{"id":16203,"date":"2021-10-19T19:08:38","date_gmt":"2021-10-19T16:08:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16203"},"modified":"2021-10-19T19:08:38","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T16:08:38","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-78-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16203","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 78 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ion RO\u0218IORU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

M-am \u00eentors \u00een stepa alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trei biserici \u0219i-o troi\u021b\u0103 mi-au ie\u0219it \u00een cale azi:
\nM-am rugat la fiecare ca la pieptul meu s\u0103 cazi!<\/p>\n

Corbii cronc\u0103neau a iarn\u0103 ce se-ntoarce \u00eenapoi:
\nAsmu\u021beam asupra mor\u021bii trei c\u0103\u021bei de usturoi!<\/p>\n

Spre iluzia albastr\u0103 nu e drum de-nduplecat:
\nCalul meu troian la poart\u0103 \u00een zadar a nechezat!<\/p>\n

Crengile trosneau ca ni\u0219te strune de viori \u00een ger:
\nM-am \u00eentors \u00een stepa alb\u0103 \u00eenh\u0103itat c-un lup stingher!<\/p>\n

Sunt drumul adormit sub iarb\u0103<\/p>\n

Se va-nte\u021bi \u00een cerul sacru mireasma florilor de tei:
\nSunt drumul \u00eempletit cu sine, e\u0219ti drumul r\u0103sfirat \u00een trei!<\/p>\n

De-a pururi la izvorul verde fac \u00eengerii de foc popas:
\nSunt drumul ce sub pas se stinge, e\u0219ti drumul \u00eenflorit sub pas!<\/p>\n

Jinduitor haiducu-n noapte ia urma calului furat:
\nSunt drumul pustiit de c\u00e2ntec, e\u0219ti drumul trilului curat!<\/p>\n

N\u0103luca alb\u0103-n ziua nun\u021bii atinge pragul blestemat:
\nSunt drumul adormit sub iarb\u0103, e\u0219ti drumul binecuv\u00e2ntat!<\/p>\n


\nSfidez iluzia iubirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prosperi, t\u00e2mplarii de sicrie au ticluit modele noi:
\nSfidez iluzia c-ar curge-n oglind\u0103 timpul \u00eenapoi!<\/p>\n

Fanfara neagr\u0103 exerseaz\u0103 un recviem \u00een si bemol:
\nSfidez iluzia c\u0103 Drumul Lacteu va fi de mine gol!<\/p>\n

D\u0103 jalnic glas b\u0103tr\u00e2nul clopot sf\u00e2\u0219ietorului tumult:
\nSfidez iluzia c\u0103-n seva din s\u0103lcii n-o s\u0103 mai exult!
\nSparg caii cu valtrapuri ghea\u021ba din fa\u021ba tristului convoi:
\nSfidez iluzia iubirii de-a pururi cantonate-n noi!<\/p>\n


\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb de nu te-a\u0219teapt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2inii casei b\u00e2ntuite dorm ca iepurii-n pridvor:
\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb de ai momente c\u00e2nd r\u0103sari \u0219i-n ochii lor!<\/p>\n

Porumbeii fac sincop\u0103-n uguitul lor nocturn:
\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb de nu e-n clipa c\u00e2nd revii zbur\u00e2nd \u00een turn!<\/p>\n

R\u0103stigni\u021bi pe crucea nop\u021bii prind coco\u0219ii a c\u00e2nta:
\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb de n-o fac oare \u00eentru revenirea ta!<\/p>\n

Cu potcoava-n pardoseal\u0103 bate-a duc\u0103 murgul fost:
\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb de nu te-a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103-i redai apusul rost!<\/p>\n


\nTe vrea noroc izvorul viu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce dens\u0103-i lumea-n amintire! Ce dispersat\u0103-i cea din jur!
\nM-adulmec\u0103 hulpav trecutul! Te-mpl\u00e2n\u021bi \u00een viitorul pur!<\/p>\n

De nep\u0103truns era p\u0103durea! Azi nu mai e de niciun fel!
\nM-atrage-ntru hipnoz\u0103 Styxul! Te-ndep\u0103rtezi cu zel de el!<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbea \u00een crugul nop\u021bii luna! Se tot ascunde dup\u0103 nori!
\nUndina-mi face semn din ap\u0103! Cu silful nu-ncetezi s\u0103 zbori!<\/p>\n

