{"id":15941,"date":"2021-09-18T23:59:19","date_gmt":"2021-09-18T20:59:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15941"},"modified":"2021-09-19T00:47:18","modified_gmt":"2021-09-18T21:47:18","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-50-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=15941","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 50 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Ion BELDEANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar ierburile?<\/strong><\/p>\n

El poate spune o alt\u0103 poveste
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd de veghe printre fo\u015fnitoarele
\ncuvinte\/ Animal bl\u00e2nd, animal bl\u00e2nd
\ne tot ce \u00eengaim\u0103 \u00een afar\u0103 de timp
\n\u00eempotmolit \u00een timp<\/p>\n

Ar fi necesar\u0103 o jertf\u0103, poate
\ndar copilul vine singur \u015fi sigur de sine
\ncu pre\u0163ioasa lui piatr\u0103 \u00een palme<\/p>\n

Lumina trece \u015fi nu-l r\u0103ne\u015fte<\/p>\n

Oare de ce ierburile se-nnegureaz\u0103
\n\u015fi ale cui sunt aceste pitore\u015fti \u00eenveli\u015furi
\nclipocind peste serile
\naburite de sunete?<\/p>\n


\nZ\u00e2mbetul care te ap\u0103r\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Totul se petrece dup\u0103 a\u015ftept\u0103rile tale
\nC\u00e2mpul e verde \u015fi diminea\u0163a sur\u00e2de
\naltfel zis nici o schimbare
\n\u00een derularea eternit\u0103\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Nu z\u00e2mbi memoria vede dar nu pierde nimic
\nfirul de ap\u0103 fluier\u0103 ferestrele<\/p>\n

Eu trec amestec\u00e2ndu-mi g\u00e2ndurile
\ndevin iarb\u0103 \u015fi vulturul
\nm\u0103 vede dac\u0103 nu cumva
\nm\u0103 \u015fi aude url\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

De ce n-a\u015f ie\u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103-n Dealul cel verde
\nde care tot mai mult
\ne iar\u0103\u015fi nevoie?<\/p>\n


\n\u015ei nimic altceva<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd te afli \u00een fa\u0163a oglinzii
\nvrei s\u0103-\u0163i recompui existen\u0163a
\nchiar crezi c\u0103 e\u015fti altul
\n\u015ei ora\u015ful c\u00e2nt\u0103, vezi bine,
\nnumele t\u0103u fericit<\/p>\n

Dar cade ploaia, o, ploaia totdeauna neprev\u0103zut\u0103
\npeste ape trec amintiri
\ncu flori roze
\nDovad\u0103 t\u0103ietura ce-\u0163i desface palma
\n\u015fi strig\u0103 numai cuvinte albe
\npeste care alunec\u0103 iarba abandonat\u0103<\/p>\n

Atunci po\u0163i c\u00e2nta
\npo\u0163i crede c\u0103 vei pluti
\npeste trufa\u015fele nedumeriri ale Dimine\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u015ei nimic altceva? Nu, desigur, nimic!<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 32)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPaul SPIRESCU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

ALT\u0102 POVESTE DE DRAGOSTE<\/strong>
\n Doamnei mele, Phaevronia <\/em><\/p>\n

Era a\u015fa de frumoas\u0103 c\u0103 se-ncre\u0163ea scoar\u0163a p\u0103m\u00e2ntului din mine
\nla o simpl\u0103 vedere \u2013 nevedere a ei
\n\u015fi se formau mun\u0163i uria\u015fi, cu frun\u0163ile \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nite de nouri
\n\u015fi m\u0103rile se adunau \u00een oceane volburoase, ehei<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi ml\u0103dia pa\u015fii ei vaporo\u015fi , l\u0103s\u00e2nd urme sticloase, stabile
\nprin nisipurile constela\u0163iei, iubitoare \u015fi calme
\nfluvii eterne \u00ee\u015fi schimbau cursul s\u0103-i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie t\u0103lpile
\nvulturi ple\u015fuvi coborau diminea\u0163a s\u0103-i ciuguleasc\u0103 din palme<\/p>\n

era a\u015fa de frumoas\u0103 c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi oasele mele bolnave
\no adorau \u015fi-i ridicau \u00eendelungi osanale, ehei
\n\u015fi Calea Lactee se oprea pentru-o clip\u0103 din deplasarea spre ro\u015fu
\n\u015fi luna – preabuna, deodat\u0103 c\u0103p\u0103ta chipul ei…<\/p>\n


