{"id":15926,"date":"2021-09-17T11:47:33","date_gmt":"2021-09-17T08:47:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15926"},"modified":"2021-09-17T11:47:33","modified_gmt":"2021-09-17T08:47:33","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-50-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15926","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 50 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Daniel DR\u0102GAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Hohote mari auzind<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u00e2n\u0103ra femeie nu exist\u0103 dec\u00e2t \u00een zilele cu so\u0163.
\nRupea macaroane deasupra oalei cu sup\u0103.
\n\u015ei macaroanele trosneau ca sentimentele
\nvreascuri c\u0103lcate-n picioare.<\/p>\n

De ce r\u00e2zi?
\n\u00eentreab\u0103 el hohote mari auzind.<\/p>\n

Nic\u0103ieri nu se mai afla pentru el
\no alt\u0103 oal\u0103 cu sup\u0103.
\nNic\u0103ieri nu se mai afla pentru ea
\no alt\u0103 oal\u0103 cu sup\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nAscuns<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe fundul m\u0103rii zace un curcubeu.
\nN\u0103voadele \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-l prind\u0103
\ns\u0103-l urce pe cer sau s\u0103-l aga\u0163e de grind\u0103<\/p>\n


\nNe\u00eemplinita v\u00e2n\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dorm sufocate-n p\u0103duri troienite
\nurme de s\u00e2nge c\u0103ma\u015fa fratelui meu
\nfiara fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103 adulmec\u0103 urmele
\ngeam\u0103t \u015fi s\u00e2nge urmele fratelui meu.<\/p>\n

Pulberea alb\u0103 frige potecile
\nurmele mor\u0163ii reazim\u0103 coastele digului
\nfiara p\u00e2nde\u015fte ascult\u0103
\ncum taie \u00een oase fier\u0103straiele frigului.<\/p>\n

Fiara \u00ee\u015fi leag\u0103n\u0103 multele capete
\nn-are angoase \u015ftie ce vrea.
\nNici o p\u0103dure nici o crevas\u0103
\nnu se compar\u0103 cu ea.<\/p>\n

Tremur\u0103-n lan\u0163uri cuvinte uitate
\ngramatica s-a acrit ca o\u0163etul.
\nNu bate nimeni darabana n-o bate
\nDumnezeu a uitat alfabetul.<\/p>\n

Pip\u0103ie noaptea cu degete ude
\nnoaptea e oarb\u0103 oarbele tac
\nNu ne mai vede nu ne mai aude
\nicoana cavalerului trac.<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 18)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nGheorghe ISTRATE<\/strong><\/p>\n

B\u0103r\u0103gan<\/strong><\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2nt clocit de berze scrum de tuci
\nbl\u0103ni \u00eenv\u0103rgate-n ochiul zilei
\nierburi rostogolite-n v\u0103l\u0103tuci
\npe pulberea dospit\u0103 a reptilei<\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu lespezi linse de \u015fop\u00e2rle
\namiaz\u0103 fiart\u0103 n\u0103du\u015find a ploaie
\nv\u00e2ntul \u00een galben se azv\u00e2rle
\ncerul acre\u015fte \u00een noroaie<\/p>\n

trece un tren scr\u00e2\u015fnindu-\u015fi zgura
\nde\u015ferturi de c\u0103ldur\u0103 lep\u0103d\u00e2nd
\n\u015fi dup\u0103 el se-nvolbur\u0103 de-a dura
\npopoare de ciulini migr\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

nave zv\u00e2ntate satele r\u0103m\u00e2n
\npe oase de b\u0103rba\u0163i cl\u0103dite
\n\u015fi ur\u015fii ne cutrier\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2ni
\nspin\u0103rile-arcuite \u00een ispite<\/p>\n

