{"id":16481,"date":"2021-11-20T19:49:24","date_gmt":"2021-11-20T16:49:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16481"},"modified":"2021-11-20T19:49:24","modified_gmt":"2021-11-20T16:49:24","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-47-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16481","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 47 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Constantin BUCUR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fotografie de grup<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te uit\u0103 \u00een clepsidr\u0103
\ncum sur\u00e2de nisipul.
\nAltfel ce vin\u0103
\nar avea timpul
\nc\u00e2nd se prive\u015fte-n oglind\u0103
\n\u00een trecerea-i senin\u0103?<\/p>\n


\nDincolo de mine<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aud \u015fi v\u0103d:
\ncuv\u00e2nt mic,
\nde ceasornic,
\nca un ac
\nsp\u00e2nzurat de g\u00e2nduri.
\nTac:
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ce piatra
\nface riduri
\n\u015fi i se stinge vatra…<\/p>\n


\nLumina poeziei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cine nu a citit poezie
\nnu se \u00eentristeaz\u0103 citind
\nmersul p\u0103s\u0103rilor c\u0103l\u0103toare
\n\u015fi nu va \u015fti niciodat\u0103
\ncum arat\u0103 drumul
\nfulgilor de nea
\nc\u0103zu\u0163i peste afi\u015fe \u2013
\nferestre ce fac
\ndin str\u0103zi, cet\u0103\u0163i.<\/p>\n

Cine nu a citit o poezie
\nnu va \u015fti niciodat\u0103
\ncum arat\u0103 lumina patimii
\nzi de zi.<\/p>\n


\nTRADUCERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aleksandr GHINGHER<\/strong>
\n (1897 \u2013 1965)
\n\"\"

\u00cen traducerea lui <\/em>Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a n\u0103scut la Petersburg \u00eentr-o familie de evrei rusificat\u0103, tat\u0103l s\u0103u fiind medic \u00een anatomia patologic\u0103, doctor \u00een medicin\u0103. Bunicul pe linie matern\u0103, \u0219i el medic de renume, era fiul unui rabin din Chi\u0219in\u0103u. \u00cen copil\u0103rie, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu mama, emigreaz\u0103 la Paris. Din 1921, particip\u0103 la \u00eentrunirile \u201eCamerei poe\u021bilor\u201d, sub egida c\u0103reia \u00ee\u0219i public\u0103 prima carte, \u201eHaita celor fideli\u201d, \u00een care se resimte influen\u021ba akmeistului Nikolai Gumiliov. \u00cen perioada 1923-1924, face parte din grupul \u201ePeste\u201d (\u201e\u0427\u0435\u0440\u0435\u0437\u201d), unul din protagoni\u0219tii c\u0103ruia era avangardistul radical Ilya Zdanevici. A mai fost membru al altor c\u00e2teva asocia\u021bii ale scriitorilor ru\u0219i emigran\u021bi. A lucrat contabil la o companie chimic\u0103, patronul c\u0103reia era unchiul s\u0103u.
\nA mai editat c\u0103r\u021bile de poezie \u201eDevotament\u201d (1925), \u201eJeluire \u0219i triumf\u201d (1939), \u201eVeste\u201d (1957) \u0219i \u201eInima\u201d (1965). Unele din poemele sale au intrat \u00een antologia \u201eAncora\u201d, realizat\u0103 de G. Adamovici \u0219i M. Kantor (1936).
\n\u00cen 1946, a solicitat cet\u0103\u021benie sovietic\u0103. Nu cu mult \u00eenainte de moarte, trece la budism.<\/p>\n


\nPETERSBURGUL MEU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Petersburgul meu, cunoscute-mi sunt cocioabele,
\nPutoarea m\u0103runtaielor tale \u00een putrefac\u021bie \u2013
\nMai dragi sufletului, dec\u00e2t pove\u0219tile \u00een\u021belep\u021bilor.<\/p>\n

