{"id":16210,"date":"2021-10-20T21:00:29","date_gmt":"2021-10-20T18:00:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16210"},"modified":"2021-10-20T21:03:15","modified_gmt":"2021-10-20T18:03:15","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-78-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16210","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 78 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Prieteni \u0219i c\u0103r\u021bi de dincolo de grani\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
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Alexandrina Cernov, o personalitate a Bucovinei din nordul s\u0103u \u00eenstr\u0103inat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am cunoscut-o la Suceava pe universitara Alexandrina Cernov din Cern\u0103u\u021bi, membr\u0103 de onoare a Academiei Rom\u00e2ne, \u00een ultimul deceniu al secolului trecut, odat\u0103 cu primul val de \u00eent\u00e2lniri \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i de \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri fraterne care a trecut vama Porubne – Siret, \u00eent\u00e2lniri \u0219i \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri care au re\u00eent\u0103rit unitatea sufleteasc\u0103 \u0219i cultural\u0103 a sudului cu nordul Bucovinei \u0219i au f\u0103cut din dezvoltarea ei o cauz\u0103 a intelectualit\u0103\u021bii, a oamenilor de condei de dincoace \u0219i de dincolo de grani\u021b\u0103. \u0218i au construit poduri de c\u0103r\u021bi. \u00cen limba matern\u0103, \u00een grafie latin\u0103.
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\nAst\u0103zi, \u00een ajunul echinoc\u021biului de toamn\u0103, a sunat telefonul. Un apel de dincolo de grani\u021b\u0103. Cu o veste pe m\u0103sura ultimei zile mai \u00eenalte dec\u00e2t noaptea. Dup\u0103 un an marcat de absen\u021bele \u0219i t\u0103cerile pandemiei, la editura \u201eAlexandru cel Bun\u201d \u00eencepuse preg\u0103tirea unei noi edi\u021bii a salonului literar cern\u0103u\u021bean. Salonul Doamnei Cernov.
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\nMaria IEVA <\/strong>
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Infinit<\/strong><\/p>\n

Luna nu-\u0219i \u00eentoarce fa\u021ba spre trecut,
\nCas\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 soare \u0219i-a f\u0103cut demult,
\nS-a privind \u00een cerul curs \u00eentr-o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103,
\nOglindind \u00een stele setea de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

De pe fruntea z\u0103rii s-au desprins comete,
\nDestr\u0103marea nop\u021bii-i plin\u0103 de regrete;
\n\u0218erpii \u00eenser\u0103rii s-au retras \u00een zodii,
\nA\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 creasc\u0103, din s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103, rodii.<\/p>\n

E t\u00e2rziu \u00een vise, e t\u00e2rziu \u00een via\u021b\u0103,
\nLacrima luminii \u00eenc\u0103 ne \u00eenva\u021b\u0103,
\nC\u0103 un strop de rou\u0103 peste un vulcan
\nPoate fi botezul clipei \u00een Iordan.<\/p>\n

Soarele cunoa\u0219te drumul de-nceput,
\nLuna nu-\u0219i \u00eentoarce fa\u021ba spre trecut,
\nDar oglinda-n care se privesc pe r\u00e2nd
\nNu mai are margini, nu mai are g\u00e2nd…<\/p>\n


\n360 de zile<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hai, \u0219terge amprenta l\u0103sat\u0103-n cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u0218i taie cinci zile din anul ce vine,
\nM\u0103-nchide \u00een cerc un alt leg\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nCum focul se-nchide \u00een miezul de p\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

Cu palma din care z\u0103pezile curg,
\nAcoper\u0103-mi g\u00e2ndul r\u0103nit de uitare,
\nExist\u0103-n spitalul din cer un chirurg
\nCe vindec\u0103 pa\u0219ii uita\u021bi peste zare.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t ies dintre umbre jura\u021bi s\u0103 acuze,
\nPerdeaua din stele n-o trage la geam,
\nLumini f\u0103r\u0103 form\u0103 \u00eemi sunt c\u0103l\u0103uze,
\nLa banca vis\u0103rii dob\u00e2nzi nu mai am.<\/p>\n

