{"id":14898,"date":"2021-06-11T11:49:26","date_gmt":"2021-06-11T08:49:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14898"},"modified":"2021-06-11T11:49:26","modified_gmt":"2021-06-11T08:49:26","slug":"literadura-nr-20-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14898","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 20 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Viku ZENESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pentru maximum un cititor maxim<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ast\u0103zi \u0219i doar acum\/ Ast\u0103zi \u0219i nu dorm
\n\u0218i doar aici f\u0103r\u0103 regrete\/ \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 a fi minimal
\nCeea ce pentru mul\u021bi sun\u0103 bizar
\nReg\u0103sind \u00een lini\u0219tea din capul t\u0103u
\nPentru flerul cel dint\u00e2i care se deseneaz\u0103 pe autopilot
\n\u00centr-un dans bucuria lucrurilor simple \u0219i de nepre\u021buit
\nPentru acela care \u0219tie ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 te doar\u0103 identic
\nSco\u021b\u00e2ndu-se ca din scoar\u021b\u0103 pe trei frac\u021bii femeia dintr-un solar pe patru
\nScriind pur terapeutic \u0219i vr\u00e2nd s\u0103 fac numai ceea ce demonii
\ncred c\u0103 \u00eemi este binele meu Este o nou\u0103 zi
\n\u00cen care preg\u0103te\u0219ti dispari\u021bia celor care te v\u0103d mereu la fel
\nHarababur\u00e2nd de sus Mi-aduc aminte ce ar fi spus Sallinger
\n\u00centr-o situa\u021bie din care este obligat s\u0103 ias\u0103
\nSunt \u00eentr-o pas\u0103 proast\u0103\u2026 Sunt \u00eentr-o pas\u0103 proast\u0103\u2026
\nPe care cel care \u00eei for\u021beaz\u0103 s\u0103 devin\u0103 ur\u00e2t n-o \u00een\u021belege
\n\u0218i eu tot pentru acela care \u0219tie ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 te doar\u0103 identic
\nAm c\u0103zut \u00een capcana aceea c\u0103 fiecare prime\u0219te ce merit\u0103
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i aici n-ai sc\u0103pare\u2026 Sunt un alt eu care se crede tu
\n\u00centr-o cabin\u0103 telefonic\u0103 \u00eenchis\u0103 la culoare ca \u00eentr-o scoic\u0103 cu Dumnezeu
\nauzindu-mi t\u0103cerea imaginativ\u0103 \u00cencetinindu-l din gesticulare
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i copilul din mine tot mai fuge de huiduieli \u00een boala de pe disc
\nDup\u0103 un alt eu care se crede tu Dup\u0103 acele c\u0103prioare
\nsperiate de urletul s\u0103u din p\u0103dure \u00cempreun\u0103 c\u0103tre o alt\u0103 lume
\nprintre farurile acelora condu\u0219i de misterul
\nDrumurilor Na\u021bionale l\u0103s\u00e2nd-n urm\u0103 pre\u021biozitatea timpurilor lor
\n\u00centre dou\u0103 m\u0103sele ca moneda pe care stau cot
\nla cot dragostea mare \u0219i dragostea mic\u0103
\nPicur\u00e2ndu-mi \u00een gur\u0103 past\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie de bumbac
\n\u0218i dezvr\u0103jit Trezindu-m\u0103 descul\u021b pe \u0219osea ca un iepure t\u00e2mpit
\nDar nu-mi pare r\u0103u c\u0103 am iubit cam prea ap\u0103sat pe accelera\u021bie
\nIar timpul mi l-am risipit numai pentru asta
\nCe v\u0103d eu ast\u0103zi?\/ Ce v\u0103d eu ast\u0103zi?
\nV\u0103d c\u0103 aceea\u0219i vorb\u0103 func\u021bioneaz\u0103: cine are ochi s\u0103 vad\u0103 vede
\nCine nu Nu
\n\u0218i v\u0103d\u2026 C\u0103 vine iarna \u0219i m\u0103 cer \u00eenapoi
\n\u0218i v\u0103d\u2026 C\u0103 vine iarna \u0219i m\u0103 cer \u00eenapoi
\nPentru c\u0103 au v\u0103zut c\u0103 pot contribui la sus\u021binerea
\nt\u0103cerii de la finalul tubului de past\u0103 de din\u021bi
\n\u0218i nu \u00een\u021beleg ce am cu mine De ce nu m\u0103 contribui \u00een umilirea-mi
\nIar s\u0103 fii poet\u2026 Este tot un lux-n curul gol f\u0103r\u0103 target
\nIar pentru un ceas Iar m-am omor\u00e2t.<\/p>\n