Cu lumina felinarelor alb\u0103strui
\nMi-ai alinat sufletul.
\nLa ropotul de potcoave, prin ninsoare, prin ploaie,
\nR\u0103spundea \u021boc\u0103it pe sc\u0103ri de la intrare
\nCe-auzul m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia.
\n\u00cen ritmurile lor speran\u021ba era frem\u0103t\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

1913<\/em><\/p>\n


\n\u00ceN MEMORIA LUI ALEKSANDR BLOK<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pocalul s-a spart.
\nBuzele necunoscutei sunt vopsite.
\n\u0218i brusc se sting luminile
\n\u00cen oglinzile nelini\u0219tite.<\/p>\n

Calea laptelui s-a scurs. Gerul
\nA ars aburii de vin. Z\u0103pada nop\u021bii
\nA \u00eenv\u0103luit ora\u0219ul at\u00e2t de trist.
\n\u00centinsul stepelor se extinde-n spa\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00cen cerul groaznic \u2013 fulgura\u021bii aprinse,
\nOrbesc ochii. Stins\u0103 par\u0103.
\nO iap\u0103 dement\u0103 bate cu copitele
\nCa-ntr-o tob\u0103 t\u0103tar\u0103.<\/p>\n

1921<\/em><\/p>\n


\nAUTOBIOGRAFIE<\/strong>
\n(versuri f\u0103r\u0103 metric\u0103)<\/p>\n

Lui Serghei \u0218ar\u0219un<\/em><\/p>\n

M-am n\u0103scut la Petersburg.
\nAm fost prins de serviciul militar (dar nu voluntar,
\nci prin recrutare obligatorie).
\nSunt fricos, aproape neinteresant.
\nNu m\u0103 bucur de succes.
\nM\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc ca, pentru ameliorarea s\u0103n\u0103t\u0103\u021bii,
\ns\u0103 \u00eenghit untur\u0103 de pe\u0219te.<\/p>\n

I.1924<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDISCU\u021aIA AUTORULUI CU SINE \u00ceNSU\u0218I<\/strong><\/p>\n

Precum prorocul \u00eensingurat \u00een suferin\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2ntat, \u00eens\u0103 neajutorat, \u00een fa\u021ba sa
\n\u00ce\u0219i imagineaz\u0103 tineri perfec\u021bi \u00eentru ideal,
\nAstfel \u0219i tu, Aleksandr, enumeri
\nNume pluricomplicate, la hurt\u0103
\n\u00cencredin\u021b\u00e2ndu-le versurilor.<\/p>\n

Eu o doresc at\u00e2t de mult, o visez,
\nVreau dragostea mea s\u0103-i \u00eencredin\u021bez.<\/p>\n

\u0218i b\u0103lm\u0103je\u0219ti \u0219i bomb\u0103ne\u0219ti. O fi adev\u0103rat\u0103
\nA vie\u021bii astea s\u0103lbatic\u0103 garoaf\u0103?
\nDar ajunge. V\u00e2ntului: ga-fa!
\nDeci tu \u2013 nu-i a\u0219a? \u2013 cheam\u0103-l pe Aleksandr.<\/p>\n

Gust s\u0103rat. Chiar dac\u0103 nu-\u021bi mai aminte\u0219ti.
\nParc\u0103-a fost s\u0103 fie? Vezi, nu vezi.
\nPoate, v\u00e2ntul. Singuratic! \u021aine minte:
\nVei ie\u0219i la drum de unul singur.
\nEu sunt asemenea fiarelor virgine.
\n\u0218i cred neab\u0103tut \u00een dragostea ta.<\/p>\n

II.1924<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Corifeul apare-n fa\u021ba corului.
\nBucurie, fra\u021bilor! Da\u021bi drumul imnului.
\nSe scutur\u0103 fo\u0219netul discu\u021biilor.
\n\u00cen \u0219ir dublu, lucesc din\u021bii solistului.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Consider c\u0103 eu nu par destul de curajos
\n\u0218i \u0103sta ar fi un mare p\u0103cat, a\u0219 spune,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t sunt gata celor temerari s\u0103 le ofer
\nToat\u0103 rezerva de coroane scumpe. <\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 a m\u0103 da-n evalu\u0103ri de drapele, de cuvinte,
\n\u00cen analiza temeiurilor partinice,
\nEu m-am obi\u0219nuit s\u0103 afirm, c\u0103 totdeauna e bun\u0103
\nRo\u0219ea\u021ba grumazilor mu\u0219chiulo\u0219i.<\/p>\n

