m\u0103soar\u0103 ad\u00e2ncimea mun\u021bilor cu bra\u021bele \u00eengerilor
\ndup\u0103 fiecare joc de-a zborul steagul din v\u00e2rful p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\ne tot mai aproape de t\u0103r\u00e2mul locuit de cavaleri \u00eenaripa\u021bi
\ndup\u0103 fiecare treapt\u0103 sculptat\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2nt
\ndin t\u0103lpile \u00eengreunate de dorul de-a alerga un r\u00e2u
\nprin miezul verde al unui c\u00e2mp de soare
\ncresc aripi albe \u0219i str\u0103lucitoare,
\nmai reci dec\u00e2t z\u0103pada amestecat\u0103
\ncu oasele copacilor nerodi\u021bi, florilor nem\u00e2ng\u00e2iate, p\u0103s\u0103rilor neascultate
\ndup\u0103 fiecare rostogolire spre neant
\nochii juc\u0103u\u0219i rotesc cerul ca pe-un glob de cristal
\ncare a uitat s\u0103 \u00eemplineasc\u0103 cel mai cutez\u0103tor g\u00e2nd d\u0103ruit de oamenii mari.<\/p>\n


\nextrasenzorial<\/strong><\/p>\n

scoatem pietrele din glasul r\u0103nilor cu palmele \u00eempreunate \u0219i le \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m s\u0103 zboare \u00eentr-un trup nou albindu-le
\nde zbuciumul eroilor \u00eengropa\u021bi \u00een iarba nev\u0103zut\u0103 a p\u0103cii
\ncu arme m\u00e2nuite de prieteni
\nde tremurul continuu al p\u0103rin\u021bilor uita\u021bi de via\u021b\u0103
\n\u00een col\u021bul unde \u00eengerul nu mai cunoa\u0219te c\u0103rarea, nu mai roste\u0219te rug\u0103ciuni, nu mai \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 cu lumin\u0103,
\nde umbrele ad\u00e2ncite \u00een lacrim\u0103 pe obrajii copiilor
\n\u00eenfrigura\u021bi, \u00eenfometa\u021bi, \u00eentrista\u021bi
\nde ochii bolnavilor \u00eencrez\u0103tori \u00een spitalele r\u0103mase f\u0103r\u0103 doza de s\u00e2nge
\nde dragostea neauzit\u0103 \u00een p\u00e2ntec, nerostit\u0103 \u00een copil\u0103rie, tr\u0103dat\u0103 \u00een adolescen\u021b\u0103, pierdut\u0103 la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be,
\nde limbile legate din prea mult\u0103 poft\u0103 de a st\u0103p\u00e2ni
\ngr\u00e2ul, apa \u0219i g\u00e2ndurile
\noamenilor, oamenilor, oamenilor
\n\u2026 \u00eentr-un trup nou aud pietrele rotunjindu-se din m\u0103duva crucilor.<\/p>\n


\nportretul unui dor<\/strong><\/p>\n

nop\u021bile deschid o floare de lotus
\ndin sunetul unei pietre de ap\u0103
\nstele desfrunzite de \u00eentuneric
\nleap\u0103d\u0103 apusul
\nprintre coroanele t\u0103cute ale ar\u021barilor
\ng\u00e2ndul nu mai vibreaz\u0103 \u00een umbrele scunde ale inimilor
\npas\u0103rea nu-\u0219i mai cercuie\u0219te din zbor un cuib
\n\u2026 doar bra\u021bele unui dor
\na\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00een lumini\u0219 cerul unui copil de senin<\/p>\n


\nintro<\/strong><\/p>\n

lipesc urechea de pl\u00e2nsul mamei
\ndincolo de p\u00e2ntec
\nglasul s\u0103biilor
\ntaie mugurii albi ce \u00eenal\u021b\u0103-n soare iubirea
\nsufletul se na\u0219te \u00een ape curate?!
\nun murmur de lacrim\u0103
\nlimpeze\u0219te pietre ascu\u021bite de oameni
\n\u00een inimi nen\u0103scute de p\u0103s\u0103ri
\numbre \u00eentunecate
\nsucomb\u0103 sub maluri senine
\naripi t\u00e2rzii ating sur\u00e2sul unui cer<\/p>\n