\nManuela Camelia SAVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Sf\u00e2ntul Toma<\/strong><\/p>\n

Credem \u0219i cercet\u0103m
\npa\u0219ii no\u0219tri nesiguri ne poart\u0103 spre
\ndimine\u021bi cu z\u0103voarele trase
\n\u00eel \u021binem de m\u00e2n\u0103 pe Toma
\nne ascundem dup\u0103 m\u0103\u0219ti
\ndup\u0103 degetul care \u00eempunge \u00een coast\u0103
\npip\u0103im totul \u00een cale
\ncuv\u00e2ntul iertare este pironit pe cruce
\nferici\u021bi cei ce nu au v\u0103zut \u0219i au crezut<\/p>\n


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

C\u00e2ntece de petrecere \u00eenvelesc sufletul
\nte treze\u0219ti mahmur la final
\nv\u00e2ntul \u00ee\u021bi \u0219opte\u0219te \u00een plete
\nc\u0103 lumea e un basm cu eroi \u0219i saltimbanci
\nCu staniol \u0219i dezinfectant \u00eempachetezi moartea
\no trimi\u021bi departe
\nca s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i singur
\ntot mai singur<\/p>\n


\nUrma\u0219ii lui Moromete<\/strong><\/p>\n

Moromete nu purta niciodat\u0103 baston
\nmergea demn printre garduri
\nuli\u021bele aveau amprenta respira\u021biei lui
\nO ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103 de mai l-a preschimbat \u00een amintire
\na plouat cu frunze peste trupul lui masiv
\na plouat cu lacrimi peste suflet
\nc\u00e2nd a plecat
\ncaii nechezau cu putere chem\u00e2ndu-l \u00eenapoi
\nel nu a mai putut s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i alinieze pa\u0219ii
\ndec\u00e2t spre f\u00e2nt\u00e2na cu lumin\u0103 dumnezeiasc\u0103
\npoarta de lemn \u00eenchis\u0103 cu dou\u0103 z\u0103voare t\u0103cea neclintit\u0103
\nm\u00e2inile lui p\u0103trate
\nmi-au m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat obrajii la plecare
\nMorometele s-a dus \u00een zori s\u0103 se culce l\u00e2ng\u0103 ai lui
\naici a r\u0103mas pas\u0103rea phoenix<\/p>\n

mai 2021, R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat<\/em><\/p>\n


\nConstantin SUDITU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

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

cenu\u0219a din noi se revolt\u0103 pe soarele din noi
\napa din noi se revolt\u0103 pe lumina din noi
\nparc\u0103 tr\u0103im \u00eentr-o inim\u0103\/pe unde mergem dinaintea noastr\u0103
\nr\u0103sar din p\u0103m\u00eent ochi mira\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 orbite \u0219i pleoape<\/p>\n

luna zace pe un soclu de paie\/ tu
\n\u00eemi b\u00eentui copiii prea devreme\/ m\u0103 las
\ndup\u0103 noapte amintirile rece\/ \u00eencerc
\ns\u0103 alunec dinadins \u00een memorie\/ parc\u0103
\nam locui o inim\u0103\/ din pulsul ei ne hr\u0103nim
\ncu ace lame de cu\u021bite cioburi de sticl\u0103<\/p>\n

se revolt\u0103 patul nostru pe somnul nostru
\ntriste\u021bea noastr\u0103 pe bucurie noastr\u0103
\nparc\u0103 st\u0103p\u00eenim o inim\u0103\/ pe unde am trecut
\no p\u0103dure de gesturi dirijeaz\u0103 via\u021ba \u00een trans\u0103\/
\nnu arde ziua nu mocne\u0219te bezna\/ai
\n\u0219ansa unei alegeri\/ r\u0103ul st\u0103p\u00eene\u0219te numai \u00een trecere<\/p>\n

urechile stau la p\u00eend\u0103 \u00eentr-un univers al urechilor
\nc\u00eete una c\u00eete trei c\u00eete cinci\/\u00een a \u0219aptea zi
\n\u00ee\u0219i camufleaz\u0103 timpanele cu priviri
\nparc\u0103 ar \u00eenlocui inima unui corp de scuze
\npe umerii lor cresc lament\u0103ri frunzoase
\npline de sev\u0103 de miez de las\u0103-m\u0103 \u00een pace<\/p>\n

