{"id":14757,"date":"2021-05-29T18:32:16","date_gmt":"2021-05-29T15:32:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14757"},"modified":"2021-05-29T18:32:16","modified_gmt":"2021-05-29T15:32:16","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-56-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14757","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 56 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela MALEA STROE <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218i tot tanti Tatiana o pov\u0103\u021buia s\u0103 scoat\u0103 verigheta de pe deget, s\u0103 n-o mai poarte, c\u0103 a\u0219a \u00eel \u021bine legat de lumea asta pe cel plecat \u0219i nu e bine. Nici pentru el, nici pentru ea.
\nRecitesc ce-am scris c\u00e2ndva. \u201eTanti Tatiana o pov\u0103\u021buia pe Bogdana\u201d. Adic\u0103 pe mine, cea din carte \u0219i din afara c\u0103r\u021bii. \u0218i-mi amintesc bine nu doar spusele vecinei Tatiana. B\u0103tr\u00e2na m\u0103 sf\u0103tuia, cu voce oracular\u0103, \u00een numele unor credin\u021be str\u0103vechi sau al unor supersti\u021bii izvor\u00e2te din ad\u00e2ncul uitat al vremii. Scoaterea verighetei ar fi \u00eensemnat \u201edezlegare\u201d pentru am\u00e2ndoi \u00eentru continuarea drumurilor noastre, fiecare \u00een lumea lui. Ar fi \u00eensemnat ie\u0219ire din cercul leg\u0103m\u00e2ntului \u201ep\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd moartea ne va desp\u0103r\u021bi\u201d. Sau sfatul ei venea \u00een numele unui bun-sim\u021b ancestral, care se \u00eent\u00e2lne\u0219te, iat\u0103, cu ce-mi recomanda Ilinca, de la tribuna psihologiei moderne. Ilinca m-a certat, odat\u0103, c\u00e2nd ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een parcul bisericii, c\u0103, dup\u0103 opt ani de la decesul lui Tudor, \u00eenc\u0103 purtam verigheta. Aveam s\u0103 aflu, de\u0219i ea, delicat\u0103, nu mi-a spus, c\u0103 psihologii consider\u0103 \u201edoliu patologic\u201d p\u0103strarea verighetei mai mult de un an pe degetul \u201ejum\u0103t\u0103\u021bii\u201d r\u0103mase \u00een ast\u0103 lume. Cu alte cuvinte, pentru speciali\u0219ti, e un indiciu c\u0103 supravie\u021buitorul s-a cam scr\u00e2ntit.
\nTudor a plecat din ast\u0103 lume f\u0103r\u0103 verighet\u0103. Dup\u0103 nunt\u0103, dup\u0103 luna de miere, n-o prea purtase, r\u0103m\u0103sese \u00eentr-o caset\u0103. Socrii mi-au spus s-o las acolo, s\u0103 le r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 copiilor, iar pe inelarul lui Tudor \u201es\u0103 punem o verighet\u0103 ieftin\u0103, de argint sau de inox. A\u0219a e bine, dac\u0103 a fost \u00eensurat, s\u0103 plece cu verighet\u0103 pe lumea cealalt\u0103\u201d. S-a l\u0103sat cu un strop de sup\u0103rare la \u00eengrop\u0103ciune c\u00e2nd socrii au constat c\u0103 nimeni, nici eu, nici rudele, nu se \u00eengrijise s\u0103 cumpere verigheta-surogat.
\nNu \u00een\u021beleg: cine z\u0103bove\u0219te pe-aici \u2013 s\u0103 nu mai poarte verighet\u0103, iar cine pleac\u0103 s-o poarte pe veci? Cum r\u0103m\u00e2ne cu \u201eleg\u0103tura\u201d de care zicea tanti Tatiana? Bine m\u0103car c\u0103 aceia care pleac\u0103 nu mai au de-a face cu interpret\u0103rile \u0219i pis\u0103logeala psihologilor.
\nEu am purtat-o… Miruna m-a ghicit:
\n\u2013 Tu por\u021bi verigheta nu dintr-un fel de fidelitate nes\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103, o por\u021bi ca s\u0103 te apere de curtezani \u0219i de avansuri nedorite. Ai f\u0103cut din verighet\u0103 un mesaj la vedere c\u0103… nu e\u0219ti disponibil\u0103. De parc\u0103, dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103, zodiile \u0219i scripturile din t\u0103riile cerului ar \u021bine cont de mesajul t\u0103u.
