{"id":15661,"date":"2021-08-25T16:53:57","date_gmt":"2021-08-25T13:53:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15661"},"modified":"2021-08-25T16:57:47","modified_gmt":"2021-08-25T13:57:47","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-52-100","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15661","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 52 (10)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Magdalena H\u0102R\u0102BOR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Acolo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acolo unde e pustiu
\nsufletul topit
\ncurge pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt ca un soare fluid
\nacolo st\u0103 frica de \u0219erpi
\nnu ajung to\u021bi trandafirii \u0219i crinii s\u0103 umple spa\u021biul din mine
\ngolul
\ndintre mine \u0219i cuv\u00e2nt
\np\u0103cat \u00eenm\u0103rmurit
\nnu ajung to\u021bi trandafirii
\n\u0219i crinii
\npe scara timpului
\nadun cu r\u0103bdare binele
\npu\u021binul bine
\n\u00ce\u0219i strig\u0103 satisfac\u021bia \u021bepii\u2026
\ncutremurat\u0103
\nfericirea r\u0103sare din mine
\nca o floare din tin\u0103
\npurtat\u0103 de o chemare
\nscuturat\u0103 din v\u00e2ltoare
\nde\u0219teapt\u0103-n mine plinul
\n\u00centregul
\nSeninul.<\/p>\n


\nRecompuneri<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 doare violetul \u0219i ro\u0219ul
\n\u0218i tot ce-nsemni tu
\nFiecare clip\u0103 are-n carne
\nR\u0103ul f\u0103cut
\nR\u0103nile
\nRegretele
\nMai sunt \u00een urm\u0103 oameni
\nC\u0103rora le sunt datoare
\nCu r\u0103bdare
\nNe-nghite \u00eens\u0103 tropotul culorilor
\nAl cailor nechez\u00e2nd s\u0103lbatic
\nNu mai \u0219tiu \u00eencotro sunt
\n\u00centreag\u0103 a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n
\nSunt datoare cu un z\u00e2mbet, o floare
\nFiecare clip\u0103 are-n carnea ei speran\u021ba
\n\u0218i doare \u0219i tace
\nLini\u0219tea din cuv\u00e2nt
\nA r\u0103mas \u00eentre noi fil\u0103 alb\u0103, nescris\u0103
\nA\u0219tept\u00e2nd cerneala de via\u021b\u0103
\nA mai r\u0103mas ceva de spus
\nCeva \u00een plus
\nPentru a recompune\/ salva
\nSuava imagine
\na
\nPa\u0219ilori \u00een doi.<\/p>\n


\nPeste lume<\/strong><\/p>\n

solzi de stea, lumin\u0103-n \u0219uvi\u021be
\npres\u0103r\u00e2ndu-\u0219i de tain\u0103
\nfiorul
\nVocile nop\u021bii-mirese
\n\u00ee\u0219i leap\u0103d\u0103-n caden\u021be,
\nv\u0103lurile peste
\ndimine\u021bile r\u0103scolite de aroma s\u0103ruturilor.<\/p>\n


\nPe genele z\u0103rii, lacrimi<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u0103zboaie se sting
\n\u00cenghi\u021bite sunt
\nTroienele cavalcade
\nDe-o pace ad\u00e2nc\u0103\u2026 <\/p>\n

Vacarmul din mine
\n\u00cencet, \u00eencet, se tope\u0219te.<\/p>\n


\nEram….<\/strong><\/p>\n

at\u00e2t de frumo\u0219i odat\u0103
\np\u00e2n\u0103 am \u00eenceput s\u0103 vedem ce-i \u00een jur \u0219i-n noi
\ns\u0103 ne pierdem prin ierburile-nalte
\no m\u00e2n\u0103, un picior
\ngoi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd
\nde ochi,
\nde aripi,
\nde trupuri… Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 uit\u0103m fr\u00e2nturi din ce ne-a legat, m\u0103nunchiuri de m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri
\npictatele s\u0103ruturi, multele pove\u0219ti
\ncopaci mureau c\u00e2te pu\u021bin din \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea lor
\ncresc\u00e2nd \u00een noi durerea \u021bip\u0103tului lor
\n\u00eempu\u021binat \u0219i mut, cerul…
\nne\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219i\u021bi de albastrul lui
\nne trezim, deodat\u0103,
\ns\u0103raci de noi,
\nsinguri ,
\nt\u0103cu\u021bi …
\nat\u00e2t de frumo\u0219i eram…<\/p>\n


