{"id":16241,"date":"2021-10-23T21:45:38","date_gmt":"2021-10-23T18:45:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16241"},"modified":"2021-10-23T21:45:38","modified_gmt":"2021-10-23T18:45:38","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-78-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16241","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 78 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Nicolae NISTOR <\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/nistor-e1600759956507.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/nistor-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10850 lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 225px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 225\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/nistor-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10850\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>N\u0102SCU\u021aI DIN ACEEA\u0218I COAST\u0102<br \/>\n(omul vrea s\u0103 fie gol \u0219i dup\u0103 na\u0219tere)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>draga mea<br \/>\nsuntem n\u0103scu\u021bi din aceea\u0219i coast\u0103<br \/>\ndin acelea\u0219i defecte-uneori ascunse<br \/>\nideea c\u0103 suntem diferi\u021bi<br \/>\neste secretul din fiecare<br \/>\nsupus dezbaterii publice<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 omul vrea s\u0103 fie gol<br \/>\n\u0219i dup\u0103 na\u0219tere<br \/>\niar povestea lui este important\u0103<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd \u021bi-am spus c\u0103 te iubesc<br \/>\naveam degetele \u00eencruci\u0219ate<br \/>\ncredeam c\u0103 minciuna nu are p\u0103cate<br \/>\nnu \u0219tiam c\u0103 nevinovata minciun\u0103<br \/>\naduce drame care nu pot fi \u00eembr\u0103cate<br \/>\norice rostire care disec\u0103 adev\u0103rul<br \/>\neste un s\u0103rut cu pungile pe cap<br \/>\n\u00een care lamele de ras<br \/>\nnu las\u0103 timpul s\u0103 respire<br \/>\ndraga mea<br \/>\nsuntem n\u0103scu\u021bi din aceea\u0219i coast\u0103<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 numai femeia poate s\u0103 nasc\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103 despre iubire<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nFERICIRE \u00ceN VALURI<br \/>\n(este ca apusul care se retrage c\u00e2nd vrea)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2nd se deschide o scoic\u0103<br \/>\nsoarele se bucur\u0103<br \/>\npentru via\u021ba care este la fel<br \/>\nchiar dac\u0103 nu are perle<br \/>\ndar este ca apusul<br \/>\ncare se retrage c\u00e2nd vrea<br \/>\nnop\u021bile \u00een care aud sunete \u00een mare<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd iubirile nu mai au hotare<br \/>\nnum\u0103r firele de nisip nemuritoare<br \/>\npentru c\u0103 aici nu exist\u0103 timp<br \/>\ndoar iubire \u00een valuri de fericire<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd se deschide o scoic\u0103<br \/>\npierd speran\u021ba dincolo de zenit<br \/>\n\u00eenc\u0103 o ploaie din care m-am trezit<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nCALUL TROIAN<br \/>\n(un cal invizibil care alearg\u0103 \u00een istorie pentru salvarea iubirii)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>poezia este o fort\u0103rea\u021b\u0103<br \/>\nHomer \u0219tia asta<br \/>\niubirea trebuia furat\u0103<br \/>\natunci a vorbit de calul troian<br \/>\ncare a atacat poezia<br \/>\np\u0103rea o metafor\u0103 ascuns\u0103 de timp<br \/>\ncine las\u0103 urme \u00een istorie<br \/>\n\u0219i cine folose\u0219te calul \u00een r\u0103zboaie<br \/>\npentru ce ne batem noi<br \/>\n\u00een afar\u0103 de hran\u0103<br \/>\nHomer avea dreptate c\u00e2nd spunea<br \/>\nc\u0103 cineva s-a strecurat \u00een poezie<br \/>\npe un cal invizibil<br \/>\ncare alearg\u0103 \u00een istorie pentru salvarea iubirii<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nDINCOLO\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>ne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni acolo<br \/>\nunde vom avea multe jocuri<br \/>\nnu vom mai fi copii<br \/>\nvom fi nu se \u0219tie ce vom fi<br \/>\nmulte genera\u021bii<br \/>\nne adunam la bunicii tatei<br \/>\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u021beam p\u00e2ine de vatr\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i fructe de p\u0103dure<br \/>\nde pe c\u00e2mpia bunicii<br \/>\nalergam prin iarb\u0103 \u0219i prin noi<br \/>\np\u00e2n\u0103 adormeam ca mu\u0219uroaiele<br \/>\nbunica ne num\u0103ra<br \/>\n\u0219tia c\u0103 vom \u00eencol\u021bi \u00een<br \/>\nast\u0103 via\u021b\u0103<br \/>\nnoi nu \u0219tiam ce este r\u0103zboiul<br \/>\npentru noi era un joc<br \/>\nunde b\u0103rba\u021bii se \u00eentorceau acas\u0103<br \/>\nsau adormeau pe alte c\u00e2mpii<br \/>\nne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni acolo<br \/>\niar aici cineva<br \/>\nne va p\u0103zi p\u0103m\u00e2ntul<br \/>\ncu str\u0103jeri de marmur\u0103<br \/>\nsub form\u0103 de cruci<br \/>\nstr\u0103inii \u2013 rudele noastre<br \/>\nvor pune flori pe cruci<br \/>\nDumnezeu le va \u00eencol\u021bi<br \/>\nEl tat\u0103l nostru cel mare<br \/>\ncalea pentru orice plecare<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nATINGERI \u0218ERPUITE<br \/>\n(erau degetele tale pe clapele unui pian)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>aveai degetele prelungi de mare pianist\u0103<br \/>\npe care le sim\u021beam pe obrazul meu<br \/>\nca un dans \u0219erpuit<br \/>\neram \u00eentr-o c\u0103l\u0103torie undeva c\u00e2ndva&#8230;<br \/>\nam v\u0103zut un afi\u0219 pe o sfer\u0103<br \/>\nerau degetele tale pe clapele unui pian<br \/>\n\u0219i auzeam muzica ta&#8230;<br \/>\nlimba \u00een care era scris afi\u0219ul<br \/>\nera necunoscut\u0103 de mine<br \/>\nacolo to\u021bi se cuno\u0219teau prin atingerea palmelor<br \/>\nsau mi\u0219carea trupului<br \/>\ntr\u0103irile erau atinse suav prin m\u00e2ini<br \/>\niar arta \u0219i muzica erau \u00een labirintul palmelor<br \/>\nca un leag\u0103n al crea\u021biei<br \/>\napoi am \u00eenceput s\u0103 te caut<br \/>\ns\u0103 aflu cine e\u0219ti dac\u0103 e\u0219ti tu<br \/>\nam pus m\u00e2inile pe obrazul<br \/>\nunei femei care a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103<br \/>\napoi am ascultat \u00eempreun\u0103<br \/>\nmuzica ta&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nPETRECERE \u00ceN PIJAMALE<br \/>\n(diminea\u021ba este gata s\u0103 respire via\u021ba cu t\u0103lpile descul\u021be)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>poate s\u0103 fie o diminea\u021ba aiurea<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd pe sc\u0103ri alearg\u0103 mirosuri de cafea \u0219i ceap\u0103 pr\u0103jit\u0103<br \/>\nsau pe ascuns alunec\u0103 un miros de parfum r\u0103t\u0103cit \u0219i vechi<br \/>\nprive\u0219ti lumea prin televizor sau telefon<br \/>\nnu ai curajul s\u0103 ie\u0219i \u00een strad\u0103<br \/>\nsau dac\u0103 ie\u0219i pari un buimac r\u0103t\u0103cit<br \/>\nai uitat s\u0103 te \u00eembraci dar nu ai uitat p\u0103l\u0103ria<br \/>\nmult\u0103 uimire pe strad\u0103 mea to\u021bi umbl\u0103 \u00een pijamale<br \/>\no nou\u0103 mod\u0103 nebun\u0103 sau o petrecere afar\u0103<br \/>\noricum pe aici to\u021bi sunt arti\u0219ti<br \/>\nfiecare picteaz\u0103 o banc\u0103 \u00een parc<br \/>\nnu mai \u0219tiu ce este acum<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd omul cump\u0103r\u0103 un scaun la biseric\u0103<br \/>\ns\u0103 fie mai aproape de Dumnezeu<br \/>\n\u0219i totu\u0219i<br \/>\npe strada mea diminea\u021ba este gata s\u0103 respire via\u021ba<br \/>\ncu t\u0103lpile descul\u021be<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nPOARTA VIE\u021aII<br \/>\n(lumea fuge mai repede spre diminea\u021ba vie\u021bii)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>a desenat o poart\u0103<br \/>\ndincolo de timp<br \/>\nnimeni nu \u0219tia unde este<br \/>\na plecat \u0219i nu ne-a spus<br \/>\nde c\u00e2te ori adorm<br \/>\nc\u0103l\u0103toresc p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021ba<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd se deschide ochiul lumii<br \/>\nsoarele meu este floare de lotus<br \/>\ncare intr\u0103 \u00een mine<br \/>\nnu m\u0103 arde nu m\u0103 orbe\u0219te<br \/>\nse strecoar\u0103 ca iubirea<br \/>\n\u00een a\u0219ternuturi crude<br \/>\n\u0219i m\u0103 strig\u0103 cu voce de copil<br \/>\napoi \u00eel v\u0103d pe amicul meu<br \/>\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 poarta lui secret\u0103<br \/>\nalerg&#8230; dar lumea fuge mai repede<br \/>\nspre diminea\u021ba vie\u021bii<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nPOVESTIRI DIN VIA\u021aA MEA<br \/>\n(eram proprietarul a tot ce zbura)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>premiat sau nu tata nu putea<br \/>\ns\u0103 aduc\u0103 locomotiva la \u0219coal\u0103<br \/>\noricum eram nepot de director de \u0219coal\u0103<br \/>\nnici la copiat nu m\u0103 pricepeam<br \/>\neram anxios ca atingerea nevinovat\u0103<br \/>\na unei colege<br \/>\nfugeam de mili\u021bian<br \/>\n\u0103sta era \u00een clasa a patra<br \/>\n\u0219i se holba la mama disperat<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd am mai crescut am devenit \u201einfractor\u201d<br \/>\nl-am b\u0103tut pe mili\u021bianul cu patru clase<br \/>\nam sc\u0103pat f\u0103r\u0103 probleme<br \/>\nla servici nu primeam prime<br \/>\nare bani spuneau c\u00e2rcota\u0219ii<br \/>\napoi eu nu aveam culoarea agreat\u0103 de \u0219efi<br \/>\nnu eram nici lustragiu<br \/>\nam cerut un leu prim\u0103<br \/>\n\u0219i o diplom\u0103 scris\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103<br \/>\na\u0219a am aflat c\u0103 am directorul de\u0219tept<br \/>\nfiind st\u00e2ngaci eram legat la m\u00e2n\u0103<br \/>\nca fotbalistul cu piciorul sigilat<br \/>\neram \u00een UNESCO dac\u0103 eram liberi<br \/>\nproful de drept roman m\u0103 punea s\u0103-mi citesc lucrarea<br \/>\nscriam mizerabil cu dreapta<br \/>\ncu toate acestea nu am fost de st\u00e2nga<br \/>\neu eram evitat \u00een luptele copil\u0103riei<br \/>\n\u0219i \u021bineam cu Dembrovschi<br \/>\ntata m\u0103 \u021bine l\u00e2ng\u0103 el s\u0103 nu creez r\u0103zboaie pierdute<br \/>\n\u0219tia el c\u0103 omul de\u0219tept are necazuri<br \/>\ndac\u0103 nu are ochii lui alba\u0219tri<br \/>\npe tine te-am f\u0103cut de\u0219tept zicea el<br \/>\ns\u0103 fii prost e mai greu<br \/>\nlecturile mele se desf\u0103\u0219urau \u00een podul blocului<br \/>\nacolo era teritoriul meu<br \/>\nunde vorbeam cu porumbeii mei voiajori<br \/>\neram proprietarul a tot ce zbura<br \/>\na\u0219a ar\u0103tau \u0219i arat\u0103 povestirile din via\u021ba mea<br \/>\no lume \u00een care speran\u021ba tr\u0103ia<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nDumitru ICHIM <\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/preot-ichim-e1600249079117.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-1\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/preot-ichim-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10727 lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 300px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 300\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/preot-ichim-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10727\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>LEGENDA PRIN\u021aESEI-CU-MANTIA-VERDE<br \/>\n             (Thunder Bay, Ontario) <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u0218i iar\u0103\u0219i o s\u0103 v\u0103 povestesc despre prima mea iubire, despre D\u0103nu\u021b, feti\u021ba n\u0103zdr\u0103van\u0103, cu p\u0103rul blond \u0219i lung ca nostalgiile toamnei, cea care \u00eentr-o noapte de var\u0103 \u00eemi ar\u0103ta Pleiadele.<br \/>\n&#8211; Mitrel, acolo am s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund, vezi? \u0218i tu nu ai s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219ti, ha, ha&#8230; Uite, uite, ai v\u0103zut? A c\u0103zut o stea, spune-\u021bi repede o dorin\u021b\u0103.