s\u0103lbatec\u0103 firea lucrurilor este cea mai blajin\u0103
\ndintre firi\/nimeni con\u0219tient n-a m\u00eencat ap\u0103\/nu a b\u0103ut m\u00eencare\/lucrurile
\npot face asta cu noi\/ne pot m\u00eenca
\nne pot bea f\u0103r\u0103 sfial\u0103 sau str\u0103danie
\nne pot soarbe ca pe o inim\u0103 l\u0103sat\u0103 pe
\nmarginea drumului \u00eentre pietre s\u0103-\u0219i a\u0219tepte muritorul<\/p>\n

ia-m\u0103 de m\u00een\u0103\/frica s-a cuib\u0103rit \u00een piciorul
\nmeu \u00een m\u00eena mea \u00een ochii mei\/\u021bine-m\u0103
\nstr\u00eens\/simte \u0219i tu cum vibreaz\u0103 trecutul
\ncum \u00eei tremur\u0103 oasele\/cum pojghi\u021ba
\nviitorului dispare \u00eencet sub patina ascu\u021bit\u0103 a mor\u021bii
\nsau rupe floarea care \u00eenflore\u0219te din genunchii mei
\n\u0219i las-o p\u00een\u0103 m\u00eeine \u00eentr-o vaz\u0103 cu ap\u0103 de mare<\/p>\n

c\u00eet mai sfidam noi timpul c\u00eend aveam inimi
\n\u0219i ne lipsea mintea\/c\u00eend t\u00eenjeam f\u0103r\u0103 vreo \u021bint\u0103
\ns\u0103 alerg\u0103m s\u0103 plutim s\u0103 ne risipim \u00eentre
\nceasuri\/\u00eentre pietre\/\u00eentre ape\/c\u00eet ne mai pl\u0103cea s\u0103 sus\u021binem c\u0103 nu avem inimi<\/p>\n


\nAdela EFRIM<\/strong>
\n\"\"

locomotive cu botul gale\u0219 treceau prin oglinzi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een acea camer\u0103
\nzburau fluturi
\ncu aripi de m\u0103tase zburau
\n\u0219i locomotive cu botul gale\u0219
\ntreceau prin oglinzi
\ncristalul din pahare
\navea o bizar\u0103 rezonan\u021b\u0103 cu
\ncele dou\u0103 scaune goale
\nfa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103
\nse priveau \u00een lini\u0219te
\npantofii goi se atingeau
\nca din \u00eent\u00e2mplare
\nla fiecare b\u0103taie a ceasului.
\nar trebui s\u0103 \u00eemi \u00eemprumu\u021bi pentru o noapte
\nlimbile busolei \u0103leia stricate s\u0103
\npot ie\u0219i din mine<\/p>\n


\nne r\u0103neam din\u021bii de lapte<\/strong><\/p>\n

iar c\u00e2nd iarna ne d\u0103dea t\u00e2rcoale
\nca un copil ce joac\u0103 baba-oarba ne p\u00e2ndea
\nne pref\u0103ceam \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bii lumii
\nascundeam lucruri concrete
\ntopeam \u021bur\u021burii cu gura
\ndesenam cea\u021ba
\n\u00eentr-o ciudat\u0103 toropeal\u0103
\nmestecenii se dezgoleau
\ncu un calm intens le mestecam frunzele
\nne r\u0103neam din\u021bii de lapte
\n\u00eenfiora\u021bi de miresme, \u00eennebuni\u021bi de gust
\n\u00een amplul decolteu al unei lumi comune \u0219i
\nvulgare
\ndefloram r\u0103t\u0103ciri cu elegan\u021b\u0103 \u0219i candoare
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne pese prea mult
\nde scena de final al acestui teatru absurd<\/p>\n