\nPrea mult<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prea mult\u0103 fericire
\nse mir\u0103 \u0219i ea…
\nnu \u0219tii ce s\u0103 faci
\nsparge timpanele
\nasediul ei,
\ndevorarea.
\n\u00cen noapte, t\u0103cut, se scurge
\ntimpul plictisit …
\na\u0219teptarea ca o povar\u0103
\ncapitulezi \u00een fa\u021ba ei
\ncucerind spaima ta de nefericire
\n\u00ee\u021bi mistuie visele, dorin\u021bele
\nsingur\u0103tatea
\n\u00ee\u021bi d\u0103 t\u00e2rcoale
\ndin prea mult\u0103 fericire
\npl\u00e2ngi
\npotolit, p\u00e2n\u0103 la dizolvarea ei \u00een particule infinitezimale.<\/p>\n


\nSilabisiri ale fericirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Co-pil, joc, pa-s\u0103-re, soa-re
\njind de \u00een\u0103l\u021bimi, lini\u0219ti albe
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n ascunse
\n\u00cen noi
\nc\u0103m\u0103ri cu fructe dulci mirositoare
\nraze –
\nBinecuv\u00e2ntare
\nrostuirea rosturilor
\nnu mai credem \u00een ce ni s-a predat era o
\nlec\u021bie de fericire pe care nu ne-o aducem bine aminte
\nsau nu am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat-o
\na deveni,
\ncam t\u00e2rziu
\nsunt ram pentru frunza de ieri
\nfraged\u0103 adiere de m\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

Fericiiiii-rea
\nT\u00e2nje\u0219te dup\u0103 mine
\nVia\u021b\u0103 la puterea a doua, \u00eent\u00eeia apoteoz\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nEcou de ve\u0219nicie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un c\u00e2ntec rupt din p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nAi crede c\u0103-i pl\u00e2nsul de piatr\u0103
\nC\u0103r\u0103ri de argint str\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2nd
\nS\u0103l\u0103\u0219luie\u0219te sub ape.<\/p>\n

Teii
\n\u00een viers duios
\n\u00ee\u0219i scutur\u0103 floarea
\n\u00een c\u00e2nt violinic \u0219oapta de cer m\u0103-mpresoar\u0103
\n\u0219i soarele \u00eencape-ntr-o strun\u0103
\nad\u0103st o secund\u0103 mai lung\u0103-n \u00eenviforatul lut\/ trup
\ns\u0103 pot visa lini\u0219tit
\nve\u0219nicia.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Azi,i eri, ieri \u0219i azi, scoic\u0103 a timpului…
\nnop\u021bi albe,lungi, precum iarna la poluri… v\u0103d
\nprim\u0103vara mea, r\u0103s\u0103rind dup\u0103 dealuri
\nAprilie, mai, perpetue jocuri de-a vacan\u021ba\/ \u0219i norii risipesc \u00een cerneri domoale\/ abur de via\u021b\u0103\/ pe c\u0103i neb\u0103tute de pa\u0219i omene\u0219ti
\nG\u00e2ndurile, ca ni\u0219te p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare\/ies din soarele c\u0103limar\u0103\/ vesel, sprinten carusel
\nSe scurge sunetul m\u0103rii\/ \u00centr-o nou\u0103 geometrie.<\/p>\n


\nSingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ziua asta trist\u0103\/ \u00een singur\u0103tatea mea e loc\/ poate\/ pentru un sunet\/ b\u0103taia unei inimi\/
\npentru o chemare\/ crepusculare, m\u00e2inile se aga\u021b\u0103 de gratiile lunii\/ imagini disparate m\u0103 nasc din nou ca pe o poveste frumoas\u0103 ,fereastr\u0103 sau cer \/ \u0219i m\u0103 cuprind de raze… floare de a\u0219teptare,\/… silabe de m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri\/, binecuv\u00e2ntare\/ se vor umple nop\u021bile cu \u0219oapte de lumini\/ tremurul unei iubiri… \/
\n\u00cen ziua asta trist\u0103\/ un fior \u00een toate,\/ dulce-am\u0103ruie, ploaia cu acordurile ei\/ ca ni\u0219te ecouri de departe\/ \u00een hotarele fiin\u021bei, ritmuri haotice, duioase\/ tres\u0103rind, visez mai departe poezia.<\/p>\n