\u00een umbra omului f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni se-adun\u0103
\npe ghizduri clocotesc dr\u0103ce\u015fte \u015ferpii
\nse desfrunze\u015fte und\u0103-n und\u0103
\np\u0103m\u00e2nt ce \u00een v\u0103zduh inund\u0103<\/p>\n

sahar\u0103 stins\u0103-n trapul ierbii<\/p>\n

am veste despre entit\u0103\u0163i<\/p>\n

am veste despre entit\u0103\u0163i:
\nseveritatea lor recuz\u0103
\nm\u0103iastra unei alte d\u0103\u0163i
\nce-mi sparge vorba de pe buz\u0103<\/p>\n

am vrut eu \u00eensumi – \u015fi am fost
\no \u00een\u0103l\u0163are matinal\u0103
\n\u00een rana Muntelui Agnost
\n\u00een \u015foptitoarea lui moral\u0103<\/p>\n

nu e t\u00e2rziu \u2013 nici e devreme
\nm-ating de ochiul meu amar
\n\u0219i timpu-n libertate geme
\npe-un cer din ce \u00een ce mai rar<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 18)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDiana TRANDAFIR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Sim\u0163<\/strong><\/p>\n

e un tineret cu poten\u0163ial
\n\u00eei simt r\u0103suflarea verde
\n\u00een ceaf\u0103
\ncum arunc\u0103 totul spre zidul
\nsprijinit cu m\u00e2inile mele
\ndispersiile se fac
\n\u00een deplin\u0103 libertate
\nde ac\u0163iune
\nchiar aici de fa\u0163\u0103 cu to\u0163i
\nprin dioptriile ochelarilor
\nfabrica\u0163i pentru a viziona filme 3D
\nmor speran\u0163ele dar
\nrenasc con\u015ftiin\u0163ele
\ntobo\u015farul a devenit
\ncapul familiei
\n\u015fi veste\u015fte mereu
\npauzele dintre secunde
\ncare mocnesc
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la os<\/p>\n


\nRitual<\/strong><\/p>\n

au \u00eenceput s\u0103 moar\u0103
\nbunicii
\ncopiii fac patul \u00eentind
\nbasmele peste tot
\npun la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i
\n\u015faua calului m\u00e2nc\u0103tor de
\nj\u0103ratic
\ndeseneaz\u0103 cu degetele mici
\ndrumul devenit curcubeu
\nde fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\ncerul se umple de stele
\npe pielea spatelui simt
\nfurnic\u0103turi de lumin\u0103
\nca \u015fi c\u00e2nd ar cre\u015fte
\ncopaci alba\u015ftri-argintii
\nde care s\u0103 ne leg\u0103n\u0103m
\ncu m\u00e2inile goale<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 23)<\/em><\/p>\n


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

Poemul gerului de care crap\u0103 pietrele<\/em><\/p>\n

S-a f\u0103cut ger amarnic, ast\u0103-noapte, iubite,
\nDin sufletul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la intrarea \u00een cer.
\nAt\u00e2t de ger, \u00eenc\u00e2t crap\u0103
\nR\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd, inimile de piatr\u0103,
\nInima albastr\u0103,
\nInimile de tinichea.<\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rile v\u0103zduhului, zgribulite,
\nS-au adunat \u00een zori la fereastr\u0103…
\nLe-am dat s\u0103 ciuguleasc\u0103 boabe de gr\u00e2u,
\nAm cules cu privirea c\u00e2\u0163iva fulgi de z\u0103pad\u0103,
\nCa s\u0103 aib\u0103, \u00eenaripatele, ce bea…
\n…Topite lacrimi de nea.<\/p>\n

\u00cen inima mea le-am primit,
\nCuiburi s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eentocmeasc\u0103, s\u0103 stea acolo
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd s-o-mprim\u0103v\u0103ra
\n\u015ei le-o veni vremea
\nS\u0103 c\u00e2nte, \u00een slav\u0103 s\u0103 zboare,
\nM\u00e2ng\u00e2iate de soare.<\/p>\n


\nPoemul ostrovului alb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Frumos a nins ast\u0103-noapte, iubite,
\nPrin luncile trecerii \u015fi ale t\u0103cerii,
\nPeste cercul \u00eenchis al durerii,
\nPeste anemonele cernite,
\nPeste \u015fapte hotare de singur\u0103tate…<\/p>\n