Se sufoca sub pa\u0219i f\u00e2nt\u00e2na! Din zare-n zare-i doar pustiu!
\nM\u0103 sting vis\u00e2nd cum cade roua! Te vrea noroc izvorul viu!<\/p>\n


\nI-am sfidat licoarea…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stelele \u0219i luna pier pe cer, t\u00e2rzii:
\nNu mai trag n\u0103dejde c-ai putea s\u0103 vii!<\/p>\n

Casei b\u00e2ntuite foc s\u0103-i dau nu pot:
\nPrin iubirea noastr\u0103 e pustiu de tot!<\/p>\n

Oase neslujite ard sub fostul han:
\nNe-a ajuns din urm\u0103 un destin avan!<\/p>\n

Z\u0103bove\u0219te roua-n cupe roz de maci:
\nI-am sfidat licoarea ultimului vraci!<\/p>\n


\n Via\u021ba mea-i ca o umbr\u0103 de cedru<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218inele trenului \u00een gar\u0103 \u0219i-n c\u00e2mp au devenit ar\u0103mii:
\nVia\u021ba mea a \u00eenceput a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te \u0219i tot a\u0219a va sf\u00e2r\u0219i!<\/p>\n

Anotimpurile lumii se succed \u00eentr-un ritm monoton:
\nVia\u021ba mea e ca un aparat de telefon f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103 de ton!<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i fantoma clopotarului mut a fugit de la schit:
\nVia\u021ba mea e ca un ceas dereglat \u00eentr-un turn p\u0103r\u0103sit!<\/p>\n

Calul sihastrului mort s-a \u00eentors h\u0103mesit peste Prut:
\nVia\u021ba mea-i ca o umbr\u0103 de cedru c\u00e2nd ninge t\u0103cut!<\/p>\n


\nS\u0103-i rostuiesc veleat c\u00e2nt\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

O barj\u0103 trece \u00een amonte, o alta trece \u00een aval:
\nSpre urbea tot mai ponosit\u0103 m-alung\u0103 apa de pe mal!<\/p>\n

Geamia tremur\u0103-n oglind\u0103, c\u0103pit\u0103nia pl\u00e2nge sub:
\nNu-mi mai ridic de ani de zile nicio iluzie la cub!<\/p>\n

Miroase-a s\u0103lcii deocheate, se-ntorc pere\u021bii \u00een pomost:
\n\u00cei \u021bin isonul santinelei de bronz coclindu-se \u00een post!<\/p>\n

Dorm pesc\u0103ru\u0219ii pe catarge, drapelu-i tot mai incolor:
\nS\u0103-i rostuiesc veleat c\u00e2nt\u0103rii mi-asum t\u0103cerea tuturor!<\/p>\n


\nA mai b\u0103tut o moarte la geam<\/strong><\/p>\n

A mai c\u0103zut o brum\u0103 \u0219i pomii-s \u00eenc\u0103-n floare:
\n\u00cei \u00eente\u021besc speran\u021ba iubirii viitoare!<\/p>\n

A mai trecut un viscol \u0219i gr\u00e2u-i verde iar:
\n\u00cei r\u00e2d \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 spaimei c\u0103 totu-i \u00een zadar!<\/p>\n

A mai urlat o hait\u0103 de lupi \u0219i mieii-s oi:
\nMereu de peste vam\u0103 ne-ntoarcem c\u0103tre noi!<\/p>\n

A mai b\u0103tut o moarte la geam \u0219i-a renun\u021bat:
\nSalc\u00e2mul crucii mele-mi sur\u00e2de-nmiresmat!<\/p>\n


\nVoi face-un rug din spinii clipei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen vii ard corzile ce-n anul trecut s-au arcuit sub rod:
\nPromit ca-ntors acas\u0103 seara s\u0103-l recitesc pe Hesiod!<\/p>\n

C-un foarfec ro\u0219u gr\u0103dinarul \u00ee\u0219i ajusteaz\u0103 gardul viu:
\nS\u0103-\u021bi scriu elide de iubire voi z\u0103bovi p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu!<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un salc\u00e2m pitic o mierl\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i drege glasul r\u0103gu\u0219it:
\nO s\u0103-mi aduc aminte bine cum timpu-n ceas ni s-a oprit!<\/p>\n

C\u0103rarea alb\u0103 c\u0103tre zare se pierde dornic\u0103 de pa\u0219i:
\nVoi face-un rug din spinii clipei c\u00e2nd prad\u0103 dorului m\u0103 la\u0219i!<\/p>\n


