{"id":15857,"date":"2021-09-14T14:33:53","date_gmt":"2021-09-14T11:33:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15857"},"modified":"2021-09-14T14:33:53","modified_gmt":"2021-09-14T11:33:53","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-50-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15857","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 50 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia avangardei ucrainene<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Volodimir GAVRILIUK <\/strong>
\n (1904 \u2013 2000)<\/em><\/p>\n

S-a n\u0103scut \u00een familia unui preot din Zarvani\u0163ea (actuala regiune Ternopol). Absolv\u0103 un liceu din Lvov, apoi \u00ee\u015fi continu\u0103 studiile la Academia de Arte din Cracovia (1924-1930). \u00cempreun\u0103 cu prietenul s\u0103u B. I. Antonici a redactat revista \u201eKarbi\u201d (\u201eR\u0103boj\u201d). \u00cen anii treizeci, public\u0103 frecvent \u00een presa timpului. \u00cen poezie, \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 \u00eendelung un stil propriu, pentru ca, \u00een fine, s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la futurism \u015fi suprarealism.
\nDup\u0103 r\u0103zboi, pleac\u0103 \u00een Germania, apoi \u00een SUA, ultimii ani ai vie\u0163ii locuind \u00een Montreal, Canada.<\/p>\n

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


\nAPRILIE TROPICAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe ramuri pietricele albe \u015fi negre.
\nSudul e ars-cenu\u015f\u0103, negru mangal.
\nCerul revars\u0103 lumini r\u0103sfirate jerbe
\npeste adev\u0103ratul aprilie tropical.<\/p>\n

Ultramarin b\u0103t\u00e2nd spre violet
\n\u00eencearc\u0103 supliciu, mare sete nefireasc\u0103
\niar copaci obosi\u0163i, toxici, cresc prea \u00eencet
\nde parc\u0103 nu ar mai vrea s\u0103 creasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd e noapte
\n\u015fi scr\u00e2\u015fnesc palizii obraji metalici
\n\u015fi nu r\u0103p\u0103ie tamburina de tabl\u0103,
\nnu trosnesc \u00eencheieturile sub piele,
\nnu se aude zdr\u0103ng\u0103nitul,
\nnici \u015fuieratul ce constr\u00e2ng s\u00e2ngele
\ndin venele oamenilor,
\n\u2013 Spune-mi,
\natunci nu i se face dor de mine
\nstr\u0103lucitoarei tale inimi mecanice,
\nmetalic\u0103 madon\u0103?<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Vreau s\u0103 fiu singur,
\n\u00een mijlocul tuturor singur,
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 vad\u0103
\nnici ochii femeilor virtuoase,
\nnici ochii femeilor p\u0103c\u0103toase,
\nnici \u201eoamenii mari\u201d,
\nnici oamenii mici,
\nnimeni.
\nVreau s\u0103 fiu singur,
\nca luna \u00een cerul pustiu
\n \u00een serile de var\u0103,
\nca felinarul stins
\n pe uli\u0163a \u00eentunecat\u0103,
\nca scena \u00een noapte
\n dincolo de cortin\u0103.
\nVreau s\u0103 fiu singur \u2013
\ns\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cesc pe str\u0103zile ora\u015fului pustiu,
\npe trotuarele lui
\n s\u0103 calc \u00een picioare toamna\u2026
\nVreau s\u0103 fiu singur.<\/p>\n


\nIELELE NOP\u0162II<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fum, fo\u015fnind \u00een m\u00e2na h\u00e2rtiei mele,
\nla geamul gurii deschise, rotocol, inelat.
\nDoar jet de pleonasme-n str\u0103nut\u0103ri-bezele,
\nsufletul de propriul fream\u0103t e acaparat.<\/p>\n

Fo\u015fnete ating\u00e2nd abia-abia fereastra: negrii fluturi
\nai \u00eenstelatei nop\u0163i de var\u0103. Pauze, printre ele.
\n\u00cen s\u00e2nge \u2013 smoala setei, de po\u0163i s-o \u00eenduri.
\n\u00cen noaptea tandr\u0103 trec pa\u015fnice, sumbre iele. <\/p>\n


\nPEISAJ<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aceste case, asemeni unor garafe destupate
\ncu bere somnolent\u0103.
\nEa e pretutindeni prin nem\u0103rginitele c\u00e2mpuri
\n\u00een rev\u0103rs\u0103ri de fream\u0103te
\nsmaraldii.
\nEa umple-ochi ale inimii
\npahare de cristal,
\name\u0163e\u015fte,
\n\u015fi treze\u015fte \u00een ochi
\nsclipirea stropilor \u00eemb\u0103t\u0103tori
\nca un fream\u0103t sonor.<\/p>\n

Zi \u00eempov\u0103rat\u0103 de soare abundent
\nde parc\u0103 un tren de aram\u0103
\npe o cale ferat\u0103 \u00eenclinat\u0103
\nar fluiera departe.
\nPrin \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ia p\u00e2inii,
\npe c\u0103i trasate peste ogoare,
\nrotocol de elice rotitoare
\n\u00een zborul anului.<\/p>\n


\nC\u00c2NTEC SOLAR DESPRE TIN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103lciile lucios-argintii cu limbile frunzelor zg\u00e2rie cerul.
\nToamn\u0103. Din ad\u00e2ncul beznei, r\u0103zbat calme fo\u015fnete.
\nMaiestoasa leb\u0103d\u0103 a norului alb \u00ee\u015fi oglinde\u015fte misterul,
\nplutind printre prelungile stuf\u0103ri\u015fului baghete.<\/p>\n

