{"id":15757,"date":"2021-09-04T23:11:56","date_gmt":"2021-09-04T20:11:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15757"},"modified":"2021-09-04T23:11:56","modified_gmt":"2021-09-04T20:11:56","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-51-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15757","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 51 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u0218erban GEORGESCU <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Oriunde m-a\u0219 duce degetele mele m\u0103 urmeaz\u0103
\norice a\u0219 g\u00e2ndi, degetele mele \u00ee\u0219i dau cu p\u0103rerea …
\ncu oricine a\u0219 vorbi degetele mele cioc\u0103ne \u00eentr-o u\u0219\u0103
\norice a\u0219 scrie degetele mele se unesc ca de \u00eenchin\u0103ciune<\/p>\n

*
\nFemei cu picioare neobi\u0219nuit de lungi
\ndin care copiii cad la p\u0103m\u00e2nt ca din ni\u0219te castele \u00eenalte
\nturnuri crenelate
\ncalc\u0103 cu pa\u0219i mari pe \u00eentinsul acestei lumi cenu\u0219ii
\ncopiii cad, v\u00e2j\u00e2ie aerul, se izbesc de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, se fac terci, m\u00e2zg\u0103
\nfemeile cu picioare neobi\u0219nuit de lungi \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 patineze
\ncaut\u0103, \u0219i chiar g\u0103sesc
\nun fel de Echilibru
\n\u00eei \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 \u0219i pe iubi\u021bii lor ta\u021bi
\nalunec\u0103 to\u021bi, cu gra\u021bie, pe m\u00e2zg\u0103
\nse bucur\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103…
\nr\u00e2d, bifeaz\u0103 \u00eempliniri…<\/p>\n

*
\nC\u00e2teodat\u0103 \u00eemi vine s\u0103 scriu cuiva \u201dAu!\u201d
\nsau ,,He!\u201d sau ,,Iiiii!\u201d
\ncuiva anume,
\ns\u0103 \u0219tie de mine, s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103, s\u0103 r\u0103spund\u0103 \u201dDa, \u0219tiu ce zici\u201d
\nAm \u00eenceput s\u0103 latru la cuvinte \u0219i ele trec,
\nm\u0103 ocolesc cu precau\u021bie, cu un fel de mirare, cu un fel de re\u021binere …
\nCe-o vrea c\u00e2inele \u0103sta de la noi?
\nCare e sensul lui?
\nUnele \u00eemi bag\u0103 b\u0103\u021bul prin gard
\nceea ce m\u0103 isterizeaz\u0103 total,
\nam impresia c\u0103 pot s\u0103 le apuc, \u00een ciuda gardului.
\nMam\u0103, ridic\u0103 cortina!<\/p>\n

Un fum \u00een plus \u0219i inima mea va exploda \u00een mii de culori.<\/p>\n

*
\nNu mai pot s\u0103 m\u0103 prefac c\u0103 \u00eemi pas\u0103
\nat\u00e2\u021bia \u0219i at\u00e2\u021bia ani de stat la coad\u0103
\nla viza de intrare \u00een propria mea via\u021b\u0103
\n\u00een propriul meu corp
\n\u00een propria mea minte
\nsoarele, tenisul, din\u021bii mei, ai t\u0103i, ai lui
\nsoarele mamei mele, al mamei lui, al mamei ei,
\nla coad\u0103 la viz\u0103 cu dou\u0103 ra\u021be sub bra\u021be
\ncu dou\u0103 raze sub bra\u021be
\nn\u0103scut ie\u0219it din min\u021bi<\/p>\n

*
\nOamenii care merg diminea\u021ba la serviciu
\nnu exist\u0103 pentru oamenii care diminea\u021ba dorm
\n\u0219i asta pentru c\u0103 cei care dorm, dorm,
\niar cei care merg diminea\u021ba la serviciu nu merg nic\u0103ieri
\ndeci nu exist\u0103.<\/p>\n

*
\nUna dintre fiin\u021bele mele interioare e o \u021biganc\u0103
\nea are doi ochi
\nun ochi este negru
\ncel\u0103lalt este statuia lui Rembrandt \u00een ploaie
\ndin pricina ploii nimeni nu vede c\u0103 pl\u00e2nge
\n\u021bine \u00een bra\u021be un pui de liliac
\ndescriere: \u021bine pe cap un tomberon vechi de tabl\u0103
\ndescriere: buzele ei sunt ca v\u00e2ntul
\ndescriere: pe fruntea ei bl\u0103noas\u0103 scrie \u201dPort Royal\u201d<\/p>\n