Iar c\u00e2nd nu mai exist\u0103 salvare,
\nTrebuie s\u0103-mbrac o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 \u00eemprosp\u0103tat\u0103,
\nCa Dumnezeu s\u0103 nu spun\u0103 c\u0103-n ceasul din urm\u0103
\nOmul a uitat de igiena personal\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nFIDELITATE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenainte de-a ie\u0219i pentru-o fapt\u0103 eroic\u0103,
\nFiece b\u0103rbat trebuie s\u0103 se \u00eenchine.
\nF\u0103r\u0103 sus\u021binerea spiritelor supreme
\nEl ar putea s\u0103 arate neputincios
\n\u0218i tr\u0103d\u0103tor fa\u021b\u0103 de camarazii de lupt\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cengenunchind, b\u0103rbatul trebuie
\nS\u0103 invoce O\u0219tenii din tab\u0103ra \u00eengerilor:
\nS\u0103-i ofere s\u00e2ngele p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultima pic\u0103tur\u0103
\nPurt\u0103torului de sabie, \u00eencercuit de furtun\u0103,
\n\u0218i s\u0103-i acorde voin\u021ba \u00een libertate
\nRisipitorului cu ochi negri, risipitor de moarte,
\n\u00cenv\u0103luit de o lini\u0219te nep\u0103m\u00e2ntean\u0103.<\/p>\n

F\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u0219i ritualul ablu\u021biunii,
\nCel viteaz se va ridica s\u0103-nt\u00e2mpine destinul.
\nVa l\u0103sa orice speran\u021b\u0103 \u2013 portul timizilor:
\nInima pustiit\u0103 r\u00e2vne\u0219te b\u0103t\u0103lia.
\nEa va refuza iubirea p\u0103m\u00e2ntean\u0103:
\n\u00cenving\u00e2nd setea tandrelor \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri,
\nEl va fi vesel pe paji\u0219tile gloriei.
\n\u00cembr\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u0219i pieptul cu prizonierat voluntar,
\nB\u0103rbatul va spune ferm: Cred \u00een Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

La Marsilia, \u00een Portul Vechi
\nNu ne temeam de nimenea:
\nCopiii se a\u021bineau dup\u0103 noi.
\nCine ar fi obijduit o pereche
\nCu pu\u0219ti mici dup\u0103 ea?!
\nArabii ne urm\u0103reau
\nCu ochi sumbri
\n\u0218i briciul \u00een buzunar.
\nDin bordeluri ie\u0219eau \u00een capoate
\nFemei tinere \u0219i b\u0103tr\u00e2ne
\nF\u0103r\u0103 copii, f\u0103r\u0103 darul maternit\u0103\u021bii.
\n\u00cen Portul Vechi, \u00een Marsilia,
\nUnde plesc\u0103ie valurile,
\nPumnul nu te poate ajuta,
\nIar pistolul \u2013 abia-abia,
\nEh, burlacule!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Oric\u00e2t de mut\u0103 sau de zgomotoas\u0103
\nAr trece pe lume via\u021ba mea,
\nSoldatul \u0219i amnarul s\u0103u cred
\nC\u0103 nicic\u00e2nd nu-i voi uita.<\/p>\n

\u021ain minte, trei c\u00e2ni erau, \u0219i-aveau
\nOchii de m\u0103rimi diferite,
\n\u0218or\u021bul de vidm\u0103 a celui avan
\n\u0218i subalternii caz\u0103rmilor n-au
\nDe ce se teme \u00een vise ur\u00e2te.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

