{"id":16754,"date":"2021-12-16T13:33:23","date_gmt":"2021-12-16T10:33:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16754"},"modified":"2021-12-16T13:33:23","modified_gmt":"2021-12-16T10:33:23","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-46-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16754","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 46 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Virgil DIACONU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Sufletul <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sufletul meu iese din \u00eentuneric.
\n\u015ei mugurii pocnesc \u00een carnea copacului;
\n\u015fi vr\u0103biile z\u0103p\u0103cesc lumea cu tr\u00e2mbi\u0163ele lor.
\nDac\u0103 vrei, m\u0103 po\u0163i citi \u00een clinchetul vr\u0103biilor.
\nDac\u0103 vrei, te po\u0163i \u00eent\u00e2lni cu mine prin cuiburi. <\/p>\n

Doamne, e\u015fti at\u00e2t de aproape
\nc\u0103 \u00eempart cu Tine lumina \u015fi vinul;
\nrupem dintr-o singur\u0103 p\u00e2ine.
\n\u015ei \u00een de\u015fert \u00ee\u0163i dau s\u0103 bei din cana mea cu ap\u0103.
\nE\u015fti l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, noaptea \u00ee\u0163i face loc s\u0103 treci.<\/p>\n

Sufletul meu iese din \u00eentuneric.
\nEl scrie pe coala zilei cu firul de iarb\u0103,
\ncu fratele c\u0103r\u0103bu\u015f. <\/p>\n

Chiar \u015fi tu, prin\u0163es\u0103 a umbrelor, trandafir al nop\u0163ii,
\nai ie\u015fit s\u0103 vezi soarele \u00eencol\u0163it pe cer.
\n\u015ei s\u0103 te pierzi prin florile de c\u00e2mp. <\/p>\n

De-acum, m\u0103 voi tr\u00e2nti cu tine prin florile de c\u00e2mp.
\nPrin clasa muncitoare a florilor de c\u00e2mp.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iesc \u00een aura ei, Doamne, mi-a c\u0103zut la pat o raz\u0103. <\/p>\n

Sufletul meu iese din \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 frunz\u0103re\u015fte marea val cu val\u2026 <\/p>\n


\nJohann Wolfgang GOETHE<\/strong>
\n\t\t(1749-1832)<\/em><\/p>\n

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Traducere \u0219i prezentare:<\/em> Radu C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cel mai mare scriitor german, s-a n\u0103scut la 28 august 1749, \u00een Frankfurt pe Main; tat\u0103l s\u0103u, Johann Kaspar Goethe, consilier imperial. Studii de drept la Leipzig \u015fi Strassburg. Ajunge la r\u00e2ndu-i consilier de delega\u0163ie \u015fi membru \u00een Consiliu de Stat, primind titlu nobiliar. Membru al Lojiei masonice din Weimar \u015fi, mai apoi, primit \u00een Ordinul masonic al Ilumina\u0163ilor.
\nA avut importante func\u0163ii: ministru de finan\u0163e, director al Teatrului de Curte din Weimar, \u00een 1782 este ales pre\u015fedinte al Consiliului de Stat.
\nC\u0103l\u0103torii \u00een Europa, pre\u0163uind mai ales Italia, \u0163ara artelor \u015fi antichit\u0103\u0163ilor. Spirit creator \u015fi inventiv, interes\u00e2ndu-l evolu\u0163ia \u015ftiin\u0163elor vremii \u015fi modernitatea acestora. Prietenii cu: Shiller, Hegel, Mickiewicz, Schopenhauer s.a.
\nDin bogata-i oper\u0103 amintim: C\u00e2ntece noi, Carte de c\u00e2ntece de la Leipzig, C\u00e2ntarea lui Mahomed, Suferin\u0163ele t\u00e2n\u0103rului Werther, C\u00e2ntecul spiritelor deasupra apelor, Floare de r\u0103sur\u0103, Tasso, Elegii romane, Faust, Herman \u015fi Dorotheia, Ucenicul vr\u0103jitor, Sonete, Afinit\u0103\u0163ile elective, Teoria culorilor, Divanul occidental-oriental, Anii de peregrinare ai lui Wilhelm Meister. Goethe moare \u00een 1832 \u015fi este \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntat \u00een cavoul princiar.
\n Prin vasta \u015fi valoroasa-i oper\u0103, Goethe reprezint\u0103 chintesen\u0163a spiritului german \u00een cultura umanit\u0103\u0163ii. \u00cen selec\u0163ia de fa\u0163\u0103, c\u00e2teva poezii din tinere\u0163ea poetului.<\/p>\n