*
\nN-a \u0219ti nimeni c\u0103 m-am dus
\nnuma m-or vedea Camus.<\/p>\n


\nRepeti\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sufletul meu s-a \u00eentors de la Salamina.
\nAm zis c\u0103 cerul a c\u0103zut \u00een mine \u00eensumi
\ndevenisem clepsidr\u0103 pentru stele.
\nSe aude? Repet:
\nstelele m\u0103 g\u00e2dilau la buric
\nsexul meu era o peninsul\u0103 \u00een marea vaginelor
\np\u0103rul meu se f\u0103cuse de piatr\u0103
\nSe aude? Repet?
\nUnde este punctul din care nu mai pot fi urm\u0103rit?<\/p>\n


\nLa patinoar, \u00een Ci\u0219migiu<\/strong><\/p>\n

1<\/strong><\/p>\n

Patina
\na\u0219a, absent,
\nc\u00e2nd, la un moment dat,
\nobserv\u0103 c\u0103 patina exact \u00een ritmul g\u00e2ndurilor care-l traversau
\nse insinuau, apoi \u00eel invadau
\nmi\u0219c\u0103rile de pe ghea\u021b\u0103
\nurm\u0103reau cu precizie milimetric\u0103 mi\u0219c\u0103rile g\u00e2ndurilor
\nmirat
\nse opri imediat la mantinel\u0103
\nca s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ce i se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103
\ndar, tot imediat,
\nAbsen\u021ba se reinstal\u0103 cu voluptate
\n\u00een \u00eentreaga lui fiin\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

2<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu urechea ciulit\u0103 c\u0103tre sunetele care vin uneori din celelalte lumi
\npentru a \u00eenregistra \u0219i apoi a difuza aici, \u00een aceast\u0103 lume,
\nla volum maxim,
\nsunetul sau ultrasunetul
\ncare s\u0103 inhibe pentru totdeauna
\nna\u0219terile de oameni \u00een Aceast\u0103 lume
\nce fel de Nasa \u00eemi finan\u021beaz\u0103 radarele?
\ninfrastructura, monitoarele, nesomnul
\nde m\u0103 simt at\u00e2t de \u00eemplinit
\npierz\u00e2ndu-mi treptat energia vital\u0103
\ncu acest Unic Scop?<\/p>\n

3<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0219i peisajele – aveau o anume profunzime,
\nai fi putut s\u0103 te scufunzi \u00een ele, era un fel de chemare…
\narcada unui pod de piatr\u0103 peste cristalul unei ape era un tunel
\ncare te sorbea
\nacum ce vezi? doar un perete desenat
\nmaturizarea \u00eenseamn\u0103 pierderea dimensiunilor
\n\u00een felul \u00een care copacii \u00ee\u0219i pierd frunzele…<\/p>\n

*
\nDac\u0103, printr-o minune, mi-ar fi dat
\nca dup\u0103 moartea mea
\ns\u0103 v\u0103d
\ncum pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt statuile ar continua s\u0103 se alinte sub frunzele c\u0103z\u0103toare,
\ncum veveri\u021bele ar continua s\u0103 fo\u0219neasc\u0103 prin iarb\u0103,
\ncum ur\u0219ii polari, girafele, tapirii ar continua s\u0103 respire \u0219i s\u0103 scruteze z\u0103rile
\n\u0219i c\u0103 niciun om nu ar mai fi pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt ca s\u0103 interfereze cu toate acestea
\na\u0219 l\u0103crima de fericire<\/p>\n


\nDecebal Alexandru SEUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cele trei cuvinte<\/strong><\/p>\n

