{"id":15455,"date":"2021-08-03T09:31:22","date_gmt":"2021-08-03T06:31:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15455"},"modified":"2021-08-04T10:41:31","modified_gmt":"2021-08-04T07:41:31","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-77-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15455","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 77 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mirela GRIGORE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Toamna vie\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi bate v\u00e2ntul bl\u00e2nd \u00een toamna vie\u021bii,
\nIar printre crengi, golite de vigoare,
\n\u00cemi c\u00e2nt\u0103 simfonia frumuse\u021bii
\nTot ar\u0103miul prins \u00een cing\u0103toare.
\nPeste c\u0103r\u0103ri cu rubinii covoare
\nS-au stins to\u021bi anii mei s\u0103-\u0219i creasc\u0103 rodul \u2013
\n\u00cen stoluri lungi de p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare,
\nTrecutul meu \u00ee\u0219i scrie-,n tain\u0103, codul.<\/p>\n

Picteaz\u0103 cerul sunetele z\u0103rii
\nPrin fo\u0219netul ce-l pune-n harp\u0103 v\u00e2ntul
\n\u0218i-n cronc\u0103nitul stins, din largul m\u0103rii,
\n\u00ce\u0219i pune armonia-ntreg p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.
\nStejaru,-n valsul frunzelor ferice,
\nDezbrac\u0103 haina plin\u0103 de culoare,
\nIar pe tulpin\u0103,-n orice cicatrice,
\nEl scrie-adagio iernii prins\u0103-n zare.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fo\u0219netul de frunze r\u0103t\u0103cite,
\nEu pun tot dorul care-n mine cre\u0219te
\n\u0218i-n toamna vie\u021bii mele r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ite,
\nDoar dragul meu de tine \u00eenflore\u0219te.
\nPrin pa\u0219ii ce se-afund\u0103 pe c\u0103rare,
\n\u00cemi port iubirea \u00een rubinul vie\u021bii
\n\u0218i-mbr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ez zenitul prins \u00een zare,
\nS\u0103 simt din nou tot gustul tinere\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii mei, eu oglindesc apusul
\n\u0218i-n sufletu-nsetat dau foc iubirii,
\nIar toamna vie\u021bii, azi, \u00ee\u0219i bate pulsul
\n\u00cen apa din cascada fericirii.
\n\u00cen p\u0103rul nins miroase a gutuie,
\nSub talpa mea simt \u00eenc\u0103 nostalgia
\n\u0218i-n noaptea, care-i dulce-am\u0103ruie,
\n\u00cemi scrie toamna vie\u021bii poezia.<\/p>\n


\nDin poezia lumii<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Eug\u00e8ne GUILLEVIC<\/strong>
\n(1907 \u2013 1997)
\n\"\"

Unul din cei mai importan\u021bi poe\u021bi francezi. Debuteaz\u0103 \u00een 1939 cu versuri dedicate memoriei combatan\u021bilor republicani spanioli. A f\u0103cut parte din Rezisten\u021ba Francez\u0103 antihitlerist\u0103. Laureat al unor premii importante \u2013 \u201eMarele vultur de aur\u201d (1973), al Academiei Franceze (1976), Goncourt (1988).
\nDin c\u0103r\u021bile sale re\u021binem: \u201eRecviem\u201d (1938), \u201eDin p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i ap\u0103\u201d (1942), \u201eExecutoriu\u201d (1947), \u201eGustul p\u0103cii\u201d (1951), \u201eCarnac\u201d (1961), \u201eSfera\u201d (1963), \u201eAltele\u201d (1980), \u201eTimbre\u201d (1986), \u201eAcum\u201d \/ poeme 1986-1992 (1993); \u201ePr\u00e9sent\u201d \/ poeme 1987-1997 (2004).<\/p>\n

\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

Cercul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu \u00eemi e\u0219ti frate
\nNe putem \u00een\u021belege.<\/p>\n

F\u0103-m\u0103 asem\u0103n\u0103tor \u021bie,
\n\u00cenchide-m\u0103.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ne \u00eenc\u0103lzim,
\nS\u0103 convie\u021buim
\n\u0218i s\u0103 cuget\u0103m.<\/p>\n

Unghiul ascu\u021bit<\/p>\n

Neput\u00e2nd fi cerc,
\nPo\u021bi deveni unghi<\/p>\n

\u0218i, dac\u0103 nu e s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti \u00een pace,
\nAtaci anturajul,<\/p>\n