Ca fructul mestecat \u00een gur\u0103, salt\u0103, urc\u0103, coboar\u0103,
\ncuv\u00e2ntul ce jinduie\u015fte negrul ad\u00e2nc, unde tina
\nn-o \u00eenvolbur\u0103 rusalc\u0103, sau duh de balt\u0103, ci doar\u0103
\nsolarul c\u00e2nt ce-\u015fi coboar\u0103, abundent\u0103, lumina. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

I<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noaptea vuiesc sirenele.
\nDiminea\u0163a vuiesc sirenele.
\nToamn\u0103.
\nM\u0103 viziteaz\u0103 amintirile,
\nca ni\u015fte oaspe\u0163i cunoscu\u0163i.
\nEu nu servesc cu \u0163ig\u0103ri
\npe niciuna din ele, deoarece
\nnu am tutun.
\nToamn\u0103.<\/p>\n

II<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe strada Nabeleaka
\ntreizeci \u015fi nou\u0103:
\neu,
\nPrichindel,
\nPavlius,
\nGavrileak.<\/p>\n

III<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cencolo c\u00e2mpii, oriunde c\u00e2mpii
\n\u015fi trebuie s\u0103 merg s\u0103 aduc lapte.
\nM\u0103 dor g\u00e2ndurile
\nca \u00een subteran,
\nvis\u00e2nd la orizonturi larg deschise.
\n\u015ei noaptea se plimb\u0103 prin inima mea,
\n\u00eemi suge s\u00e2ngele,
\nnumai c\u0103 bezna nu va putea sf\u00e2\u015fia
\nsenina mea dragoste.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ro\u0163ile v\u00e2ntului au lovit
\n\u00een moara dimine\u0163ii sinilii.
\nDincolo de barajele ploilor
\nsoarele cu aripi de aur
\nstr\u0103bate v\u0103zduhul.
\nCe\u0163uri plutesc peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\niriz\u00e2nd fantasmagoric.
\nBravul morar scuip\u0103 \u00een palme.
\nAripile fumului clatin\u0103
\nleag\u0103nul \u00eendep\u0103rtatului vis\u2026
\nZiua \u00eempov\u0103reaz\u0103 orizontul
\ncu flocoasele foale de nori \u2026
\n\u015ei pojarul prinde s\u0103 fumege
\ncu pulbere ca de chinovar.<\/p>\n


\nELEGIA INTELECTULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vergele c\u0103lite lovesc creierul
\nCe e-n r\u0103scoal\u0103, t\u0103c\u00e2nd \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat.
\nSumbr\u0103-i chilia prozei cotidiene,
\n\u00cen tihn\u0103 dorm corpuri \u015fi vis am\u00e2nat.
\nCum ar aduna fochi\u015ftii j\u0103raticul
\n\u00cen ceas obosit \u015fi-n cursul vorbirii?
\nCu formula calamburului de foc
\nS\u0103 clarifici sens \u00een tainele firii.
\nSun\u0103 scurt. Da, florile de pe buze
\nLe-a incinerat suflul pustiului!
\nTavanul, curb\u0103 metaforic\u0103, grea
\nPe vertebrele acoperi\u015fului.
\n\u00cens\u0103 scorojitele bra\u0163e, capul
\nGenunchii du\u015fi la gur\u0103, \u00een ispite
\nDe-mpotrivire, toate \u00eencordate,
\n\u00cempro\u015fc\u00e2nd proteste neauzite
\nDespre ce \u015fi cum \u2013 noime-ntunecate!
\nImperativul na\u015fterii de versuri,
\nCe-l al\u0103ptar\u0103, m\u00e2ng\u00e2iar\u0103 muze,
\nLumineaz\u0103 doar ca licurici obscuri.
\nIstoria \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi priceap\u0103
\nSensul \u00een furtuni de har, a\u015fa ceva,
\n\u00cen trucul eretic al vreunuia,
\nNeexcluz\u00e2nd sarcasm ce-ar stimula. <\/p>\n

Ora florilor trece-n durere,
\nR\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2ndu-i inimii ne-n\u0163eleas\u0103;
\nLa geam demen\u0163a parc\u0103 se arat\u0103 \u2013
\nClip\u0103 unic\u0103, clip\u0103 dubioas\u0103.
\nNatura se comprim\u0103, se \u00eencheag\u0103
\n\u00centr-un aprig dres ca dup\u0103 be\u0163ie.
\nFream\u0103t de v\u00e2nt alunec\u0103 pe harp\u0103
\nStrig\u0103t ce calmeaz\u0103 trup, fantezie. <\/p>\n

Tu ai reu\u015fi sau nu s\u0103 te salvezi,
\nLas\u0103-te puterii autoritare,
\nCu suflet uzat, ai zice n\u0103p\u00e2rlit,
\nStrivit pe locul \u0103sta de-ncercare. <\/p>\n