<br \/>\nEram copii am\u00e2ndoi. P\u0103rin\u021bii l\u0103sau c\u0103ru\u021ba cu f\u00e2n s\u0103 o descarce a doua zi pentru c\u0103 era t\u00e2rziu, iar eu \u0219i cu D\u0103nu\u021b ne suiam sus \u0219i priveam cerul. \u0218i mirosea f\u00e2nul precum hainele lui Dumnezeu. De fapt florile nu sunt crescute \u0219i hr\u0103nite cu lumina Soarelui pe care le \u00eembrac\u0103 Dumnezeu \u00een stihare mult mai scumpe dec\u00e2t ve\u0219mintele lui Solomon. Eu \u00eemi puneam o dorin\u021b\u0103, dar nu \u00eendr\u0103zneam s\u0103 i-o spun. Era pe vremea c\u00e2nd must\u0103cioara mea era ca o spum\u0103 a inimii, un fel de puf al nevinov\u0103\u021biei ca al pui\u0219orilor de g\u0103in\u0103.<br \/>\n&#8211; Spune tu \u00eent\u00e2i, D\u0103nu\u021b, c\u0103 e\u0219ti fat\u0103!<br \/>\n&#8211; Ba tu, Mitrel, c\u0103 e\u0219ti b\u0103iat. B\u0103ie\u021bii trebuie s\u0103 fie buni \u0219i s\u0103 asculte de fete.<br \/>\n&#8211; Ba tu, ba tu, ba tu! Uriciosule!<br \/>\n\u0218i-mi d\u0103dea, mai mult se pref\u0103cea, c\u00e2te un ghiont, dar nu prea tare, ci mai mult alint\u00e2ndu-se. D\u0103nu\u021b, o alintam cu \u201eb\u0103i\u021belu\u0219\u201d pentru c\u0103 tot timpul era la joac\u0103 numai cu b\u0103ie\u021bii. \u201eFetele sunt proaste, \u00eemi spunea ca un mare secret, pentru c\u0103 se joac\u0103 numai cu p\u0103pu\u0219ile \u0219i nu de-a r\u0103zboiul, sau de-a pira\u021bii. Nu \u0219tiu nici s\u0103 se ca\u021bere \u00een copac, s\u0103 trag\u0103 cu arcul, sau s\u0103 mearg\u0103 la furat de piersici de la \u021aa\u021ba Saveta.\u201d Eu o nec\u0103jeam:<br \/>\n&#8211; C\u00e2\u021bi ani ai, b\u0103i\u021belu\u0219? Ea care era toat\u0103 numai inim\u0103 \u0219i r\u00e2s de copil, \u00eentotdeauna se d\u0103dea mare.<br \/>\n&#8211; Nu e frumos, Mitrel, ca un b\u0103iat s\u0103 \u00eentrebe pe o femeie ce v\u00e2rst\u0103 are. S\u0103-\u021bi fie ru\u0219ine \u0219i s\u0103 nu mai r\u00e2zi de mine, niciodat\u0103! \u0218i dup\u0103 ce m\u0103 amenin\u021ba c\u0103 nu-mi mai aduce plumbi de cartu\u0219e adev\u0103rate pentru s\u0103ge\u021bi, \u00eencepeam s\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103torim prin p\u0103durile de stele, f\u0103r\u0103 de sf\u00e2r\u0219it ca \u0219i visurile noastre de copii prostu\u021bi \u0219i dulci prin seriozitatea cu care vorbeam.<br \/>\n&#8211; D\u0103nu\u021b, c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 vin\u0103 vremea s\u0103 mergem la \u0219coal\u0103 nu-i a\u0219a c\u0103 o s\u0103 ne c\u0103s\u0103torim \u0219i vom avea \u00eempreun\u0103 a\u0219a de mul\u021bi bani c\u0103 o s\u0103 ne cump\u0103r\u0103m un zmeu cum am v\u0103zut desenat \u00een cartea de citire?<br \/>\n&#8211; \u0218i tu, Mitrel, o s\u0103 te faci pirat \u0219i ai s\u0103 te duci p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103tul lumii. Ia, spune, ce mi-ai promis?<br \/>\n&#8211; \u0218i o s\u0103 vin acas\u0103, vezi c\u0103 nu am uitat?, cu multe pove\u0219ti \u0219i legende \u0219i c\u0103 o s\u0103-\u021bi aduc pentru cadou de nunt\u0103 o coroni\u021b\u0103 cu o pan\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103 de vultur de la indienii din Canada.<br \/>\nD\u0103nu\u021b m\u0103 iubea \u0219i ea pe ascuns. Nici ea, nici eu nu \u0219tiam ce e iubirea, dar c\u00e2nd ne \u00eent\u00e2lneam \u0219i eram singuri ne \u00eenro\u0219eam am\u00e2ndoi \u0219i obrajii \u00eencepeau s\u0103 ne ard\u0103 \u0219i st\u00e2njeni\u021bi ne \u00eentrebam de nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2te ori \u201ece faci?