(Din volumul \u201eMari poe\u021bi ai iubirii\u201d<\/em>, \u00een curs de apari\u021bie la Editura Bibliotheca, T\u00e2rgovi\u0219te)<\/p>\n

Floarea de r\u0103sur\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un fl\u0103c\u0103u z\u0103ri-n livad\u0103
\nFloarea de r\u0103sur\u0103
\nCu petale \u00eengere\u015fti
\n\u015ei sim\u0163i pl\u0103cut \u00een piept
\nO \u00eempuns\u0103tur\u0103,
\nRo\u015fu, m\u00e2ndru trandafir
\nFloare de r\u0103sur\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cei sur\u00e2se:\u201dEu te rup
\nFloare de r\u0103sur\u0103\u201d;
\nEa-i r\u0103spunse: \u201dTe \u00eempung
\nCu o sf\u00e2nt\u0103 ur\u0103
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t nu m\u0103 vei uita\u201d
\nRo\u015fu, m\u00e2ndru trandafir,
\nFloare de r\u0103sur\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei, fl\u0103c\u0103ul, da, a fr\u00e2nt
\nFloare de r\u0103sur\u0103,
\nEa l-a`mpuns \u015fi s-a zb\u0103tut
\nDureros \u015fi l\u0103crim\u00e2nd
\nTrist\u0103 soarta \u015fi-o \u00eendur\u0103,
\nRo\u015fu, m\u00e2ndru trandafir,
\nFloare de r\u0103sur\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nLa o iubit\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oare-ai plecat, f\u0103r\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt
\nM-ai p\u0103r\u0103sit pe totdeauna?
\nCi eu \u00ee\u0163i mai ascult vis\u00e2nd
\nDuiosul glas, l-aud \u00eentr-una,<\/p>\n

Precum \u00een diminea\u0163a bl\u00e2nd\u0103
\nAcel drume\u0163 \u00eencrez\u0103tor
\nVr\u0103jit ascult\u0103 cioc\u00e2rlia
\nS\u0103lt\u00e2nd sub cerul f\u0103r\u0103 nori,<\/p>\n

La fel \u015fi g\u00e2ndul meu se-av\u00e2nt\u0103
\nZbur\u00e2nd peste senin \u015fi ploi
\n\u015ei toate c\u00e2ntecele-\u0163i c\u00e2nt\u0103:
\nVino, iubire, \u00eenapoi!…<\/p>\n