Variante pitore\u015fti, dar f\u0103r\u0103 \u015fic,
\nGrupaj dup\u0103 grupaj \u2013 ni\u015fte fantome.
\nExplozia memoriei cu chipul
\nCelor ce au vedenii drept simptome.
\nDezordinea-i amestecul a toate
\nCe a\u0163\u00e2\u0163\u0103 nervii \u015fi \u00eei vegheaz\u0103,
\n\u00cen interminabil, aprig joc de \u015fah,
\n\u015eans\u0103 pentru-n pion ce-nainteaz\u0103.
\nPe pere\u0163i, pe geamuri \u015fi pe coperte
\n\u00ce\u0163i observi amprentele digitale
\n\u00cen variantele de ornamente,
\nTinz\u00e2nd cu g\u00e2ndu-n taine abisale,
\nPsihologie, \u00eenfrunt\u00e2nd bulboane.
\nE revenirea ce iar\u0103\u015fi te-a admis
\n\u00cen liric\u0103, \u00een aspra ei factur\u0103
\nCu amplitudinea-i p\u00e2n\u0103-n miez de vis. <\/p>\n

Faguri de r\u0103ni ai timpului s\u0103-i pierzi,
\nS\u0103 ascunzi \u00een hum\u0103 mierea cea de leac?
\nCa-ntr-un ciorchine greu de epigrame
\nEpitetele iar temele \u00ee\u015fi fac.
\nGeniul ar fi oriunde de g\u0103sit,
\n\u00cen mitul vremii \u2013 marea m\u0103iestrie.
\nScena soarelui, balerine-n eros,
\nSpectacol cu samsari, gangsteri, be\u0163ie.
\nTeorii, strune, noble\u0163e \u015fi gesturi
\nMetopele ideilor din piatr\u0103.
\nSubiecte-n complicat\u0103-alc\u0103tuire
\n\u00cen grafica de c\u0103r\u0163i, aleas\u0103 art\u0103.
\nMatematica, t\u0103cerea, muzica.
\nSonat\u0103-n axiome, \u00eenaltul ton
\nDe art\u0103 \u00een deduc\u0163ii cump\u0103tate,
\nCa mitul despre-un mecanic Ixion.
\n IXIPSILON.<\/p>\n

SPA\u021aII CULTURALE 50<\/strong>
\nRetrospectiv\u0103 liric\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

Alexandru Ovidiu VINTIL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een fa\u0163a mor\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

!absolut singur doar
\n\u00een fa\u0163a\/ mor\u0163ii!
\nam ridicat cu
\nm\u00e2inile mele turnul babel
\n\u015fi colosul din rodos
\ncu acelea\u015fi m\u00e2ini
\nale mele am \u00eencercat s\u0103
\ndeznod \u015fi nodul gordian
\n\u015fi moartea \u00een fa\u0163\u0103
\nam privit-o\/ \u00eenapoia mea
\ncel de acum
\ndin ora\u015ful \u0103sta bolnav
\n\u00een care am iubit
\npentru prima oar\u0103
\n!trezindu-m\u0103 din somn
\ncu g\u00e2ndul mor\u0163ii!
\ntat\u0103l meu era l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine
\n\u00eemi vorbea de ce \u00eenseamn\u0103
\ns\u0103 a\u015ftep\u0163i moartea
\nca \u015fi cum ar veni diminea\u0163a
\no necunoscut\u0103 cu trupul ei
\ns\u0103lbatic o necunoscut\u0103
\npe care ai visat-o noaptea
\nav\u00e2nd aerul c\u0103 se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103
\namirosind a ierburi \u015fi-a
\nanimal cald \u015fi taci crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 vei
\n\u00eencepe o nou\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 moartea
\npe fa\u0163\u0103 o por\u0163i pedeaps\u0103 amar\u0103
\nsau pace ve\u015fnic\u0103 s\u00e2ngele t\u0103u la
\npicioarele tale aidoma unui c\u00e2ine
\ncredincios \u00eel urmezi te \u00eendrep\u0163i spre
\nmoarte traversezi str\u0103zile
\nabsolut singur
\ninima se aude cum \u00een t\u00e2mpl\u0103
\nse zbate o pas\u0103re str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een pumni
\nva muri oricum cum de altfel au murit
\n\u015fi al\u0163ii \u015fi vei muri \u015fi tu \u015fi sufletul
\n\u00ee\u0163i va da pe gur\u0103 doar m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere
\n\u015fi inima mea cum o lacrim\u0103 tremur\u0103
\nde diminea\u0163\u0103 g\u00e2ndul mor\u0163ii m\u0103 farmec\u0103
\nmai mult dec\u00e2t aerul pe care-l trag \u00een pl\u0103m\u00e2ni
\nsufletul meu copacii cu frunzele vestejite
\nv\u00e2ntul rece al toamnei
\n!azi se preumbl\u0103 \u00eengro\u015f\u00e2ndu-mi venele
\n\u00eengreun\u00e2ndu-mi carnea!
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t m\u0103 simt vinovat
\ncu g\u00e2ndul mor\u0163ii m\u0103 trezesc
\ncu g\u00e2ndul mor\u0163ii m-am trezit
\nc\u00e2nd tata a murit !acela\u015fi soare
\nardea deasupra noastr\u0103 acela\u015fi
\ncer ningea! <\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 13)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nElisabeta ISANOS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spa\u021biul vie\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Locuit\u0103 cu chirie de turnuri, ziua mea e un circ
\npentru jocurile altora. \u00cen vreme ce c\u0103r\u0163ile cresc
\n\u00een grosime prin os\u00e2rdia pulberii, cu gura plin\u0103
\nde vorbe nu-mi pot face ca pas\u0103rea cuibul,
\nnu m\u0103 pot \u00eembr\u0103ca asemeni unui crin. Via\u0163a
\nmi-o v\u0103d pe la al\u0163ii, acolo mi se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103 toate,
\ninima mea bate pe la por\u0163i, de\u015fi e sor\u0103
\ncu stelele m\u0103rii. Dezvirginate de priveli\u015ftea
\nr\u0103ului, florile min\u0163ii au fost strivite sub cizme.
\nAltcineva s-a \u00eencuibat \u00een zilele mele.
\nDin via\u0163a mea \u00ee\u015fi face p\u0103durea ocol,
\n\u015fi st\u0103 \u00een gunoi rumeg\u00e2nd lumin\u0103. M-am furi\u015fat,
\nsub pedeapsa cu moartea, \u00een marginea
\nierburilor. C\u0103 eu nici nu mai r\u00e2d,
\nnici nu mai pl\u00e2ng, al\u0163ii le fac pentru mine,
\nnici nu mai strig, \u0163ipetele sunt gata f\u0103cute.
\nNici g\u00e2ndurile nu sunt toate ale mele:
\nmi se \u00eenfige \u00een piept p\u0103ianjenul luminii,
\nce g\u00e2ndesc eu \u015fi ce viseaz\u0103 to\u0163i se confund\u0103,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi mor\u0163ii \u00eemi inoculeaz\u0103 cuvinte,
\nm\u0103 oblig\u0103 s\u0103 le termin frazele rupte.
\nUnde s\u0103 m\u0103 feresc? Exist\u0103 metereze de umbr\u0103,
\nc\u0103m\u0103ri \u00eentunecoase, subsoluri ad\u00e2nci,
\nunde pot g\u00e2ndi cu g\u00e2ndurile mele,
\n\u00een vioiciunea r\u0103corii. M\u0103 smulg
\ndin fire de p\u0103ianjen solar \u015fi-mi caut libertatea
\npe buzele nop\u0163ii, la poalele unghiului ascu\u0163it
\nal c\u0103rui v\u00e2rf str\u0103punge f\u0103r\u0103 durere o stea.
\nTimpul meu \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 anotimpul.
\nM\u0103 fac l\u0103turalnic\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 regrete.<\/p>\n