\nm\u0103rturisire<\/strong><\/p>\n

oamenii care \u021bineau \u00een palm\u0103 inima
\nerau aceia\u0219i care zideau nop\u021bi \u00een sufletul
\n\u00eenfometat descul\u021b \u00eensetat
\noamenii care luminau \u00een piept un flutur
\nerau aceia\u0219i care stingeau \u00een cer c\u00e2te-o stea
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ce zborul c\u0103dea desfrunzit de lumin\u0103
\noamenii care ascultau zbuciumul g\u00e2ndurilor
\nerau aceia\u0219i care zdrobeau rotulele
\nne\u0219tiind c\u0103 t\u0103lpile aveau ochi de umblat
\noamenii care m\u00e2ncau la mas\u0103 din azim\u0103
\nerau aceia\u0219i care vindeau dragostea
\npentru treizeci de argin\u021bi
\noamenii erau aceia\u0219i pe care \u00eei iubeam<\/p>\n


\nMaria GR\u0102DINARU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Volum de debut: \u201eVisul crisalidei\u201d, Editura Ars Longa (2014)
\nAl doilea volum de versuri: \u201eTriplu sec\u201d, Art Book (2016)<\/p>\n

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

nu \u015ftiu cum e la tine
\ndar eu mor de c\u00e2teva ori pe zi<\/p>\n

ori m\u0103 bucur prea mult
\nori m\u0103 \u00eempiedic de vreo triste\u021be
\nun ,,hopa-mitic\u0103\u201d
\n\u00eentr-o via\u021b\u0103 prea scurt\u0103
\npentru o poezie<\/p>\n


\nfericirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-ar fi pl\u0103cut s\u0103 fii at\u00e2t de curajoas\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 renun\u0163i la efemeritate de dragul meu
\nmi-ar fi pl\u0103cut s\u0103 fii at\u00e2t de curajoas\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 nu fii nevoit\u0103 s\u0103 min\u0163i<\/p>\n

mi-ar fi pl\u0103cut s\u0103 fiu at\u00e2t de curajoas\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 te pot citi pe \u00eendelete<\/p>\n


\nsufletului meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

de-ai fi r\u0103mas o utopie
\no simpl\u0103 zbatere \u00een lut
\nce drum senin prin poezie
\na\u015f fi avut<\/p>\n


\n Any TUDORAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u201eMi-am \u00eenceput activitatea literar\u0103 \u00een cadrul cenaclului Lira21 sub \u00eendrumarea Cristinei \u0218tefan, fondatoarea \u0219i sufletul acestui proiect deosebit, care va r\u0103m\u00e2ne un reper pentru mul\u021bi poe\u021bi deveni\u021bi azi cunoscu\u021bi \u00een diferite publica\u021bii literare\u201d. <\/p>\n

mi-au c\u0103zut nasturii de la cuvinte<\/strong><\/p>\n

din memoria colectiv\u0103 am re\u021binut o zi
\nc\u00e2nd mi-au c\u0103zut nasturii de la cuvinte
\n\u0219i am r\u0103mas \u00eens\u0103rcinat\u0103 cu limba rom\u00e2n\u0103
\natunci ne-am \u00eencol\u0103cit starea
\n\u00een singurul ochi al m\u0103rii
\nr\u0103mas deschis peste noapte
\nnu mai re\u021bin momentul c\u00e2nd au c\u0103zut \u00een gol
\nde la etajul tragediilor nescrise
\nsp\u00e2nzurate de funia sau furia ideilor\u2026<\/p>\n


\nultimul faliment sentimental<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd te-am v\u0103zut ultima dat\u0103
\npurtai col\u021bul zilei pe um\u0103r ca un trofeu
\ndin ultimul faliment sentimental
\nc\u0103zut victorios sub fustele unui trecut prematur
\nploua la org\u0103 c\u00e2nta un naist cam beat
\nm\u00e2inile escaladau mun\u021bii insomniei \u00een v\u00e2rful degetelor
\npe versantul sudic al respira\u021biei
\n\u021bineai str\u00e2ns \u00een bra\u021be t\u0103cerile mele
\nobosite de at\u00e2tea plec\u0103ri \u0219i sosiri
\nhabar nu ai c\u00e2t \u021bi-am iubit urechea aia afon\u0103
\nsensibil\u0103 la cuvinte de alint<\/p>\n