\nSCRISOARE DE \u00ceMPRUMUT<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd vom pleca am\u00e2ndoi de pe lumea aceasta,
\ndragostea mea,
\npe tine func\u0163ionarii Cerului sigur te vor repartiza
\n\u00een partea aceea cu gr\u0103dini \u00eenverzite,
\npe mine sigur de partea cealalt\u0103 a gardului,
\nmai aproape de cazanele cu smoal\u0103 fierbinte:
\nfiecare dup\u0103 faptele sale!
\nEu \u2013 vagabondul, mereu r\u0103zvr\u0103titul, be\u0163ivul,
\nTu \u2013 \u00eengereasa cu suflet de lacrimi arz\u00e2nde
\nmereu m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind r\u0103nile mele eterne…
\nDin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, m\u0103 voi uita la tine printre ulucile gardului
\nsper\u00e2nd s\u0103 te \u00eentrev\u0103d vreodat\u0103,
\nla fel de cald\u0103,
\nla fel de diafan\u0103,
\ncum fostele r\u0103ni s\u00e2nger\u00e2nde ale inimii mele…
\nNu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 se va \u00eent\u00e2mpla vreodat\u0103 minunea aceasta,
\ndar te voi c\u0103uta printre ulucile gardului, cu disperare,
\ns\u0103-\u0163i spun m\u0103car at\u00e2t,
\ndraga mea,
\nau fost \u015fi bune, au fost \u015fi rele
\nau fost \u015fi flori \u00eenmiresmate \u015fi buruieni ofilite,
\nau fost \u015fi ingenue c\u0103l\u0103torii \u00een de\u015fert
\n\u015fi c\u0103deri \u00een nimicul \u00een\u0163elepciunii c\u0103rtur\u0103re\u015fti,
\no, de\u015fert\u0103ciune a de\u015fert\u0103ciunilor,
\nau fost \u015fi bucuriile noastre omene\u015fti,
\nprea omene\u015fti,
\nprea naive pentru o asemenea imensitate
\na Universului,
\nau fost de toate, dragostea mea!<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 28)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPetru SOLONARU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Totu\u0219i noaptea vine…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prin dyad\u0103-\u00eencepe stihial colind
\nce\u2019\u00een rota\u021bii cre\u0219te cre\u0219teri tot rotind
\nspre des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irea omului ca vis
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se vad\u0103 vremea-\u0219i vremurind. <\/p>\n

Pe aceea\u0219i cale a\u0219ezat \u0219i plan
\narmonii constr\u00e2nge cu un num\u0103r van,
\nd\u00e2nd din struna-i scurt\u0103 sunetul \u00eenalt,
\nliric al t\u0103cerii marelui noian….<\/p>\n

Conson\u00e2nd oglinzii chipul divergent
\nse petrece-acuma, \u00eens\u0103 neprezent,
\ncum un involucru peste flori ce nu-s….
\nVas de\u0219ert\u0103ciunii, \u00eensetat, latent<\/p>\n

vars\u0103-\u00een trup iluzii, dar m\u0103sur\u0103\u2019\u00een g\u00e2nd
\n\u0219i lumin\u0103 \u021bese melancoliz\u00e2nd
\nde sub geana\u2019\u00eenchis\u0103-a ultimei sc\u00e2ntei….
\nTotu\u0219i noaptea vine bl\u00e2nd, at\u00e2t de bl\u00e2nd….<\/p>\n


\n Dintr-o r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103….<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dintr-o r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 toate-\u0219i au destin
\nc\u00e2t, p\u0103r\u00e2nd mi\u0219care, de repaus \u021bin….
\nUnele \u00eentr-alte fost-au, dar difuz
\ns-au t\u0103iat p\u0103rtimii sub cucernic chin….<\/p>\n

Trup de nemurire, osemintei s\u0103-i
\nd\u0103ruie cununa luminoasei c\u0103i,
\nle-\u00eenso\u021be\u0219te sfera \u00eenzecitei lumi
\nsub obscure somnuri, fluvii f\u0103r\u0103 v\u0103i.<\/p>\n

Lor, ca singulare, vor pieri cur\u00e2nd….
\n\u00cens\u0103 duc cu sine suflet \u0219i, fr\u00e2ng\u00e2nd
\ncosmica\u2019\u00eendoial\u0103, stau or\u00e2ndui
\ncele drept asemeni, altceva-\u00eensemn\u00e2nd….<\/p>\n

Spre-a-\u00eemplini minunea doar\u0103 unui fir
\ntremurat ca aur dintru hidrargir
\nau \u00eenchis prin Oul haric athanor….
\n-Om, ce le contempli, \u0219tii c\u0103-s elixir!….<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 28)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPassionaria STOICESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Casa <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ghivecele scriu fereastra
\ncu verde cerneal\u0103 \u2013
\npassiflora se-aga\u0163\u0103 de aerul albastru,
\nvioletele de Parma z\u00e2mbesc violet,
\n\u00een spatele lor
\neu pl\u00e2ng incolor.
\nPere\u0163ii sunt \u00eembr\u0103ca\u0163i cu tablouri,
\n\u015fifonierul e plin ca un Moll,
\nbiblioteca geme de c\u0103r\u0163i, sufletul meu e gol.<\/p>\n