O mare parte din via\u021b\u0103 eu mi-o cheltui \u00een somn.
\nCei din jur spun c\u0103
\nA\u0219 evita ru\u0219inos lupta,
\nImput\u00e2ndu-mi c\u0103 voin\u021ba
\nMi-i extrem de slab\u0103
\n\u0218i c\u0103 nu a\u0219 ac\u021biona.
\nM\u0103 \u00een\u021beap\u0103, m\u0103 detest\u0103.
\n\u00cens\u0103 eu \u0219tiu c\u0103 sunt puternic.
\nM\u0102 V\u0102D \u00ceN VISUL \u00ceN CARE
\nTU E\u0218TI CU MINE.
\nNu am nevoie s\u0103 fiu iubit de tine,
\nCi eu trebuie s\u0103 te iubesc.
\nDragostea mea fa\u021b\u0103 de tine \u2013 for\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Noi am ajuns s\u0103 ne jen\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncul ultimului
\nC\u00e2ntec kirghiz. Ne emo\u021bionasem peste poate.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ni se spune c\u0103 noi otr\u0103vim aerul ora\u0219ului
\nCu a uzinelor respirare
\n\u0218i c\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sim cu bucurie ora\u0219ul,
\nPlec\u00e2nd \u00een mun\u021bi, plec\u00e2nd la mare.<\/p>\n

Anual, mul\u021bime de bog\u0103tani petrec
\nLuni \u00een \u0219ir la n\u0103moluri \u0219i \u00een saline,
\nPe la izvoarele vindec\u0103toare
\nCe dau speran\u021be \u00een ziua de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

Dar parc\u0103 totul poate-ns\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i,
\nSpulber\u00e2nd \u0219i oboseli \u0219i boal\u0103
\n\u00cen zile plicticoase de tr\u00e2nd\u0103vie
\nCu sau f\u0103r\u0103 ap\u0103 mineral\u0103?<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Acest poem e f\u0103r\u0103 o ritmic\u0103 distinct\u0103. Noaptea trecut\u0103
\nMi s-a ar\u0103tat un vis destul de frumos.
\nEu \u00eei spusesem ei ceva pl\u0103cut
\n\u0218i ochii i s-au luminat:
\nChiar s\u0103 m\u0103 iube\u0219ti tu at\u00e2t de mult?
\nP\u0103cat c\u0103 de cele mai multe ori visele
\nSunt mai generoase dec\u00e2t realitatea
\nSau poate, din contra, e chiar bine a\u0219a.
\nVisul \u2013 e via\u021ba sacramental\u0103,
\nTaina tainelor omului
\nNeaccesibil\u0103 povestitului.
\nVersurile f\u0103r\u0103 metric\u0103 sunt neputincioase \u0219i palide,
\nCu cuvinte s\u0103race vorbe\u0219te sufletul bogat.
\nC\u0103 doar zilele noastre de cer\u0219etor fream\u0103t\u0103,
\nAv\u00e2nd ritm, dar neav\u00e2nd m\u0103sur\u0103,
\nPrecum \u00een versurile f\u0103r\u0103 metric\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Pe noi ne a\u0219teapt\u0103 fericirea dup\u0103 col\u021b.
\nPornim spre ea, ca albina spre polen, \u00een diminea\u021b\u0103.
\n\u00cens\u0103 nu suntem siguri c\u0103, d\u00e2nd col\u021bul casei,
\nChiar ne-am pomeni cu fericirea fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

1929<\/em><\/p>\n


\nGAZEL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noroc la to\u021bi! \u00cen\u021beleptul nu \u0219tie nimic,
\nexperien\u021ba nu v\u0103 \u00eembog\u0103\u021be\u0219te cu nimic.
\nTimpul se vars\u0103 ca apa cea rece \u2013
\nnici nu d\u0103, nici nu ia absolut nimic.
\nSoarele r\u0103sare \u0219i apune, s-a dus ziua;
\nomul nu \u00een\u021belege, bietul, nimic.
\nCuvintele iubirii mint, ling\u0103ul m\u0103gule\u0219te;
\ncuvintele minciunii nu l\u0103muresc nimic.
\n\u00cen aste distihuri tu vezi cumplitul adev\u0103r;
\nah! nici adev\u0103rul nu mai schimb\u0103 nimic.
\nAscult\u0103, ascult\u0103torule! chiar acest final
\n\u00ee\u021bi ofer\u0103 cheia a toate c\u00e2te sunt: nimic.<\/p>\n