\nCamelia Manuela SAVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

De prin ora\u0219\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ma\u0219inile \u00ee\u0219i puneau \u00een func\u021biune motoarele
\nturate la maxim\u2026
\nmirosea a cioburi \u00een urma ta, a culori nestinse
\nfereastra st\u0103tea mereu deschis\u0103 \u2013
\nsperam c\u0103 intr\u0103 vreun porumbel r\u0103t\u0103cit de pe ultima corabie
\npe care noe o l\u0103sase de izbeli\u0219te<\/p>\n

un f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de nori ro\u0219ii
\n\u00eemi aducea pu\u021bine ve\u0219ti
\ndespre o poveste ce sem\u0103na a triste\u021be<\/p>\n

m\u0103 aruncam sub ro\u021bile sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind a rugin\u0103
\n\u0219i iubirea noastr\u0103 se \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2na s\u0103 mearg\u0103 tot mai departe\u2026
\ndimine\u021bile erau cele mai bune geamantane unde \u00eemi p\u0103stram
\noftatul\u2026<\/p>\n

pe str\u0103zi, aiurea, reg\u0103seam aceea\u0219i cea\u021b\u0103
\nce te p\u0103stra intact, f\u0103c\u00e2nd leg\u0103tura \u00eentre sinapse\u2026
\nr\u00e2uri de s\u00e2nge te \u00eempungeau \u00een coaste,
\n\u00een ele te \u00eentrez\u0103ream o secund\u0103,
\nca apoi s\u0103 devii tu cel ironic \u2013 clasic \u0219i mereu \u00eenalt\u2026<\/p>\n

calambururi \u0219i claxoane m\u0103 urm\u0103reau
\nto\u021bi oamenii aceia ponosi\u021bi
\nm\u0103 ajutau s\u0103 te \u00een\u021beleg mai bine,
\ns\u0103 v\u0103d c\u00e2t e\u0219ti de obosit \u0219i c\u00e2t e\u0219ti real\u2026<\/p>\n

Apoi departele se \u00eensenina, dar alerga \u00een acela\u0219i timp
\ncu ma\u0219inile nervoase,
\npe drumuri ocolitoare, ne\u0219tiute, ajung\u00e2nd \u00een final
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een intersec\u021bia
\nunde Dumnezeu \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bise faldurile zilei \u00een dou\u0103:
\naici \u0219i acolo,
\n\u00een inima mea\u2026
\n\u00een coaste\u2026 \u0219i \u00een ochii t\u0103i\u2026
\nca s\u0103 fiu
\nca s\u0103 fii<\/p>\n


\nDin poezia lumii <\/strong>\t<\/em>
\n\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/em><\/p>\n

Marguerite YOURCENAR<\/strong>
\n (1903 \u2013 1987)
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Bruxelles, scriitoare francez\u0103 naturalizat\u0103 american\u0103 (1947).
\nRomancier\u0103, nuvelist\u0103, memorialist\u0103, de asemenea poet\u0103, eseist\u0103 \u0219i traduc\u0103toare. Prima parte a bacalaureatului o ia la Nisa, f\u0103r\u0103 a frecventa \u0219coala. Primul poem, \u201eGr\u0103dina himerelor\u201d, \u00eel public\u0103 \u00een 1921. \u00cen 1929 \u00eei apare cel dint\u00e2i roman, \u201eAlexis\u201d. Membr\u0103 a Academiei Regale din Belgia, prima femei admis\u0103 \u00een Academia Francez\u0103 (1980), peste doi ani devenind membr\u0103 a Academiei Americane de Arte \u0219i Litere. Distinc\u021bii: Premiul Femina (1968), Marele Premiu Na\u021bional \u00een Litere (1975), Premiul Academiei Franceze (1977), Premiul Erasmus (1983). Din bibliografie: Noua Euridice (1931), Obolul visului (1934), Lovitura de gra\u021bie (1939), Electra sau c\u0103derea m\u0103\u0219tilor (1954), Ca apa curg\u0103toare (1982), Cine e? Eternitatea (1988).<\/p>\n

R\u0103spuns<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2013 Cu ce ai putea consola morm\u00e2ntul,
\nInima insolent\u0103, inima rebel\u0103?
\nFructul copt, greu, cade din \u00eenalt.
\nCu ce ai putea consola morm\u00e2ntul?
\n\u2013 Am comoara-mi de a fi existat.<\/p>\n