\u201d f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne d\u0103m seama ce e cu noi. Dar ne sim\u021beam at\u00e2t de bine! Parc\u0103 radia un fel de lumin\u0103, uneori vindec\u0103toare \u0219i ca un alint f\u0103r\u0103 de cuvinte. Pe c\u00e2t era de delicat\u0103 cu mine, pe at\u00e2t era de r\u0103zboinic\u0103, precum un pui de amazoanc\u0103. S\u0103 fi \u00eendr\u0103znit vreun copil de pe uli\u021ba noastr\u0103 din deal s\u0103 arunce cu pietre dup\u0103 mine c\u00e2nd treceam prin fa\u021ba casei, c\u0103 atunci s\u0103 fi v\u0103zut distrac\u021bie. \u00cel b\u0103tea a\u0219a de tare c\u0103 a doua oar\u0103 nu mai \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103 se mai lege de mine \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 mai porecleasc\u0103 \u201eCreion Chimic\u201d, sau \u201eCoco\u0219\u201d. De asta \u00een\u021belegerea noastr\u0103 a fost c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd vom fi c\u0103s\u0103tori\u021bi s\u0103 nu m\u0103 bat\u0103 pentru c\u0103 ea era un fel de Robin Hood care b\u0103tea de zv\u00e2nta pe oricine f\u0103cea o nedreptate. C\u00e2nd era sup\u0103rat\u0103 \u00eei povesteam cum ne-am f\u0103cut fra\u021bi de copaci c\u00e2nd am mers la f\u00e2na\u021b, la S\u0103l\u0103truc, la str\u00e2nsul f\u00e2nului. P\u0103rin\u021bii  ne-au trimis pe am\u00e2ndoi cu ulciorul s\u0103 aducem ap\u0103. Erau p\u0103duri mari \u0219i negre pe acolo \u0219i c\u00e2t era ea de viteaz\u0103 nu ar fi \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 mearg\u0103 singur\u0103 pentru c\u0103 acolo locuie\u0219te Muma P\u0103durii. \u201eHai, Mitrel, s\u0103 aducem ap\u0103!\u201d Auzisem despre fra\u021bi de cruce \u0219i am\u00e2ndoi pl\u0103nuisem s\u0103 ne facem fra\u021bi de cruce, dar ne-a oprit faptul c\u0103 fra\u021bii nu se pot c\u0103s\u0103tori, iar noi hot\u0103r\u00e2sem deja c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd vom fi mari \u0219i vom merge la \u0219coal\u0103 vom putea s\u0103 facem nunta. \u0218i uite a\u0219a, ne-am luat pe firul apei urc\u00e2nd p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u0219ipotul din munte \u0219i \u00een drum am v\u0103zut un fag cu pielea neted\u0103 ca un obraz de fat\u0103. I-am cerut briceagul, al ei t\u0103ia mai bine, \u0219i i-am reamintit c\u0103 acum e timpul s\u0103 ne facem fra\u021bi de cruce, dar pentru ca s\u0103 ne putem c\u0103s\u0103tori ne vom face fra\u021bi de copac adic\u0103 s\u0103 t\u0103iem \u00een coaja fagului numele ei \u0219i al meu. Voiam s\u0103 fac \u0219i o inim\u0103, dar mi-a fost ru\u0219ine.<br \/>\nC\u00e2nd aduceam f\u00e2nul acas\u0103, ne suiam noaptea \u00een c\u0103ru\u021ba nedesc\u0103rcat\u0103 \u0219i pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 planurile s\u0103 ne facem pira\u021bi acum discutam \u0219i de datoriile noastre ca \u201efra\u021bi de copac\u201d.<br \/>\n&#8211; Eu o s\u0103 fiu copacul t\u0103u, iar tu o s\u0103 fii copacul meu drag pentru toat\u0103 via\u021ba noastr\u0103. Promi\u021bi?<br \/>\n&#8211; Promit, Mitrel!<br \/>\nSt\u0103team am\u00e2ndoi pe spate \u0219i, Doamne, mirosea f\u00e2nul p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een inima cerului. Ne suiam \u00een Carul Mare \u0219i al nostru era tot cerul!<br \/>\n-Vezi, constela\u021bia aceea seam\u0103n\u0103 cu copacul de la S\u0103l\u0103truc pe care ne-am f\u0103cut fra\u021bi. \u0218i chiar c\u0103 sem\u0103na. Avea stele la r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 \u0219i se \u00een\u0103l\u021ba p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een bol\u021bile sfinte ale genunii. Parc\u0103 se vedeau \u0219i numele noastre, ori ni se p\u0103rea nou\u0103? Deci, acum eram am\u00e2ndoi \u00een Carul Mare.<br \/>\n&#8211; \u021aie nu \u0219i-e fric\u0103, D\u0103nu\u021b?<br \/>\n&#8211; Nu, Mitrel, c\u0103 sunt cu tine \u0219i tu m\u0103 aperi.<br \/>\n&#8211; Da, D\u0103nu\u021b! Eu am s\u0103 fiu copacul t\u0103u. Pe um\u0103rul st\u00e2ng st\u0103 \u00eengerul, dar um\u0103rul drept e gol. Um\u0103rul drept e al t\u0103u \u0219i acolo \u00ee\u021bi voi \u00eempleti cea mai frumoas\u0103 coroni\u021b\u0103 de flori. Seara c\u00e2nd vom veni de la f\u00e2n tu ai s\u0103 te urci pe um\u0103rul meu \u0219i pun\u00e2nd coroni\u021ba \u00een cap vei fi Prin\u021besa mea. Nimeni nu va putea s\u0103-\u021bi fac\u0103 vreun r\u0103u pentru c\u0103 um\u0103rul drept este numai al t\u0103u. Noaptea \u00eengerul meu, c\u0103 tot nu are ce face acolo singur, o s\u0103 se bucure de prezen\u021ba ta \u0219i o s\u0103-\u021bi c\u00e2nte din c\u00e2ntecele mele p\u00e2n\u0103 adormi.