E anul mai mic, dar cercu-i mai mare,
\nR\u0103nit de o dreapt\u0103 un punct se divide;
\nAmprentele vie\u021bii sunt linii neclare
\nPe palma \u00een care cresc doruri avide.<\/p>\n


\nDrumul spre f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pentru toamna str\u00e2ns\u0103-n ai luminii muguri,
\nAm umblat ca ev\u0103 printre oameni singuri
\n\u0218i la fel ca Iuda cercam s\u0103 cioplesc
\nCrucea nemuririi \u00eentr-un m\u0103r domnesc.<\/p>\n

R\u0103nile din muguri visul le-a \u00eenchis,
\nOchii prim\u0103verii-n mine s-au deschis
\n\u0218i-am privit pendulul at\u00e2rnat \u00een cui,
\nCum m\u0103soar\u0103 tainic timpul nim\u0103nui.<\/p>\n

S-a pierdut \u00een neguri drumul spre f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103,
\n\u00cen cupola nop\u021bii s-a f\u0103cut lumin\u0103,
\nDar din podul palmei visul r\u0103stignit
\nM-a privit o dat\u0103 \u0219i-apoi a pierit…<\/p>\n


\nCopii de infinit<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 ardem \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00een timpul ce-a r\u0103mas,
\nIar la final s\u0103 ardem \u0219i timpul c-un chibrit,
\nS\u0103 cre\u0219tem flori de nuf\u0103r pe cerul lui Atlas,
\nDin care s\u0103 rena\u0219tem copii de infinit.<\/p>\n

Cu fruntea de lumin\u0103, cu bra\u021be de trecut
\nS\u0103-i a\u0219tept\u0103m la poart\u0103 pe cei ce vin pe cale,
\nC\u0103ci \u0219tim ce este teama c\u00e2nd \u00een necunoscut
\nP\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti pe drumul crucii cu t\u0103lpile tot goale.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ardem \u00eempreun\u0103, noi, umbr\u0103, am\u00e2ndoi
\nCum arde \u00eentrebarea ce-a\u0219teapt\u0103 un r\u0103spuns,
\nPe cerul plin de nuferi nu-s lacrimi, nici noroi,
\nCi doar misterul clipei ce pare nep\u0103truns…<\/p>\n


\nDreptul la secund\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a deschis o banc\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103-o m\u00e2n\u0103stire,
\nVin s\u0103 cear\u0103 credit v\u00e2nz\u0103tori de visuri,
\nC-au gajat cu via\u021ba pentru o iubire,
\n\u0218i-au tr\u0103it aievea numai \u00een abisuri.<\/p>\n

Capitalul b\u0103ncii-i capital str\u0103in,
\nAu venit arhangheli, serafimi \u0219i magi
\nC-au sim\u021bit durerea ochiului divin,
\nCe str\u00e2ngea-n clepsidr\u0103 sufletele dragi..<\/p>\n

\u0218i-au adus aportul fiii nen\u0103scu\u021bi,
\n\u0218i-au cerut s\u0103 scad\u0103 rata la dob\u00e2nd\u0103,
\nS\u0103 ob\u021bin\u0103 credit, \u00eengerii recru\u021bi
\nAu pl\u0103tit cu visuri dreptul la secund\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nG\u00e2ndul ca un abur<\/strong><\/p>\n

Visele pe care le-am crescut la s\u00e2n
\nSunt s\u0103ge\u021bi de iri\u0219i trase prin inele,
\nC\u0103 se-ntreab\u0103 apa pref\u0103cut\u0103-n vin:
\nUnde e logodna m\u00e2inilor de stele?<\/p>\n

R\u00e2uri de lumin\u0103 au ie\u0219it din matc\u0103,
\n\u00cenfloresc din palme g\u00e2nduri dup\u0103 g\u00e2nduri
\n\u0218i c-un voal de aur luna se \u00eembrac\u0103
\nDezbr\u0103c\u00e2nd de noapte umbre \u0219i rotunduri.<\/p>\n