\n C\u00e2nd z\u00e2mbim \u00eempreun\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi alung z\u00e2mbetul spre tine
\ncum mama \u015fi-l alung\u0103
\npe buzele copilului \u015fi cu un oftat
\n\u00eempinge spre d\u00e2nsul pacea,<\/p>\n

cu un geam\u0103t gonesc spre tine
\nlini\u015ftea, nu vezi,
\nc\u00e2nd z\u00e2mbim \u00eempreun\u0103
\nai pe buze jum\u0103tate de sur\u00e2s.<\/p>\n

Bucuria e ca m\u00e2ncarea:
\no felie de p\u00e2ine se rupe-ntre noi.
\nLini\u015fti\u0163i am\u00e2ndoi, lini\u015ftea
\ne \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it\u0103, de unde
\ns\u0103 fac rost de zbucium,\/ s\u0103 \u0163i-o las \u0163ie pe toat\u0103?<\/p>\n

Am s\u0103 g\u0103sesc eu ceva,
\nvreo veste, vreun r\u00e2nd, un c\u00e2ine r\u0103nit,\/ o pas\u0103re fr\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 14)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPaul BLAJ<\/strong><\/p>\n

epistol\u0103 pentru iarn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-e dor de o lopat\u0103 pentru \u00eentors z\u0103pada
\nsau s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n melancolic la geam
\ncu dulcea\u0163\u0103 \u00een cerul gurii<\/p>\n

s\u0103 treac\u0103 tramvaiul ro\u015fu
\ns\u0103 spulbere lumina felinarelor
\npeste ma\u015finile parcate \u00eentins\/ \u00een igluri<\/p>\n

furou de m\u0103tase
\nnoaptea alunec\u0103 printre oameni lichid\u0103
\n\u015fi curge pe trupul tinerei superbe\/ adormit\u0103<\/p>\n

absent sorb din cafea tac
\npe geamul unei portiere
\nse las\u0103 ora\u015ful de vi\u015fine putrede<\/p>\n

iar pe bra\u0163ul meu drept
\npaloarea \u00eentunericului \u015fterge restul pove\u015ftii
\nca pe un tatuaj<\/p>\n

au momentul lor magic intersec\u0163iile<\/p>\n


\ndin sensibilit\u0103\u0163ile b\u0103iatului care aduce pizza<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu mai \u015ftiu unde am dormit ast\u0103 noapte
\ntrist probabil
\npe o canapea mare
\npe un cear\u015faf cenu\u015fiu mototolit
\nm\u0103 ridic lene\u015f \u00eentr-un cot
\nmiroase a m\u00e2ncare de ieri
\ndar cine \u00ee\u015fi mai aminte\u015fte c\u00e2nd a fost ieri
\nsau de ce ie\u015fi de la baie cu prosopul \u00een p\u0103r
\nlini\u015ftit\u0103 absent\u0103,
\nprivesc pe fereastr\u0103
\nla fumul \u00een v\u00e2nt
\nca la un dansator des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015fit \u015fi mort
\nprin basmele cu ultima pagin\u0103 rupt\u0103
\na fost o poveste frumoas\u0103 spuneai
\nprivindu-mi \u00eendelung fruntea
\nvreau s\u0103 pot pluti peste c\u00e2mpii \u00ee\u0163i spuneam
\nuneori a\u015f num\u0103ra firele de iarb\u0103, le-a\u015f da nume<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d, nr.14)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nViorica R\u0102DU\u021a\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

purt\u0103m calul galben<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi cu el diminea\u0163a<\/p>\n

mama a\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 vin\u0103 fereastra
\n\u00een ochii ei albi<\/p>\n

din alergare desparte \u015feaua de v\u00e2nt
\nnu mai e orizontul p\u00e2n\u0103 la drum<\/p>\n

e golul curg\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

fereastra se taie de strig\u0103t acum
\ntot un g\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

nu mai ies din duminic\u0103 nu
\n\u015faua trece pe v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n