<br \/>\nAst\u0103zi o s\u0103 mergem pe c\u0103r\u0103rile de legend\u0103 ale tribului de indieni Ojibwe, cei care au descoperit pe r\u00e2ul Kaminisquia Cascada Kakabeka (\u00een limba lor se pronun\u021b\u0103 kah-kah-pee-kah \u0219i \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u201esheer cliff\u201d&#8217;, \u201ethundering\u201d&#8217;, or \u201ehigh falls\u201d&#8217;). \u00cen vremurile de demult \u0219eful tribului avea o fat\u0103 de o frumuse\u021be rar\u0103, numit\u0103 Prin\u021besa-cu-Mantia-Verde. Avea buzele ca rubinul \u0219i ochii verzi ca smaraldul prea ad\u00e2ncilor triste\u021bi de c\u0103prioar\u0103 alb\u0103. Pe c\u00e2t era de frumoas\u0103, pe at\u00e2t de mult \u00ee\u0219i iubea poporul ei, Ojibwe. La un moment dat, tribul de indieni Sioux s-a hot\u0103r\u00e2t ca s\u0103-i atace. Atunci Prin\u021besa-cu-Mantia-Verde s-a dus \u00een tab\u0103ra vr\u0103jma\u0219\u0103 pretinz\u00e2nd c\u0103 s-a r\u0103t\u0103cit. Soarta ei era s\u0103 fie omor\u00e2t\u0103. Ca s\u0103-\u0219i salveze via\u021ba, le-a promis r\u0103zboinicilor Sioux c\u0103-i va duce s\u0103 le arate unde s-au ascuns r\u0103zboinicii tribului Ojibwe. Astfel, suindu-se \u00eentr-o canoe, s-a f\u0103cut \u00eendrum\u0103torul tuturor indienilor vr\u0103jma\u0219i, conduc\u00e2ndu-i peste cascada Kakabeka, unde ace\u0219tia \u0219i-au g\u0103sit moartea \u00eempreun\u0103 cu Prin\u021besa.<br \/>\n(\u00cen alte legende se spune c\u0103 Prin\u021besa-cu-Mantia-Verde nu ar fi murit \u0219i ar fi mers la ai ei cu vestea cea bun\u0103 c\u0103 i-a salvat de invadatori.)<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nMirela GRIGORE<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/mir-grigore.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-2\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/mir-grigore-223x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"223\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-14349 lazyload\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/mir-grigore-223x300.jpg 223w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/mir-grigore.jpg 321w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 223px) 100vw, 223px\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 223px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 223\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/mir-grigore-223x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"223\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-14349\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/mir-grigore-223x300.jpg 223w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/04\/mir-grigore.jpg 321w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 223px) 100vw, 223px\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>metamorfoz\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2nd te-am chemat m-ai auzit<br \/>\nmi-ai f\u0103cut aripi din dragostea ta<br \/>\n\u0219i ca doi c\u0103l\u0103tori ne\u0219tiu\u021bi \u0219i necunoscu\u021bi<br \/>\nam ridicat \u00een stele jertfa nop\u021bilor noastre albe<br \/>\napoi am \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at \u00eentunericul ca pe un miracol<\/p>\n<p>tu ai \u00eengropat cinicul<br \/>\neu am \u00eengropat principiile<\/p>\n<p>\u00een c\u0103l\u0103toriile interstelare<br \/>\nam zidit cuv\u00e2ntul \u00een noi galaxii<br \/>\nam dilatat timpul<br \/>\nam \u00eenchis viteza luminii \u00een febra dragostei<br \/>\n\u0219i am urcat pe cer din abisuri nem\u0103rginirea din noi<\/p>\n<p>pe o raz\u0103 a lunii<br \/>\nnocturna lui Chopin m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie \u00eentunericul<br \/>\niubirea \u00ee\u0219i tr\u0103ie\u0219te gloria<br \/>\niar dorin\u021ba \u021b\u00e2\u0219ne\u0219te