\nTot ea \u00eemi prorocise, pe tonul cunoscut, de preoteas\u0103 p\u0103g\u00e2n\u0103, c\u0103 \u201eatunci c\u00e2nd va veni vremea s-o sco\u021bi de pe deget, vei \u0219ti. \u00ce\u021bi va da un semn inima ta, sau mintea ta, sau trupul t\u0103u, sau un vis pe trezie, sau chiar cercul de aur de pe inelar… Atunci vei \u0219ti \u0219i orice \u00eempotrivire va fi de prisos\u201d.
\nSe cuvine s\u0103 recunosc: s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat \u00eentocmai. A fost straniu. Terminasem de scris Prima carte \u2013 credeam c\u0103 asta-i tot, gata!, s-a \u00eencheiat \u2013 nici nu-i spusesem pe-atunci \u201eprima carte\u201d, \u00eei spusesem, simplu, \u201eCazul Bogdana Serafim\u201d, neb\u0103nuind c\u0103 va veni \u0219i o clip\u0103 a C\u0103r\u021bii a doua…, de\u0219i Miruna m\u0103 avertizase c\u0103 nu pun punct istorisirii c\u00e2nd vreau eu. Terminasem de scris, f\u0103cusem r\u00e2nduial\u0103 prin cas\u0103, \u00eemi reluasem, la birou, traducerile-sarcin\u0103-de-serviciu… c\u00e2nd, \u00eentr-o noapte, m\u0103 treze\u0219te din somn un fel de arsur\u0103 pe inelar. Sim\u021beam c\u0103 m\u0103 str\u00e2nge, c\u0103 m\u0103 arde verigheta. Am r\u0103sucit-o de c\u00e2teva ori pe deget, senza\u021bia a disp\u0103rut \u0219i am adormit imediat. Peste zi \u2013 nimic! Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva nop\u021bi… din nou! Arsur\u0103, str\u00e2nsoare \u2013 acela\u0219i remediu ca prima dat\u0103. Diminea\u021ba verific dac\u0103 nu cumva mi s-au umflat degetele. Nu. Totul pare \u00een ordine, pot r\u0103suci verigheta, o pot scoate de pe deget \u0219i o pot pune \u00eenapoi cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103, epiderma e curat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 irita\u021bii, f\u0103r\u0103 escuam\u0103ri, exclud o cauz\u0103 dermatologic\u0103. \u00cens\u0103, \u00een urm\u0103toarele trei nop\u021bi, senza\u021bia se amplific\u0103, nu mai cedeaz\u0103 \u0219i nu mai pot adormi. Musai s\u0103 scot verigheta. O pun, b\u00e2jb\u00e2ind, pe m\u0103su\u021ba de l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, de unde o iau c\u00e2nd m\u0103 trezesc \u0219i… o port din nou, c\u00e2t e ziua de lung\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 nici o problem\u0103. N-o sun pe Miruna s\u0103-i spun ce p\u0103\u021besc, dar \u00eei povestesc, \u00een pu\u021bine cuvinte, Karinei, la birou, c\u00e2nd trece s\u0103-mi aduc\u0103 un top de h\u00e2rtie pentru xerox.
\n\u2013 \u021ai se umfl\u0103 degetele peste noapte? m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103.
\n\u2013 Habar n-am, \u00eei r\u0103spund. Uneori, c\u00e2nd treb\u0103luiesc mult sau c\u00e2nd car saco\u0219e grele, se mai umfl\u0103 \u00een timpul zilei, dar nu at\u00e2t \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 fi sim\u021bit vreodat\u0103 senza\u021bia asta care m\u0103 tot treze\u0219te din somn.
\n\u00centrebarea ei \u00eemi d\u0103 ideea s\u0103 fac un experiment. Vreme de \u0219apte nop\u021bi, scot de cu seara verigheta, o las pe m\u0103su\u021b\u0103, \u0219i pun pe deget, \u00een locul ei, un inel de aur cu safir, primit demult \u00een dar de la mama, inel care are exact aceea\u0219i dimensiune cu verigheta. \u0218i… \u2013 ce s\u0103 vezi?! \u2013 somn de voie, p\u00e2n\u0103 sun\u0103 de\u0219tept\u0103torul!