O lips\u0103 din gestiunea magazinului unde lucra ca v\u00e2nz\u0103tor \u00eel adusese dup\u0103 gratii. \u0218i acolo, \u00eenc\u0103 din primele ore ale deten\u021biei, nu avea putere s\u0103 mai scoat\u0103 vreo vorb\u0103. Patul vecin, r\u0103mas gol, apar\u021binuse unui tuciuriu. \u0218i el, Tomiuc, avea prieten\u0103 doar singur\u0103tatea ce, \u00een mod sigur, avea s\u0103-i ad\u00e2nceasc\u0103 \u0219i mai mult singur\u0103tatea cu care-l blagosloviser\u0103 for\u021bele r\u0103ului. Dina nu va mai fi a lui, ci a lui Artenie, amorezul ce o b\u0103tea mai \u00eent\u00e2i apoi se t\u0103v\u0103lea cu ea prin podul cu f\u00e2n sau prin lunc\u0103. Iar asta dup\u0103 ce tr\u0103iser\u0103 ferici\u021bi \u00een anii de \u00eenceput. Cas\u0103, grajd, vite, p\u0103m\u00e2nt, p\u0103dure, o pereche de cai, un purcel, multe gob\u0103i, oi. Numai s\u0103 te \u021bii cu at\u00e2ta treab\u0103! \u0218i reu\u0219eau iubindu-se cu str\u0103\u0219nicie. Erau munteni \u0219i nu \u0219i-ar fi schimbat locul, neafl\u00e2nd niciunde un mediu mai propice. Dina \u00eens\u0103 dob\u00e2ndise \u00een ea s\u00e2nge de t\u00e2rf\u0103 \u0219i Tomiuc habar n-avea de cine-\u0219i legase via\u021ba. Fusese robit doar de frumuse\u021bea ei angelic\u0103. \u0218i n-ar fi b\u0103nuit-o \u00een bra\u021bele altuia. Barem s\u0103 fi fost \u0103la mai b\u0103\u021bos \u0219i mai ar\u0103tos dec\u00e2t el, poate nu i-ar fi p\u0103rut a\u0219a r\u0103u. Ce avusese bun \u00een el? Poate acel vino-ncoace. At\u00e2t. Se refugiase cu Dina \u00een bordeiul de la st\u00e2na lui, c-avea \u0219i o cocioab\u0103 devale, deocamdat\u0103-n a\u0219teptare. De ce s\u0103 se mai g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103 acum la toate astea, \u0219i mai ales la amantu-i b\u0103t\u0103u\u0219! Tomiuc n-o atinsese nici c-o palm\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i c\u0103ra acum ziua lung\u0103 s\u0103-i ajung\u0103 m\u0103sur\u00e2nd cu pas m\u0103runt spa\u021biul \u00eengust c\u0103ptu\u0219it cu igrasie, care prin ferestruic\u0103 abia \u00eeng\u0103duia p\u0103trunderea unei \u0219uvi\u021be de semi\u00eentuneric, \u00een plin\u0103 zi. Mai bine l-ar fi scos la munc\u0103, i s-ar mai fi u\u0219urat capul de g\u00e2nduri… Ceruse asta, \u00eens\u0103 priva\u021biunea \u00eei rezervase rolul p\u0103s\u0103rii \u00een colivie. El nu furase, ci fusese jecm\u0103nit chiar de amici, prieteni de pahar, fiindc\u0103 ace\u0219tia \u00eei p\u0103trunser\u0103 \u00een pr\u0103v\u0103lia lui, f\u0103r\u0103 lac\u0103t pe u\u0219a metalic\u0103 de-i \u0219terpeliser\u0103 sulurile de stof\u0103, alte obiecte \u0219i aparatur\u0103 de ordinul zecilor de mii de lei. Ho\u021bii avuseser\u0103 trecere liber\u0103, deoarece el plecase la chio\u0219cul de vizavi la b\u0103ut, uit\u00e2nd u\u0219a deschis\u0103. Tot chinuit de jugul regretelor cel ap\u0103sau mereu mai tare, nici nu se atingea de ceaiul f\u0103r\u0103 gust din c\u0103ni\u021b\u0103 \u0219i de coaja de p\u00e2ine \u00een care putea s\u0103-i r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 vreun dinte. Sfida astfel c\u0103ut\u0103tura rece a gardianului, re\u00eencep\u00e2ndu-\u0219i umbletul. De nu \u0219i-ar pierde min\u021bile pe aici! Dumnezeu \u00eei mai acordase o \u0219ans\u0103. Cea a r\u0103bd\u0103rii. Sc\u0103pat din \u00eenchisoare, \u00eel va bate pe Artenie pe um\u0103r \u0219i-i va spune:
\n– Bravo, b\u0103iete!
\n\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 cel care-l p\u0103zea, \u00een locul ulcelei cu ceai sc\u00e2rbos, \u021binea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 un pache\u021bel pe care i-l \u00eentinse schi\u021b\u00e2nd o p\u0103rere de sur\u00e2s. Se gr\u0103bi s\u0103-l desfac\u0103. \u00cen interior, o floare \u0219i un bilet de la Dina care, sc\u0103pat\u0103, ca prin minune, de o b\u0103taie sor\u0103 cu moartea \u00eei scria pe un bile\u021bel: ,,Te voi a\u0219tepta!\u201d.<\/p>\n