Pe calculator \u0163in o bufni\u0163\u0103,
\n\u00een chip de totem;
\nimaginea e virtual\u0103,
\ncurg mail-uri pe ecranul \u0163eap\u0103n,
\ns-ar zice c\u0103 nu sunt singur\u0103,
\ndar pas\u0103rea e \u00eemp\u0103iat\u0103,
\neu sunt \u00eengrozitor de vie
\n\u015fi chiar \u00eemi dedic acest poem.<\/p>\n


\nChopiniana <\/strong><\/p>\n

Neap\u0103rat noaptea
\n\u00eentr-un cub str\u0103veziu
\nChopin m\u0103run\u0163e\u015fte cristale…<\/p>\n

Albe-negre clape
\nse bucur\u0103 de ploaia lor pe viu,
\nde ochiul lumii zb\u0103tut
\nsub arginturi de pleoape<\/p>\n

El e nebun, adic\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostit,
\n\u00eendr\u0103gostit, adic\u0103 lichid
\nv\u0103lurind un z\u0103natic izvor
\ns\u0103 nu-\u015fi aud\u0103 propria disperare
\nalbastr\u0103 \u015fi cresc\u0103toare \u2013
\ndoar s\u0103 o curg\u0103,
\nadic\u0103 s\u0103 o des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015feasc\u0103,
\nun fluviu pierz\u00e2ndu-se-n mare…<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 29)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nIoan PR\u0102JI\u015eTEANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u00een fiecare clip\u0103
\nm\u0103 aflu \u00een centrul unui cerc,
\no constant\u0103 indisolubil\u0103,
\nprizonier al propriilor
\nm\u0103rturisiri.<\/p>\n

P\u0103catele mele
\ns-au \u00een\u015firat, toate,
\npe foi de h\u00e2rtie milimetric\u0103;
\nm\u0103rgele negre
\nmim\u00e2nd puritatea.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 supun cercului
\n\u015fi semnez cu speran\u0163a
\nunei priviri furi\u015fate
\ndincolo de gard.<\/p>\n


\nSpre vis<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe palme am \u00eensemn\u0103ri
\nscrise cu past\u0103 albastr\u0103
\ndespre via\u0163a noastr\u0103 viitoare.
\nochii mei sunt
\nochelari priviri
\n de tigru,
\n de lup,
\n de fantom\u0103
\ncu umeri apleca\u0163i \u015fi cenu\u015fii.
\nstau singur \u00een bibliotec\u0103
\n\u015fi curg \u00een marea cea neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

m\u0103 fur\u0103 somnul,
\niar venele pulseaz\u0103 de litere
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd c\u0103ldura foii
\nalbe de h\u00e2rtie.<\/p>\n


\nCo\u015fmarul alb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ochilor le crescuser\u0103,
\nde team\u0103,
\n petale
\n\u00een noaptea fosforescent\u0103
\nun frig cosmic \u00eemi mu\u015fc\u0103
\n bocancii
\n\u015fi a\u015fa am disp\u0103rut
\nsub greutatea fulgilor
\nt\u00e2njind dup\u0103 verdele ierbii
\n ne\u00eencol\u0163ite\t<\/p>\n

fiara cu carnea vine\u0163ie
\nnu m\u0103 scap\u0103 din privire
\nmemoria ei se \u015fterge pe picioare
\n la fiecare u\u015f\u0103
\nuitarea g\u0103sindu-\u015fi locul
\n\u00eentr-o ram\u0103 vopsit\u0103
\n cu aer alb<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 29)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nFlorin DOCHIA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u015fi a fost sear\u0103 \u015fi a fost diminea\u0163\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

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

poetul, ca o femeie
\na\u015ftept\u00e2nd na\u015fterea imprevizibil\u0103
\na unui nou univers,
\najunge adesea la limita plictiselii
\n\u015fi \u00eel inventeaz\u0103 singur
\nca \u015fi cum ar tricota f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare
\no trans\u0103 de zile \u015fi de nop\u0163i
\ndou\u0103 pe fa\u0163\u0103, dou\u0103 pe dos \u2013
\nva ie\u015fi un univers frumos!<\/p>\n


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

am g\u0103sit \u00een tine frontiera
\nnu m\u0103 mai risipesc
\nm\u0103 pierd \u00een r\u0103t\u0103ciri din l\u0103untrul fiin\u0163ei
\n\u00ee\u0163i urmez umbra cu umbra mea
\ng\u00e2ndul meu se \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 cu g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u
\n\u015fi coboar\u0103 netulburate \u00een somn.<\/p>\n


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

p\u0103strez o copie a umbrei tale
\n\u00eencrustat\u0103 \u00een ochi
\nam pe retin\u0103 un punct de negur\u0103
\ndac\u0103 las pleoapa
\nse face virgul\u0103 de lumin\u0103
\no poart\u0103 deschis\u0103 mereu
\nprin care vin noi semne de \u00eentrebare<\/p>\n