Formele-s neclare, par c\u0103-s mai sub\u021biri
\nMargini care tivul pielii \u00eel destram\u0103;
\nTulburat de clip\u0103 ui\u021bi s\u0103 mai respiri,
\nC\u00e2nd auzi visarea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i cum te cheam\u0103.<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndul ca un abur rupt din r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103,
\nUrma unei lacrimi pref\u0103cute-n vin
\nO a\u0219az\u0103-n carte ca \u00eentr-o vitrin\u0103,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u021bie cerul mai senin…<\/p>\n


\nReziliere<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi mai stau \u00een g\u00e2nduri cu chirie,
\nSemn\u0103m, pe loc, contract de comodat,
\nM\u0103 voi muta cur\u00e2nd \u00een ve\u0219nicie
\nCa un ecou \u00een sine \u00eengropat.<\/p>\n

Tarif pe suflet imortalii n-au,
\nVremelnic g\u00e2ndul chipul \u0219i-l de\u0219ir\u0103,
\nDin cupele iubirii cer s\u0103 beau,
\nS\u0103 fiu ecoul destr\u0103mat, hegir\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cum corzile sub m\u00e2na lui Orfeu
\nAu l\u0103crimat vibr\u00e2nd \u00een nesf\u00e2r\u0219ire,
\nDe dorul t\u0103u am l\u0103crimat \u0219i eu
\nC\u00e2nd am cerut o moarte – izb\u0103vire.<\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2ne clipa at\u00e2rnat\u0103-n cui
\n\u0218i-o alt\u0103 clip\u0103-a\u0219teapt\u0103 gra\u021biere,
\nDin nuferi de lumin\u0103 s-o descui
\nC\u00e2nd va veni a doua \u00eenviere.<\/p>\n


\nAdrian MUNTEANU<\/strong>
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\u00ceN UMBRA ZILEI <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen umbra zilei aripa se-mpl\u00e2nt\u0103
\n\u0218i-acoper\u0103 uimirile cu pana.
\nUn strig\u0103t stins \u00eemi sfredele\u0219te rana
\nIubirilor ce nu m\u0103 mai fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Lumina stins\u0103-\u0219i leap\u0103d\u0103 sutana
\nPe cump\u0103na ce-n lacrim\u0103 se-av\u00e2nt\u0103.
\nTalaz fugar pe mal se ia la tr\u00e2nt\u0103
\nCu lini\u0219tea ce-mi pustie\u0219te dana.<\/p>\n

\u00cen iarb\u0103-ngenunchez \u0219i-mi cer iertare
\nC\u0103r\u0103rilor ce le-am urcat piepti\u0219.
\nUn fir de iarb\u0103-nfige \u00een uitare<\/p>\n

O sabie cu-ns\u00e2ngerat t\u0103i\u0219
\n\u0218i pas\u0103rea r\u0103mas\u0103-n a\u0219teptare
\n\u00cemi t\u0103inuie\u0219te-ad\u00e2ncul din frunzi\u0219.<\/p>\n


\nSALCIE PLECAT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt \u00eentre oameni salcie plecat\u0103,
\nTrunchi f\u0103r\u0103 vlag\u0103 a\u0219tept\u00e2nd t\u0103ierea.
\nS-a pref\u0103cut \u00een fiere acr\u0103 mierea
\n\u0218i \u00een ocar\u0103 vorba m\u0103surat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Poverile mi-au biruit puterea,
\nPrea multe valuri m-au supus deodat\u0103.
\nN\u0103dejdea e-n uitare preschimbat\u0103
\n\u0218i-n vifor slut se pierde adierea.<\/p>\n

O clip\u0103 doar de-a\u0219 \u00eentrerupe g\u00e2ndul
\nAcestor spaime ce te fac s\u0103 cazi,
\nCa s\u0103 mai dau o \u0219ans\u0103 pentru bl\u00e2ndul<\/p>\n

Zefir pornit \u00een tain\u0103 printre brazi,
\nA\u0219 z\u0103bovi senin s\u0103-mi vin\u0103 r\u00e2ndul,
\nMi-a\u0219 aminti de mine, cel de azi.<\/p>\n