vulcanic<br \/>\nf\u0103c\u00e2nd tren\u0103 orelor care zboar\u0103 spre R\u0103s\u0103rit<br \/>\nnoaptea noastr\u0103 migreaz\u0103 \u00een acordurile unui pian<br \/>\nurc\u0103 pe portativ o nou\u0103 simfonie<br \/>\n\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i prinde curcubeie de lumin\u0103 \u00een razele lunii<\/p>\n<p>\u00een palmele tale se fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 z\u00e2mbetul meu<br \/>\ncare na\u0219te dorul de a ajunge \u00eempreun\u0103 pe aceea\u0219i stea<br \/>\napoi arde ca lemnul de brad dou\u0103 spirite<br \/>\n\u00een\u0103l\u021b\u00e2nd din cenu\u0219\u0103 o singur\u0103 inim\u0103<\/p>\n<p>\u00eenmugure\u0219te lini\u0219tea nop\u021bii!<\/p>\n<p>eu vin din alt timp<br \/>\ntu dintr-o alt\u0103 lume<br \/>\ndar vedem aceea\u0219i ploaie de stele<br \/>\n\u0219i avem acela\u0219i soare<br \/>\nimposibilul nu mai exist\u0103<br \/>\nnu ne mai ucidem nop\u021bile cu suspine<br \/>\nud\u0103m r\u0103d\u0103cina cuvintelor nespuse<br \/>\n\u0219i ne tr\u0103im clipa a\u0219a cum \u00ee\u021bi place \u021bie<\/p>\n<p>alalt\u0103ieri sufletele noastre au pus cearta \u00eentr-un sonet<br \/>\niar ieri portativul inimii a scris o roman\u021b\u0103<br \/>\nazi sorb din palmele tale dimine\u021bile<br \/>\niar tu le culci \u00een seninul zilei<br \/>\nm\u00e2ine g\u00e2ndurile vor m\u0103rturisi imposibilul<br \/>\nprin pa\u0219ii de vals ai lui Chopin<\/p>\n<p>Nocturna lui Chopin<br \/>\nva scrie povestea noastr\u0103<br \/>\niar dragostea din noi<br \/>\nva fecunda un alt poem \u00een valsul nop\u021bilor rubinii<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nMagdalena H\u0102R\u0102BOR <\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/harabor-e1616056297276.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-3\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/harabor-281x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"281\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-14057 lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 281px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 281\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/harabor-281x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"281\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-14057\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>contururi firave<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>linia piciorului, a bra\u021bului<br \/>\nlinia g\u00e2tului trasate pe nisip<br \/>\na ochiului<br \/>\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd deoparte imperfec\u021biunile<br \/>\nla soare<br \/>\ncorp geometric<br \/>\nfigur\u0103 esen\u021bializat\u0103<br \/>\nreflectat\u0103 \u00een ap\u0103<br \/>\nm\u0103sura aceasta a tr\u0103irii &#8211; crescendo<br \/>\nvizual<br \/>\nde la galben la galben \u0219i auriu purpur\u0103<br \/>\ntrecere impasibil\u0103<br \/>\na dimine\u021bii<br \/>\npe plaj\u0103<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nsocoteli de-a valma<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u00een niciun poem nu am \u021binut socoteala<br \/>\nnu am \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit<br \/>\nce am primit<br \/>\ndaruri cu prisosin\u021b\u0103<br \/>\nm-am pierdut \u00een \u00eenmul\u021biri<br \/>\nr\u0103t\u0103cind socoteli<br \/>\ncontemporane<br \/>\nam uitat greutatea unui rest<br \/>\nsub presiunea \u0219tiin\u021bei<br \/>\nm-am gr\u0103bit<br \/>\njudec\u00e2nd lumea<br \/>\nignor\u00e2nd<br \/>\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u021birea timpului \u00een minute secunde<br \/>\na p\u00e2inii la cei s\u0103raci<br \/>\nbomboane \u0219i nuci pentru copiii cumin\u021bi<br \/>\npietre \u0219i juc\u0103rii<\/p>\n<p>am omis esen\u021ba<br \/>\nstr\u00e2ngeam\/adunam ce g\u0103seam<br \/>\nsticle borcane cutii<br \/>\nbaloane<br \/>\n\u00een nop\u021bi cu apnee<br \/>\naerul pentru ziua de m\u00e2ine<br \/>\n\u00een pungi legate la gur\u0103<\/p>\n<p>bucurii