\ngesundheit<\/strong><\/p>\n

din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\ncineva de sus arunc\u0103 peste noi
\npraf de uitare
\ns\u0103 nu umplem ogorul de
\nprea mult\u0103 istorie
\ne \u015fi a\u015fa o aglomera\u0163ie infernal\u0103<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 30)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nViorica PETROVICI<\/strong><\/p>\n

PALATUL CU ZECE POR\u021aI DE CRISTAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fractalii cresc din oglinzi albe oglinzi negre
\n\u00centr-un vuiet ritualic moartea se \u00eentoarce
\n\u00cen p\u00e2ntecele mamei sale indigo vine Poetul
\nLas\u0103 lumina s\u0103-l dizolve \u00een spirale dans cosmic
\nDrumul pe linia cercului m\u0103rul Evei ori scar\u0103
\nGrani\u021ba pe care urci \u00eentre nebunie \u0219i ve\u0219nicie
\n\u00cen palatul cu zece por\u021bi de cristal zbor vertical
\nAici rota\u021bia are alte bucle viteza d\u0103 iluzia \u00eencremenirii
\nUndeva plute\u0219te P\u0103m\u00e2ntul respira\u021bia lui se r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te
\n\u00centre \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ur\u0103toare pare un cocon de m\u0103tase
\nVisul \u00eei pune aripi transparente ni\u0219te antene
\nPrin care ascult\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la minunare vuietul transla\u021biei
\n\u00cenc\u0103 un \u00eenceput \u00eenc\u0103 un sf\u00e2r\u0219it st\u0103p\u00e2nii codului genetic
\nSe \u00eentorc de dincolo de Soare va fi oare tabelul
\nElementelor cunoscute f\u0103r\u0103 de plumb sau doar
\nO alt\u0103 \u00eentemni\u021bare \u00eengeri uria\u0219i compasivi \u00eemprejur
\nLec\u021bia legea Iubirii un gr\u0103unte de praf stelar capteaz\u0103
\nChemarea \u00een implozii repetate razele acestui c\u00e2ntec
\nStr\u0103bate noaptea vie m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri de fulger
\nD\u0103 muguri z\u0103pada nena\u0219terii prin zece por\u021bi de cristal <\/p>\n


\nPLAN CAUZAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fac pasul spre cer \u00een\u0103untru e ger ascu\u021bit \u0219i greu
\nMi se impregneaz\u0103 \u00een celulele mele rarefiate
\nCa ni\u0219te pic\u0103turi \u00eentr-o rotire \u00eencremenit\u0103
\nTotul este imens dilatat \u0219i prin mijlocul ghe\u021bii
\nCurge focul \u00een sus fulger ne\u00eenterupt
\nTrec prin mii de inele alb-str\u0103lucitoare
\nPot fi Universuri sau unit\u0103\u021bi de timp ce a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nA fi proiectate prin implozie magnetic\u0103
\nCine sunt unde m\u0103 aflu nu mai \u0219tiu nimic
\nVid transcendent puncul zero
\n\u00centr-o geometrie sacr\u0103 toate se \u00eentorc
\nLa starea de sfer\u0103 \u00een afar\u0103 alb \u00een\u0103untru golul
\nCristalizeaz\u0103 alchimia dualit\u0103\u021bii<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 30)<\/em><\/p>\n


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

O suli\u0163\u0103 \u00eenfig \u00een pleoapa serii<\/strong><\/p>\n

O suli\u0163\u0103 \u00eenfig \u00een pleoapa serii
\nSub care taina patimii e treaz\u0103.
\nM\u0103 lupt ca Horus c\u00e2nd \u00eel s\u0103geteaz\u0103
\nPe Seth prin bezne frem\u0103t\u00e2nd puzderii.<\/p>\n

M\u0103-neac\u0103 p\u00e2cla care-nve\u015fm\u00e2nteaz\u0103
\n\u00cen umbre f\u0103r\u0103 trup cor\u0103bierii.
\nRup v\u0103lul mut, al poftei \u015fi-al durerii,
\nCe \u00eenc\u0103-n ceasul vl\u0103guit vibreaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Din orizonturi se prelinge s\u00e2nge
\n\u015ei raze-nvinse au c\u0103zut perechi.
\nT\u0103cerea-n grota viciilor pl\u00e2nge,<\/p>\n

\u0162ip\u0103t r\u0103nit se-mpl\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een urechi,
\nIar \u00eengerul ciclop etern r\u0103sfr\u00e2nge
\nAd\u00e2ncul pur al z\u0103rilor str\u0103vechi.<\/p>\n