\nStraniu, nu? Miruna ar spune, desigur, c\u0103 e un semn. \u0218i c\u0103 eu m\u0103 leg la ochi, m\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nez s\u0103-l reneg. Poate c\u0103 asta fac, pentru c\u0103, iat\u0103, m\u0103 hot\u0103r\u0103sc s\u0103 merg la bijutier. \u00cei cer doamnei (c\u0103 o doamn\u0103 m\u0103 prime\u0219te z\u00e2mbind c\u00e2nd intru la \u201eGold & Silver\u201d, bijuteria din cartier) s\u0103 \u00eentind\u0103 pu\u021bin verigheta. \u00cei spun c\u0103 m\u0103 deranjeaz\u0103 \u2013 a\u0219a i-am spus, \u201em\u0103 deranjeaz\u0103\u201d, nu mi-a venit a-i spune m\u0103 str\u00e2nge, pentru c\u0103 a v\u0103zut \u0219i doamna c\u00e2t de u\u0219or a ie\u0219it de pe inelar. Iar dac\u0103 i-a\u0219 fi spus m\u0103 arde… probabil m-ar fi trimis la plimbare, sau… la pompieri, sau ar fi sunat, prudent, la ambulan\u021b\u0103.
\n\u2013 Uita\u021bi bonul, m\u00e2ine e gata, pute\u021bi veni s\u0103 o lua\u021bi.
\n\u00cenc\u0103 o noapte lini\u0219tit\u0103, cu inelul de la mama pe inelar. A doua zi, \u00een drum de la birou spre cas\u0103, intru la \u201eGold & Silver\u201d, \u00eemi recuperez verigheta \u0219i o pun direct pe deget. Da, e chiar lejer\u0103 acum, aproape \u201ejoac\u0103\u201d. S\u0103 vedem ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 la noapte. Adorm. Nu trece mult p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd senza\u021bia care \u00eemi fr\u00e2nge \u0219i \u00eenfr\u00e2nge somnul reapare, mai bogat: arsur\u0103, str\u00e2nsoare, \u00een\u021bep\u0103turi, impresia c\u0103 marginile verighetei au devenit t\u0103ioase. O scot \u0219i o cercetez, la lumina veiozei, s\u0103 v\u0103d dac\u0103, \u00een urma \u201etratamentului\u201d la care a supus-o \u201eGold & Silver\u201d, nu i s-au sub\u021biat marginile p\u00e2n\u0103-ntr-at\u00e2t \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103… Nu, marginile sunt bl\u00e2nde. Oricum, predominant\u0103 \u00een ce simt eu e arsura. Oare ce-ar zice Ilinca? Oare ce-ar zice Jung? Ce-ar zice Freud nu m\u0103 intereseaz\u0103, c\u0103 dumnealui nu prea \u0219tie s\u0103 fac\u0103 diferen\u021ba subtil\u0103 \u00eentre obsesie \u0219i statornicie. Pe tanti Tatiana n-o pot \u00eentreba ce p\u0103rere are, c\u0103, \u00een urm\u0103 cu doi ani (sau or fi deja trei?!), s-a mutat, t\u0103cut\u0103,… din moarte la via\u021b\u0103. Probabil mi-ar repro\u0219a c\u0103 n-am dat ascultare pove\u021belor ei ne\u0219tiin\u021bifice, dar \u00een\u021belepte.
\nI-am scris am\u0103nun\u021bit lui Peter care mi-a r\u0103spuns f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie prea mirat de \u00eent\u00e2mplare. \u201eCred c\u0103 prietena ta Miruna are dreptate. S\u0103 nu respingi, drag\u0103 Bogdana, posibilitatea asta. D\u0103 o \u0219ans\u0103 lucrurilor greu de \u00een\u021beles \u0219i tainelor s\u0103 fac\u0103 parte din via\u021ba ta.\u201d A\u0219a mi-a scris. Am jonglat c\u00e2teva s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, purt\u00e2nd verigheta doar \u00een timpul zilei, ca s\u0103 nu-mi mai sminteasc\u0103, \u00een toiul nop\u021bii, somnul. \u00centr-o bun\u0103 zi am pus-o la p\u0103strare \u00een caset\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 verigheta lui Tudor. Am pus-o \u00een caset\u0103 \u00eentr-o vineri. Pe c\u00e2nd mijeau zorile cu ger \u0219i promoroac\u0103 ale zilei de… An Nou pe stil vechi. <\/p>\n