\nZeul \u015fi baiadera
\nLegend\u0103 din India<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mahadoh coboar\u0103-n lume
\nCa divin st\u0103p\u00e2nitor,
\nSe vrea om \u00een toate-anume
\nCum n-a fost de multe ori;
\nVrea, cu chip de p\u0103m\u00e2ntean
\nS\u0103-n\u0163eleag\u0103 mai cur\u00e2nd
\nPe cei r\u0103i s\u0103-i pedepseasc\u0103,
\nPe cei buni \u00eencunun\u00e2nd.
\nColind\u00e2nd prin uli\u0163i \u015fi prin ulicioare
\nCu cel slab glume\u015fte cert\u00e2nd pe cel mare
\nMahadoh nu-\u015fi uit\u0103 dreptul s\u0103u ur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Cea din urm\u0103 cas\u0103,-o fat\u0103
\nM\u00e2ndr\u0103-n chip sulemenit
\nLa fereastr\u0103, nesfioas\u0103,
\nEl o vede \u015fi-i vr\u0103jit:
\n\u201eBun g\u0103sit!\u201d- \u201eCu plec\u0103ciune!\u201d
\n\u201eCine e\u015fti?\u201d \u2013 \u201eO baiader\u0103,
\n\u015ei iubirii preoteas\u0103,
\nTe poftesc s\u0103 intri-n cas\u0103\u201d.
\nInima \u00eei salt\u0103, \u00een dans se ml\u0103die
\nTrupul s\u0103u de vraj\u0103, chip \u00een bucurie
\n\u015ei-i \u00eentinde-o floare, floare norocoas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nuri vr\u0103ji\u0163i! De farmec plin\u0103,
\nEa-l \u00eendeamn\u0103 a intra:
\n\u201eM\u00e2ndru oaspe, \u00eendr\u0103zne\u015fte,
\nCasa mea, e casa ta!
\nObosit? Te odihne\u015fte
\nFii de tihn\u0103-nviorat,
\nCe-\u0163i dore\u015fti, pe loc prime\u015fte
\nE\u015fti de soart\u0103 r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163at!\u201d
\nZeul se preface \u015fi se molcome\u015fte,
\nZ\u00e2mbet, bucurie, da, \u015fi b\u0103nuie\u015fte
\nPuritatea fetei sub al ei p\u0103cat.<\/p>\n

Da, el vrea s-o z\u0103d\u0103reasc\u0103
\nEa-n\u0163elege \u015fi se las\u0103
\nPrins\u0103-n iscusin\u0163a lui
\nSus, tr\u0103indu-\u015fi clipa joas\u0103:
\nMugurii c\u00e2nd ies \u00een floare,
\nFructul rumen prevestesc
\nSufletul cu ner\u0103bdare
\nSe \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103reaz\u0103-dor
\nZeul, \u015ftiutorul de-abisuri \u015fi stele
\nFemeii \u00eei cere probe tot mai grele
\nSpaime \u015fi ispite-n vers n\u0103ucitor.<\/p>\n

Lungi s\u0103ruturi, jar \u00een s\u00e2nge,
\nFa\u0163a fream\u0103t\u0103-ndelung
\n\u015ei se zbate \u015fi se fr\u00e2nge
\nVise-n taini\u0163a lor pl\u00e2ng
\n\u015ei-ngenunche \u015fi-i se roag\u0103
\nPlata faptei n-o mai vrea,
\nI se d\u0103ruie \u00eentreag\u0103
\n\u015ei amorul sf\u00e2nt \u015fi-l vrea!
\nA dragostei slav\u0103 se a\u015feaz\u0103-n noapte
\nOre dup\u0103 ore se-ndulcesc \u00een \u015foapte
\nT\u0103inuite-n v\u0103luri sub t\u0103cut\u0103 stea…<\/p>\n