\nValul infinit<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu v\u0103d o frunz\u0103, e-un ocean de lav\u0103
\nCe-a cotropit cu verde crud c\u00e2mpia.
\nNu trece-un sol, c\u0103lc\u00e2nd \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ia
\nDoar cu un g\u00e2nd de ur\u0103 \u015fi otrav\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103 \u00een\u015fface-n prapuri str\u00e2mbi domnia.
\nNu cred c\u0103-n mers e-o putred\u0103 z\u0103bav\u0103
\n\u015ei-n orice col\u0163 de st\u00e2nc\u0103 o epav\u0103
\nVa fi s\u0103-\u015fi verse tihna \u015fi vecia.<\/p>\n

Un \u0163ip\u0103t lung e gata s\u0103 aline,
\n\u00cenchide rana lama de cu\u0163it
\n\u015ei semne oarbe-n patima de sine<\/p>\n

Vor \u00eent\u0103ri zidirea unui mit.
\nDe sus, din bol\u0163i, \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 jos, \u00een mine
\nE-ntotdeauna valul infinit.<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 31)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nCalistrat COSTIN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ca \u015fi cum<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca \u015fi cum nimic nu s-ar fi petrecut \u00een istorie
\n(\u015fti\u0163i care \u201eistorie\u201d) \u2013 istoria at\u00e2t de bogat\u0103
\n \u00een \u201epetreceri\u201d \u015fi \u201epetrecanii\u201d,
\n\u00een mintea mea mai aveam de tr\u0103it un alt soi de
\n mileniu,
\nera ca \u015fi cum nimicul din noi se-ntrupase-n
\n ceva, alt \u201eceva\u201d
\ndec\u00e2t tot ce fusese p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci memorabil…
\nB\u00e2ntuia o team\u0103 de vorbe, de \u015foapte, de doruri,
\nde dragoste, de singur\u0103tate, de toate cele ce duc
\nnic\u0103ieri ori alt \u201eundeva\u201d!
\nPesemne unii dintre p\u0103m\u00e2ntenii sapien\u0163i
\nvor fi rumegat prea multe gr\u0103un\u0163e \u00een de\u015fert
\ndespre via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi moarte, despre noi, despre EL,
\n\u015fi-acum nimeni nu mai recunoa\u015fte, nici st\u0103 s\u0103 asculte…
\nProfe\u0163ii, eroii, st\u0103p\u00e2nii, robii, ispr\u0103vi\u0163ii,
\nneispr\u0103vi\u0163ii, moralii, n\u0103r\u0103vi\u0163ii, ce mai, creaturile
\nneantului, oamenii, la gr\u0103mad\u0103, par, unii, a fi
\nburuieni, nu neap\u0103rat otr\u0103vitoare,
\nde \u0163inut la p\u0103strare \u00een muzeul lui \u201emai t\u00e2rziu\u201d
\nori de pus pe morminte, la nun\u0163i, la botezuri \u00een chip de flori s\u0103 miroas\u0103 a ve\u015fnicie,
\niar ceilal\u0163i, turma, mul\u0163imea mare, anonimii
\nvin ca s\u0103 \u00eentrupeze vasul de lut
\ncu apa ce-l umple, mereu primenit\u0103 proasp\u0103t
\npe-o mas\u0103 ori alta, pe-un dric ori altul,
\nca \u015fi cum nimic nu s-ar \u00eent\u00e2mpla!<\/p>\n


\n\u00cemp\u0103care fireasc\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pare c-am atins dorita \u00eemp\u0103care cu neantul
\n (fiin\u0163a, nefiin\u0163a…),
\nam dat la pace cu \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na, cu stelele,
\ncu pustiul care se-ntinde, se tot \u00eentinde
\nspre marginile f\u0103r\u0103 de margini ale lumii
\nv\u0103zutelor \u015fi nev\u0103zutelor
\n (\u201elumea\u201d, cea de toate zilele noastre,
\n nu se \u015ftie a cui e…),
\nm\u0103 socot oarecum \u00eenc\u00e2ntat
\n (fericit ar fi prea mult spus)
\nc\u0103 am conciliat definitiv cu mine \u00eensumi!
\nDesigur, mai am de reglat unele conturi
\nba cu via\u0163a care-a fost, ba cu aia care e
\nori cu cea care va s\u0103 vin\u0103,
\ndar \u00eendeosebi am o seam\u0103 de ne\u00een\u0163elegeri
\n\u015fi ne\u00een\u0163elesuri cu dumneaei moartea
\ndespre care am aflat unele lucruri
\n nelini\u015ftitoare,
\n\u00eens\u0103 nu \u00eentr-at\u00e2t de \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103toare
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103-mi tulbure starea inefabil\u0103 de
\n echilibru,
\n\u00eemp\u0103carea fireasc\u0103, deplin\u0103, disperat\u0103
\n cu mine \u00eensumi…<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 32)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDiana CARAGIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