Z\u0103pezi, imponderabile precum lumina,
\nOstrovul alb de l\u00e2ng\u0103 izvoare
\nL-au izb\u0103vit, l-au primenit
\n\u00cen od\u0103jdii argintii, preacurate.<\/p>\n

Lac\u0103te s-au fr\u00e2nt,
\nPor\u0163i s-au deschis, primitoare,
\nSpre lumea-n care s\u0103l\u0103\u015fluie\u015fte de-a pururi
\nPrecum \u00een cer, a\u015fa \u015fi pre p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u00cent\u00e2iul cuv\u00e2nt, visul din vis.<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 23)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDumitru PAN\u0102<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Sfera (poveste)<\/em><\/p>\n

s-a retras \u00een c\u0103m\u0103ru\u0163a lui din lemn
\n\u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2nt lipit\u0103 de spatele casei.
\n\u00ee\u015fi a\u015ftepta moartea.
\n\u015fi-a pus toate \u00een ordine.
\na l\u0103sat vorb\u0103 ce trebuie.
\n\u015fi acum prive\u015fte la televizor.
\nmai cite\u015fte din C\u0103r\u0163ile Sfinte
\nmai \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2te un c\u00e2ntecel ost\u0103\u015fesc.
\ndar mai mult prive\u015fte la televizor
\ncare \u00eel plictise\u015fte de moarte.
\n\u201ca\u015fa nu-i chip s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc. A\u015fa nu-i chip
\ns\u0103 mor\u201d. a\u015fa c\u0103
\ns-a ridicat din pat \u015fi a ie\u015fit pe la treburi.
\na construit chiar \u015fi o sfer\u0103 (cum spune
\nDiogene Laertios despre Anaximandru).
\ndar acum oricine poate construi o sfer\u0103.
\nla un timp ai lui nu l-au mai g\u0103sit \u00een c\u0103m\u0103ru\u0163\u0103
\nnici pe afar\u0103. televizorul mergea f\u0103r\u0103 el. sfera
\ns-o rostogoli \u015fi acum pe undeva
\nprin cele patru z\u0103ri.
\nMai mult dec\u00e2t
\nHistria Tomis Callatis \u00eemi spun
\n\u015fi-i spun \u015fi fiului meu. marea
\npentru ultima oar\u0103 anul acesta.
\n\u00een toate culorile lumii. altele
\nnu-mi mai pot
\n\u00eenchipui. doar culorile a\u015ftept\u0103rii
\nculorile visului. acolo unde
\nmarea se tulbur\u0103 numai de frig.
\ntriste\u0163ea \u00eent\u00e2rzie anotimpuri. tris-
\nte\u0163ea \u00eent\u00e2rzie o \u00eentreag\u0103 poveste. acolo
\nunde o fereastr\u0103 spre mare este mai mult
\nDec\u00e2t o carte de poezie<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 24)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nFlorentin POPESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

T\u0103bli\u0163\u0103 de la Ninive<\/em><\/p>\n

Supus eram celui ne\u00eenduplecat: lui Enlil
\n\u015fi-aveam \u00een putere dimine\u0163ile, nop\u0163ile
\n\u015fi crugul destinului altora; \u00een m\u00e2inile mele
\nse rotea scr\u00e2nciobul lumii acesteia
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la strea\u015fina stelelor
\nprin care eu \u00eensumi priveam spre p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nPuternic eram \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163ind fericirea
\n\u015fi durerea \u015fi r\u00e2sul \u015fi pl\u00e2nsul
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 s-aud
\ncum picioarele mele, precum un copac
\nse-acopereau de scoar\u0163\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103,
\nputernic eram \u0163in\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2ntarul
\nfaptelor bune ori rele, judec\u00e2ndu-le singur
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 s-aud
\ncum inima, cum privirile mele
\n\u015fi cum g\u00e2ndul meu se-acopereau treptat
\nde-o rugin\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103 adus\u0103 de mare
\n\u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103-n demultul v\u00e2rstelor mele
\np\u00e2n\u0103-ajungeam un t\u00e2n\u0103r, p\u00e2n\u0103-ajungeam copil
\njudec\u00e2ndu-v\u0103 mult prea bl\u00e2nd,
\nmult prea-n\u0163elept \u015fi cu bun\u0103tate.
\nIerta\u0163i-m\u0103,
\nsupus eram celui ne\u00eenduplecat: lui Enlil.<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 24)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nCostel BUNOAICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