\u00cen fine, odihnindu-te
\n\u0218i vis\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eenchizi
\nCealalt\u0103 parte
\nDeschis\u0103 spre str\u0103in\u0103tate.<\/p>\n


\nParalele<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenaint\u0103m, spa\u021biul e vast,
\nAl\u0103turi,
\nDorim s\u0103 vorbim,
\n\u00cens\u0103 ceea ce povestim
\nCealalt\u0103 deja cunoa\u0219te,
\nDeoarece \u00eenc\u0103 de la origine
\nSensul e \u0219ters, uitat,
\nCeea ce e curat\u0103 aventur\u0103.
\nNe \u00eent\u00e2lnim \u00een vis,
\nNe iubim, ne complinim.
\nNu mai plec\u0103m departe,
\nDec\u00e2t \u00een cealalt\u0103 parte, \u00een sine.<\/p>\n


\nPerpendiculara<\/strong><\/p>\n

E u\u0219or s\u0103 spui a c\u0103dea la \u021banc.
\n\u00cens\u0103 \u0219i peste mine
\nAltcineva cade la \u021banc.<\/p>\n


\n(Poetul)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Muncitor
\nCa to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103ind acela\u0219i timp
\nAl ma\u0219inilor, zgomotului,
\nR\u0103zboiului, ziarelor.<\/p>\n

Acelea\u0219i probleme
\nCu hrana, locuin\u021ba,
\nImpozitele.<\/p>\n

Cet\u0103\u021bean
\nCa to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Preocupat
\nCa \u0219i ei<\/p>\n

De problemele prezentului,
\nViitorului.<\/p>\n

Vis\u00e2nd
\nLa o societate \u00een care<\/p>\n

To\u021bi vor avea timp
\nS\u0103 scrie.<\/p>\n


\nPietricica<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai vino
\nS\u0103 te consacri pietricea<\/p>\n

Pe mas\u0103, \u00een lumin\u0103
\nCe \u021bi se potrive\u0219te.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 privim
\nCa \u0219i cum ar fi
\nPentru a nu se sf\u00e2r\u0219i niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n

Noi am pus \u00een v\u0103zduh
\nLentoarea ce d\u0103inuie.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Furnici, furnici,
\nNu sunt furnici
\nAce\u0219ti oameni care merg, t\u0103inuit,
\nCare pasc, \u00eenghesuindu-se.
\nSau poate c\u0103 furnicile
\nNu sunt ceea ce se spune c\u0103-ar fi.
\nPentru c\u0103 \u00een oamenii de aici
\nCare pretind c\u0103 ar fi furnici
\nNu e dec\u00e2t un vis blestemat.<\/p>\n


\n(Pisica)<\/strong><\/p>\n

1.
\nPisica nu cunoa\u0219te nimic
\nDin c\u00e2te se afl\u0103
\n\u00cen dic\u021bionar.<\/p>\n

\u0218tie doar c\u00e2teva lucruri
\nDin c\u00e2te \u00eei lipsesc.<\/p>\n

2.
\nPisica prive\u0219te
\nOrbit\u0103 de propria privire.<\/p>\n

3.
\nSalv\u00e2ndu-se de la un naufragiu cosmic
\nPisica
\n\u00ce\u0219i face toaleta.<\/p>\n

4.
\nA\u0219a e
\nPentru c\u0103 ea este o
\nPisic\u0103
\nDestul de pisic\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMacul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Macule,
\nC\u00e2nd m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc
\nC\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi vorbesc
\n\u0218i c\u0103 tu m\u0103 ignori,
\nC\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi invidiez m\u00e2ndria, siguran\u021ba,
\nLipsa de ezitare,
\n\u00cencrederea ta \u00een biruin\u021b\u0103,
\nContinu\u00e2nd s\u0103 luminezi,
\nMi-e greu s\u0103 simt
\nC\u0103 nu comunic\u0103m
\nCu ceea ce ne place sau admir\u0103m
\n\u0218i m\u0103 simt \u00eensingurat,
\nStr\u0103in mie \u00eensumi.
\nTu nu vei \u0219ti asta,
\nDar continu\u0103
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 uime\u0219ti.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Spuma
\nuimit\u0103 sperioas\u0103
\nca o c\u0103prioar\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

La suprafa\u021b\u0103
\nmai r\u0103m\u00e2ne totu\u0219i ceva.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