la ce or\u0103 ai spus c\u0103 vii<\/em><\/p>\n

fluturii de la ferestra ochilor t\u0103i
\ns-au c\u0103\u0163\u0103rat pe pleoape
\n\u015fi amenin\u0163\u0103 c\u0103 se arunc\u0103
\n\u00een golul dintre noi doi<\/p>\n

eu \u00ee\u0163i spun
\nf\u0103 patul \u015fi culc\u0103-te
\nstinge lumina
\nnu-i vom l\u0103sa s\u0103 moar\u0103
\nsunt ultimii fluturi
\nla pia\u0163\u0103 nu au
\n\u015fi nici la biserica din col\u0163 nu se g\u0103sesc<\/p>\n

m\u00e2ine vom cump\u0103ra raci
\n\u015fi-i vom \u00eentreba cum d\u0103m timpul \u00eenapoi
\nei \u015ftiu pe de rost mersul trecutului
\ndormi
\nacum e t\u00e2rziu
\nvom trece \u015fi peste asta
\neu r\u0103m\u00e2n de veghe<\/p>\n


\na\u015f fi putut<\/strong><\/p>\n

tot cerul trosne\u015fte sub mine
\npasul t\u0103u confuz
\n\u00eemi pune piedic\u0103
\nde jos m\u0103 uit la tine
\ncu o ven\u0103 \u00een mirare \u015fi una \u00een exclamare
\nun ochi verde \u015fi unul ro\u015fu
\npeste mine treci pe orice culoare<\/p>\n

c\u00e2ndva aici a fost o trecere
\npentru pioni \u015fi nebuni
\ntu ai s\u0103rit cu calul la gedoi
\neu eram nebun\u0103 \u00een trecere<\/p>\n

\u00een timp, eu am luat calul de fr\u00e2u
\ntu ai plecat cu zebra
\nce faci? tu ridici piatra? tu?
\nhai, strig\u0103!
\nstrig\u0103, remiz\u0103!<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 33)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nLucia D\u0102R\u0102MU\u015e<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t un copil de mic <\/strong><\/p>\n

E lumina ce-n gura mea adoarme
\nde apele energetic limfatice
\nlua\u021bi, lua\u021bi \u015fi be\u021bi \u015fi sp\u0103la\u021bi-v\u0103 ochii
\nde culcat nu m-am culcat cu nici un b\u0103rbat
\npute\u021bi gusta din trupul meu nears de
\npatimile iubirii. Ce cuv\u00e2nt! C\u00e2t Dumnezeu de mare
\nCe Dumnezeu, c\u00e2t un copil de mic
\nCe mic \u00eenoat\u0103 \u00een apele energetic \u2013 limfatice
\nveni\u021bi, lua\u021bi, m\u00e2nca\u021bi! Trupul meu este de
\np\u00e2ine cald\u0103. nu-l pot atinge dec\u00e2t pruncii
\napoi adorm vis\u00e2nd la \u2026.visul de
\nEnt-Fernung
\nAm avut un tat\u0103 spune primul pe\u015fte-copil
\n\u00eenota \u00een Ent-Fernung
\nEnt-Fernung, Ent-Fernung, Ent-Fernung
\nAm avut un tat\u0103 spune al doilea pe\u015fte \u2013 copil
\n\u00eenota \u00een esti gar einai
\nesti gar einai; esti gar einai; esti gar einai
\nam avut un tat\u0103 spune al treilea pe\u015fte-copil
\n\u00eenota \u00een \u201cceva\u201d, \u201cce-va\u201d, \u201cc-e-v-a\u201d
\nnu-l vedea nimeni afar\u0103 de fiin\u021ba pe\u015fte-copil
\ntat\u0103l meu, le-am replicat celor trei pe\u015fte -copil
\ntat\u0103l meu \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie unde de lumin\u0103 \u00een lume
\npe oriunde m\u0103 duc \u00eemi adulmec\u0103 pa\u015fii
\n\u00eemi num\u0103r\u0103 lacrimile din jurnal
\nCe anume este Ent-Fernung, Ent-Fernung, Ent-Fernung
\nce logos s\u0103-nsemne esti gar einai; esti gar einai; esti gar einai
\ndar ,,ceva\u201d, ,,ce-va\u201d, ,,c-e-v-a\u201d?
\nal meu tat\u0103 \u2014\u2013
\ne lumina ce-n gura mea adoarme
\nde apele energetic-limfatice
\nlua\u021bi, lua\u021bi \u015fi be\u021bi \u015fi sp\u0103la\u021bi-v\u0103 ochii
\nde culcat nu m-am culcat cu nici un b\u0103rbat
\npute\u021bi gusta din trupul meu nears de
\npatimile iubirii. Ce cuv\u00e2nt! C\u00e2t Dumnezeu de mare
\nCe Dumnezeu c\u00e2t un copil de mic
\nTat\u0103l meu e v\u00e2n\u0103tor
\nv\u00e2neaz\u0103 energiile mele neuronale
\nprin pere\u021bi descentra\u021bi de vecini
\ntat\u0103l meu vrea s\u0103 arate c\u0103
\n,,et pondus, et colorem, et alias omnes
\neiusmodi qualitates
\nque in materia corpora sentiuntur,
\nex ea tolli posse, ipsa integra remanente:
\nunde sequitur, a nulla ex illis eius
\nnaturam dependere\u201d
\nsirenele nu ajung \u00een copacul cu azalee!<\/p>\n