Literatura ad\u00e2ncurilor <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Marius MANTA <\/strong>
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Joseph Conrad \u00een oglind\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aproape o via\u021b\u0103 acompaniat\u0103 de sunetele m\u0103rilor \u0219i ale oceanelor, o via\u021b\u0103 plin\u0103 de lupt\u0103, de-a lungul c\u0103reia, \u00eenc\u0103 de t\u00e2n\u0103r, Joseph Conrad a fost nevoit s\u0103 \u00eei fac\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103, s\u0103 \u00eei asculte mofturile, s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i cl\u0103deasc\u0103 implicit o personalitate complex\u0103, care urma s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pun\u0103 amprenta peste toate relele \u0219i fericitele \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare\u2026 \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri ce s-au rostogolit \u00een \u0219i peste destinul s\u0103u. Cutezan\u021b\u0103, efort, curaj, alteori dimpotriv\u0103, g\u00e2nduri negre, nervi, cer \u00eenchis, \u00eendr\u0103zneala unui act sinuciga\u0219, apoi iar\u0103\u0219i planuri noi, decizii pe termen lung, \u00eencredere \u00een aproapele, iubire, \u00een fapt via\u021ba \u00eens\u0103\u0219i.
\nProvenind dinspre \u021binuturi \u201ecosmopolite\u201d, Joseph Conrad vine \u00een literatura englez\u0103 cu un soi de realism sec, marc\u0103 proprie, fiind de altfel considerat de c\u0103tre contemporani mai degrab\u0103 un scriitor modern, chiar dac\u0103 scrierile sale con\u021bin elemente clasic-realiste, cel mai probabil caracteristice secolului XIX. Miz\u00e2nd pe un dramatic de factur\u0103 cinematografic\u0103, de multe ori s-a considerat c\u0103 realit\u0103\u021bile volumelor sale au dovedit \u0219i un caracter profetic. Pe bun\u0103 dreptate, cel \u00een discu\u021bie are ochi pentru ce se afl\u0103 la orizont, presimte schimb\u0103rile, le confer\u0103 chiar un sens. Nu cred c\u0103 m\u0103 hazardez dac\u0103 afirm c\u0103 \u00een spa\u021biul nostru scriitorul este cunoscut pentru \u201eLord Jim\u201d, mult mai pu\u021bin pentru restul romanelor, nuvelelor, povestirilor, schi\u021belor etc. ce au drept numitor comun bucuria \u00eentinderilor marine. Suntem \u00eentr-un fel de-a fi unde biografia inund\u0103 fic\u021biunea, un punct unde principiile contrare se atrag, gener\u00e2nd un preaplin de energie. Joseph Conrad experimenteaz\u0103 condi\u021bii noi, se las\u0103 purtat de valuri – la propriu – ajung\u00e2nd s\u0103 renun\u021be \u00een via\u021ba real\u0103 la vasele franceze \u00een virtutea celor britanice. Fiind \u00eentr-un continuu quest for identiy, \u0219i-a dat examenele, \u0219i-a luat un master, a devenit cet\u0103\u021bean englez, schimb\u00e2ndu-\u0219i inclusiv numele.
\nM\u0103 opresc de data aceasta asupra \u201eThe mirror of the sea\u201d (\u201eOglinda m\u0103rii\u201d), o carte ap\u0103rut\u0103 \u00een condi\u021bii nu tocmai fericite la \u201eDexon Office\u201d Bucure\u0219ti, \u0219i \u201ebeneficiind\u201d de o traducere aproximativ\u0103 din partea M\u0103d\u0103linei Tureatc\u0103. Asemenea mici neajunsuri p\u0103lesc totu\u0219i \u00een fa\u021ba ineditului textelor ce compun chipuri de c\u0103pitani, matelo\u021bi, fragmente de mic\u0103 \u00eentindere care contureaz\u0103 furtuni ori alte curiozit\u0103\u021bi meteorologice, evoc\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnirea cu continente, m\u0103ri, insule etc., pentru ca spre final s\u0103 a\u0219eze arhitectura unui crez.