A\u015eEZAREA \u00ceN SINE<\/strong><\/p>\n

De\u015fi nu am plecat nic\u0103ieri, simt, uneori, c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc acas\u0103.
\nCel dinl\u0103untrul meu altfel m\u0103 prive\u015fte. I se \u00eentrege\u015fte lumina
\ndin ochi, chipul \u00eei sur\u00e2de \u015fi, Doamne, pe dat\u0103-nflore\u015fte!
\nRelele \u00eel p\u0103r\u0103sesc.
\n\u015ei migreaz\u0103\u2026 Migreaz\u0103. Chiar dac\u0103 cea\u0163a e deas\u0103 \u015fi prin jur
\nsunt doar oameni str\u0103ini cu pocale de vin. \u015ei venin.
\nNu \u00eei condamn, nu le pun c\u0103tu\u015fe. La g\u00e2nduri. La m\u00e2ini.
\n\u00cei las liberi cu poftele lor. S\u0103 roiasc\u0103 pe str\u0103zi. S\u0103 \u00eenoate \u00een lac.
\nS\u0103 fac\u0103 amor dup\u0103 bunul lor plac.
\nS\u0103 cad\u0103-n p\u0103cat . Sau la pat.
\nE alegerea lor, nu pot s\u0103-i opresc. Nici nu vreau.
\nA\u015fa \u015fti-voi \u015fi eu ce g\u00e2ndesc. Cum danseaz\u0103.
\n\u015eti-voi ce s\u0103 iau, ce s\u0103 dau. Cum s\u0103 cresc \u00een suflet uitarea,
\ns\u0103 le fie ziua pedeaps\u0103. \u015ei noaptea mireas\u0103.<\/p>\n

De\u015fi nu-s plecat nic\u0103ieri, simt, uneori, c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc acas\u0103.
\nC\u0103 timpul, a\u015fezat \u00eentre mine \u015fi lucruri, nu m\u0103 mai apas\u0103. \u015ei sunt
\nLiber. Desc\u0103tu\u015fat. Respir libertate. \u015ei aer curat.
\n\u2026Se aprinde o lumin\u0103-n fereastr\u0103: lumina din ochi.
\nA mea. A ta. Lumina noastr\u0103.
\nNu mai hoin\u0103resc prin iluzii. \u0162in timpul \u00een loc. Inima bate puternic.
\nS\u00e2ngele, iart\u0103-l! ia foc. C\u00e2nd te simte aproape, carnea mea
\nexplodeaz\u0103 frumos. Cum cire\u015ful \u00een floare. Ca mirosul din merele
\ncoapte. Ca un c\u00e2ntec duios.<\/p>\n

\u015etiu, \u00een jurul meu roiesc oameni str\u0103ini. Care pot s\u0103 \u00eemi fie
\nprieteni. Alt\u0103dat\u0103. Acum, o hait\u0103 de c\u00e2ini. Minunat\u0103.
\n\u015ei, cu toate acestea,
\nc\u00e2nd se aprinde o lumin\u0103-n fereastr\u0103, de\u015fi nu sunt
\nplecat nic\u0103ieri, simt c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc iar\u0103\u015fi acas\u0103.<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 25)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nCosmin P\u00c2RGHIE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Cu\u015fc\u0103 de hulubi. S\u0103 fie trupul meu (cu\u015fc\u0103 de hulubi)?<\/strong><\/p>\n