\nLucian M\u0102N\u0102ILESCU<\/strong>
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Asteroidul B-612<\/strong><\/p>\n

Moto:
\n\u201eTo\u0163i oamenii mari au fost c\u00e2ndva copii\u201d
\n(Antoine de Saint-Exup\u00e9ry)<\/em><\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit pare de\u015fertul acesta!
\nNisipul se scurge printre degetele v\u00e2ntului
\n\u015fi \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2narea cactu\u015filor
\nse propte\u015fte de trunchiul soarelui orb…<\/p>\n

Singura margine e cea a nop\u0163ii.
\nsingurul loc de odihn\u0103 l\u0103tratul \u015facalilor
\n\u00een fa\u0163\u0103 fo\u015fnesc valurile m\u0103rii de piatr\u0103
\niar \u00een urm\u0103 se scufund\u0103 un loc numit acas\u0103…<\/p>\n

Dar locul acele e tare demult \u015fi tare departe!
\n\u00cel \u015ftie doar \u015farpele galben…<\/p>\n


\nLabirint \u00een oglind\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lumea e o oglind\u0103 \u00een care ne r\u0103t\u0103cim
\ns\u0103lb\u0103ticia \u015fi ur\u00e2\u0163enia \u015fi spaimele\u2026
\n\u201eDe ce mai cau\u0163i Minotaurul? – te \u00eentreb –
\nde ce mai destrami firul acela \u00een urm\u0103?
\nPrive\u015fte-mi coarnele de aur!
\nPrive\u015fte-mi ochii scufunda\u0163i \u00een mugetul
\nsticlos al m\u0103rii! De ce m\u0103 mai cau\u0163i? –
\nte \u00eentreb – de ce \u00ee\u0163i mai cer\u015fe\u015fti
\ntrupul sf\u00e2rtecat? De ce \u00ee\u0163i apleci capul,
\nresemnat\u0103, pe um\u0103rul tandru al a\u015ftept\u0103rii?\u201d<\/p>\n


\nHai s\u0103 fugim<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hai pune-mi lesa, sufletu-mi de c\u00e2ine
\nS\u0103-mb\u0103tr\u00e2neasc\u0103-n viscol, sunt veacuri p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ine
\n\u015ei-avem at\u00e2ta vreme, \u015fi-at\u00e2t de mult albastru,
\nHai, leag\u0103-m\u0103 cu lan\u0163ul de cel mai palid astru.<\/p>\n

S-aud cum trece moartea prin mine milostiv\u0103,
\nS\u0103 mi se fac\u0103 sete de-o tine primitiv\u0103…
\nHai s\u0103 fugim departe prin lini\u015ftea de piatr\u0103,
\n\u015ei s-auzim, \u00een urm\u0103, z\u0103pezile cum latr\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMihaela B\u0102BU\u0218ANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u201eO prezen\u0163\u0103 fizic\u0103 mignon\u0103, o adiere cu ochi alba\u015ftri \u00een care cerul se prive\u015fte ca \u00eentr-o oglind\u0103; \u015fi tot ca cerul, neb\u0103nuitele dimensiuni ale acestuia se oglindesc \u00een sufletul Mihaelei.
\nPrintr-o reac\u0163ie al(chimic\u0103), analiz\u00e2nd realitatea imediat\u0103, sufletul ei o sintetizeaz\u0103 \u00een pre\u0163io\u015fi stropi fulguran\u0163i de poezie absolut\u0103: haiku.
\nDar, \u00eenso\u0163it\u0103 de Mercur (\u201ecu Mercur \u00een exil\u201d- titlul volumului de poezii publicat \u00een 2015), frumosul sol al zeilor, a l\u0103sat exoticul haiku pentru versuri care exprim\u0103, mai pe larg, exilul din lumea satului, a copil\u0103riei \u015fi a iubirii.
\nSe \u00eenv\u0103luie \u00een singur\u0103tate, \u00eemprumut\u00e2nd de la zeu \u00eenc\u0103l\u0163\u0103mintea cu aripi, coiful \u015fi toiagul, c\u0103l\u0103tore\u015fte p\u00e2n\u0103 la durere pendul\u00e2nd \u00eentre lumea arhaic\u0103 a satului B\u0103bu\u015fa \u015fi cotidianul urban cu accente neprietenoase.
\n Exilat\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenstr\u0103inat\u0103, se repliaz\u0103 \u015fi se adun\u0103 pentru a porni totul de la cap\u0103t.(\u201e nou\u0103 \u015fi gata de un nou start\u201d (Jurnal).
\nMihaela, ca poet\u0103, are \u00eenc\u0103 foarte multe medita\u0163ii strecurate prin versuri- vise- \u201esemin\u0163e ale g\u00e2ndului\u201d (Toamna) cu care ne va delecta:\u201esub t\u0103lpile goale nu aveam p\u0103m\u00e2nt ci neuitare\u201d (Vis de diminea\u0163\u0103).
\nNoi nu avem dec\u00e2t s\u0103 a\u015ftept\u0103m un nou volum de poezie- medita\u0163ie, plin de sensuri \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cinate \u00een gr\u0103dinile B\u0103bu\u015fei natale\u201d.<\/p>\n