M\u0103r\u0103cini\u0219ul
\nnu ar fi cea mai mare dintre rele.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Apa hele\u0219teului
\nNiciodat\u0103 surprins\u0103
\n\u00cen flagrant delict.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Prezenta\u021bi dovezi,
\nspuse hele\u0219teul.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

De g\u0103se\u0219ti calea
\nte vom \u00eenso\u021bi.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Te prive\u0219te \u00eendelung
\n\u0219i \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i aminteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ceva \u00eens\u0103
\n\u00eel revendic\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Jocul soarelui
\npe tulpina stejarului.
\nVreme de fericire.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

S\u0103 dormi, s\u0103 dormi
\nSpun acoperi\u0219urile.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Porumbei de po\u0219t\u0103
\ncare au revenit
\nne \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219esc
\nmi\u0219carea lor
\nat\u00e2t de reu\u0219it\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Trece \u00eensingurat
\nPe aleile
\nAbandonate de copil\u0103ria sa.<\/p>\n


\nMihaela MALEA STROE <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Scrisul e aidoma unui drum de bejenie,
\nPe care \u021bi-l construie\u0219ti singur, din mers, A\u0219ez\u00e2nd
\nCuv\u00e2nt dup\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt,
\nVers dup\u0103 vers,
\nA\u0219a cum, r\u0103bd\u0103rii,
\nA\u0219az\u0103, drumarii,
\nDal\u0103 de piatr\u0103 dup\u0103 dal\u0103 de piatr\u0103.
\nC\u00e2teodat\u0103,
\nCuv\u00e2ntul pe care l-ai ales
\n\u00cenf\u0103ptuie\u0219te minuni,
\nTe poart\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be, te salt\u0103 peste genuni. Alteori b\u00e2jb\u00e2i \u00een c\u0103utarea lui
\nPrin mla\u0219tina iluziilor cotidiene
\nSau prin ad\u00e2ncul con\u0219tiin\u021be tale,
\n\u00cel a\u0219ezi peste nisipurile mi\u0219c\u0103toare,
\nPeste toate
\nOsemintele adunate –
\nDe-a lungul \u0219i de-a latul vremii \u2013
\n\u00cen osuarul propriei fiin\u021be,
\nDal\u0103 de piatr\u0103, dup\u0103 dal\u0103 de piatr\u0103.
\nUn pas, \u00eenc\u0103 un pas, o tres\u0103rire, o ezitare…
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la marea cea mare,
\nAcolo unde cuv\u00e2ntul dal\u0103 de aer se face,
\nS\u0103 po\u021bi exersa mersul pe ape,
\nS\u0103 po\u021bi continua drumul
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 dincolo de… dincoace.<\/p>\n


\nPoemul cuvintelor<\/strong><\/p>\n

A fost o vreme c\u00e2nd ne-am \u00een\u021beles…,
\nC\u00e2nd cuvintele tale \u00eenspre cuvintele mele Au purces
\n\u0218i s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit, s-au \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at, s-au iubit…<\/p>\n

Pesemne atunci
\nAu fost z\u0103mislite cele zece porunci
\nPe care noi, cam pe s\u0103rite,
\nLe-am respectat
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 ce le-am l\u0103sat
\n\u00cen urm\u0103 – cercuri sau ceruri – \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nite.<\/p>\n

N-am mai \u0219tiut s\u0103 le chivernisim
\n\u0218i-am pornit, fiecare,
\nCu albatro\u0219ii t\u0103cerii pe um\u0103r,
\nPe propriul drum de potrivnice ape,
\nSpre un fel de moarte,
\nSpre un fel de ne\u00eenserare…<\/p>\n

De atunci am \u00eenceput s\u0103 num\u0103r:
\nO zi, un desert, o tornad\u0103,
\nUn c\u00e2ntec, o avalan\u0219\u0103, o via\u021b\u0103, dou\u0103, trei… Suntem departe, suntem aproape…
\nCuvintele cuvintelor noastre suntem \u0219i
\nS\u0103 nu \u00eencet\u0103m s\u0103 iubim
\nEste singurul nostru temei.<\/p>\n