la \u00eenceput a picurat \u00eencet
\n(nu e semn bun \u2013 strig\u0103 o b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 rump\u00e2nd cuvintele parc\u0103 dintr-un poem de carton)
\nApoi din cerul bolnav a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se scuture bolovani
\n\u00een r\u0103stimpuri
\nde parc\u0103 cineva s-ar fi urcat \u00een pomul Domnului \u015fi ar fi scuturat mere de mai multe ori. mere dulci \u015fi
\naurite mere sfinte pentru guri pline cu viermi
\npoate c\u0103 cineva s-a urcat \u00een cer \u015fi l-a m\u00e2niat pe Dumnezeu
\n(doar omul e vinovat doar omul e vinovat strig\u0103 un \u0163\u00e2nc cu ochi b\u0103tu\u0163i de spaim\u0103)
\n\u015fi Dumnezeu a luat toiagul \u015fi l-a aplecat \u00eenspre noi
\n(cu durere l-a aplecat, c\u0103ci tot el ne n\u0103scuse c\u00e2ndva)
\n\u015fi din cerul bolnav
\natunci
\nparc\u0103 s-a dezl\u0103n\u0163uit potopul.
\n\u015etii
\na urmat
\na urmat ca cerul s\u0103 vomeze de durere foc
\napoi o ploaie purtat\u0103 pe-o pal\u0103 de v\u00e2nt nebun
\nm-a izbit atunci direct \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 ca un semn r\u0103u
\n(de fapt poate c\u0103 a fost o palm\u0103 aspr\u0103 dat\u0103 de El:
\npliosc! peste fe\u0163e \u015fi fe\u0163e din spatele unui chip la \u00eent\u00e2mplare)
\nn-am ezitat mi-am f\u0103cut cruce pe fug\u0103
\n\u015fi m-am ad\u0103postit sub o poart\u0103. m-am sim\u0163it atunci at\u00e2t de gol
\nsub privirea Lui (eram neputincios m\u0103 sim\u0163eam ru\u015finat)
\n\u015fi de-acolo de sub poart\u0103 priveam cum \u00eencet infernul se na\u015fte
\n\u00eenec\u00e2ndu-l pe Noe cu semin\u0163ia lui
\ndar eu? cum r\u0103m\u00e2ne cu mine?<\/p>\n


\no fr\u00e2nghie \u00eenflorit\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

sufletul \u2013 o fr\u00e2nghie \u00eenflorit\u0103
\nce se arcuie\u015fte
\npe un trunchi de lut \u2013
\n\u015ftii
\nc\u00e2nd am pip\u0103it ultima oar\u0103 fr\u00e2nghia \u00eenflorit\u0103
\nce se arcuia
\npe un trunchi de lut
\nm-am \u00een\u0163epat
\nde fapt n-am \u015ftiut c\u0103 sub fiecare boboc de floare
\nse ascund \u0163epi. \u0163epi venino\u015fi (nimeni nu mi-a spus)
\n\u015fi m-am \u00een\u0163epat. v\u00e2rful de spin s-a for\u0163at s\u0103-mi g\u0103ureasc\u0103 pielea
\ndegetul p\u00e2n\u0103 ce a dat de s\u00e2nge \u015fi a ajuns la os. atunci am urlat crud
\nde parc\u0103 jum\u0103t\u0103\u0163i din mine s-au rupt \u015fi celelalte jum\u0103t\u0103\u0163i con\u015ftiente de tragedie
\numblau bezmetice s\u0103 se \u00eemperecheze. s\u0103 se adune ca \u00eentr-un snop de gr\u00e2u.
\n\u015fi am urlat crud, c\u0103ci m-a durut
\n\u015fi m-a durut c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd bunicul a ales s\u0103 moar\u0103.
\nPe urm\u0103 din deget a \u00eenceput s\u0103 curg\u0103 s\u00e2nge molcom
\n\u015firag de m\u0103rgele. \u015fi m\u0103rgelele
\npliosc. pliosc. pliosc
\npeste trunchiul de lut peste fr\u00e2nghia \u00eenflorit\u0103
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ce toate s-au uscat sub ochii mei<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 25)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nOfelia PRODAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

