{"id":15094,"date":"2021-06-28T10:39:04","date_gmt":"2021-06-28T07:39:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15094"},"modified":"2021-06-28T10:39:04","modified_gmt":"2021-06-28T07:39:04","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-55-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15094","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 55 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nicolas BRATU<\/strong>
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Rondel a\u015ftept\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

De-acum \u00ee\u0163i voi spune:
\n,,Te uit\u0103 \u015ei vezi cum a\u015ftept \u00een t\u0103cere;
\nNu-mi cere s\u0103 caut himere
\nPe calea demult t\u0103inuit\u0103\u201d<\/p>\n

Am str\u00e2ns, cu amar dr\u0103muit\u0103,
\nPomad\u0103 din praful de stele;
\nDe-acum \u00ee\u0163i voi spune:
\n,,Te uit\u0103 \u015ei vezi cum a\u015ftept \u00een t\u0103cere.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mi-e dragostea-n sori t\u0103inuit\u0103
\n\u015ei-alerg c\u0103tre tine prin ere,
\nTrec\u00e2nd printre raze \u015fi sfere;
\nAm vorba atent ticluit\u0103:
\nDe-acum \u00ee\u0163i voi spune: ,,M\u0103 uit\u0103\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Angela BURTEA <\/strong>
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Nostalgie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nici n-am ajuns bine acas\u0103, c\u0103 am \u0219i dat n\u0103val\u0103-n livada dulce din spatele casei, m\u0103sur\u00e2nd-o cu ochii \u0219i pa\u0219ii \u00een lung \u0219i-n lat, mut\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de la cire\u0219i la vi\u0219ini, s\u0103rind p\u00e2rleazul s\u0103 ajung \u00een vie, unde c\u0103p\u0219unii erau alinia\u021bi printre r\u00e2nduri. Ner\u0103bd\u0103toare, voiam s\u0103 v\u0103d dac\u0103 rugii de zmeur\u0103 au legat ceva \u0219i m-a\u0219 putea bucura de aroma lor. Am \u021bop\u0103it ca o copil sc\u0103pat din supravegherea p\u0103rin\u021bilor, \u00eens\u0103\u2026 \u021barcul, prea bine legat, mi-a pus piedic\u0103 de m-am f\u0103cut una cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, dar nu m-am ridicat. Am r\u0103mas c\u00e2teva clipe jos, pe iarba de m\u0103tase deas\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103, verde \u0219i primitoare. Mirosul ei m\u0103 ademenea st\u0103ruind asupra sim\u021burilor mele olfactive.
\nM-am l\u0103sat dus\u0103 de valul pl\u0103cerilor \u0219i-am c\u0103zut \u00een visarea visului de var\u0103, stropit cu amorul anotimpului cald. Am z\u0103bovit \u00een bra\u021bele lui, fiindc\u0103 i-am sim\u021bit atingerea fugar\u0103, apoi m-am ridicat repede, repede, de parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi fost prins\u0103 asupra unui fapt interzis \u0219i m-am \u00eendreptat spre primul cire\u0219. Am m\u00e2ncat cu l\u0103comie, a\u0219a ca \u00een copil\u0103rie, nu ca doamnele de ora\u0219, care n-au urcat niciodat\u0103 \u00eentr-un pom, apoi m-am mutat la vestitul vi\u0219in, ale c\u0103rui fructe mari \u0219i c\u0103rnoase se l\u0103sau strivite de gura mea, la fel de dulce, dup\u0103 spusele omului drag.
\nAm fugit cu copilul din mine printre r\u00e2ndurile de vie, apoi m-am aplecat, a\u0219ez\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 grece\u0219te aproape de-un petec verde, plin cu c\u0103p\u0219uni. Erau mici \u0219i dulci, nu ca cele g\u0103site pe rafturile marketurilor, fade \u0219i mari, c\u00e2t s\u0103 mu\u0219ti de dou\u0103-trei ori dintr-una. C\u0103p\u0219unile mele sem\u0103nau mai mult cu fr\u0103gu\u021bele: m\u0103runte \u0219i aromate. \u0218i nu m-am ridicat p\u00e2n\u0103 n-am f\u0103cut cur\u0103\u021benie \u00een preajm\u0103.
\nDoar frunzele mari \u0219i verzi au r\u0103mas!
\nNu le speli? se auzi o voce \u00een spatele meu. Mi-am \u00eentors privirea instinctiv. Nu era nimeni. Nu, nu le sp\u0103l, nici c\u00e2nd eram copil nu le sp\u0103lam \u0219i n-aveam nimic, medical vorbind. Nimic nu m\u0103 durea, nici insomnia nu m\u0103 cuprindea, i-am r\u0103spuns vocii care m\u0103 tot amenin\u021ba. Pleac\u0103, chiar n-am nevoie de d\u0103d\u0103ceala ta, am continuat. Sunt \u00een raiul copil\u0103riei mele \u0219i nu vreau s\u0103 respect nicio regul\u0103 venit\u0103 din exterior. Copil\u0103ria mea are regulile ei, auzi! Ast\u0103zi \u00eemi ascult doar inima. A\u0219 vrea s\u0103-i dau tot ceea ce i-a lipsit cel mai mult \u00een ultimul timp.