\nDan DR\u0102GOI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00cen cuiburi st\u0103 copil\u0103ria mea<\/strong><\/p>\n

St\u0103-n cuiburi vechi de p\u0103s\u0103ri copil\u0103ria mea
\n\u0218i \u00een seninul z\u0103rii \u0219i-n ochii de copil.
\nCe har s\u0103 am s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc la ea
\n\u0218i s\u0103 o c\u00e2nt \u00een versul meu umil?<\/p>\n

Descul\u021b\u0103 alearg\u0103 peste hotare de flori
\nCopil\u0103ria din carul cu rou\u0103.
\nS-a \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een nouri \u0219i-n albe ninsori
\n\u0218i s-a ascuns \u00eentr-o lacrim\u0103 nou\u0103.<\/p>\n

St\u0103-n cuiburi vechi de p\u0103s\u0103ri copil\u0103ria mea
\n\u0218i \u00een seninul z\u0103rii \u0219i-n ochii mei de atunci.
\nCe haruri s\u0103-mi dea Domnul s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc la ea?
\n\u0218i-n carul meu cu rou\u0103 cum s\u0103 mai ajungi?<\/p>\n


\nPoveste de demult<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tot satul meu tresalt\u0103, mu\u0219cat de ciuma foamei
\n\u0218i iezii mor pe-altare \u0219i-n baierele toamnei.
\nJupoaie tata iezii cu bri\u0219ca de lumin\u0103
\n\u0218i-mparte carnea-n satul fl\u0103m\u00e2nd \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 vin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Timpul e-n nemi\u0219care, timpul cin\u2019 s\u0103-l r\u0103stoarne?
\nTot satul meu tresalt\u0103, dar are ast\u0103zi carne.
\n\u00cenfrigurat\u0103, mama alearg\u0103 prin livezi
\n\u0218i spune-o rug\u0103ciune pe prundul f\u0103r\u0103 iezi.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i stau \u00eengerii la p\u00e2nd\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd bra\u021bul mi te cere cu sfial\u0103,
\nTu stai ascuns\u0103-n ultima petal\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i stau \u00eengerii la p\u00e2nd\u0103 –
\n\u0218i ori\u0219ice petal\u0103 ar vrea ca s\u0103 te v\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doar eu cer\u0219esc la fiecare poart\u0103
\nPetala ta, ce \u00eengerii o poart\u0103.<\/p>\n


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

De ast\u0103zi am s\u0103 plec. Plecarea mi-e aproape.
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103-m\u0103, ascunde-m\u0103 sub pleoape.<\/p>\n

Lumin\u0103-mi g\u00e2ndul bun, ne-nstr\u0103inat,
\nDurerea ce-o adun ne\u00eencetat.<\/p>\n

\u0218i ve\u0219nice\u0219te-mi pa\u0219ii \u0219i destinu\u2019,
\n\u021ain\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 doar \u00een Prezent Continuu.<\/p>\n


\nAscunzi\u0219uri<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-ascund \u00een mine ca-ntr-un labirint.
\n\u0218i g\u00e2ndul meu nu poate s\u0103 \u00eendure,
\nC\u0103 Tu e\u0219ti t\u0103v\u0103lugul de argint
\n\u0218i luna, peste cer, e o secure.<\/p>\n