\u2013 Ce ai tu prin care via\u021ba s\u0103 o supor\u021bi,
\nInim\u0103 nebun\u0103, repede obositoare?
\nInim\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 invidie,
\nCe ai tu cu care via\u021ba s\u0103 o supor\u021bi?
\n\u2013 Mil\u0103 pentru ce dispare-n trecerea mare. <\/p>\n

\u2013 Ce ai tu ca s\u0103 dispre\u021buie\u0219ti oamenii,
\nInim\u0103 dur\u0103, inima lesne de sf\u0103r\u00e2mat?
\nCe ai tu ca s\u0103 dispre\u021buie\u0219ti oamenii?
\nCe e\u0219ti mai mult dec\u00e2t nu suntem noi?
\n\u2013 De-a m\u0103 dispre\u021bui mai mult mi-e dat.<\/p>\n


\nCantilen\u0103 pentru un c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u021b orb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fluier solitar \u00een noapte,
\nPrezen\u021b\u0103 a unui pl\u00e2ns lichid,
\nLini\u0219tile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, toate,
\nSunt petalele-\u021bi ce se deschid.<\/p>\n

Trimite-\u021bi polenul \u00een umbr\u0103,
\nSuflet ce pl\u00e2ngi, mai c\u0103 neauzit,
\nMiere curg\u00e2nd din gur\u0103 sumbr\u0103, <\/p>\n

\u0218i odat\u0103 ce caden\u021bele tale ritmeaz\u0103
\nTriste\u021bea din pulsul serilor de var\u0103,
\nF\u0103-ne s\u0103 credem c\u0103 cerul danseaz\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd c\u00e2ntul unui orb lumea \u00eenfioar\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nFacerea<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plimb\u00e2ndu-se, a privit cu mare aten\u021bie Domnul Dumnezeu
\nSoarele \u0219i Luna \u0219i stelele mai mici ale firmamentului s\u0103u.
\nPrivi atent p\u0103m\u00e2ntul pe care \u00eel rotunjise \u00een palmele sale
\n\u0218i plantele, \u0219i fiarele care-i umpluser\u0103 meleaguri natale.<\/p>\n

Apoi Dumnezeu se a\u0219ez\u0103 \u0219i, g\u00e2nditor, capul \u00een m\u00e2ini \u0219i-a luat,
\nZic\u00e2ndu-\u0219i: \u201eSunt singur; M\u00e2ine va trebui s\u0103 fac un b\u0103rbat\u201d.
\n\u0218i Dumnezeu din mal de r\u00e2u lu\u0103 ni\u0219te hum\u0103-n palmele Lui,
\nDup\u0103 care muncit \u00eendelung, \u00eengenuncheat \u00een praful dint\u00e2i.<\/p>\n

Ca o mam\u0103 aplecat\u0103 peste dragul ei prunc, fiin\u021b\u0103 mult iubit\u0103,
\nDumnezeu a muncit din greu, p\u00e2n\u0103 omul ob\u021binu forma cuvenit\u0103,
\nModel\u00e2ndu-l \u00een toate dup\u0103 puterea, chipul \u0219i asem\u0103narea Sa,
\nApoi \u00een semn de mul\u021bumire prinse \u00een ceruri stelele a lansa.<\/p>\n