\nCine se \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2neaz\u0103 cu orice pre\u021b s\u0103 pun\u0103 \u201eOglinda m\u0103rii\u201d \u00een siajul unei singure specii literare nu va avea sor\u021bi de izb\u00e2nd\u0103; paginile au darul de a deschide \u00eentinderile, l\u0103s\u00e2nd sensurile conotative s\u0103 intervin\u0103, mai ales c\u00e2nd cititorul are (probabil) convingerea c\u0103 nu mai e nimic de spus. Vocea care \u00eenregistreaz\u0103 \/ consemneaz\u0103 are adesea acces la \u00een\u021belesuri filozofice, pentru ca alteori s\u0103 lase loc poeticului. Apropiindu-se pare c\u0103 se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 \u0219i invers, cre\u00e2nd un adev\u0103rat miraj.
\n\u00cen spatele tuturor se simte nostalgia celui care r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00eendr\u0103gostit de chipul apelor. \u00centre suferin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i extaz, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i \u201eplec\u0103rile de la mal \u0219i acost\u0103rile marcheaz\u0103 balansul ritmic al vie\u021bii unui matelot \u0219i al carierei unei ambarca\u021biuni\u201d. Mai mult, re\u021binem c\u0103 \u201ede la un mal la altul este defini\u021bia cea mai consistent\u0103 a destinului p\u0103m\u00e2ntesc al unui vapor\u201d. De altfel, acest ata\u0219ament fa\u021b\u0103 de nav\u0103 revigoreaz\u0103 leg\u0103turi mitico-erotice: \u201eCorabia era cea care crea o leg\u0103tur\u0103 \u00eentre noi doi \u0219i, c\u00e2t prive\u0219te o corabie, de\u0219i ea are atribute feminine \u0219i se bucur\u0103 de o iubire ira\u021bional\u0103, este diferit\u0103 de o femeie\u201d\u2026 dest\u0103inuirile continu\u0103.
\nT\u00e2n\u0103rul, controversatul, c\u0103pitanul, scriitorul, Joseph Conrad radiografiaz\u0103 \u00een parte poetic leg\u0103turile dintre nou \u0219i vechi, dintre v\u00e2rsta p\u0103m\u00e2ntului \u0219i v\u00e2rsta iluziilor, compar\u0103 chiar (tehnic) vitezele vaselor, stabilind meritele\u2026 iluzorii ale unor oameni ce uneori devin chiar \u201eservitorii crea\u021biilor noastre\u201d. A\u0219 putea afirma f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 gre\u0219esc c\u0103 Joseph Conrad are \u0219i o doz\u0103 de romantism ce se tope\u0219te brusc \u00een realitatea clipei oarecare, dar presar\u0103 avant la lettre \u0219i o doz\u0103 de postmodernitate ce presupune, nu des, sarcasm. \u00centre fragment \u0219i \u00eentindere, \u00eentre aici \u0219i \u00eendep\u0103rtat-acolo, privirea scriitorului motiveaz\u0103 \u00eensu\u0219i dorin\u021ba de cunoa\u0219tere, \u0219i eventual de clasificare a experien\u021belor.
\nSe \u00een\u021belege, Conrad nu e un (auto)voit-modern, cu at\u00e2t mai pu\u021bin monden. Nici \u00een via\u021b\u0103, nici \u00een literatur\u0103. \u201eOglinda m\u0103rii\u201d func\u021bioneaz\u0103 ca un intro \u00een fa\u021ba unei opere de sine st\u0103t\u0103toare, demn\u0103 de a fi reconfigurat\u0103 la adev\u0103rata ei valoare \u00een spa\u021biul rom\u00e2nesc.<\/p>\n