2. Str\u0103inii dintre lumi
\nr\u0103ni albe<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi crestez r\u0103ni frumoase pe trup,
\nr\u0103ni albe \u015fi calde ca un miez de p\u00e2ine.
\nsunt trei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni de c\u00e2nd ei au
\nplecat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt. de atunci,
\nle aud vocile \u015fi \u00een somn. acum, r\u0103nile
\nse deschid ca ni\u015fte guri \u015fi \u00eemi
\nvorbesc cu vocile lor. \u00eemi spun s\u0103 \u00eei a\u015ftept.
\nc\u0103 nu au plecat de tot. c\u0103 ne desparte
\ndoar un spa\u0163iu fragil precum o coal\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie.
\nm\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc s\u0103 le scriu ceva \u015fi atunci
\nr\u0103nile mele albe se a\u015faz\u0103 frumos
\nca ni\u015fte cuvinte pe trupul meu. doar ei pot
\n\u00een\u0163elege mesajul lor. doar eu le pot
\n\u00een\u0163elege glasul \u015fi deodat\u0103 tot trupul meu
\ne o ran\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u015fi alb\u0103 de sus
\np\u00e2n\u0103 jos, at\u00e2t c\u00e2t s\u0103 ne recunoa\u015ftem \u00eentre noi.<\/p>\n


\no moarte nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

de la o vreme umblu cu grij\u0103 \u00eenl\u0103untrul
\nmeu. nu se \u015ftie niciodat\u0103 dac\u0103 voi
\ng\u0103si ceva cu totul nea\u015fteptat \u015fi \u00eengrozitor
\na\u015fa ca o moarte nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103. c\u00e2teodat\u0103
\nm\u0103 plimb \u00een jurul meu, apoi \u00een jurul lor p\u00e2n\u0103
\naud cum url\u0103m f\u0103r\u0103 glas. ei v\u0103d ceea ce
\nv\u0103d \u015fi eu, dar dintr-un alt loc. cineva bun,
\ncineva \u00eeng\u0103duitor o s\u0103 suprapun\u0103
\nlocurile \u00een care ne afl\u0103m \u00een acest moment.
\n\u015fi r\u0103ul care ne roade pu\u0163in c\u00e2te pu\u0163in
\ndin suflete se va ridica obosit ca
\nun b\u0103tr\u00e2n orb lovind cu bastonul lui de fier
\n\u00een craniile noastre. atunci voi \u015fti c\u0103
\n\u00eenl\u0103untrul meu este at\u00e2ta loc \u00eenc\u00e2t to\u0163i pot
\nintra s\u0103 vad\u0103 ceea ce vedem \u015fi noi
\nc\u00e2nd ei se re\u00eentorc din \u00eentunericul de afar\u0103.<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 25)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nLucian M\u0102N\u0102ILESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Expozi\u0163ia zilei de m\u00e2ine<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au umplut expozi\u0163iile lumii de fotografii trucate…
\nL-am v\u0103zut \u00eentr-una pe Dumnezeu, singur \u015fi b\u0103tr\u00e2n,
\ncer\u015find la col\u0163ul str\u0103zii, \u00een alta oamenii se c\u0103lcau
\n\u00een picioare la slujba de m\u00e2ntuire \u015fi \u00een alta un adolescent
\nstrivea \u00een palm\u0103 fulgii de z\u0103pad\u0103…
\nOhohooo… ce a mai nins peste ora\u015ful surdo-mut;
\ncu vr\u0103bii, cu raze de soare cu albastrul mu\u0163eniei!…
\nOhohooo… ce a mai nins \u015fi ce viscole au r\u0103v\u0103\u015fit
\nmemoria \u015fi ce t\u00e2rziu e acum, c\u00e2nd ghilotina cade
\npeste fericita str\u00e2mb\u0103tur\u0103 a saltimbancului
\nr\u0103t\u0103cit printre ova\u0163iile singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii!<\/p>\n


\nBig Bang<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centre galaxia auzului \u015fi cea a t\u0103cerii,
\ne o disperare pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103, un milion de ani lumin\u0103,
\ncu \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri geologice, cu dinozauri,
\n\u015fi fluturi devast\u00e2nd istoria cuantic\u0103 a secundelor…
\nDar p\u00e2n\u0103 la tine, iubito, p\u00e2n\u0103 la marginea
\nuniversului, \u015fi chiar dincolo de margine,
\nse poate ajunge cu un singur sur\u00e2s, cu
\nun singur \u015fi feeric infarct stelar…<\/p>\n