\t\t\tCristina GEORGESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Negustorie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am pus bani deoparte
\ns\u0103-mi cump\u0103r fericirea
\ncare r\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte pretutindeni
\ndar care mie mi-apare doar \u00een vis.
\nAst\u0103zi m\u0103 plimb prin ora\u015f
\n\u00cen speran\u0163a c\u0103 o voi g\u0103si
\n\u015ei vom parafa \u00een\u0163elegerea,
\nDar ea, n\u0103r\u0103va\u015f\u0103, alearg\u0103 galop
\nCa \u00eentr-o curs\u0103 hippie
\nNelistat\u0103 la casa de pariuri;
\nAm s\u0103-i pun visului c\u0103p\u0103stru.<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen prezent<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu-mi mai fac planuri de viitor,
\nadeseori nu-mi mai amintesc de trecut
\n\u015fi nu m\u0103 mai satur de prezent;
\n\u015fi nu \u00een\u0163eleg de ce to\u0163i m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103:
\nc\u00e2nd ai de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 faci copil?
\nprezentul s-a metamorfozat at\u00e2t de mult
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 semene a viitor?<\/p>\n


\nNatal<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen cerdacul verde
\nascult respira\u0163ia B\u0103bu\u015fii.
\nStr\u0103zile nefardate \u015fi netunate,
\nfa\u0163adele neschimbate
\nde zeci de ani,
\nacela\u015fi colb plin de speran\u0163\u0103
\n-\u00eenec\u0103cios pentru progres-
\naceea\u015fi mireasm\u0103 de tei \u015fi ve\u015fnicie
\naceia\u015fi p\u0103rin\u0163i minuna\u0163i
\npe care tot ce \u00eemi doresc
\ne s\u0103-i rev\u0103d \u015fi m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n


\nF\u0103r\u0103 tata<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ziua aceea de martie
\niubite tat\u0103 ai plecat
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103
\no inim\u0103 fr\u00e2nt\u0103 de durere,
\nmulte \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns
\n\u015fi vorbe de alint nerostite
\npe care m\u0103 rog s\u0103 le mai aud
\nm\u0103car \u00een vis.
\nS\u0103 \u015ftii drag\u0103 t\u0103ticule
\nc\u0103 \u00een inima mea mezin\u0103
\nacum p\u0103durea noastr\u0103
\ne doar plin\u0103 de usc\u0103turi,
\nstejarul de la poart\u0103
\nnu mai este la fel de verde \u015fi umbros
\n\u015fi dup\u0103 fiecare ploaie
\nniciodat\u0103 nu mai r\u0103sare soarele.<\/p>\n


\nSpre final<\/strong><\/p>\n

De la o vreme
\n\u00ce\u0163i irose\u015fti setea buzelor
\nCu ap\u0103 de ploaie,
\nPa\u015fii t\u0103i \u015fov\u0103ielnici
\nUit\u0103 deseori drumul spre cas\u0103.
\nIeri ai uitat pe noptier\u0103
\nAlbumul cu amintiri frumoase
\n\u015ei focul stins \u00een sob\u0103;
\nIubirea noastr\u0103 doar fum
\nIrosindu-se prin livada cu meri.<\/p>\n