\nst\u0103 \u00een privire<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca \u015fi cum mai vede odat\u0103 strada<\/p>\n

numai privirea e din zori
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n amurg nu mai e<\/p>\n

mama se \u00eentoarce s\u0103 \u00eentrebe v\u00e2ntul
\nochii ei nu se uit\u0103 acolo<\/p>\n

ce faci?! spune \u00eemp\u0103turind curtea
\n\u015fi ploaia din peretele de nord \u015fi golul
\nde la poart\u0103 la diminea\u0163a din spatele casei<\/p>\n

abia atunci ia privirea cu ea<\/p>\n

v\u00e2ntul prinde geamul sub\u0163ire<\/p>\n

mama a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u00een loc de strad\u0103<\/p>\n

e ziua \u00eemi spune<\/p>\n

o v\u0103d cum se \u00eenf\u0103\u015foar\u0103
\nde parc\u0103 ar pune v\u00e2ntul \u00een m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d, nr. 15)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nIon Tudor IOVIAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

4. \u00ceN AJUN DE CR\u0102CIUN VOM DEZGROPA SECUREA
\n\u2013 BOCET POSTMODERN \u2013 \u00ceN PATRU P\u0102R\u0162I<\/strong><\/p>\n

E ORA UNU<\/strong><\/p>\n

omul negru n-a venit
\ne ora dou\u0103
\nomul negru n-a venit
\ne ora trei…<\/p>\n

\u201emami\u0163o, de ce nu mai vine? eu vreau s\u0103 vie!\u201c<\/p>\n

\u00een locul lui bradule bradule \u2013 menit \u015fi bucuriei \u015fi mor\u0163ii
\n\u201ede ieri diminea\u0163\u0103 vin feciori prin cea\u0163\u0103
\ncu p\u0103rul l\u0103sat
\ncu roua pe fa\u0163\u0103
\ncu cea\u0163a pe bra\u0163\u0103
\ncu barda la br\u00eeu
\ncu colaci de gr\u00eeu
\ncu securi pe m\u00een\u0103
\nmerinde pe-o lun\u0103…\u201c<\/p>\n

\u015eI TE VOR T\u0102IA HRISTOASE \u2013 BRADULE F\u0102R\u0102 MIL\u0102<\/p>\n

\u015eI NINGE CU FULGI MARI \u00ceN SEARA DE AJUN<\/p>\n

peste textul
\nscris de o m\u00een\u0103 gr\u0103bit\u0103 \u015fi rea direct \u00een inim\u0103
\ncu-n cui
\n\u015fi-n fiecare fulg
\ncineva a \u015ftan\u0163at chipul mor\u0163ii ca nimeni
\ns\u0103 nu-l descifreze \u2013 \u015fi textul se n\u0103ruie
\n cuvintele se zb\u00eercesc sar din pagin\u0103 s\u00eengereaz\u0103
\n umbl\u0103 c\u0103hui prin lume<\/p>\n

\u201ehai la groapa cu furnici
\nba-i aici ba nu-i aici\u201c
\n zice mami\u0163a c\u0103ut\u00eend ciucalata \u00een carul cu f\u00een<\/p>\n

\u015eI FRIGUL \u00ce\u015eI \u00ceNTINDE ZAUA PESTE
\n SUFLETE PRIN OD\u0102I PE SUB CER<\/p>\n

DA DA PUI\u015eOR
\n vom preg\u0103ti bradul de Cr\u0103ciun \u00eei vom schimba drumul
\n \u00een cur\u00eend
\n de cu sear\u0103
\n vom ascu\u0163i securea
\n \u015fi c\u0103ngile de o\u0163el le vom scoate din sipete
\n \u015fi c\u0103lu\u015ful de \u00een\u0103bu\u015fit \u0163ip\u0103tul
\n \u015fi odgoanele pentru sufletul sl\u0103bit de spaim\u0103<\/p>\n

\u201eOra mor\u0163ilor, ora \u2013!
\n\u2014 Deschide\u0163i por\u0163ile!
\n\u2014 Ale cui?
\n\u2014 Ale lui IOVIAN-\u00eemp\u0103ratul.
\n\u2014 Ce dai vam\u0103?
\n\u2014 Un c\u0103\u0163el
\n\u015e-un purcel
\n\u015ei pe tine, quelle horreur,
\nMon cher
\nHypocrite lecteur!…<\/p>\n