\u00cens\u0103 tot fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u00e2nd, model\u00e2nd, se mai g\u00e2ndi \u0219i, p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103,
\nDumnezeu \u00ee\u0219i zise s\u0103 sufle spirit, cuget peste omul de hum\u0103
\nDup\u0103 care acesta se preschimb\u0103, tres\u0103ri \u0219i deveni fiin\u021b\u0103;
\nDup\u0103 care omul deveni suflet \u0219i chip viu plin de credin\u021b\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nSimone de BEAUVOIR<\/strong>
\n (1908 \u2013 1986)
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Paris. Prozatoare redutabil\u0103, eseist\u0103. Premiul Goncourt (pentru romanul \u201eLes Mandarins\u201d, 1954). \u00cempreun\u0103 cu so\u021bul ei, Jean-Paul Sartre, va lansa proiectul existen\u021bialist, deopotriv\u0103 etic, filosofic \u0219i literar, al intelectualului angajat. Militant\u0103 a mi\u0219c\u0103rii intelectuale contestatoare de dup\u0103 al Doilea R\u0103zboi Mondial. Se anun\u021b\u0103 \u00een literatur\u0103 prin eseul \u201ePyrrhus \u0219i Cin\u00e9as\u201d (1944) \u0219i romanul \u201eInvitatul\u201d, urmat de eseul filosofic \u201ePentru o moral\u0103 a ambiguit\u0103\u021bii\u201d (1947). Alte romane: S\u00e2ngele altora (1945), Frumoasele imagini (1966), Femeia fr\u00e2nt\u0103 (1968), C\u00e2nd primeaz\u0103 spiritualul (1979). Eseuri: Existen\u021bialismul \u0219i \u00cen\u021belepciunea na\u021biunilor (1945), Al doilea sex (1949), For\u021ba v\u00e2rstei (1960), Ceremonia de adio (1981).<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iasc\u0103 \u00eensur\u0103\u021beii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ei \u0219i-au dat m\u00e2na
\n\u0218i-au dat inimile
\nOchii pentru ochii
\nPierdu\u021bi \u00eentr-un nor
\nPierdu\u021bi \u00eentr-un vis
\nVisul fericirii
\nO verighet\u0103 str\u0103luce\u0219te pe degetul lor
\nInelul de aur sigil\u00e2nd jur\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\nUn da pentru via\u021b\u0103
\nS-au spus cuvinte, ur\u0103ri
\n\u0218i nenum\u0103rate felicit\u0103rile
\nS-au s\u0103rutat, au z\u00e2mbit
\nIar ea nu-l vedea dec\u00e2t pe el
\n\u0218i el o vedea numai pe ea
\nSo\u021bia lui! So\u021bul ei!
\nVor cunoa\u0219te \u00eempreun\u0103 mii de bucurii, mii de griji
\n\u0218i uneori chiar furtuni
\n\u00cens\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncul inimii au busol\u0103
\nO busol\u0103 infailibil\u0103
\nBusola Dragostei
\nTr\u0103iasc\u0103 \u00eensur\u0103\u021beii!<\/p>\n


\nFran\u00e7oise SAGAN<\/strong>
\n (1935 \u2013 2004)
\n\"\"

N\u0103scut\u0103 la Cajarc, departamentul Lot. \u00censcris\u0103 la Universitatea Sorbona (1953), la v\u00e2rsta de 18 ani debuteaz\u0103 cu romanul \u201eBonjour tristesse\u201d (un vers de Paul Eluard), care devine rapid celebru \u0219i tradus \u00een mai multe \u021b\u0103ri. Activitate sus\u021binut\u0103 \u00een cinematografie. \u0218i alte romane ale sale (\u201eUn sur\u00e2s adev\u0103rat\u201d, 1956; \u201eV\u0103 place Brahms?, 1959; \u201eLa Chamade\u201d ,1965; \u201ePatul nef\u0103cut\u201d, 1977) s-au bucurat de succes. Ultima sa carte antum\u0103, \u201e\u00cen spate\u201d (1989), reprezint\u0103 o privire de ansamblu a autoarei asupra propriei crea\u021bii. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 momente de fericire perfect\u0103,
\nuneori \u00een singur\u0103tate, \u00een amintire,
\nmai mult dec\u00e2t ori\u0219icare altele din exterior
\n\u0219i care, \u00een caz de criz\u0103, pot s\u0103 te salveze de disperare.
\nPentru c\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 ai fost fericit,
\nsingur \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 motiv.
\nDar \u0219tim c\u0103 a\u0219a ceva ar fi imposibil.
\nIar fericirea… care pare at\u00e2t de legat\u0103 de cineva,
\nc\u00e2nd acel cineva e nemul\u021bumit de sine, at\u00e2t de irevocabil,
\naproape organic depinz\u00e2nd de ea,
\n\u00ee\u021bi reapare ca un lucru \u0219lefuit,
\nrotund, intact \u0219i niciodat\u0103 liber la discre\u021bia ta
\n(desigur \u00eendep\u0103rtat, dar neap\u0103rat posibil).
\nIar, odat\u0103 ce amintirea e mai reconfortant\u0103,
\ndec\u00e2t fericirea tr\u0103it\u0103 \u00eenainte cu altcineva,
\npe acel altcineva deja neiubindu-l,
\ncazul apare ca eroare
\n\u0219i aceast\u0103 amintire fericit\u0103 e nefondat\u0103.<\/p>\n