\nVocea nu se l\u0103s\u0103 mai prejos \u0219i-\u0219i f\u0103cu sim\u021bit\u0103 din nou prezen\u021ba. Ha, ha, ha! Dar tu asta \u00eei dai inimii, cu inima m\u0103n\u00e2nci? \u00eentreb\u0103 curioas\u0103. Da, cu inima m\u0103n\u00e2nc, azi m\u0103n\u00e2nc \u0219i cu inima, i-am r\u0103spuns \u00eenciudat\u0103. Nu \u0219tii c\u0103 inima e azi regina mea? Prostii! se auzi din nou. Auzi, de parc\u0103 m\u00e2ine ar fi altceva!
\nMi-am v\u0103zut apoi de treab\u0103, fiindc\u0103 vocea se \u021binea ca un scai de mine \u0219i nu \u021bi-ar fi fost dac\u0103 mi-ar fi f\u0103cut vreo pl\u0103cere! \u00cen ziua aceea nu voiam s\u0103 aud pe nimeni, nu voiam niciun fel de protec\u021bie \u0219i nici s\u0103-mi controlez fiecare mi\u0219care, fiecare gest, ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd m-a\u0219 fi aflat la vreun interviu, ci doar s\u0103 fiu din nou copil. \u0218i c\u00e2t de bine e s\u0103 redevii copil!
\nCu m\u00e2inile murdare \u0219i lipicioase, cu buzele negre de la cire\u0219ele amare, din care bunica f\u0103cuse deja dulcea\u021b\u0103, cu p\u0103rul r\u0103v\u0103\u0219it \u0219i \u00eempodobit cu insecte ame\u021bite ori resturi de frunze, cu bluza p\u0103tat\u0103 \u0219i adida\u0219ii murdari. A\u0219a ar\u0103tam \u00een ziua aceea \u0219i-mi era bine. Fantastic! Ce copil minunat eram!
\nDintr-odat\u0103, mersul deveni greoi. Saturat\u0103 de bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bile Domnului: cire\u0219e, c\u0103p\u0219uni, vi\u0219ine \u0219i zmeur\u0103, m-am \u00eendreptat spre valea care se \u00eentindea la cap\u0103tul livezii. Mi-am aruncat privirea spre zarea \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103, la linia orizontului unde mereu alergam. Turlele unei m\u0103n\u0103stiri \u00ee\u0219i ridicau maiestuos bra\u021bele spre Domnul.
\nDestul de provocator, cucerea \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea dealului, st\u00e2nd departe de agita\u021bia lumii, de g\u00e2lceava \u0219i nereu\u0219itele unora, de spoiala \u0219i promisiunea de\u0219art\u0103 a altora.
\nAm luat-o \u00een lungul drumului, spre rugul de mure, care \u00een verile trecute \u00eemi zdren\u021buiser\u0103 picioarele, fiindc\u0103 avusesem neinspira\u021bia s\u0103 plec \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 cu o fust\u0103 scurt\u0103, adolescentin\u0103, trecut\u0103 bine deasupra genunchilor. M-am oprit! Am \u00eentins bra\u021bele spre cer, apoi le-am cobor\u00e2t u\u0219or unul, c\u00e2te unul. Mul\u021bumesc, minune a naturii, mul\u021bumesc t\u0103r\u00e2m bogat al sufletului meu! A\u0219a m-am trezit vorbind, respir\u00e2nd ca niciodat\u0103 aerul curat \u0219i plin de mireasma zilei de var\u0103, aflat\u0103 la asfin\u021bit. Iar mai trecea o zi! Doamne, c\u00e2t de scumpe au devenit zilele noastre! Doamne, cui le d\u0103m pe degeaba!
\nAm cobor\u00e2t \u00een vale, iar g\u00e2ndul mi-a fugit spre tine. \u021ai-am strigat numele \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103. N-ai r\u0103spuns, nici n-aveai cum s\u0103-mi r\u0103spunzi, dar \u021bi-am sim\u021bit prezen\u021ba. Erai de ceva timp l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, pe urmele mele. La scurt timp ai luat-o \u00eenainte, cobor\u00e2nd spre f\u00e2nt\u00e2na din vale.
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103-m\u0103! am prins a striga. Nici n-ai vrut s\u0103 auzi. Te-ai \u00eendep\u0103rtat \u0219i-am r\u0103mas singur\u0103, a\u0219a.. ca la \u00eenceput. Resemnat\u0103, m-am a\u0219ezat pe-un d\u00e2mb. Mi-am sprijinit capul pe pernele moi ale genunchilor \u00eendoi\u021bi \u0219i-am privit spre vegeta\u021bia spontan\u0103, care \u00eemi f\u0103cea pat moale \u0219i confortabil.