1953<\/em><\/p>\n


\nValeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pun\u021bi spre nic\u0103ieri<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu mai vedeam rostul culorilor:
\ntu purtai numai negru,
\nfoile de caiet r\u0103m\u00e2neau albe.
\ndac\u0103 a\u0219 fi trimis acolo o frunz\u0103,
\nea s-ar fi pierdut, \u00eenghi\u021bit\u0103
\nde albul neclintit sau de negrul \u00een care
\nnimic nu mai trece dintr-o stare \u00eentr-alta.
\nviu r\u0103m\u00e2nea doar mirosul de t\u0103m\u00e2ie,
\nel se mi\u0219ca \u00een sus \u0219i-n jos,
\npunte de cea\u021b\u0103 \u00eentre noi, cei de acum;
\nne uitam unul la altul \u0219i nu ne recuno\u0219team.
\ncuvintele noastre, \u00een haine de doliu,
\nse ascundeau de lumin\u0103, mocneau \u00een ad\u00e2nc;
\nacolo, printre r\u0103d\u0103cini \u00een hibernare,
\n\u00een umed\u0103 c\u0103ldur\u0103 visceral\u0103,
\na\u0219teptau s\u0103 se nasc\u0103 din nou.<\/p>\n


\ninteroga\u0163ie<\/strong><\/p>\n

dedesubt este alt peisaj, dar
\naceea\u015fi lun\u0103 cu margini de s\u00e2nge
\ntrage valurile la \u0163\u0103rm;
\naici este tusea tabagic\u0103,
\nvenele \u015fvai\u0163er, pupila dilatat\u0103 din care
\nies fluturi;
\nluna trage valurile la \u0163\u0103rm,
\npesc\u0103ru\u015fii ciugulesc b\u0103rcu\u0163ele
\nnoastre de h\u00e2rtie cu versuri \u00een ele
\nnu mai \u015ftiu unde am murit:
\naici sau dedesubt, \u00een peisajul
\ncu luna de s\u00e2nge?<\/p>\n


\nMircea TECULESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

M\u0103\u0219ti pe fe\u021be <\/strong> <\/p>\n

cu m\u0103\u0219ti pe nas \u0219i gur\u0103, a\u0219a
\nm\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 asistenta \u0219i doctori\u021ba,
\na\u0219a \u0219i tu acum, ai masca pe gur\u0103
\n\u0219i nas, ni\u0219te pilule nedorite \u00eentreb\u0103rile,
\ndeloc nu sunt bine, este
\nsezonul c\u00e2nd masca peste gur\u0103
\n\u0219i nas se poart\u0103 ca o mod\u0103 iar ochii
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n singuri, faruri deasupra
\narmadelor de m\u0103\u0219ti, parc\u0103 am
\nfi \u00eentr-un ora\u0219 poluat din China, doar
\neu nu am una, am
\n\u00eemprumutat-o unui prieten
\nchirurg care f\u0103\u021buie \u00eentruna
\nnasuri \u0219i guri, m\u0103\u0219ti singure
\npe fe\u021be, de fapt sunt ok,
\nacum c\u00e2nd \u00eenserarea
\nse las\u0103 \u00eencet – pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103
\npeste capetele celorlal\u021bi<\/p>\n