\nGustul de a fi<\/strong>
\n In memoriam Petru Poant\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc –<\/p>\n

mai sus de casa bunicii,
\npe deal, cresc mormintele
\nzeificate sub z\u0103pezile amintirii
\nclopotul sun\u0103 a \u00eent\u00e2lnire. mor\u021bii cu
\nviii se privesc paralel
\nprintre lacrimi
\neu copil. \u015ftiu s\u0103 m\u0103 mir
\nmu\u015fc dintr-un m\u0103r
\ncrescut din trupul bunicului
\ncoco\u0219ul \u00eent\u00e2rziat c\u00e2nt\u0103 a lep\u0103dare
\namiaza-i fierbinte de ger
\ncimitirul e-n s\u0103rb\u0103toare
\neu copil. gust cu nesa\u021b din
\ntrupul bunicului m\u0103r.
\n\u00eemi amintesc –
\niarna p\u0103m\u00e2ntul miroase
\na f\u0103r\u00e2me de buze \u0219i ochi
\na gutui de ghea\u021b\u0103-nflori\u021bi
\na f\u00e2n aburind sub iesle de prunc
\nla morm\u00e2ntul bunicului cre\u0219te un m\u00e3r
\ncu ochii-l cuprind \u00een bra\u021be \u015fi-mi spun
\ntu ai crescut, bunicule, \u00een esen\u021be
\ncare m\u0103 cheam\u0103
\nvoi fi \u0219i eu c\u00e2ndva miros \u0219i gust \u00een iarn\u0103
\nacum \u0219tiu doar s\u0103 m\u0103 mir!<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 35)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nLauren\u021biu BELIZAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

dac\u0103 la \u00eenceput a fost cuv\u00e2ntul<\/strong><\/p>\n

poezia ar fi trebuit p\u00e2n\u0103 acum s\u0103 intre \u00een toate cotloanele
\nca o past\u0103 multicolor\u0103 \u00een matri\u0163a unui membru amputat
\nmasc\u0103 mortuar-vivant\u0103 a lumii
\no lume androgin\u0103 \u00een care vulcanul krakatoa
\nar disemina turbioane de versuri radioactive
\nmin\u0163i lichide rev\u0103rsate \u00eentr-un singur creier cu neuroni v\u00e2rsta\u0163i de litere
\ncapabil s\u0103 capteze lumina<\/p>\n

dar cuvintele fug spre ro\u015fu
\n\u00eentre ele r\u0103m\u00e2ne inefabilul \u015fi dezn\u0103dejdea de a tr\u0103i<\/p>\n

pur \u015fi simplu <\/p>\n


\nkaraoke<\/strong><\/p>\n

pot s\u0103 presupun c\u0103 st\u00e2lpii de pe dig sunt ace \u00eenfipte \u00eentr-o epiderm\u0103 de elefant
\nnu-mi pot \u00eenchipui c\u0103 ar putea vindeca cotul r\u00e2ului
\nnici c\u0103 podul este un deget al ora\u015fului pe care apa s\u0103-l mu\u015fte
\nc\u00e2nd are o criz\u0103 de epilepsie
\nun lucru este sigur
\nrealitatea respir\u0103 altfel \u00een tentaculele fic\u0163iunii
\nventuzele ei intr\u0103 ad\u00e2nc scormonesc umorile
\n\u015fi \u00eemi amintesc brusc
\ndulapul a\u015fezat pe u\u015fa lips\u0103 dintre camere
\nspatele lui dezmembrat prin care intram \u015fi ie\u015feam
\ndintr-o lume \u00een alta
\napoi busculada de pe sc\u0103ri \u015fi vioara unui l\u0103utar gata s\u0103 se fac\u0103 ar\u015fice
\nceata lui Kusturi\u0163a prin ora\u015f ca o coad\u0103 rupt\u0103 de salamandr\u0103<\/p>\n

nu vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 cread\u0103 cineva
\na\u015fa ar fi cel mai bine
\na\u015fa arbustul meu de goji ar putea cre\u015fte lini\u015ftit
\n\u015fi nimeni nu va \u015fti c\u0103 am desenat odat\u0103 un pom cu tot cu r\u0103d\u0103cini<\/p>\n