Fiorul tainic iar\u0103\u0219i m\u0103 str\u0103bate.
\nDe ce m-ascund? De cine-mi este fric\u0103?
\nM\u0103-ntreb mereu c\u00e2nd orologiul bate.
\n\u0218i-s trist c\u0103 am r\u0103mas doar c-o arip\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mai pune-mi, Doamne, \u00een g\u00e2nduri o arip\u0103
\n\u0218i d\u0103-mi \u00een ascunzi\u0219uri \u00eenc-o hain\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd dragostea pierdut\u0103 se \u00eenfirip\u0103,
\nC\u0103ldura Ta s-aduc\u0103 noua tain\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nPlecare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plecarea te poart\u0103 pe \u00eenalte poteci.<\/p>\n

Nimic nu te \u00eentoarce din drumul ales.
\nEu nu te opresc nici cu tainicul vers.<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i marea fierbe-n surdin\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd dorul meu pl\u00e2nge \u00een flori de sulfin\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nT\u0103cere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stau singur \u00een ploaie, stau singur \u00een v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Ce mare-i t\u0103cerea de dup\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt!
\n
\nR\u0103spuns<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde-mi g\u0103sesc menirea \u015fi unde sunte\u0163i voi,
\nDe m-a\u0163i l\u0103sat pe mine acolo-n dep\u0103rtare ?
\nUn orologiu bate, strident, din doi \u00een doi,
\nSp\u0103rg\u00e2nd cristalul nop\u0163ii la vechile hotare.<\/p>\n

Am spada preg\u0103tit\u0103 s\u0103 cuceresc iar lumea,
\nNimic nu m\u0103 \u00eentoarce din drumul cel de sus.
\nCu fiecare treapt\u0103 eu adumbresc genunea,
\nLumina din lumin\u0103, e singurul r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n


\nRadu C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

INVOCA\u021aIE LA P\u0102S\u0102RI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bineveni\u021bi p\u0103s\u0103ri, bineveni\u021bi!
\nV\u0103 a\u0219tept cu ploile verzi, cu p\u0103durile
\n\u2013 despletite femei de dragoste \u2013
\ndup\u0103 ele ochi de soare, dup\u0103 ele s\u00e2n de lun\u0103
\npentru obosi\u021bii de frumos.<\/p>\n

Vino sud, vino soare
\n\u0219i inund\u0103-m\u0103 cu ape de p\u0103s\u0103ri:
\n\u00een bra\u021be r\u00e2ndunici \u00een frunte cioc\u00e2rlii \u00een p\u0103r cucii
\n\u0219i tu privighetoare, regina mea,
\n\u0219i purifica\u021bi-mi cu dragoste auzul \u0219i lumina
\n\u00eenfrunzi\u021bi-mi coapsele \u0219i umerii, veni\u021bi
\n\u0219i adolescen\u021bilor da\u021bi-le inima mea.<\/p>\n

(\u2026E un amurg, ultimul, care m\u0103 doare
\nun amurg de femei pu\u021bine, de z\u0103pezi sub\u021biri un
\namurg \u0219i fuge din mine \u2013 lup negru \u2013 fuge
\nsub p\u0103m\u00e2nt din inim\u0103, sub pa\u0219i, lup, fuge
\nf\u0103r\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri albe, f\u0103r\u0103 ploi verzi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 mine, din mine, dincolo, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenalt f\u0103r\u0103
\nmine, amurg, f\u0103r\u0103 dragoste, fuge\u2026)
\nP\u0103s\u0103ri, v\u0103 a\u0219tept, bineveni\u021bi!
\nE timpul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, de p\u0103s\u0103ri, s\u0103rac \u2013
\nbineveni\u021bi p\u0103s\u0103ri\u2013femei, p\u0103s\u0103ri\u2013b\u0103rba\u021bi
\ne nevoie de dragoste, sete de dragoste, secet\u0103 \u2013
\na\u0219tept la marginea mea, bineveni\u021bi
\nam un zbor pentru voi…<\/p>\n


\n\u00ceNDATORIRE DE PRIM\u0102VAR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026Acolo \u00eentre dou\u0103 stele la timp sc\u0103zut
\nerau p\u0103s\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte arbori f\u0103r\u0103 suflet
\nnedesc\u00e2ntat\u0103 s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba de iarb\u0103
\n\u00eencremenit\u0103 hora de fete b\u0103rba\u021bii pustii
\nr\u0103stignite patimile
\nneperechi s\u0103lb\u0103ticiunile triste \u2013 \u0219i
\npeste toate duhul meu ca o corabie.<\/p>\n