\nAna-Mirabela DIACU<\/strong>
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Ca un r\u00e2u <\/strong><\/p>\n

La fel ca tine
\nr\u00e2ul acesta fuge c\u0103tre nic\u0103ieri
\nat\u00e2t de gr\u0103bit, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie p\u00e2n\u0103 unde
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie de ce;
\nca \u0219i cum la cap\u0103tul drumului
\nl-ar a\u0219tepta ceva sau cineva.<\/p>\n

Se love\u0219te de pietrele mari
\n\u0219i pleac\u0103 mai departe buimac
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 \u00eenapoi,
\ncu toate r\u0103nile \u00eenc\u0103 deschise,
\ncu vuietul lui ca un pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n

Tu ai ceva
\nce doar r\u00e2urile reci \u0219i repezi pot avea;
\nte v\u0103d: din ochii t\u0103i, \u00eenvolburate,
\nape spumoase
\nm\u0103 privesc.<\/p>\n


\n\u00cemb\u0103tr\u00e2nesc <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemb\u0103tr\u00e2nesc
\n\u0219i nu m\u0103 mai g\u00e2ndesc at\u00e2t de mult la oameni
\nm\u0103 \u00eendrept \u00eens\u0103 c\u0103tre cer
\ntot mai mult \u00een fiecare zi,
\nC\u0103tre t\u0103ceri
\n\u0219i flori, p\u0103dure, infinit.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eendrept c\u0103tre tot ceea ce nu dezam\u0103ge\u0219te
\nc\u0103tre cei ce nu r\u0103nesc, nu pleac\u0103
\n\u0219i nu ne dor.<\/p>\n

\u00cemb\u0103tr\u00e2nesc
\n\u0218i mi-e tot mai bine \u00een singur\u0103tate.
\nM\u0103 \u00eenchid \u00een mine
\nca o perl\u0103 ce-\u0219i doarme somnul \u00een scoic\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nScriu <\/strong><\/p>\n

Scriu
\ndespre nop\u021bile magice de var\u0103
\ncu t\u0103ceri divine \u0219i miros de rai,
\ndespre plec\u0103ri \u0219i reveniri,
\ndespre mame si dorurile lor.
\nScriu
\ndespre tot ce simt
\n\u0219i nu caut cuvintele nicic\u00e2nd
\nele vin \u0219i m\u0103 g\u0103sesc mereu.<\/p>\n

Scriu
\npentru c\u0103 altfel
\n\u00eemi e prea dor de mine.
\nScriu
\npentru ca altfel
\nnici nu \u0219tiu s\u0103 fiu<\/p>\n


\nChem\u0103ri <\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti pe un drum necunoscut
\ncu un bagaj ce nu-\u021bi apar\u021bine.
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i:
\ne at\u00e2t de bine s\u0103 te pierzi uneori!
\nT\u0103cerile toate \u0219i-au chemat
\ncuvintele la culcare.
\nO lini\u0219te alb\u0103 se a\u0219terne peste lume,
\nca un voal pe chipul
\nneatins al miresei.
\nPlutind, un aer misterios
\ns\u0103rut\u0103 fruntea parfumat\u0103 a florilor de tei.
\nNoaptea te prive\u0219te cu ochi negrii;
\nr\u0103t\u0103cit de mult \u00ee\u021bi este somnul.
\nP\u00e2ntecul rotund al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nte cheam\u0103 la el
\ncu glas duios de mam\u0103
\n\u00een c\u00e2ntec de leag\u0103n.<\/p>\n


\nF\u0103r\u0103 sens <\/strong><\/p>\n

Te simt \u00een furtuna care ridic\u0103 marea spre cer,
\n\u00een v\u00e2ntul care alearg\u0103 bezmetic,
\nTe simt \u00een plecarea p\u0103s\u0103rilor
\nce-\u0219i las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 cuiburile reci.
\nTe simt \u00een bucuria copiilor
\n\u0219i \u00een nostalgia colindelor.<\/p>\n

Te simt \u00een pacea primilor fulgi
\n\u0219i \u00een parfumul primelor flori de prim\u0103var\u0103.
\nTe simt \u00een fiecare zi care trece<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de greu,
\nAt\u00e2t de
\nf\u0103r\u0103 sens
\nf\u0103r\u0103 tine.<\/p>\n