II<\/strong>
\nda da omule negru <\/p>\n

\u2013\u015fi dac\u0103 tot ai venit omule negru
\nia s\u0103 te scarmene pu\u0163intel mami\u0163a \u015fi mam’mare
\ns\u0103 nu le ui\u0163i c\u00eete zile-i avea
\n\u201eSt\u0103i tu, c\u0103 te-nv\u0103\u0163 eu pe tine, cenghene turceasc\u0103,
\n …spurc\u0103ciune
\nde b\u0103d\u0103ran, …p\u0103c\u0103tosule, janghinosule \u015fi r\u00eeiosule!\u201c
\nS\u0103-\u0163i piar\u0103 numele,
\n s\u0103-\u0163i curg\u0103 pi\u015fatul,
\n s\u0103-\u0163i crape pielea
\n s\u0103-\u0163i sece vinele
\n s\u0103-\u0163i coac\u0103 creierii-n cap
\n s\u0103 \u0163i se usuce gogoa\u015fele ochilor
\n s\u0103-\u0163i creasc\u0103 p\u0103r de \u0163ap pe pro\u0163ap \u015fi pe \u0163\u00ee\u0163\u0103
\n p\u0103r de m\u00ee\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

da da omule negru
\nc\u00eet vei fi legat fedele\u015f \u015fi b\u0103tut peste buce cu evantaiul
\nde mam’mare \u015fi mami\u0163a \u015fi tanti Mi\u0163a
\n\u00een pia\u0163a Matache<\/p>\n

noi vom preg\u0103ti bradul de Cr\u0103ciun
\n \u2013 cu panglici pa\u015faport \u015fi azim\u0103
\n \u00eel vom preg\u0103ti pentru o c\u0103l\u0103torie tare grea
\npeste ape negre
\n prin h\u0103\u0163i\u015furi de spini prin ce\u0163uri de s\u00eenge
\n peste pr\u0103p\u0103stii
\n cimitire de ma\u015fini ora\u015fe p\u0103r\u0103site c\u00eempuri de var
\nori poate
\npentru r\u00eesul cristalin al copilului care l-a hr\u0103nit \u00een vis
\ncu-n c\u00eentec f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00eer\u015fit un ziorel de ziu\u0103<\/p>\n

poate nu vom auzi
\ncutremurul bradului
\n\u201eeu
\ndac\u0103 \u015ftiam
\nnu mai r\u0103s\u0103ream
\neu de-a\u015f fi \u015ftiut
\nn-a\u015f mai fi crescut\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201edu-t’ te plimb\u0103, \u015fi s\u0103 ne vedem c\u00eend mi-oi vedea
\n ceafa…!\u201d
\nomule negru<\/p>\n

ascult\u0103
\n\u201eeu dac\u0103 \u015ftiam
\nnu mai r\u0103s\u0103ream eu de-a\u015f fi \u015ftiut n-a\u015f mai fi crescut\u201c<\/p>\n

III<\/strong><\/p>\n

bradule nenorocule fericitule
\nluminile uciga\u015fei noastre bucurii
\n se vor amesteca \u00een verdele t\u0103u r\u0103coros
\n scurs \u00een p\u0103m\u00eent
\n cu zarva c\u00eeinilor-c\u0103pc\u00eeni care te vor rupe pe de
\n l\u0103turi
\n\u00ee\u0163i vom pune ghirlande multicolore
\nbr\u0103\u0163\u0103ri de ghea\u0163\u0103 la\u0163uri viclene
\n\u015fi clopo\u0163ei \u00ee\u0163i vom pune
\n\u00een cetin\u0103
\n s\u0103-\u0163i acopere geam\u0103tul c\u00eend om da cu
\n securea
\n\u00ee\u0163i vom pune sare pe r\u0103ni te vom \u015ftampila cu tu\u015f stacojiu
\n \u015fi-\u0163i vom pre\u0163\u0103lui via\u0163a luat\u0103
\n \u00een bani r\u00eesete \u0163uic\u0103 fiart\u0103 muzici sudalme<\/p>\n

\u201eeu dac\u0103 \u015ftiam
\nnu mai r\u0103s\u0103ream
\neu de-a\u015f fi \u015ftiut
\nn-a\u015f mai fi crescut\u201c…<\/p>\n

bradule bradule <\/p>\n

auzi \u015fi preg\u0103te\u015fte-te
\n \u201eAst\u0103zi s-a n\u0103scut Hristos
\n Florile dalbe…\u201c
\ndar tu
\ndar tu vei sim\u0163i ascu\u0163i\u015ful securii \u015fi frigul \u015fi cutremurul
\n\u015fi nu vei mai l\u0103sa pe p\u0103m\u00eent
\numbr\u0103<\/p>\n

ne vom bucura de na\u015fterea lui Isus
\nbradule norocos bradule r\u0103v\u0103\u015fit de spaim\u0103
\n\u015fi nu \u015ftim c\u0103-L vom crucifica \u00een toate zilele noastre<\/p>\n

\u015fi ne vom preface c\u0103 nu sim\u0163im cum ne g\u00eetuie ur\u00eetul \u015fi
\n ne apas\u0103 vina<\/p>\n

acum ne \u00een\u0163eap\u0103 inima
\n cu ace pufoase
\n o fiin\u0163\u0103 c\u0103reia oglinzile nu-i arat\u0103 fa\u0163a
\n\u015fi ea ne scrie \u00een catastif povestea s\u0103lcie peste alte o mie
\n \u015fi una de pove\u015fti
\nde nimeni desc\u00eelcite
\n\u201eeu dac\u0103 \u015ftiam
\nnu mai r\u0103s\u0103ream eu de-a\u015f fi avut n-a\u015f mai fi crescut\u201c…<\/p>\n