\npisica lui Schrodinger<\/strong><\/p>\n

tr\u0103iesc \u00eentr-un cuptor universal
\na\u0219tept precum pisica lui schr\u00f6dinger
\ns\u0103 sparg\u0103 cineva flaconul cu otrav\u0103
\nsper \u00eentr-o dematerializare u\u0219oar\u0103
\ns\u0103-mi f\u00e2lf\u00e2ie suflul decapitat
\nca un steag de ziua na\u021bional\u0103
\npe cupola prim\u0103riei din eden
\nnu chema\u021bi popii s\u0103-mi c\u00e2nte prohodul
\nm\u0103 plictisesc de moarte
\nc\u00e2ntecele biserice\u0219ti l\u0103l\u0103ite de cantor
\nmai bine \u00eenregistrarea de pe youtube
\n\u201dAmazing Grace\u201d
\ns\u0103-mi pl\u00e2ng inmorm\u00e2ntarea
\ncu sughi\u021buri u\u0219oare
\nde poman\u0103 vreau doar o cafea \u0219i o \u021bigar\u0103
\npe cea mai \u00eenalt\u0103 teras\u0103 umbrit\u0103 de toamn\u0103
\ns\u0103-mi fie tranzi\u021bia mai lin\u0103\u2026
\nla bodega din col\u021b
\ncuvintele cad ame\u021bite sub mas\u0103
\nobosite de agita\u021bia inutil\u0103 a zilei
\nc\u00e2\u021biva v\u00e2rstnici
\n\u00eennoad\u0103 amintiri \u00eentr-un col\u021b de batist\u0103
\ncon\u0219tien\u021bi c\u0103 adun\u0103 firimituri
\npentru un drum f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere
\ndoar o bufni\u021b\u0103 abuzat\u0103 de plictiseal\u0103
\nmo\u021b\u0103ie lini\u0219tit\u0103 pe creang\u0103
\ndup\u0103 un orgasm decent
\npetrecut \u00een ultima p\u0103dure virgin\u0103…<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

mama a plecat s\u0103 spele podeaua cerului
\npentru rug\u0103ciunea de diminea\u021b\u0103
\ns\u0103 ude florile raiului \u0219i poteca
\npe care ne a\u0219teapt\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\nva veni vremea…
\nuneori ne prive\u0219te bl\u00e2nd
\nprin ochii unui porumbel pl\u0103p\u00e2nd<\/p>\n


\ninsula<\/strong><\/p>\n

a\u0219 putea s\u0103-\u021bi descriu peisaje ireale
\ns\u0103 disloc ploi toren\u021biale din indii
\npeste canicula verii
\ns\u0103 topesc fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103rile unui timp
\ninfestat de politici incendiare
\ndar efortul imaginar ar fi inutil
\nam \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit de prea multe ori
\nm\u0103 simt precum o draperie
\nabandonat\u0103 \u00eentr-un decor pr\u0103fuit
\nr\u0103scolesc \u00een mald\u0103rul trecutului
\nca-n magazinul de solduri
\ndintr-o sta\u021biune marin\u0103 cu \u0219taif
\nazi reneg toate v\u00e2rstele
\ncroite dup\u0103 tiparele vremii
\nsper s\u0103 g\u0103sesc insula
\nunde cineva este ve\u0219nic acas\u0103
\nne prime\u0219te cu ghirlande de flori
\n\u0219i felii de pepene galben<\/p>\n


\nmaidanul cu p\u0103p\u0103dii<\/strong><\/p>\n

am impresia c\u0103 m-am re\u00eencarnat degeaba
\n\u00eenc\u0103 n-am reu\u0219it s\u0103-\u021bi scriu
\ncea mai frumoas\u0103 poezie de dragoste
\nn-am asimilat formula \u00een cuvinte
\niar tu te-ai re\u00eencarnat mereu
\nla mii de kilometri distan\u021b\u0103
\no singur\u0103 dat\u0103 ne-am sincronizat
\nc\u00e2nd ne-am recunoscut instantaneu
\npe un peron plin de solda\u021bi \u0219i c\u00e2ini
\npa\u0219ii ne-au purtat
\nspre aceea\u0219i camer\u0103 lugubr\u0103
\natunci cenu\u0219a s-a amestecat
\nat\u00e2t de intim \u00eenc\u00e2t
\nam hr\u0103nit o prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103
\nmaidanul cu p\u0103p\u0103dii<\/p>\n