\nsoarele la asfin\u021bit \u00eemi p\u0103rea o rodie<\/strong><\/p>\n

fereastra era la fel de larg\u0103
\na\u0219a cum o l\u0103sasem
\ndoar anotimpul se schimbase
\n\u00eencepuse s\u0103 fulguiasc\u0103, c\u00e2nd
\nmi-ai pus m\u00e2na pe frunte
\narzi, mi-ai spus
\neu priveam soarele la asfin\u021bit
\n\u00eemi p\u0103rea o rodie din care a\u0219 fi mu\u0219cat cu poft\u0103
\n\u0219i
\nnu \u00eemi p\u0103sa dac\u0103
\nm\u0103runtaiele mele toate
\ns-ar fi scurs deodat\u0103 pe mozaicul rece
\nimperfect pentru o moarte bl\u00e2nd\u0103
\nprea \u00eeng\u0103duitoare
\npentru aceast\u0103 iarn\u0103
\ncare \u00eemi intra \u00een camer\u0103 despletit\u0103,
\ncu gleznele goale.<\/p>\n


\nmiezul intermediar al t\u0103cerii<\/strong><\/p>\n

ascunde-te c\u00e2t po\u021bi de bine,
\ni-a zis \u00eenc\u0103 de la \u00eenceput
\na\u0219a c\u0103l\u0103tore\u0219te ea
\ncu tot, cu focuri pe mare \u0219i
\narbori \u00eenflori\u021bi la vele
\no vei sim\u021bi, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \u00een
\nmiezul intermediar al t\u0103cerii
\n\u00ee\u021bi va \u021bipa z\u0103natec \u00een ureche
\no alt\u0103 poveste a pe\u0219telui proasp\u0103t ucis
\n\u00ee\u021bi va surfila buzele
\ncu un singur fir de a\u021b\u0103
\nmai sus, c\u00e2t mai sus te vei urca pe
\nrespira\u021bia ei
\n\u0219i nimeni, chiar nimeni
\nnu va fi \u00eemprejur
\ns\u0103 citeasc\u0103 nep\u0103s\u0103tor ziarul.<\/p>\n


\nLauren\u021biu BELIZAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

poem \u00eenclinat<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare vocal\u0103 exist\u0103 o scar\u0103-n spiral\u0103
\nun arbore albastru cu r\u0103d\u0103cinile adulmec\u00e2nd cerul
\n\u0219erpuind pe marginile ispititoare ale g\u0103urilor negre de aiurea \u0219i de aici
\ndin acest trotuar de provincie pe care se plimb\u0103 oameni rogvaiv<\/p>\n

blocurile se \u00eenclin\u0103 u\u0219or
\nse viseaz\u0103 Turnuri Pisa
\ndeasupra ici-colo nori negri de consoane miros a ploaie
\nploaia care primene\u0219te care potope\u0219te<\/p>\n

rup \u00eenfrigurat o fil\u0103 din \u201eCartea am\u0103girilor\u201d \u0219i fac o luntre
\no arc\u0103 a lui Poe\/ Alan Poe<\/p>\n

\u00een care doar poe\u021bii pot urca niciodat\u0103 cobor\u00ee<\/p>\n

ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 fii orb<\/p>\n


\nRMC<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 fii \u00een lumea aceea \u00een care lumea curge pe str\u0103zi
\nca lava pe str\u0103zile Pompeiului
\n\u00een lumea aceea \u00een care cenu\u0219a cre\u0219te \u00een interiorul corpului
\npeste mirobolante fresce ale sufletului<\/p>\n

s\u0103 fii prins \u00een chihlimbarul timpului atroce
\n\u0219i s\u0103 nu-i vezi str\u0103lucirea frumuse\u021bea
\n\u0219i torentele cristice de c\u0103ldur\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu-i vezi cele \u0219apte bra\u021be cu care d\u0103ruie\u0219te
\nochii alba\u0219tri care simt suferin\u021ba \u00eentregii lumi
\n\u0219i o decanteaz\u0103 o sf\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 ignor\u00e2nd textualismul decadent
\n\u0219i postcre\u0219tinismul dement al lumii<\/p>\n

Acum O v\u0103d\/ are genele Mariei
\nEa nu \u0219tie
\nEa d\u0103ruie\u0219te crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 a\u0219a este firesc.<\/p>\n

de\u0219i voi r\u0103m\u00e2ne ve\u0219nic \u00een purgatoriu
\nO v\u0103d<\/p>\n