\nPoem cu o virgul\u0103 aproape dreptunghiular <\/strong><\/p>\n

uneori alegem s\u0103 comunic\u0103m nu doar prin
\nceea ce spunem iar cei mai tari sunt d\u00e2n\u0219ii
\npoe\u021bii parbrizelor sau cei care scriu pe ma\u0219ini
\npr\u0103fuite din c\u00e2te-o alb\u0103 parcare semnele lor
\nspun c\u0103 diminea\u021ba continu\u0103 lin s\u0103 se evapore
\nc\u0103 ora\u0219ul \u00eentr-un sicriu se str\u00e2nge iar umbrele
\ntrebuie pl\u0103tite bine ca s\u0103 se dea la o parte c\u0103
\nbinele este singurul care poate produce ceva
\nspune\u021bi voi acum ce pune\u021bi-v\u0103 ochelarii ca s\u0103
\nvede\u021bi c\u0103 tot eu sunt prezent \u00een via\u021ba mea c\u0103
\nora\u0219ul deja a fost \u00eengropat de pro\u0219ti da uneori
\nalegem s\u0103 comunic\u0103m doar prin ceea ce rostim
\ncum ar fi de mari s\u0103rb\u0103tori, mari s\u0103rb\u0103tori ce ne
\nspun c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 un sf\u00e2r\u0219it al lumii tocmai a \u00eenceput<\/p>\n


\nPoem colin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

flori de ghia\u021b\u0103, \u00eentre
\nele doar un mic cerc de
\nprivit soarele, uite a\u0219a cre\u0219te
\nvibra\u021bia atomilor din care suntem
\nconstrui\u021bi, c\u0103ci forma florilor de ghia\u021b\u0103
\neste dat\u0103 de ceea ce suntem noi c\u00e2nd ele
\nse nasc, florile de ghia\u021b\u0103, a\u0219a \u0219i tr\u0103im, fiecare
\ncu moartea lui, aici, pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, unde luminile din
\nferestre deloc nu pier, alimentate de multiple secrete
\ncuprinse \u00een pere\u021bi,chiar de aceea florile de ghia\u021b\u0103 sunt
\ndovada c\u0103 fiecare lucru arde cu o flac\u0103r\u0103 de alt\u0103 culoare,
\nchiar \u0219i noi \u00een fiece sf\u00e2rtecare, \u00een fiece sf\u00e2rtecare, sf\u00e2rtecare, <\/p>\n


\nUn telefon despre mama <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Iat\u0103,
\nsimt nevoia unui telefon
\ncu ve\u0219ti despre mama,
\nde\u0219i ea a murit de ani,
\nchiar \u0219i acum sper,
\nc\u00e2nd zac \u00een aeroportul
\npe unde curg at\u00e2tea sunete,
\nce bucurie,
\nauriculele \u0219i ventriculele lui
\npulseaz\u0103 \u00eentr-una indivizi,
\nin\u0219i \u00eenso\u021bi\u021bi de felurite
\ncuvinte trec \u00eencontinuu,
\nvibreaz\u0103 migran\u021bii c\u0103tre
\nzonele duty-free, nu,
\nnu se iau nic\u0103ieri ostateci,
\nla terminale se \u00eencarc\u0103 doar
\nsuflete \u00een bagaje de cal\u0103
\niar pilo\u021bii \u0219tiu c\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2nt\u0103rile
\nnu sunt pentru mor\u021bi, ci pentru
\nnoi, cei care avem tot mai mult
\nv\u00e2rsta celor din cimitire<\/p>\n


\nTriptic <\/strong> <\/p>\n

nimic
\naproape nimic
\nelliptic nimic<\/p>\n

cadavre de vise
\npeste
\ncadavre de flori
\npeste
\ncadavre de oameni<\/p>\n

Despre ea <\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o zi
\nea a postat un poem
\ncu dorin\u021ba secret\u0103
\na unui singur
\n,,I like\u2019\u2019<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o alt\u0103 zi
\nnesperat \u0219i ascuns
\na z\u00e2mbit \u0219i
\na fost fericit\u0103
\n\u00eentre at\u00e2tea altele<\/p>\n