\nConjugarea fericirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fericirea se conjug\u0103
\nSe divide transversal
\nSimplu joc de-a somnolen\u021bele, de-a trezia
\n\u00cen parametrii normali
\nFericirea se conjug\u0103, bolnav\u0103 de timp
\nPe acela\u0219i drum pietruit de amintiri
\nPiramide \u00een\u0103l\u021bate prea mult spre cer
\ne t\u00e2rziu, prea t\u00e2rziu \u00een priviri…
\nNop\u021bile se scurg \u00een s\u00e2ngele dimine\u021bilor netrezite
\nochiul mare al lumii ne prive\u0219te dintr-un v\u00e2rf de copac.<\/p>\n


\nNina Elena PLOPEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Femeia cu ciorapii ro\u0219i \u00een genunchi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\t\u00cen dup\u0103 amiaza aceea de s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, autobuzul 6 a sosit mai t\u00e2rziu ca de obicei \u00een sta\u021bia de l\u00e2ng\u0103 parc. Te-am v\u0103zut cobor\u00e2nd. Trenciul gri-verzui \u0219i rochia neagr\u0103 l\u0103sau s\u0103 \u021bi se z\u0103reasc\u0103 ciorapii tricota\u021bi ro\u0219i \u00een genunchii firavi ca de adolescent\u0103, de\u0219i erai femeie \u00een toat\u0103 firea. Te chema Lena. Numele ca \u0219i povestea ta le aflasem de la bunicile ce-\u0219i plimbau nepo\u021bii pe aleile umbrite de platani. Veneai \u00een parc la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul fiec\u0103rei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni. C\u00e2nd z\u0103reai prichindeii alerg\u00e2nd, chipul \u021bi se lumina ca o narcis\u0103 de aprilie. Aduceai \u00een rucsacul pe care \u00eel purtai \u00een spate daruri pentru cei mici. Dup\u0103 ce primeau ma\u0219inu\u021be \u0219i bomboane de ciocolat\u0103, b\u0103ie\u021bii \u0219i feti\u021bele acceptau s\u0103 se joace cu tine de-a prinselea \u0219i de-a v\u00e2n\u0103torul \u0219i porumbeii. Tu \u00eentotdeauna erai v\u00e2n\u0103torul \u0219i te bucurai c\u00e2nd reu\u0219eai s\u0103-i str\u00e2ngi \u00een bra\u021be pe cei mici, chiar \u0219i pentru o clip\u0103. Le sim\u021beai mirosul proasp\u0103t \u0219i le m\u00e2ng\u00e2iai obrazul moale care-\u021bi aducea aminte de cel\u0103lalt prunc, al t\u0103u. Chiar \u0219i \u00eenso\u021bitoarele copiilor se obi\u0219nuiser\u0103 cu tine. Te priveau cu \u00eeng\u0103duin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i \u0219opteau una alteia \u201eA sosit Lena. \u00cemparte dulciuri \u0219i juc\u0103rii\u201d. \u00cen r\u0103gazul dintre jocuri priveai cu invidie la tinerele mame cu doi sau trei copii \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi aminteai vorbele bunicii \u201eAstea nasc precum iepuroaicele, unu-n bra\u021be, unu-n ma\u021be, altu-l at\u00e2rn\u0103 de corcoa\u021be\u201d. Cred c\u0103 nu \u021bi-ar fi displ\u0103cut s\u0103 fii \u00een locul lor!
\n\tSpre sear\u0103, dup\u0103 ce copiii \u00ee\u0219i luau la revedere, r\u0103m\u00e2neai singur\u0103: doar tu cu g\u00e2ndurile tale. Fruntea \u021bi se \u00eencrunta \u0219i cocul din v\u00e2rful capului devenea \u0219i mai argintiu de\u0219i, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, te str\u0103duiai s\u0103-i redai culoarea natural\u0103. Te \u00eendreptai f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103 spre col\u021bul din dreapta al parcului, unde te a\u0219tepta un prieten. \u201eAm sosit\u201d, \u00eei \u0219opteai stejarului cu un cap mai \u00eenalt dec\u00e2t confra\u021bii s\u0103i. Te a\u0219ezai l\u00e2ng\u0103 tulpina copacului \u0219i scoteai ce mai aveai \u00een rucsac: c\u0103ciuli\u021be \u0219i c\u0103m\u0103\u0219u\u021be albe, roz, \u0219i albastre. Privirile \u021bi se r\u0103t\u0103ceau printre crengi spre v\u00e2rful \u201e\u00eemp\u0103ratului\u201d, a\u0219a cum \u00ee\u021bi pl\u0103cea s\u0103-i spui stejarului sub ramurile c\u0103ruia te rugai p\u00e2n\u0103 adormeai. C\u00e2nd noaptea se preg\u0103tea s\u0103 fac\u0103 trecerea spre ziua urm\u0103toare, sirenele ma\u0219inilor din parcarea \u00eenvecinat\u0103 cu parcul \u00eencepeau s\u0103 urle ca nebunele despletite din ospiciul \u00een care, c\u00e2ndva, ai fost dus\u0103 \u0219i tu. Luna ro\u0219ie, mare c\u00e2t cupola unei biserici, se r\u0103sf\u0103\u021ba pe cele dou\u0103 nave laterale ce cuprindeau \u00eentregul parc. \u00cen mijloc, vedeai cum farurile aprinse transformau stejarul \u00eentr-un policandru. Te a\u0219ezai \u00een genunchi \u0219i pe coate \u0219i \u00een sunet de org\u0103 neacordat\u0103 porneai \u00een c\u0103l\u0103toria din jurul zidurilor aprinse. Ai fi vrut ca atunci c\u00e2nd osteneai s\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103-\u021bi rezemi capul de ceva, dar fierbin\u021beala din jur te obliga s\u0103 mergi mai departe \u00eempreun\u0103 cu mul\u021bimile pestri\u021be care \u021bi se al\u0103turaser\u0103. \u201eRug\u0103ciunile devin mai puternice, \u00eensutit, chiar \u00eenmiit, dac\u0103 sunt rostite \u00een cor\u201d, \u00ee\u021bi r\u0103suna \u00een urechi glasul c\u0103lug\u0103rului \u00eent\u00e2lnit la clinica de psihiatrie. Nu te ridicai p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu ocoleai loca\u0219ul de foc de trei ori, nevoin\u021b\u0103 care dura p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een zori. \u201eDac\u0103 nu pot s\u0103 ajung acolo unde mi-a fost scris canonul, atunci am s\u0103 fac asta aici\u201d, \u00ee\u021bi spuneai \u00eemb\u0103rb\u0103tat\u0103 de cuvintele c\u0103lug\u0103rului chel \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 barb\u0103: \u201epo\u021bi s\u0103 te rogi \u0219i l\u00e2ng\u0103 un m\u0103r\u0103cine \u0219i dac\u0103 o faci din suflet, dorin\u021ba \u021bi se va \u00eendeplini\u201d. \u00cen a \u0219asea s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 de rug\u0103ciune \u021bi-ai privit genunchii zdreli\u021bi \u0219i plini de s\u00e2nge. Nu sim\u021beai nici un fel de durere. \u00cencrez\u0103toare, ai \u00eentins bra\u021bele c\u0103tre p\u00e2ntecul ,,\u00eemp\u0103ratului\u201d. M\u00e2inile tale s-au \u00eempreunat cu palmele aspre ale stejarului. \u021aip\u0103tul ascu\u021bit al cucuvelei \u021bi-a \u00eentrerupt gestul.
\n\t,,Ia-l, este al t\u0103u. \u021ai-l d\u0103ruiesc\u201d, a murmurat c\u0103lug\u0103rul de pe jil\u021bul din v\u00e2rful stejarului, \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-\u021bi pruncul \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een haine din lemn.<\/p>\n