Tot timpul c\u00e2t m-am n\u0103scut am fost de rug\u0103:
\nchin eram, team\u0103 spre sunet
\ng\u00e2nd de culoare, miez de p\u0103m\u00e2nt dulce
\npentru to\u021bi m\u0103 n\u0103\u0219team: domn din Domn
\nlumin\u0103 din Lumin\u0103, durere din Durere
\nmiresme la t\u00e2mple iveam, \u021bip\u0103t \u00een genunchii
\nde fug\u0103 \u2013 o triste\u021be eram \u00eemprejur cu imn.<\/p>\n

(\u0218i-am auzit: \u201e\u2026De ce at\u00e2ta scr\u00e2\u0219net \u0219i lacrimi
\n\u0219i sf\u00e2\u0219iere pentru un z\u00e2mbet, de ce?\u201c
\n\u0218i erau l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine to\u021bi, umbre \u0219i nu-i vedeam
\nto\u021bi a\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 le dau ochiul de soare
\ns\u00e2nul de lun\u0103, clopot de aer \u0219i ap\u0103
\nerau a\u0219teptarea ca o otrav\u0103
\n\u00een mine ad\u00e2nc r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 de dragoste\u2026)<\/p>\n

A\u0219a \u00eencepur\u0103 sevele s\u0103 m\u0103
\ncuprind\u0103:
\npulpe \u0219i piept \u0219i fruntea \u2013 abur de cer \u2013
\nlimpede r\u0103suflare de duhuri \u2013
\ndin mine apoi am crescut fiece mugure
\nfirul de iarb\u0103 l-am tors, fiece fluture
\nl-am aurit: femeilor trup de dor
\nle-am dat b\u0103rba\u021bilor nelini\u0219te-n s\u00e2nge\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cenfloream! \u00cenfrunzeam! M\u0103-ndumnezeiam!
\n\u00cen zori lumea era gata de nunt\u0103:
\nplecau din mine perechi de culori perechi de sunete
\nde miresme de patimi superb leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se
\ndin mine, intrau \u00een marea fiin\u021b\u0103, perechi
\nca un s\u0103rut \u00eentre cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nclopote dulce-aiurind, clopote, clopote, clopote\u2026<\/p>\n

Diminea\u021ba eram v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u00eenalt\u0103, domn
\ndin Domn lumin\u0103 din lumin\u0103 din durere
\n\u00een jurul soarelui: aur\u0103, \u00een jurul lunii: cearc\u0103n
\n \u00eemi cl\u0103tinam obosit duhul spre somn
\n\u0219i to\u021bi de mine uitaser\u0103, to\u021bi m\u0103 uitaser\u0103 \u0219i
\nperechi, perechi f\u0103ceau dragoste, nunt\u0103 nebun\u0103
\njur \u00eemprejur miresme de dragoste\u2026<\/p>\n


\nDUP\u0102 DRAGOSTE*<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 dragoste soarele este mai luminos
\ndup\u0103 dragoste luna are cearc\u0103n frumos
\ndup\u0103 nunta cerului cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\npietrelor le cre\u0219te rotundul.<\/p>\n

Totul dup\u0103 dragoste: mireasm\u0103 de dor
\nurma s\u0103rutului, pas\u0103re-n zbor
\n\u00een s\u00e2ni, sub s\u00e2ni spaim\u0103 sub\u021bire
\n\u00een lemnul verde vlag\u0103 de mire
\n\u00een nori \u0219i sub nori lini\u0219te, dup\u0103
\ndragoste gura-i duruta mea cup\u0103.<\/p>\n

(Apoi p\u0103s\u0103rile fac pui de c\u00e2ntece
\nstelele coboar\u0103-n desc\u00e2ntece
\narborii a\u0219teapt\u0103 fete din fete
\nfructe lunec\u00e2nd s\u0103 le desfete
\nsemin\u021bele nasc p\u0103rin\u021bi iar casele
\ncu \u00eenc\u0103 o dung\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenseamn\u0103 oasele)<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 dragoste soarele e Domn preafrumos
\nluna \u0219i tu cu cearc\u0103n luminos
\ndup\u0103 nunta cerului cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\ns\u00e2nii t\u0103i tac p\u00e2rguindu-\u0219i rotundul\u2026<\/p>\n