(1965)<\/em><\/p>\n


\n[Hobby]<\/strong><\/p>\n

Modul meu favorit de a-mi petrece timpul e
\ns\u0103 las s\u0103 treac\u0103 timpul,
\ns\u0103 am suficient timp,
\ns\u0103-mi iau timpul necesar,
\ns\u0103-mi pierd timpul,
\ns\u0103 tr\u0103iesc \u00een contratimp.
\nDetest tot ce reduce timpul,
\npentru c\u0103 \u00eemi place noaptea.
\nZiua e un monstru, \u0219iruri de \u00eent\u00e2lniri.
\nNoaptea este o mare calm\u0103.
\nAsta nu se va termin\u0103 nicic\u00e2nd.
\n\u00cemi place s\u0103 v\u0103d r\u0103s\u0103ritul soarelui
\n\u00eenainte de a m\u0103 culca, de-a adormi.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Mereu am crezut c\u0103 pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt exist\u0103 familii
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 cele cu care \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti s\u00e2ngele \u0219i copil\u0103ria,
\nexist\u0103 \u0219i familii ale \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rii,
\n\u00een care recuno\u0219ti confuz c\u0103 ai rude, prieteni, iubit\u0103
\nsepara\u021bi pe nedrept de tine secole la r\u00e2nd,
\npe care i-ai recunoscut
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a v\u0103 cunoa\u0219te.
\nAceasta nu e ceea ce numim familie de spirit
\nnici a existen\u021bei fizice,
\nci e rudenie alc\u0103tuit\u0103 din t\u0103ceri, priviri, gesturi, r\u00e2sete \u0219i furie re\u021binut\u0103;
\nalc\u0103tuit\u0103 din cei ce sunt \u0219oca\u021bi sau amuza\u021bi de acelea\u0219i lucruri
\nca \u0219i tine.
\nContrar celor ce se spun,
\n\u00eent\u00e2lnirea voastr\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 mai des nu \u00een tinere\u021be,
\nci mai t\u00e2rziu,
\nc\u00e2nd ambi\u021bia de a fi pe plac e \u00eenlocuit\u0103 de
\nambi\u021bia de a \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219i.<\/p>\n

(1998)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nNicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU S\u00c2RBU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

bulversare<\/strong> <\/p>\n

noaptea se plimb\u0103 \u00een doliu peste lume
\noamenii se ascund \u00een casele lor
\nora\u0219ele fream\u0103t\u0103 sub lumini multicolore
\nluna prive\u0219te \u00eentristat\u0103 zestrea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nvine mai aproape de g\u00e2nduri \u0219i vise
\ncite\u0219te teama de pe fruntea poe\u021bilor
\n\u0219i pleac\u0103 obosit\u0103 de nevinov\u0103\u021bia \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bilor
\ncare uit\u0103 s\u0103 mai doarm\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o noapte se declan\u0219eaz\u0103 iadul \u00eentr-o parte de lume
\nunii aplaud\u0103 al\u021bii pl\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

nici voi nu \u0219ti\u021bi cu adev\u0103rat ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103
\nmoartea a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 aud\u0103 \u0219tirile
\n\u0219i fuge are mult de lucru <\/p>\n


\nLumea-i respir\u0103 adev\u0103rul <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ridic, la nivel de trofeu, lumina
\n\u00eemprumut razele din ochiul soarelui,
\ns\u00e2ngele \u00ee\u0219i cap\u0103t\u0103 pulsul normal,
\npune la loc p\u0103m\u00e2ntul sub picioare.<\/p>\n

Bucurie din bucurie pe insule de dor
\nacoper\u0103 dragostea cu p\u00e2nz\u0103 de in
\n\u0219i noaptea cu vise \u00eenaripate,<\/p>\n

lumea-i respir\u0103 adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n

\u00centorc r\u0103sf\u0103\u021bul \u0219i cur\u0103\u021b gr\u0103dina
\n\u00een care odihnesc \u00een treac\u0103t stelele,<\/p>\n

de iubirea m\u0103 absoarbe cu totul
\n\u00een tunelul de vraj\u0103
\n\u0219i nicio patim\u0103 nu m\u0103 supune
\nmai mult dec\u00e2t \u021belul pentru care lupt.<\/p>\n

Acolo diminea\u021ba cu ochii verzi
\nlas\u0103 ape-n cascad\u0103,
\ns\u0103 sar\u0103 peste st\u00e2nci<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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