\nLumini\u021ba ZAHARIA <\/strong>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut pe 30 septembrie 1964, \u00een Turnu M\u0103gurele, jude\u0163ul Teleorman; economist (A.S.E. Bucure\u0219ti, facultatea Finan\u021be-Contabilitate, 1988). Debut publicistic cu versuri la ziarul Teleormanul (1991) \u0219i, \u00een volum, cu Lec\u0163ii de melancolie, Alexandria, Ed. Teleormanul Liber (1997).<\/p>\n

Volume publicate:
\nLec\u0163ii de melancolie, Alexandria, Ed. Teleormanul Liber (1997);
\nSingur\u0103 prin Uchronia, Alexandria, Ed. Teleormanul Liber (1999);
\nFulgerul love\u015fte o singur\u0103 dat\u0103, Alexandria, Ed. Teleormanul Liber (2003);
\nContraste, Bucure\u015fti, Ed. Eminescu (2005);
\nTotul c\u00eent\u0103-n jurul meu!, Bucure\u015fti, Ed. Eminescu (2007);
\nAre mama dou\u0103 fete, Bucure\u015fti, Ed. Eminescu (2008);
\nB\u0103iatul cu c\u0103r\u0163ile, Bucure\u015fti, Ed. Eminescu (2009)
\nTu \u00eens\u0103mi, \u00eensu\u0163i eu – dialoguri lirice, coautor Cristian \u0162\u00eerlea, Ed. Editgraph, Buz\u0103u (2012)
\nSingularia tantum, Buz\u0103u, ed. Editgraph (2013)
\nTranscrierea fonetic\u0103 a iubirii, Adjud, Ed. Armonii culturale (2014)
\nFantezii cu Mi\u015fu (proz\u0103 scurt\u0103), Adjud, Ed. Armonii culturale (2015)
\nLumini\u0163a de la cap\u0103tul tunelului, R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat, ed. Rafet, 2015, volum premiat \u00een cadrul Festivalului interna\u0163ional Titel Constantinescu
\nC\u0103l\u0103torie de pl\u0103cere, Adjud, Ed. Armonii culturale (2015)
\nAcronimele lui Pascal (proz\u0103 scurt\u0103), Bucure\u015fti, Ed. Semne (2015)
\nAcronimele lui Pascal (proz\u0103 scurt\u0103), reeditare, Timi\u015foara, Ed. Eurostampa (2016)
\nYeti \u00eentr-un bloc de ghea\u021b\u0103, Bucure\u0219ti, ed. Astralis, 2017
\nPrezent\u0103 \u00een numeroase antologii sau almanahuri literare.<\/p>\n

carpe diem<\/strong><\/p>\n

e at\u00e2t de obositor s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti clipa
\nclip\u0103 dup\u0103 clip\u0103
\nla nesf\u00e2r\u0219it<\/p>\n

fiecare clip\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i cere dreptul la via\u021ba ta
\nte folose\u0219te te uzeaz\u0103
\nsindromul burn-out se instaleaz\u0103 ho\u021be\u0219te
\najungi s\u0103 te t\u00e2r\u0103\u0219ti pe urmele b\u0103t\u0103torite
\nale clipelor tr\u0103ite deja<\/p>\n

nu s-a n\u0103scut clipa
\ncare s\u0103 renun\u021be
\ns\u0103 treac\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine
\ns\u0103 se tr\u0103iasc\u0103 singur\u0103, parazita de ea<\/p>\n

\u00eenv\u0103\u021ba\u021bi-m\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 sustrag clipei
\ns\u0103 n-o mai tr\u0103iesc
\nsau m\u0103car<\/p>\n

s\u0103 n-o mai tr\u0103iesc p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\n
\n\u00een stilul meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een stilul meu construiesc poezia
\nca o An\u0103 care-l zide\u0219te nepremeditat pe Manole
\nca o cap-\u00een-nori privind c\u0103tre drob
\n(cerul e muuult prea sus)
\npoezie naiv\u0103 cu accente de inteligen\u021b\u0103 spun unii
\ncu toane de copil r\u0103zg\u00e2iat<\/p>\n