\nLumea de dup\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fitul lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lumea cinematecii de sub p\u0103l\u0103ria cu boruri largi,
\ndin care regizorul kaghebist scoate iepuri
\ncu patru urechi, lumea \u00een care se spune:
\n\u201e\u015fi dumnezeu a plagiat, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-l pe om
\ndup\u0103 chipul \u015fi asem\u0103narea sa\u201d, lumea
\n\u00eengr\u0103m\u0103dit\u0103 \u00een jude\u0163ul Teleorman \u00een care,
\ncum scria un poet, libertatea trage
\ncu pu\u015fca, lumea baletului pe ghea\u0163\u0103,
\nlumea incurabil\u0103, \u00een care maneli\u015fti veseli
\nasurzesc timpanele spectatorilor de profesie…<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 26)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nIon RO\u015eIORU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Nard<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ame\u0163indu-mi a\u015fteptarea cu aroma lor de nard,
\n\u00cen coliba mea de b\u00e2rne toate candelele ard.<\/p>\n

Roua sf\u00e2nt\u0103 z\u0103bove\u015fte-n steble mici de busuioc
\nDin gr\u0103dina peste care trece-o boare de noroc.<\/p>\n

Vinul nou de-abia-\u015fi strune\u015fte ro\u015fu susurul perlat
\n\u00cen ulciorul ce-n r\u0103coarea din izvor a ad\u0103stat.<\/p>\n

Pelini\u0163\u0103-abia-nflorit\u0103 pun pe lavi\u0163e de lut
\nS\u0103-mi \u0163in lupii la distan\u0163\u0103 \u015fi pustiul absolut…<\/p>\n


\nHar<\/strong><\/p>\n

Privirea mea febrilizat\u0103 se va desc\u0103tu\u015fa de ceas:
\nAi revenit ca o lumin\u0103 \u015fi iarna-n urm\u0103 a r\u0103mas.<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi cump\u0103na f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii ce sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ia lugubru va
\nUita de-aceast\u0103 n\u0103r\u0103vire de cum la ea te vei uita.<\/p>\n

La geamul mic mu\u015fcata care se ofilea de-at\u00e2ta jind
\nVa da \u00een floare de \u00eendat\u0103 ce vei privi la ea z\u00e2mbind<\/p>\n

Lingoarea c\u00e2inelui din curte se va stins subit \u015fi ea
\nExact \u00een clipa-n care, tandr\u0103, \u00een fa\u0163a lui vei ap\u0103rea<\/p>\n


\nFlash<\/strong><\/p>\n

Privesc de peste r\u00e2u livada ce-a noastr\u0103-a fost odinioar\u0103
\nE tot mai ne\u00eemprejmuit\u0103, mai ne-ngrijit\u0103 \u015fi mai rar\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe c\u00e2nd d\u0103deau \u00een p\u00e2rg\u0103 merii coseam otava de sub ei
\n\u015ei sprijineam \u00een furci de frasin b\u0103tr\u00e2nii pruni de roade
\ngrei.
\nUmpleau cu c\u00e2ntece \u0163inutul din zori \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 pe-nserate
\nCuleg\u0103toarele cu pulpe v\u00e2njoase \u015fi cu piepturi late…<\/p>\n

Acum alunec\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u015fi cresc \u00een voia lor scaie\u0163ii
\n\u015ei c\u0103pc\u0103lanii mari prin care \u00ee\u015fi pasc cat\u00e2rii suri l\u0103ie\u0163ii!<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 26)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPetru SCUTELNICU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fiorduri<\/strong><\/p>\n

prin fiorduri se \u00eensereaz\u0103 vitrinele
\nc\u00e2nd vine octombrie se \u00eentristeaz\u0103
\ntrenurile de naveti\u015fti
\ncopacul adun\u0103 pirit\u0103
\ndin mireasma ora\u015fului<\/p>\n