\u0219i asta este o m\u00e2ntuire \u00een miniatur\u0103<\/p>\n


\nPatricia Elena STOICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Data \u0219i locul na\u0219terii:
\n3 august 1999, Ploie\u0219ti,
\njude\u021bul Prahova;
\n-Student\u0103 la Facultatea de
\nLimbi \u0219i Literaturi
\nStr\u0103ine, din cadrul
\nUniversit\u0103\u021bii din
\nBucure\u0219ti; Licen\u021b\u0103, sec\u021bia
\nFilologie, specializarea
\nItalian\u0103-Francez\u0103,
\noctombrie 2018 – prezent;
\n-Activit\u0103\u021bi literare
\nMembr\u0103 a Cenaclului
\n\u201cAtitudini\u201d al Casei de
\nCultur\u0103 \u201e I.L. Caragiale \u201d,
\nPloie\u0219ti ;
\nmai 2016-prezent
\nMembr\u0103 a Cenaclului
\npentru copii si tineret
\n\u201eOrfeu\u201d, octombrie 2015-
\nprezent
\n-Debut \u00een revista
\nColegiului Na\u021bional \u201eIon
\nLuca Caragiale\u201d cu
\nhaiku-uri \u00een limba
\nfrancez\u0103, \u00een luna martie a
\nanului 2015
\nApari\u021bii \u00een Revista
\n\u201eAtitudini\u201d a Casei de
\nCultur\u0103 \u201eI.L. Caragiale\u201d,
\nPloie\u0219ti, cu poeme \u0219i
\nproz\u0103, anii 2016, 2017,
\n2018.<\/em><\/p>\n

(Nu) sunt<\/strong><\/p>\n

sunt un vechi album de la Porcupine Tree
\ncare \u021bi se scurge \u00een timpane
\nc\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi faci temele la portughez\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00een acela\u0219i timp sunt fiorii de frig \u0219i de pl\u0103cere
\n\u00eencorseta\u021bi \u00een pielea ta bronzat\u0103;
\nnu sunt un omule\u021b f\u0103cut din gr\u00e2u
\npus la dospit \u00een c\u0103minul studen\u021besc
\n\u0219i nici o imita\u021bie de prost gust a unui tablou de Van Gogh
\nsau o vedere bej de la Saint Paul,
\nc\u0103ci eu chiar respir prin to\u021bi porii lumii
\n\u0219i tr\u0103iesc,
\ntr\u0103iesc p\u00e2n\u0103 universul \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103 ultima suflare.<\/p>\n

sunt un plicule\u021b de ceai cu vanilie \u0219i c\u0103p\u0219uni
\npe care \u00eel beau c\u00e2nd mi se face dor de gustul t\u0103u,
\nsunt un fulg de om\u0103t pr\u0103bu\u0219it din \u00eenalt
\npe um\u0103rul t\u0103u beteag, obosit \u0219i beat
\n\u00een clipele \u00een care ne \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103m unul \u00een cel\u0103lalt
\n\u0219i ne s\u0103rut\u0103m cu artificii pe buze;
\n\u0219i sunt buchetul de roze portocali, crini aurii \u0219i lalele purpurii
\ncump\u0103rat de tine de la o b\u0103bu\u021b\u0103 simpatic\u0103,
\ncare \u021bi-a dat \u0219i rest s\u0103 ai s\u0103 te \u00eentorci acas\u0103
\n(la mine),
\npe care l-am dus la gunoi,
\nc\u0103ruia i-am \u021binut o \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare vie,
\ni-am fost \u0219i preot, \u0219i singur\u0103 rud\u0103 pl\u00e2ns\u0103
\n\u0219i ploaia scurs\u0103 \u0219i pumnul de \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 aruncat pe co\u0219ciug,
\niar ca bocitoare le-am dus pe primele albine care le-au supt
\nm-am ghemuit ca drogatul din Requiem for a dream
\n\u00eentr-un dic\u021bionar p\u0103tat de cafea
\n\u0219i acolo o s\u0103 \u00eemi c\u00e2nt ofilirea p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00eembobocire,
\nc\u00e2nd tu, cu degetele tale de marmur\u0103,
\nai s\u0103 dai peste mine \u00een c\u0103utarea unui cuv\u00e2nt ne\u00een\u021beles
\nla litera cu care \u00eencepe ‘fr\u0103m\u00e2nt’;<\/p>\n

Nu m\u0103 mai \u00eentreba\u021bi cine sau ce
\nsunt,
\nc\u0103ci eu pur \u0219i simplu sunt
\nprecum via\u021ba,
\nprecum infinitul<\/p>\n

Iar tu,
\ntu de-acum \u00eemi apar\u021bii,
\nprecum un vechi album de la Porcupine Tree,
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