\u00een stilul meu m\u0103 fac c\u0103 tr\u0103iesc
\nca \u0219i cum m-a\u0219 scrie posterit\u0103\u021bii
\nca \u0219i cum aici n-a\u0219 mai avea nimic de pierdut<\/p>\n

\u00een stilul meu mi se face dor \u0219i m\u0103 caut haotic
\ndar niciodat\u0103 nu m\u0103 ajung
\ndezorientat\u0103 cum sunt
\n(care e dreapta care e st\u00e2nga
\nniciodat\u0103 n-am priceput)<\/p>\n

\u00een stilul meu
\nmi-e bine c\u00e2nd mi-e r\u0103u
\n mi-e r\u0103u c\u00e2nd mi-e bine
\n \u00een stilul meu adun cu greu
\n (colec\u021bionar \u00eenn\u0103scut!)
\n ce-a mai r\u0103mas
\n din mine<\/p>\n


\nstand-up comedy<\/strong><\/p>\n

st\u0103 \u00een picioare comedia
\ne pedepsit\u0103 c-a tri\u0219at
\no lacrim\u0103-i sclipea \u00een ochiul st\u00e2ng
\nc\u00e2nd ne-am ciocnit la bal mascat
\ni-am auzit chiar inima b\u0103t\u00e2nd
\n\u0219i nu oricum \u2013 \u00een ritm precipitat
\nera \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103, presupun
\nde jockerul prea \u00eendelung blamat
\nc\u0103 tot schimbau ocheade \u0219i bezele
\nc\u0103 tot dansau un tango demodat
\nst\u0103, m\u00e2ndr\u0103, \u00een picioare, comedia
\nnu are chef de-autodenun\u021bat<\/p>\n

eu, p\u00e2r\u00e2cioasa, nu regret nimic
\nprea mi-a furat mereu lozul din plic!<\/p>\n


\nspor de ru\u0219ine<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenal\u021bi dreg\u0103tori de destine
\nv\u0103 rog, ocupa\u021bi-v\u0103 azi \u0219i de mine
\nvin cu-o peti\u021bie-n b\u0103\u021b \u2013 \u0219i v\u0103 cer
\nrecunoa\u0219terea demnit\u0103\u021bii pierdute
\nde a fi gunoier!<\/p>\n

c\u0103-n fiecare zi str\u00e2ng con\u0219tiincioas\u0103 gunoaie
\nle sp\u0103l cu ap\u0103 imaculat\u0103 de ploaie
\nle reciclez, salvez constant natura
\nde tot ce oamenii m\u00e2njesc cu gura
\n\u00eenjur\u0103turile devin astfel alint\u0103ri
\ncojile de suflet \u2013 praf de astre
\n\u0219i nu m\u0103 dau \u00eenapoi niciodat\u0103
\nde la puricatul gre\u0219alelor noastre!<\/p>\n

piept\u0103n \u021bepii arice\u0219ti ai blaz\u0103rii
\ncu glasspapier fr\u0103gezesc sufle\u021bele
\nlipesc cu clei de oase cioburile vis\u0103rii
\npun fracturi de g\u00e2nduri \u00een atele!
\ninten\u021biilor bune pierdute pe drum
\nle ofer ochelari de soare
\n\u00eenlocuiesc sintagma care-pe-care
\ncu ia-s\u0103-vedem-cine-este-mai-bun!<\/p>\n

nimic nu arunc, nimic nu distrug
\nnimic nu e ocolit de speran\u021b\u0103
\n\u00eenal\u021bi dreg\u0103tori, onorat\u0103 instan\u021b\u0103
\nla mine nu \u021bine
\ncu un am\u0103r\u00e2t de spor de ru\u0219ine
\nnu pot fi cump\u0103rat\u0103 pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u2013 nici \u00een cer!
\nreda\u021bi-mi doar demnitatea pierdut\u0103
\nde a fi gunoier!<\/p>\n


\nCarmen Tania GRIGORE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

N\u0103scut\u0103 la 18 mai 1962, \u00een Nehoiu, jud Buz\u0103u; domiciliat\u0103 \u00een Bra\u0219ov.<\/p>\n

Scrie poezie de la 12-13ani, debut \u00een 1977 prin premiul 1 la un concurs na\u021bional de poezie pentru copii organizat de revista \u201eCutez\u0103torii\u201d, sub egida poetului Mihai Negulescu.\t<\/p>\n