Toamna plec\u0103rii<\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eentreb de ce, \u00een toamna plec\u0103rii tale, Au \u00eenflorit,
\n– de at\u00e2ta durere be\u021bi ori nebuni \u2013
\nPe strada Morilor de v\u00e2nt,
\nCastanii…
\nPoate ei \u0219tiu s\u0103 ne numere mai bine Iubirile
\n\u0218i mai frumos, mai cu folos, anii…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eentreb de ce \u00een prim\u0103vara aceasta Nefiresc de t\u00e2rzie,
\nN-am mai deschis fereastra
\nC\u0103tre apele de cle\u0219tar ale cerului
\nDe unde tu, iubite, prive\u0219ti
\n\u00censingurat, cum mi te-aduc aminte,
\n\u00censpre risipa noastr\u0103
\nDe r\u0103zle\u021be cuvinte,
\nDe poeme nescrise, de visuri, de pove\u0219ti Uitate undeva, la un \u021b\u0103rm de mare Necercetat\u0103,
\n\u00cenvolburat\u0103 \u0219i vie.
\n\u00cen prim\u0103vara aceasta
\nM-am retras cu tine \u00een p\u0103durea
\nG\u00e2ndurilor mele, milenara,
\nDe care… nimeni nu m\u0103 poate
\nExpropria.<\/p>\n


\nPoemul unei zile de toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi am aprins o candel\u0103 argintie
\n\u00cen amintirea cuvintelor
\nPe care noi nu le-am rostit,
\n\u00cen amintirea drumurilor
\nPe care nu le-am str\u0103b\u0103tut,
\n\u00cen amintirea c\u00e2ntecelor
\nPe care nu le-am c\u00e2ntat,
\n\u00cen amintirea durerilor
\nCare nu ne-au durut
\n\u0218i a \u00eentreb\u0103rilor
\nAl c\u0103ror r\u0103spuns nu l-am aflat.
\nAzi am aprins o f\u0103clie
\nDe cear\u0103 curat\u0103,
\nS\u0103 ard\u0103 \u00een locul \u00een care
\nNoi nu ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit niciodat\u0103,
\nS\u0103 ard\u0103, s\u0103 lumineze \u2013
\nDe pe t\u0103r\u00e2mul acesta
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 pe cel\u0103lalt… –
\nJertf\u0103 vie din visul \u00eenc\u0103 nevisat de noi,
\nOri – pentru noi – de Cel Preamilostiv
\n\u0218i Prea\u00eenalt…
\nDe azi, nu m\u0103 mai tem.
\nPe lespedea morm\u00e2ntului de tain\u0103
\n\u00cen care \u00eencol\u021be\u0219te \u00cenvierea,
\nAzi am scris cu dalta neuit\u0103rii un poem…, Pentru \u00eengerii care ni se arat\u0103 uneori
\nSub form\u0103 de oameni,
\nSub form\u0103 de p\u0103s\u0103ri,
\nSub form\u0103 de albe umbre fine sau nori.<\/p>\n


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

S\u0102M\u00c2N\u0162A <\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a \u00eentr-o floare se preface,
\nFirav p\u00e2r\u00e2u \u00een vast ocean se mut\u0103,
\nIar creanga vrea o suli\u0163\u0103 s-ascut\u0103,
\nSpicul firav se leag\u0103n\u0103-n hamace.<\/p>\n

Trudesc strunind cu-av\u00e2nt o al\u0103ut\u0103
\n\u015ei-nal\u0163 un c\u00e2nt c\u00e2nd lanul greu se coace.
\nUn vifor surd, cu asprele-i cojoace,
\nSt\u00e2rne\u015fte aprig geam\u0103tul de ciut\u0103.<\/p>\n

Presimt ar\u00edpa tainei cum love\u015fte
\n\u00cen geamul t\u0103u, fr\u00e2nturi de vis rup\u00e2nd.
\nPruncul ce e\u015fti \u00eenspre \u00eenalturi cre\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Atinge t\u00e2mpla norilor pe r\u00e2nd.
\n\u00cenfl\u0103m\u00e2nzind n\u0103dejdea ce zide\u015fte,
\nA\u015ftept s-ajungi un fluture pl\u0103p\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n


\nDIN RAMURI VERZI <\/strong><\/p>\n

Din ramuri verzi mi-am ascu\u0163it s\u0103geat\u0103,
\nDorind s\u0103-nfr\u00e2ng mistre\u0163ul ce p\u00e2nde\u015fte.
\nUn arc v\u00e2njos de ur\u0103 m\u0103 fere\u015fte,
\nS\u0103 nu-mi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 fruntea-n veci plecat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dar n-am \u015ftiut ce duh m\u0103-nvrednice\u015fte
\nCu zvonul luptei prin poieni purtat\u0103,
\nCum s\u0103 izbesc cu sabia creat\u0103
\nDin fierul dur ce-n trup \u00eemi rugine\u015fte.<\/p>\n