IV<\/strong><\/p>\n

nalt am fost verde am fost
\nmi-a picat verdele jos<\/p>\n

singur \u00eemp\u0103rat nebun
\npeste m\u0103n\u0103stiri de fum <\/p>\n

am c\u0103tat \u00een lung de brazi m\u0103ri
\nsufletului r\u0103nit fra\u0163i<\/p>\n

ger a\u015f \u00eendura \u015fi foc
\nde-a via\u0163a s\u0103 m\u0103 mai joc<\/p>\n

am murit \u015fi m-am \u00eentors
\nmoartea o \u015ftiu pe de rost<\/p>\n

dar ce \u015ftiu nu-mi folose\u015fte
\nprins \u00een via\u0163\u0103 ca-ntr-un cle\u015fte<\/p>\n

mi-i ur\u00eet unde m\u0103 duc
\ntot pucioas\u0103 \u015fi n\u0103luc<\/p>\n

\u201eeu dac\u0103 \u015ftiam
\nnu mai r\u0103s\u0103ream
\neu de-a\u015f fi \u015ftiut
\nn-a\u015f mai fi crescut\u201c
\n
\n 5.\u201edeux \u00e9tions et n\u2019avions qu\u2019un seul c\u0153ur\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe foaia murdar\u0103 de prea mult alb funebru
\na dat \u00eenfloare un prun pe care l-am g\u00e2ndit ani \u00eendelungi
\niat\u0103-l
\ne beat de fericire c\u0103 exist\u0103<\/p>\n

un l\u0103stun \u015fi-a a\u015fezat
\n\u00een crengile lui gracile \u015firagul de pic\u0103turi de s\u00e2nge al
\n unui c\u00e2ntec d\u2019antan
\n\u201cdeux \u00e9tions et n\u2019avions qu\u2019un seul c\u0153ur\u201d<\/p>\n

\u0219i nici n-am b\u0103gat de seam\u0103 c\u0103 din gr\u0103din\u0103
\na disp\u0103rut prunul acela d\u00e9j\u00e0 b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u015fi a l\u0103sat locul gol \u015fi
\n n-a mai crescut nimic acolo
\n-a fost g\u0103sit la col\u0163ul str\u0103zii
\npr\u0103bu\u015fit peste textul acestui poem- <\/p>\n

a disp\u0103rut \u015fi l\u0103stunul-
\n\u015fi pata lui de cer s-a zdren\u0163uit \u015fi apoi s-a pierdut \u00een
\n \u00eenserare \u015fi apoi \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

conturul durerii lui pe asfalt s-a \u015fters \u015fi el – <\/p>\n

dar al\u0103turi erai tu – acum nu mai e\u015fti \u2013 acum e doar
\n zidul care nu mai sf\u00e2r\u015fe\u015fte
\ndintre tine \u015fi umbra ta pe foaia mu\u015fcat\u0103 deja de negru:
\n\u201edeux \u00e9tions et n\u2019avions qu\u2019un seul c\u0153ur\u201d<\/p>\n

dar tu –
\ndar eu-<\/p>\n

pe foaia de h\u00e2rtie mu\u015fcat\u0103 deja de negru
\nd\u0103 \u00een floare
\nfrica<\/p>\n

un c\u00e2ntecel sugrumat de emo\u0163ie h\u0103l\u0103duind liber
\n pe str\u0103zi \u015fi vata de zah\u0103r pe b\u0103\u0163
\n\u015fi
\nsuflul cald
\nal gurii tale l\u00e2ng\u0103 lobul urechii \u015fi umbra unui l\u0103stun i\u0163it\u0103
\n nu se \u015ftie de unde
\nm\u0103 fac s\u0103 iau foc dintr-o dat\u0103:
\n \u201edeux \u00e9tions et n\u2019avions qu\u2019un seul c\u0153ur\u201d<\/p>\n

dar e prea t\u00e2rziu<\/p>\n

6.am uitat cine sunt am uitat ce caut pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n printre
\ncuvintele-miei t\u0103iate la g\u00e2t<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u020bn plin\u0103 zi
\n\u020bn lumea Ta Doamne
\nam uitat cine sunt am uitat ce caut pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt printre
\n cuvintele-miei t\u0103iate la g\u00e2t
\ncare ard \u015fi tr\u0103deaz\u0103
\nam uitat
\nce caut printer termina\u0163iile nervoase ale dimine\u0163ilor cu
\n \u015fpan sub pleoape
\ncu cenu\u015fi \u020bntre filele c\u0103r\u0163ilor
\nprin hrubele
\nat\u00e2tor lumi pierdute
\nat\u00e2tor vie\u0163i f\u0103r\u0103 istorie f\u0103r\u0103 un dram de lumin\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 un
\n dram de adev\u0103r<\/p>\n

\u020bnjur doar verde coclit
\nverde sticlos
\ndoar fier \u015fi smog \u015fi o\u0163et
\naer casant flori arse de acizi f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni cu pucioas\u0103 c\u0103r\u0163i
\nc\u0103lcate cu bocancul
\nartere tot mai obosite prin care ur\u00e2tu \u020b\u015fi trage s\u00e2rma
\n ghimpat\u0103
\npove\u015ftile copil\u0103riei scrise cu sc\u00e2rn\u0103<\/p>\n

dar acolo pe asfalt
\no flac\u0103r\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103 d\u0103 s\u0103 se sting\u0103 dar nu se stinge –
\nde unde o fi ap\u0103rut –<\/p>\n

un pl\u00e2nset peste putin\u0163\u0103 de \u020bndurat
\n\u020b\u015fi strecoar\u0103 \u015ferpii de fum \u015fi \u015ffacul peste c\u00e2mpul de fier
\n verde coclit
\n\u015fi \u020bneac\u0103 \u020bn le\u015fie cuvintele p\u0103tate de murd\u0103ria zilei<\/p>\n

dar eu<\/p>\n

dar el-<\/p>\n

\u015fi el nu-\u015fi arat\u0103 fa\u0163a \u015fi
\nsugrum\u0103 acolo
\n\u020bntre lumi
\nbucuria l\u0103stunului care se scald\u0103 \u020bntr-o raz\u0103 de soare
\n\u020bn praful drumului printre scr\u00e2\u015fnete \u015fi sud\u0103lmi<\/p>\n