* Mic poem dup\u0103 dragoste<\/em><\/p>\n


\nULTIMUL RISIPITOR*<\/strong><\/p>\n

Risipitor sunt \u0219i dup\u0103 mine stelele dup\u0103
\nmine zorii, dup\u0103 mine soarele risipitor,
\nfugind cu o mie de picioare
\nzbur\u00e2nd cu o mie de aripi
\ndup\u0103 mine iarba c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd aleluia
\ndup\u0103 mine norii pe cer, risipitorii
\ndup\u0103 mine ploaia \u0219i spicele f\u0103c\u00e2nd dragoste
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i m\u0103rile mereu dup\u0103 dragoste.<\/p>\n

(Vai, risipitor sunt \u0219i am fost, fetelor
\nv-am f\u0103cut frumoase, aminti\u021bi-v\u0103!
\nUnde-s g\u00e2ndurile voastre acum, dar ochii
\nde uimiri, pa\u0219ii de aer, dar gura
\nde a\u0219teptare, bra\u021bele de dragoste, unde?
\nIat\u0103, m\u00e2ng\u00e2i v\u00e2ntul \u0219i urma p\u0103rului vostru \u2013
\no, cum v-a\u021bi dus,
\nzveltele mele poeme!<\/p>\n

Unde sunte\u021bi, b\u0103rba\u021bi cu sufletul meu?
\nToamn\u0103 e-n fruntea voastr\u0103 sau r\u0103m\u00e2ne\u021bi
\ncu durerea de-atunci dulce \u0219i t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, unde
\nv\u0103 sunt armele \u0219i furiile \u0219i aurul?<\/p>\n

\u0218i vinul e-acela\u0219i? Dar f\u0103r\u0103denop\u021bile noastre?
\nUnde statuile \u2013 abur de munte \u2013
\n\u0219i vorbele-n \u0219uier aduc\u00e2nd prim\u0103vara?
\nO, risipitorilor, prieteni ai mei\u2026)<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, m\u0103 d\u0103rui mereu, dup\u0103 mine stelele
\nm\u0103 d\u0103rui, dup\u0103 mine soarele
\nfugind cu o mie de picioare
\nzbur\u00e2nd cu o mie de aripi, Risipitorul
\ndup\u0103 mine iarba c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd aleluia
\ndup\u0103 mine norii \u0219i v\u00e2ntul f\u0103c\u00e2nd dragoste
\ndup\u0103 mine p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i m\u0103rile mereu \u00een dragoste
\ndup\u0103 mine, mereu dup\u0103 mine, Risipitorul.<\/p>\n

Vai, talantul se cheltuie, se tope\u0219te
\n\u0219i curge-n v\u0103zduh \u2013 fluviu de aur \u2013
\naud pa\u0219i dup\u0103 mine, pa\u0219ii furilor:
\nsunt zvel\u021bi \u0219i tineri furii \u0219i cu g\u00e2nduri
\nn\u0103v\u0103lind din mult\u0103 lumin\u0103 \u2013
\nda, talantul meu se cheltuie, e
\nultimul sunt ultimul risipitor!\u2026 Poate c\u0103 mama se roag\u0103
\nacum pentru \u00eentoarcerea mea\u2026<\/p>\n

* Fiul risipitor<\/em>
\n
\n\u00centre noi, clipa<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntec \u015fi pl\u00e2ns, iar \u00eentre ele
\ntrupul meu chemat, nechemat
\nclopot \u00eentre gemene stele
\ns\u00e2ngele-mi \u00eentunecat.<\/p>\n

Unde te duci, unde m\u0103 duci
\nsuflete, pas\u0103re-rou\u0103?
\n\u00cen urm\u0103-i t\u0103cerea cu bra\u0163e de cruci,
\ndin fa\u0163\u0103 o v\u00e2rst\u0103 ne plou\u0103.<\/p>\n

Numai aici, \u00eentre noi, clipa
\ne de aur \u015fi ve\u015fnic\u0103:
\niube\u015fte-o, iube\u015fte-i risipa
\nde f\u0103clie \u00een sfe\u015fnic\u0103!\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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