\nAcesta este raiul <\/strong> <\/p>\n

ea \u0219i el se plimbau
\n\u021bin\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nprintr-un alb cimitir
\n,,Sunt \u00eenc\u0103 trei ora\u0219e aici!\u2019\u2019
\ni-a spus el, apoi
\ns-a desprins u\u0219or \u0219i a
\nplecat pe o \u00eengust\u0103 alee,
\nea nu l-a mai rev\u0103zut
\nniciodat\u0103<\/p>\n


\nEa \u0219i el <\/strong> <\/p>\n

ea \u0219tia despre el
\nceva ce el
\nnu \u0219tia despre el<\/p>\n

poate de aceea ea
\n\u00eel iubea pe el<\/p>\n

poate de acea el
\no iubea pe ea<\/p>\n


\nC\u0103l\u0103toria <\/strong> <\/p>\n

frumos tu mergi prin ea,
\ncu pa\u0219i involuntari, tiptili
\ncare \u021bie \u021bi se potrivesc
\n\u0219i astfel ea \u00ee\u0219i afl\u0103 loc
\nmai aproape de pielea ta,
\napoi tot p\u0103trunde \u00een tine,
\nintr\u0103, \u00eencepe \u0219i cre\u0219te
\n\u0219i tu nu \u00eei po\u021bi face nimic,
\ne\u0219ti o prin\u021bes\u0103 a durerii,
\ntr\u0103ie\u0219ti mecanic, din reflex,
\n\u00een acela\u0219i fel, la fel<\/p>\n

a\u0219a \u00eenaintezi, doar sim\u021buri, f\u0103r\u0103
\ns\u0103 mai po\u021bi fi nimic altceva,
\ne\u0219ti tot mai pu\u021bin\u0103, \u00eenceat\u0103,
\nmai dezl\u00e2nat\u0103 \u0219i mat\u0103,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ce a ei cu totul devii,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ce nu-\u021bi mai apar\u021bii deloc,
\n\u0219i deloc nu mai conteaz\u0103 visele tale,
\nai fost invadat\u0103 100%, cucerit\u0103
\ntotal, molecular, nici \u00een cea mai
\nfrumoas\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostire a ta nu
\ns-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat a\u0219a ceva<\/p>\n

da, \u00eenc\u0103 un sf\u00e2r\u0219it abisal de
\naici \u00eenainte, dec\u00e2t orice cuvinte,
\ndec\u00e2t orice art\u0103,
\nclopotele sunt auzite acum
\ndoar de mine \u0219i ceilal\u021bi,
\ntu deja ai plecat pe acel pod
\nce-\u0219i \u021bine \u00een gur\u0103 propria lun\u0103,
\ntrupul t\u0103u o iubit\u0103 hum\u0103, iar
\neu, geam\u0103nul din dep\u0103rtare,
\npot doar semne s\u0103 fac,
\nmerg\u00e2nd cu umbra d\u0103ruit\u0103 de tine<\/p>\n


\nEa este psiholog <\/strong> <\/p>\n

a\u0219adar niciun test
\nnu-i mai este permis,
\nse g\u00e2ndi el,
\nnici chiar cel despre
\nc\u00e2t de mult poate iubi,<\/p>\n

apoi o lu\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103,
\nprobabil era o persoan\u0103
\n\u00een u\u0219oar\u0103 dificultate,<\/p>\n

iar Dumnezeu
\n\u00eei supraveghea atent,
\nfoarte atent,<\/p>\n

prim\u0103vara r\u0103s\u0103rise
\n\u00een copaci,
\nflorile a\u0219teptau
\naripile fluturilor
\nca s\u0103 zboare<\/p>\n


\nAt\u00e2t<\/strong><\/p>\n

,,Fiecare cu Dumnezeul lui\u2019\u2019,
\n\u00eemi spuse,
\ndegust\u00e2nd curcubeul
\nca pe un dulce baton de culori,
\nprofesionist aranjate,
\n,,Fiecare cu Dumnezeul lui\u2019\u2019,
\npentru a fi cu El
\ntrebuie doar s\u0103 tragi jaluzelele,
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