\n\u0218i te-ai \u00eentors tiptil-tiptil, a\u0219ez\u00e2ndu-mi pe cap coroan\u0103 de flori. Am sur\u00e2s, era un z\u00e2mbet anemic. Credeam c\u0103 te-ai dus cu vremea, nici de z\u00e2mbit nu mai eram \u00een stare. Erai l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.
\nM-ai cuprins de dup\u0103 umeri \u0219i \u021bi-ai aplecat capul, lipindu-\u021bi fa\u021ba de obrazul meu. Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 m\u0103 mi\u0219c, dar mi-a fost team\u0103 s\u0103 nu dispari. N-ai disp\u0103rut. O lacrim\u0103 str\u0103vezie s-a prelins pe chipul t\u0103u. Atunci am prins curaj \u0219i \u021bi-am dat primul s\u0103rut. \u021ai-am \u0219ters lacrima cu buzele mele, chiar dac\u0103 mai p\u0103strau culoarea cire\u0219elor negre.
\nAi ridicat u\u0219or privirea \u0219i mi-ai z\u00e2mbit. \u00cemi pl\u0103cea z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u. Era cald \u0219i plin de dor. Nu vorbea niciunul dintre noi, n-aveam nevoie de cuvinte, ne \u00een\u021belegeam din priviri. Uneori, cuvintele dor, faptele\u2026, unele…, ce s\u0103 mai zic?
\nM\u00e2inile noastre s-au \u00eempreunat. M\u00e2inile tale tremurau un pic. Am z\u00e2mbit am\u00e2ndoi. De ce? Numai noi doi \u0219tiam de ce. Apoi mi-ai luat m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103 \u0219i-ai privit-o insistent, de parc\u0103 ai fi vrut s\u0103-mi cite\u0219ti viitorul \u00een ea. \u021ai-am descifrat g\u00e2ndul t\u00e2nguitor. P\u0103cat, e\u0219ti a altcuiva! A mea nu po\u021bi fi niciodat\u0103. M-am \u00eentristat. De\u0219i eram \u00eempreun\u0103, cu trupurile at\u00e2t de aproape, cuprivirile pierdute \u00een lumina cald\u0103 a \u00eenser\u0103rii, cu m\u00e2inile unite, prinse \u00een ruga frumoas\u0103 a iubirii, neputin\u021ba pusese st\u0103p\u00e2nire pe noi. Cum ar fi fost altfel?
\nTe-ai ridicat brusc \u0219i m-ai ajutat s\u0103 fac acela\u0219i lucru. Hai s\u0103 mergem! mi-ai zis. Unde? Am \u00eentrebat mirat\u0103. Nu mi-ai r\u0103spuns. M-ai dus dup\u0103 tine ceva vreme, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd str\u00e2ns la piept, apoi m-ai l\u0103sat din nou singur\u0103. \u0218i-mi era at\u00e2t de bine! Era o provocare. \u00cencepeam s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg c\u00e2te ceva, de, eram un copil, un copil plin de vise…. \u0219i visuri.
\nUrcam din vale anevoie. M\u00e2inile tale, \u00eentinse spre mine, m\u0103 chemau \u0219i m\u0103 ajutau s\u0103 urc. Ai alunecat. Odat\u0103 cu tine m-am pr\u0103v\u0103lit \u0219i eu. Cerul limpede, de-un albastru admirabil, se \u00een\u0103l\u021ba deasupra ochilor no\u0219tri. Ne-am \u00eentors capetele pline de z\u00e2mbet. Buzele noastre se apropiau, se uneau. Iubirea gl\u0103suia. Auzeau strig\u0103tul lor \u00eenfometat: Acum e\u0219ti a mea!………
\n–\tCe faci, a\u0219tep\u021bi s\u0103 se coac\u0103 murele? Credeam c\u0103 te-ai r\u0103t\u0103cit sau te-a furat cineva!
\nEra bunicul. Venise \u00eencet, cu pa\u0219i m\u0103run\u021bi \u0219i ajutat de toiag. Am tres\u0103rit. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i r\u0103spund, am \u00eentins m\u00e2na spre tine \u0219i-am \u00eeng\u0103imat: Te iubesc!
\nDe ce-am ajuns s\u0103 te iubesc? Nu mi-ai r\u0103spuns. Privirea ta, umed\u0103 privire, m\u0103 urm\u0103re\u0219te \u0219i acum!
\n–\tCe faci, pl\u00e2ngi? continu\u0103 bunicul.
\nMi-am \u0219ters obrazul cald, am privit spre \u00eenalt \u0219i-am plecat um\u0103r la um\u0103r al\u0103turi de bunicul meu drag spre casa cea mare, unde nu este loc \u0219i pentru tine, ci doar \u00eentr-un col\u021b al inimii, acolo unde se ascund esen\u021bele tari. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Nicolas BRATU Rondel a\u015ftept\u0103rii De-acum \u00ee\u0163i voi spune: ,,Te uit\u0103 \u015ei vezi cum a\u015ftept \u00een t\u0103cere; Nu-mi cere s\u0103 caut<\/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\/15094"}],"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=15094"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15094\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15096,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15094\/revisions\/15096"}],"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=15094"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15094"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15094"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}