\nCuvinte<\/strong><\/p>\n

patrie trist\u0103
\ncuvinte de nichel \u00eenconjoar\u0103 toamna
\n\u00eentr-o noapte au desfermecat p\u0103durea<\/p>\n

g\u00e2nditor \u00een rezerva\u0163ia de cuvinte
\nte \u00eenconjoar\u0103 iarna definitiv\u0103
\nvei importa marfare
\ncu lavand\u0103 \u015fi paciuli<\/p>\n


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

e toamn\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la os<\/p>\n

fo\u015fnesc ape ciudate
\nsate amor\u0163ite de team\u0103 \u015fi brum\u0103
\npleac\u0103 \u00een istorie dincolo de Br\u0103tila
\nspitalul jude\u0163ean tremur\u0103 pe la col\u0163ul sec\u0163iei de oncologie
\nurme de parfum violet \u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015fit de lacrim\u0103<\/p>\n

prin labirint se aude un lup de cristal
\nca o sentin\u0163\u00e3 medical\u00e3
\ne prima duminic\u00e3 a lumii dint\u00e2i<\/p>\n


\nIANUARIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

ninsoare de rutin\u0103
\ntriste\u0163e de staniol
\nporumbeii copil\u0103riei s-au r\u0103t\u0103cit
\ndup\u0103 col\u0163ul str\u0103zii
\ntata s-a r\u0103t\u0103cit dup\u0103 un col\u0163 de moarte<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 27)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nVictor MUNTEANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

INTRAREA \u00ceN SINE<\/strong><\/p>\n

A nins p\u00e2n\u0103 la trei diminea\u0163a
\n\u015fi s-au \u00eenfundat toate drumurile
\npornite demult s\u0103 m\u0103 scoat\u0103
\nla un liman.<\/p>\n

A viscolit toat\u0103 noaptea p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103tul min\u0163ii \u2013
\ntroienile-au astupat cimitirul cu vr\u0103bii cu tot,
\ntemelia casei a \u00eenceput s\u0103 strige din \u00eencheieturi<\/p>\n

\u015fi niciun drum nu mai ajunge la mine.<\/p>\n


\nC\u00c2NTEC DIN AL\u0102UT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fere\u015fte-m\u0103 de r\u0103ul pe care nu vreau s\u0103-l fac
\nde vorba sc\u0103pat\u0103 din hotarele firii
\nce m\u0103 arat\u0103 cu degetul
\nde b\u0103t\u0103liile pierdute \u00eentre hotarele numelui meu.<\/p>\n

Pune fr\u00e2n\u0103 cuv\u00e2ntului ce m\u0103 scoate pe drum
\n\u015ei m\u0103 izbe\u015fte de oameni, de p\u0103s\u0103ri, de umbre –
\ncuv\u00e2ntul ce se furi\u015feaz\u0103 ca un c\u00e2ine fl\u0103m\u00e2nd
\ndin str\u0103fundul sinelui.<\/p>\n

Pune paz\u0103 gurii din care ies vorbele-n hait\u0103
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 v\u00e2nd\u0103 ca pe un sclav.<\/p>\n

Trage, Doamne, clopotul prin toat\u0103 casa l\u0103untrului
\nmeu
\ns\u0103 se scuture sufletul de toat\u0103 rugina.<\/p>\n


\nF\u0102R\u0102 DREPT DE APEL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi mi s-a dat ultimul termen:<\/p>\n

tot ce-am cl\u0103dit \u00eentr-o via\u0163\u0103 s-a pr\u0103bu\u015fit!
\nC\u0103ci am judecat ceea ce nu este al meu
\n\u015ei cu vorba am ucis \u015fi cu g\u00e2ndul.<\/p>\n

Dar unde ajunge \u0163ip\u0103tul ce mi se afund\u0103 \u00een suflet?<\/p>\n

Doamne,
\n\u00een ce col\u0163 al sinelui meu te-ai ascuns
\nde nu te v\u0103d dec\u00e2t prin durere?<\/p>\n

Purt\u0103tor de umbr\u0103 am devenit \u015fi de fric\u0103.
\nDin trufie
\nam c\u0103zut cu inima-n drum!<\/p>\n

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