a urmat goana spre r\u00e2u cu ma\u015fina de gunoi
\n\u00een spate pianul legat fedele\u015f zorn\u0103ia
\ndin el s\u0103rind prin h\u00e2rtoape sunete ca monedele aruncate peste um\u0103r mor\u0163ilor<\/p>\n

pe dig a fost mai greu
\nfr\u00e2nghiile scr\u00e2\u015fneau l\u0103s\u00e2nd ghemotoace \u00een betonul zgrun\u0163uros
\nc\u00e2nd l-am sc\u0103pat pe marginea r\u00e2ului \u00een el a vibrat scurt vocea lui Armstrong
\n\u015fi cerul p\u0103rea un club de karaoke
\nde undeva din pere\u0163ii de piatr\u0103 prin\u015fi \u00een plas\u0103 au \u00eenceput s\u0103 ias\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini
\napendice articulate sensibile
\napropiindu-se de noi
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u015fi
\nfructele<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 35)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nMihaela GR\u0102DINARIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

POEME<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din bezne \u015fi din pietre, cu r\u00ees solomonar,
\nBlesteme \u00eencuiate pe ochiul meu apar.
\nI-un palimpsest albastru, cu brazde \u015fi cu urme.
\nCei mul\u0163i, pierdu\u0163i \u00een semne, ruina vor s\u0103-mi curme…<\/p>\n

Rudenii de\u015firate pe fire de paing
\nSe lupt\u0103-n t\u00eempla st\u00eeng\u0103; adesea m\u0103 \u00eenving…<\/p>\n

Str\u0103mo\u015fii de sub cetini nuntesc din nou \u00een pleoape,
\nN\u0103sc\u00eendu-\u015fi pruncii l\u00eencezi, de moarte mai aproape.<\/p>\n

Din \u00eentuneric verde, un c\u00eentec str\u0103veziu
\nApune p\u00eenz\u0103 rar\u0103 \u2013 t\u00eerziu pentru t\u00eerziu…<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00eenzidit\u0103-n mine, pomelnic f\u0103r\u0103 nume,
\nR\u0103sar, din ochiul beznei, un \u00eenceput de lume…<\/p>\n

*
\nLostri\u021b\u0103 din ape m\u0103 ridici cu jind,
\nMiere somnoroas\u0103, degetelor prad\u0103.
\nStropi de vorbe-n cercuri, limpede alint,
\nRisipe\u0219ti t\u0103cerii care d\u0103 s\u0103 cad\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ochii t\u0103i m\u0103-mbrac\u0103-n solzi de vreme rea.
\n\u00cen rotunzii aspri soarele-asfin\u021be\u0219te.
\nOare c\u00eet\u0103 ploaie n\u0103imit\u0103, grea,
\nCheltuie s\u0103rutul \u00eentre g\u00eend \u0219i de\u0219te ?<\/p>\n

Ape n\u0103scocite s\u00eenger\u0103-ntre noi,
\nGurile dezghea\u021b\u0103 din cur\u00eend, cur\u00eendul.
\nR\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi pe grani\u021bi de cuvinte moi,
\nDe p\u0103cate albe ne dezbrac\u0103 v\u00eentul…<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 37)<\/em><\/p>\n


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

RUG\u0102CIUNE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne
\n\u00eendur\u0103-Te de-nfrigura\u0163ii
\nprizonieri ai celulelor temni\u0163ei \u2013 \u015fi
\nde-ns\u00e2ngera\u0163ii martiri ai spitalelor
\nnop\u0163ii de febr\u0103<\/p>\n

to\u0163i i-au uitat
\npe ace\u015fti: de la ei nimeni n-a\u015fteapt\u0103 ve\u015fti
\nde vinile lor \u2013 Tu
\nDoamne \u2013 s\u0103 nu \u015ftii Te-ai \u00eemdurat<\/p>\n

Maica Cea Sf\u00e2nt\u0103 le
\npl\u00e2nge \u2013 \u00een ochi \u015fi \u00een
\ns\u00e2nge: de-acum \u2013 amin \u015fi amin\u0103
\ncine calc\u0103 pe fluturii inimii lui \u2013 pe Tine
\nTe-a trezit \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103<\/p>\n

…libertate \u015fi
\nlumin\u0103 lor d\u0103-le! \u2013
\nostoire a r\u0103nilor \u015fi n\u0103dejde…
\n\u015ftii bine: c\u00e2nd \u00eenapoi pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt vei veni
\npreajm\u0103-n delir ei \u00ce\u0163i vor fi<\/p>\n

…\u00een miez de noapte
\nslinoasa u\u015f\u0103-a celulei de temni\u0163\u0103
\ndirect spre cer s-a deschis \u2013 la fel
\nfereastra cu \u00eengeri a
\ncasei durerilor \u2013 dup\u0103 Tine-a strigat
\n\u015fi trimis…<\/p>\n

(\u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d nr. 31)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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