\nFantoma<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sufletu-mi r\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte ne\u00eemp\u0103cat
\nprin cabana cu vedere spre munte;
\npovara iubirii pierdute urc\u0103 anevoie
\nsc\u0103rile din lemn de brad.<\/p>\n

Urmele pa\u015filor lui s-au \u015fters definitiv;
\ndoar mirosul de vin cu scor\u0163i\u015foar\u0103
\nm\u0103 mai \u00eembat\u0103 cu speran\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Am obosit
\nAm obosit s\u0103 privesc calendarul
\n\u015fi ceasul de perete cadou de nunt\u0103,
\ns\u00e2ngele fierbinte s-a oprit din clocot
\n\u015fi acum suf\u0103r de extremit\u0103\u0163i reci.<\/p>\n

Am obosit s\u0103 sper \u015fi s\u0103 cred,
\nvinul \u201efrizante\u201d nu-mi st\u00e2rne\u015fte dec\u00e2t furia\u2026
\nchiar \u015fi-o nebunie ar fi \u00een zadar?<\/p>\n


\n Zadarnic<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen umbra g\u00e2ndului
\n\u00eencerc s\u0103-mi ascund
\nde ochii lumii
\ndisperarea \u015fi nefericirea.
\nLista mea selectiv\u0103
\nabund\u0103 \u00een c\u00e2ntece \u201ede corason\u201d,
\ncare-mi z\u0103d\u0103rnicesc parc\u0103
\nurma de rezisten\u0163\u0103,
\niar un simplu \u201ealo\u201d
\nrostit de vocea aceea baritonal\u0103
\n\u00eemi st\u00e2rne\u015fte hohote de pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n


\n Doar mama, tata \u015fi bunicul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bruma \u00eenmiresmat\u0103 hoin\u0103re\u015fte
\nprin gr\u0103dina noastr\u0103 din Dealu Boleacu.
\nDin coliba \u00eencropit\u0103 de Mih\u0103i\u0163\u0103
\naud clar zborul \u00eengerilor
\nspre \u0163\u0103rile calde.
\nSub desfrunzirea nucului din vie
\nse \u0163es noi amintiri
\nsub semnul mir\u0103rii,
\niar tata, mama \u015fi bunicul,
\nsingurii mei tovar\u0103\u015fi constan\u0163i
\nm\u0103 vegheaz\u0103 din cimitirul str\u0103bun.<\/p>\n


\nDumitru PAN\u0102<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Triptic <\/strong><\/p>\n

I
\nc\u00e2t\u0103
\nsingur\u0103tate iubirea
\nc\u0103t\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eenchid\u0103 un cerc ne\u015ftiut
\nun cerc pe care \u0163i-l \u00eenchipui albastru apoi nesf\u00e2r\u015fit transparent<\/p>\n

II
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 singur\u0103tate
\niubirea la sf\u00e2r\u015fitul celei mai frumoase aduceri-aminte
\n(dar ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 aici cuv\u00e2ntul ,,frumoas\u0103\u201d dec\u00e2t
\nmica disperare de a nu putea g\u0103si
\ncuv\u00e2ntul potrivit)<\/p>\n

III
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 singur\u0103tate iubirea
\n\u015fi c\u00e2t\u0103 aducere-aminte spuneai \u2013 dar
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 \u00eenchipuire pentru a-\u0163i aminti
\naici \u00een marginea poemului
\nla masa de scris <\/p>\n


\nN\u0103dejdea \u015fi spaima <\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd iubirea vine prea devreme
\n\u015fi e doar g\u00e2ndul acesta plin
\nde n\u0103dejde \u015fi spaim\u0103 \u2013 spaima
\nc\u0103 am pus prea mult\u0103 n\u0103dejde \u2013 Doamne
\nat\u00e2t ne r\u0103m\u00e2ne: n\u0103dejdea \u015fi spaima.<\/p>\n

sau c\u00e2nd iubirea a venit prea devreme
\n\u015fi n\u0103dejdea nu a avut timp s\u0103 se-nfiripe
\n
\nParantez\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

moartea asta
\ncare nu mai sf\u00e2r\u015fe\u015fte \u2013 <\/p>\n

via\u0163a
\ncare nu mai \u00eencepe \u2013<\/p>\n

iubirea \u2013<\/p>\n

(poate c\u0103 adev\u0103rul are un chip cum
\nnoi avem un vis) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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