s\u0103 \u00eempart cu tine \u00eentr-un aprilie<br \/>\ncu cire\u0219i \u00eenflori\u021bi<br \/>\nde nunt\u0103<br \/>\ndiafan\u0103 lumin\u0103<br \/>\ncine mi-a d\u0103ruit-o<br \/>\ncine&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nCerul <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>ceru-i un acoperi\u0219 al toamnei rebele ce cam devreme a venit<br \/>\ncu t\u0103ceri \u00eencorsetate aripile str\u0103pung a\u0219tept\u0103rile<br \/>\nad\u0103poste\u0219ti luna \u00een privirea ta rece f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te doar\u0103 vina&#8230; p\u0103rerile de r\u0103u<br \/>\nvara o str\u00e2ngi la piept cu sfial\u0103 ca pe o amintire drag\u0103\/tandr\u0103<br \/>\nuit\u00e2nd norii ce \u021bi-au \u00eence\u021bo\u0219at privirea<\/p>\n<p>cum po\u021bi p\u0103\u0219i prin vreme descoperit<br \/>\ncu cerul liber pav\u0103z\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 vezi altfel seninul<\/p>\n<p>t\u0103lpile \u00een\u021bepate de col\u021bii pietrelor<\/p>\n<p>te de\u0219teapt\u0103 din visul stelelor.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\nGeorge MIHALCEA <\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/g-mihalcea.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-4\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/g-mihalcea-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10991 lazyload\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/g-mihalcea-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/g-mihalcea.jpg 290w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 200px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 200\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/g-mihalcea-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10991\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/g-mihalcea-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/09\/g-mihalcea.jpg 290w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>TRECEREA PRIN V\u0102MILE TOAMNEI <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>cuvintele \u00eencep s\u0103 cad\u0103 aiurea<br \/>\nde pe cerul gurilor noastre<br \/>\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-\u0219i gustul incert<br \/>\npeste \u0219oaptele sechestrate<br \/>\n\u00een trupuri ce parc\u0103 nu se mai \u0219tiu<br \/>\nam \u00eenceput s\u0103 fim cutreiera\u021bi<br \/>\nde nop\u021bi mirosind a plecare<br \/>\n\u0219i nu mai pricepem izbeli\u0219tea<br \/>\n\u00een care suntem \u00eencarcera\u021bi<br \/>\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd ne-am fi r\u0103t\u0103cit<br \/>\n\u00een cotloanele unui veac netr\u0103it<br \/>\na\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 scriu ceva foarte frumos<br \/>\ndespre s\u00e2nii t\u0103i grei \u0219i despre m\u00e2inile<br \/>\ncare te-au cutreierat \u00een lung \u0219i \u00een lat<br \/>\ndar acum nu mai vreau dec\u00e2t s\u0103 cump\u0103r<br \/>\nni\u0219te somn pe nisipul albastru<br \/>\npe unde alergai \u00een t\u00e2rziul verii de-atunci<br \/>\nnu vei mai apuca s\u0103 cite\u0219ti<br \/>\nacest poem cu noimele sparte<br \/>\nfiindc-am s\u0103-l ard ca pe ultimul martor<br \/>\nal trecerii noastre prin v\u0103mile toamnei                         <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nicolae NISTOR N\u0102SCU\u021aI DIN ACEEA\u0218I COAST\u0102 (omul vrea s\u0103 fie gol \u0219i dup\u0103 na\u0219tere) draga mea suntem n\u0103scu\u021bi din aceea\u0219i<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16241"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16241"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16241\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16242,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16241\/revisions\/16242"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16241"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16241"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16241"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}