\nCelor care r\u0103m\u00e2n <\/strong><\/p>\n

Celor care r\u0103m\u00e2n
\nnu le po\u021bi lua triste\u021bea din priviri
\nniciodat\u0103, cu nimic.
\nEa r\u0103m\u00e2ne ve\u0219nic acolo
\ncu str\u0103lucirea ei ascuns\u0103,
\ndovad\u0103 vie
\na focului ce \u00eenc\u0103 arde,
\nce \u00eenc\u0103 doare.<\/p>\n

Celor care r\u0103m\u00e2n
\nnu le po\u021bi vorbi de r\u0103spunsuri
\npe care nici tu nu le ai;
\nnu le po\u021bi r\u0103spunde
\nla toate acele \u00eentreb\u0103ri
\ncare \u00eencep \u0219i se termin\u0103
\ncu \u201ede ce\u201d?<\/p>\n

Celor care r\u0103m\u00e2n nu le po\u021bi promite raiul
\nc\u00e2nd iadul lor e aici
\n\u00een urma celor care
\npentru totdeauna
\npleac\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nDoar un fel de pl\u00e2ns <\/strong><\/p>\n

Dincolo de mine
\ne un zid al t\u0103cerii;
\ndincolo de tine
\npare a nu mai fi nimic.
\n\u00centre noi,
\nat\u00e2tea lumi necunoscute!<\/p>\n

\u0218i nu,
\nacesta nu e
\nun poem de dragoste…
\ne doar pl\u00e2nsul
\nunui copil orfan.<\/p>\n


\nMihai MARIAN <\/strong>
\n\"\"

acum<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd Gashadokuro
\n\u00ee\u0219i leap\u0103d\u0103 \u0219i cel din urm\u0103 strat de piele,
\niar Ubume r\u0103m\u00e2ne ve\u0219nic t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i frumoas\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een momentul acesta de levita\u021bie \u0219i extaz
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd un personaj de film ar fi c\u0103p\u0103tat
\ndintr-odat\u0103 con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 de sine:<\/p>\n

un fior de trifluorur\u0103 de clor
\npeste smal\u021bul din\u021bilor.<\/p>\n

Pe sub piele arunc\u0103toarele de fl\u0103c\u0103ri,
\napoi progresiva disipare a st\u0103rilor
\nca dup\u0103 o partid\u0103 de sex.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 concentrez la jocul sim\u021burilor
\n\u0219i \u00eencerc s\u0103 g\u0103sesc
\npentru puii de maimu\u021b\u0103,
\npentru pumele estice,
\npentru cei care a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 pe listele de transplant,
\nad\u0103post \u00een hexafluorura de sulf
\n\u00een care s\u0103 pluteasc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea
\nde doi metri cincizeci \u0219i \u0219ase,
\nde acolo de unde Ronaldo a \u00eenscris cu capul
\n\u00een meciul cu Juventus.<\/p>\n

\u00cencerc s\u0103 aflu o explica\u021bie pentru lumea \u00een care
\nmegapixelii telefoanelor surprind
\nchiar \u0219i momentul
\n\u00een care martirii speciei noastre
\naproape epuiza\u021bi
\naproape euforici
\n\u00ee\u0219i calculeaz\u0103 \u0219ansele de-a p\u0103r\u0103si planeta
\nprivind
\n\u00eentr-o \u00eent\u00e2rziat\u0103 raz\u0103 de soare \u00een care sclipesc
\ncristale de ghea\u021b\u0103
\nm\u00e2ini mici
\ndeja gazoase.<\/p>\n

\u00cencerc s\u0103 g\u0103sesc motive s\u0103 cred
\nc\u0103 lumea aceasta, \u00een care<\/p>\n

totul arde<\/p>\n

cuprins de-o febr\u0103
\npe care nicio mam\u0103 n-a putut s\u0103 o domoleasc\u0103,
\nva fi salvat\u0103 de \u00een\u021belepciunea unei p\u0103s\u0103ri
\nmici \u0219i sf\u0103r\u00e2micioase
\nlovind \u00een fereastr\u0103 cu ciocul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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