M-au p\u0103r\u0103sit puterile-nainte
\nDe-a reteza durerile-n tala\u015f.
\nUn singur rol \u00eel mai repet \u00een minte:<\/p>\n

De-a \u00eent\u0103ri c\u0103 nu am fost p\u0103rta\u015f
\nLa-ns\u00e2ngerarea clipelor. Fierbinte,
\n\u00cemi sap \u015fi eu t\u0103cut prin v\u0103i s\u0103la\u015f.<\/p>\n


\nPrieteni \u0219i c\u0103r\u021bi de dincolo de grani\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA <\/strong>
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Ludmila Toma, istoricul de art\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostit de Eminescu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dou\u0103 fotografii \u00eemi evoc\u0103 \u00eenceputul prieteniei cu istoricul de art\u0103 Ludmila Toma. Am\u00e2ndou\u0103 sunt legate de o edi\u021bie de neuitat a celui mai rezistent pod ridicat de pe ambele maluri ale Prutului – \u201eSaloanele Moldovei\u201d, edi\u021bia din anul 2009, c\u00e2nd participarea surorii mele, artista plastic\u0103 Dany-Madlen Z\u0103rnescu, a fost \u00eencununat\u0103 de Premiul Chi\u0219in\u0103ului, \u00eenm\u00e2nat de Tudor Zb\u00e2rnea, directorul Muzeului Na\u021bional de Art\u0103 al Moldovei. Festivitatea a fost urmat\u0103 de o sear\u0103 lung\u0103 \u0219i vesel\u0103 pe terasa Centrului de Cultur\u0103 \u0219i Art\u0103 \u201eGeorge Apostu\u201d din Bac\u0103u, acompaniat\u0103 de murmurul Bistri\u021bei, al stelelor de pe cer \u0219i de un dulce sentiment de fr\u0103\u021bietate. Prima reune\u0219te o parte dintre protagoni\u0219tii basarabeni \u0219i b\u0103c\u0103uani ai acelei seri, Dumitru Bolboceanu, Dany-Madlen Z\u0103rnescu, Maia Cheptenaru, Ecaterina Ajder, Ludmila Toma, Petru Jireghea, Ioan Grecu, Tudor Cataraga, Sergiu Cuciuc, Mihai Chiuaru \u0219i Gheorghe Z\u0103rnescu. Cea de a doua fotografie, crezut\u0103 pierdut\u0103 \u0219i reg\u0103sit\u0103 nea\u0219teptat \u00een biobibliografia pe care Biblioteca Na\u021bional\u0103 a Republicii Moldova i-a consacrat-o Ludmilei Toma \u00een 2019, o \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 cu Dany \u0219i cu artistele basarabence Ecaterina Ajder \u0219i Maia Cheptenaru \u00een apartamentul familiei Z\u0103rnescu, Dany fiind prezent\u0103 \u00een imagine \u0219i cu portretul realizat de pictorul Dimitrie Peicev, tot din st\u00e2nga Prutului. \u0218i \u00een seara aceea \u0219i a doua zi, am stat \u00eendelung de vorb\u0103 cu Ludmila Toma, interesat\u0103, c\u00e2nd a aflat c\u0103 eram din Suceava, de m\u0103n\u0103stirile noastre medievale cu fresce exterioare, dar \u0219i de un pictor rus, n\u0103scut la Tulcea \u0219i stabilit \u00een timpul r\u0103zboiului la Chi\u0219in\u0103u. \u0218i ea rusoaic\u0103, venit\u0103 pe lume \u00eentr-o familie de intelectuali din zona Moscovei, cu facultatea absolvit\u0103 la Sankt Petersburg, Ludmila Toma se \u00eendr\u0103gostise de un pictor basarabean, Vasile Toma, \u0219i \u00eel urmase la Chi\u0219in\u0103u, \u00een ora\u0219ul care avea s\u0103 devin\u0103 al vie\u021bii \u0219i al crea\u021biei sale.
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Mirela GRIGORE Toamna vie\u021bii \u00cemi bate v\u00e2ntul bl\u00e2nd \u00een toamna vie\u021bii, Iar printre crengi, golite de vigoare, \u00cemi c\u00e2nt\u0103 simfonia<\/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\/15455"}],"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=15455"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15455\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15461,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15455\/revisions\/15461"}],"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=15455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}