C\u0103r\u021bi publicate:
\nDebut cu volumul Pulsul \u021b\u0103r\u00e2nii, poezie, Ed. Rafet, Rm. S\u0103rat, 2009.<\/p>\n

Proz\u0103:
\nComoara din suflet – convorbiri cu Alexandra Wilson-Noica, Ed Lorilav, august 2010.<\/p>\n

Poezie:
\nMinutul de sinceritate – iunie 2011;
\nUn sezon c\u00e2t o via\u021b\u0103 \u2013 aprilie 2012, Ed Editgraph, Buz\u0103u
\nSecven\u021bial\/ Sequentially – edi\u0163ie bilingv\u0103 rom\u00e2no-englez\u0103, iunie 2017, Ed. Teocora, Buz\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Membr\u0103 a cenaclului literar on line \u201eLira 21\u201d.
\nMembr\u0103 Liga scriitorilor rom\u00e2ni, filiala Bra\u0219ov, din iulie 2010. <\/p>\n

o variant\u0103 de iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n

te a\u0219tept l\u00e2ng\u0103 piatra \u00eencins\u0103
\nmi-a spus Umbra
\n\u0219i a intrat \u00een pielea unui
\nb\u0103rbat gr\u0103bit spre niciunde
\nca argument mi-a zorn\u0103it
\no leg\u0103tur\u0103 de chei monogramate
\nun gest inutil
\noricum nu mai culeg de mult
\npromisiuni ofilite
\nam adunat at\u00e2tea absen\u021be
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t moartea m\u0103 invidiaz\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00eemi calc\u0103 pe urme
\ndar
\nnumai aplec\u00e2ndu-se deasupra inimii
\n\u00eemi poate fura singur\u0103tatea<\/p>\n


\no nou\u0103 provocare<\/strong><\/p>\n

repausul devine amenin\u021b\u0103tor
\nfelin \u0219i demonic
\na\u0219teptarea iat\u0103-
\nnu mai e de mult a\u0219teptare
\neste un hiat
\n\u00eentre dou\u0103 promisiuni<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd m\u0103 deta\u0219ez de cuvinte
\nun \u00eenger m\u0103 poart\u0103 \u00een les\u0103<\/p>\n

nu-mi r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t
\ns\u0103 inventez
\nun model de capcan\u0103
\npe care s\u0103 o las
\n\u00een spa\u021biul dintre amintiri<\/p>\n

un fel de marsupiu devorator<\/p>\n

o nou\u0103 provocare
\na st\u0103rii de supravie\u021buire.<\/p>\n


\nglorie neamului meu <\/strong><\/p>\n

din mun\u021bi se revars\u0103
\nlava unei gesta\u021bii
\ncu termen dep\u0103\u0219it
\ndurerea e vizual\u0103
\n\u0219i iat\u0103
\nse \u00eente\u021be\u0219te
\nsuflul fierbinte
\nal ad\u00e2ncului
\nexpulz\u00e2nd un p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ncare iese cu strig\u0103tul
\n\u00een afara legii
\nun p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ncare-\u0219i \u021bine
\npatria str\u00e2ns\u0103 la piept
\n\u0219i s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103
\nca un robinet
\nuitat deschis<\/p>\n

glorie celor f\u0103r\u0103 limite
\n\u00een rug\u0103ciune
\nca \u0219i cum
\ncuvintele nici nu au fost
\n\u00eentrebuin\u021bate
\nca \u0219i cum
\ninima lor
\na fost \u00eentoars\u0103 pe dos
\n\u0219i scuturat\u0103
\nde toate p\u0103catele
\n\u0219tiute \u0219i ne\u0219tiute
\n\u00eenve\u0219nicindu-le neamul
\npoveste<\/p>\n

\u00een\u021beleg povestea
\n\u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\npot recunoa\u0219te acum
\nb\u0103rbatul furibund
\nprivirea aceea din
\nfereastra acuzatoare<\/p>\n

cu frunze el gesticula disperat
\nchinuit de cuv\u00e2nt
\niar s\u00e2ngele \u00eei curgea din degete
\n\u00eentr-o cenu\u0219\u0103 devoratoare<\/p>\n

\u00een\u021beleg acum
\nnu-\u0219i putea aduna
\npumnul pierdut
\n\u00een iceberguri
\nsparte de tr\u0103dare.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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