\nPetrache PLOPEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

***
\nS-au ve\u015ftejit eroii printre glastre,
\niar vorba lor prin sfere-i prins\u0103-n game.
\nAcum, doar eu mai plimb o d\u00e2r\u0103 de curaj,
\ndar nu-i al meu, ci-al fetei din miraj,
\nce se \u00eentinde plastic\u0103 \u00een rame
\ncum se prelinge sunetul din astre.<\/p>\n

Am mers silit spre groapa ce li-i pat,
\nam c\u00e2nt\u0103rit \u00een fals, cuvinte strecurate;
\naceasta de li-i dat,
\neu m\u0103 ascund \u00een mine,
\nca stupul ce se-ascunde de albine,
\n\u0219i pa\u015fii dizolva\u021bi \u00een urmele furate.<\/p>\n

Dar hai, din nou s\u0103 credem \u00een eroi,
\niar vorba noastr\u0103 despre \u00eemprumuturi,
\ns\u0103 o hr\u0103nim cu \u00een\u0103l\u0163ate scuturi,
\nce or s\u0103 par\u0103 ziduri de cetate.
\nDin ei s\u0103 cre\u015ftem numeroase Troi,
\ncu m\u00e2ini care cer\u015fesc,
\ndin nou Antichitate!<\/p>\n

\u2026Pe voi, eroilor de hum\u0103, uscat\u0103 doar la soare,
\nchiar dac\u0103 iar m\u0103 doare,
\n\u00een mine v\u0103-nfr\u0103\u0163esc. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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