– un l\u0103stun care se scald\u0103
\n\u020bn palma Ta Doamne –<\/p>\n

\u015fi flac\u0103r\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103 d\u0103 s\u0103 se sting\u0103
\n\u020bn prunul de la poart\u0103 dintr-o dat\u0103 \u020bnfrigurat
\n\u020bn meri\u015forul s\u0103lbatic
\n\u020bn creierul tot mai \u020bnnegurat
\ndar nu se stinge
\n\u015fi se aciuiaz\u0103 \u020bn palma Ta uitat\u0103 deschis\u0103
\n\u020bn ochii T\u0103i uita\u0163i deschi\u015fi<\/p>\n

da da
\ne
\no pat\u0103 de s\u00e2nge care d\u0103 s\u0103 se ridice dar brusc
\n \u020bnvine\u0163e\u015fte \u015fi d\u0103 \u020bn negru
\nchiar pe trecerea de pietoni la fluieratul unui b\u0103ie\u0163andru
\nprintre chi\u015ftocuri
\ncarduri expirate
\ninimi de c\u00e2rp\u0103 \u015fi cauciuc
\nautomobile
\nbocanci-lespede<\/p>\n

II<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u020bn plin\u0103 zi
\nundeva \u020bn lumea Ta Doamne
\nun l\u0103stun scap\u0103 din infernul \u00ab Cu\u015fca de \u015foareci \u00bb cu o
\n raz\u0103 de soare
\n\u020bn cioc
\n\u015fi se arunc\u0103 \u020bn alt\u0103 lume beat de libertate de parfumul
\n dulce-am\u0103rui al meri\u015forului s\u0103lbatic
\ndar
\nse izbe\u015fte de un cerc nev\u0103zut
\n\u015fi o m\u00e2n\u0103 nev\u0103zut\u0103 \u020bif r\u00e2nge g\u00e2tul \u015fi atunci se-ntunec\u0103 \u015fi
\n se face frig \u015fi se face ur\u00e2t
\n\u020bn ora\u015f \u020bn bistro \u020bn creierul obosit<\/p>\n

– \u015fi l\u0103stunul cu bucuria lui e doar o pat\u0103 de s\u00e2nge pe
\n asfalt –<\/p>\n

– l-am strigat dar el nu s-a \u020bntors din drumul pe care a
\n apucat-o \u020bntunecat –<\/p>\n

\u201epe c\u00e2nd lumina altor ierni ne urm\u0103re\u015fte \u020bnc\u0103\u201d<\/p>\n

\u020bn plin\u0103 zi
\n\u020bn pia\u0163a Navone \u020bn p\u0103ducherni\u0163a din col\u0163 \u020bn bisericile cu
\n parc\u0103ri la subsol \u015fi iarb\u0103 \u015fi sex
\nei trag la sor\u0163i c\u0103ma\u015fa Ta Doamne
\n\u015fi cerul promis
\n\u015fi cei treizeci de argin\u0163i \u015fi viitorul pe cartel\u0103
\nei trag pe roat\u0103
\ng\u00e2ndurile visurile valurile bucuria ne\u020bnsemnat\u0103 a
\n l\u0103stunului<\/p>\n

se face mult r\u0103u
\nse face ur\u00e2t<\/p>\n

– l-am strigat dar el nu s-a \u020bntors deja trecuse apele
\n negre deja \u020bl \u020bnghi\u0163ea noaptea – <\/p>\n

strig\u0103tul meu \u020bl \u020bnvele\u015fte \u020bn z\u0103pezi fierbin\u0163i<\/p>\n

\u00ab pe c\u00e2nd lumina altor ierni ne urm\u0103re\u015fte \u020bnc\u0103 \u00bb <\/p>\n

flac\u0103ra din creier se sparge \u020bn mii de funigei de lumin\u0103
\ncare se sting pe trecerea de pietoni
\npe sc\u0103rile care nu duc nic\u0103ieri<\/p>\n

\u015fi va fi o sear\u0103 \u015fi va fi o diminea\u0163\u0103
\ntot f\u0103r\u0103 Tine Doamne
\ntot f\u0103r\u0103 Tine<\/p>\n

\u015fi a fost o sear\u0103 \u015fi o pat\u0103 de s\u00e2nge \u020bn asfalt \u015fi un l\u0103stun
\n care s-a vrut \u020bn alt\u0103 lume \u015fi m\u00e2na care l-a ucis
\n\u015fi a fost o diminea\u0163\u0103
\ntot f\u0103r\u0103 Tine
\n\u015fi mereu e frig \u015fi \u020bntuneric \u015fi amar
\n\u020bn plin\u0103 zi<\/p>\n

\u00abpe c\u00e2nd lumina altor ierni ne urm\u0103re\u015fte \u020bnc\u0103\u00bb <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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