…Obosit\u0103, a\u0163ipe\u015fte ,
\nDar, \u00een zori, c\u00e2nd s-a trezit,
\nMort, la pieptul ei g\u0103se\u015fte
\nOaspetele \u00eendr\u0103git
\n\u015ei, nebun\u0103, str\u00e2nge-n bra\u0163e
\nTrupul lui nesim\u0163itor,
\nCe-ncur\u00e2nd aveau s\u0103-l poarte
\nC\u0103tre rugul arz\u0103tor.
\nDa, \u015fi prohodirea prinde s\u0103 se-aud\u0103
\nPrin gloat\u0103, p\u0103trunde ea, ca o z\u0103lud\u0103
\nVr\u00e2nd s\u0103-i dea iar via\u0163\u0103 celui sf\u00e2nt amor.<\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 n\u0103s\u0103lie cade
\nEa, bezmetic\u0103, strig\u00e2nd:
\n\u201eNu-mi lua\u0163i, l\u0103sa\u0163i-mi omul,
\nAh, nu-l pune\u0163i \u00een morm\u00e2nt!
\nDoar cenu\u015fa s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103
\nDin f\u0103ptura lui de zeu?
\nNe-am iubit o noapte lung\u0103
\nE al meu, numai al meu…\u201d
\n\u201ePurt\u0103m pe b\u0103tr\u00e2nul sf\u00e2r\u015fit ce se duce,
\nDar \u015fi pe cel t\u00e2n\u0103r \u00eel punem sub cruce\u201d
\nRosti atunci preotul \u00een tonul s\u0103u greu.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spre a-l urma nu-\u0163i st\u0103-n putere,
\nSf\u00e2nt\u0103-i legea-n tainic rost;
\nAi fost \u00eentre baiadere,
\nIar cel mort so\u0163 nu \u0163i-a fost;
\nUmbra, trupul \u00ee\u015fi urmeaz\u0103
\n\u00cen t\u0103r\u00e2murile grele,
\nDoar so\u0163ia-i st\u0103 al\u0103turi
\n\u00centre negrele-i drapele.\u201d
\n\u201eO c\u00e2nt\u0103-ne tr\u00e2mbi\u0163\u0103, \u00eenalt\u0103, durerea
\n\u015ei-n fl\u0103c\u0103ri a\u015feaz\u0103-i, apus\u0103, puterea
\nAcum \u015fi apoi sub umede stele!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ruga corului \u00eenal\u0163\u0103
\nSap\u0103 jalea ei ad\u00e2nc\u0103
\n\u015ei cu bra\u0163ele spre ceruri
\n\u00cen v\u0103paie se arunc\u0103!
\nZeul se ivi \u00een clip\u0103
\nDintre fl\u0103c\u0103rile vii
\nPrins\u0103-n bra\u0163e ea plute\u015fte:
\nDa, iubirii se jertfi!
\nCeruri o primir\u0103 cu a ei c\u0103in\u0163\u0103
\n\u015ei-n\u0103l\u0163ar\u0103 imne la noua-i credin\u0163\u0103
\nPe aripi de fl\u0103c\u0103ri ea urc\u0103-n t\u0103rii!…<\/p>\n


\n O \u00eent\u00e2lnire minunat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenf\u0103\u015furat \u00een mantia-mi cea grea,
\nPe-un drum st\u00e2ncos, pe-o pant\u0103-nz\u0103pezit\u0103
\nMergeam vis\u00e2nd o lunc\u0103 \u00eenverzit\u0103
\n\u015ei-n piept dorin\u0163a m\u0103 nelini\u015ftea.<\/p>\n

Deodat\u0103-n fa\u0163\u0103 se f\u0103cea lumin\u0103:
\nO m\u00e2ndr\u0103 fat\u0103! Cerul sur\u00e2dea,
\nPrecum \u00een vise de frumoas\u0103, ea-
\nNelini\u015ftea-mi pieri, din r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ci mi-am ferit din calea-i fermecat
\n\u015ei mantia mi-am str\u00e2ns-o \u015fi mai tare,
\nPrecum un scut voind-o-n ap\u0103rare…<\/p>\n

Trecu.Se-opri… \u015ei totul s-a-nt\u00e2mplat!
\nDin mantie-am ie\u015fit ca dintr-o noapte
\nIar ea-mi c\u0103zu \u00een bra\u0163e – cu dulci \u015foapte…<\/p>\n


\nM\u0103rturisirea tinerei fete<\/strong><\/p>\n

E\u015fti grav, iubitul meu! \u0162i-e chipul dur,
\nParc\u0103 sculptat \u00een marmur\u0103 t\u0103cut\u0103
\nNici un sur\u00e2s de-amor \u015fi nici o cut\u0103,
\nNici o \u00eenduio\u015fare \u00eemprejur.<\/p>\n

Numai du\u015fmanul st\u0103 ascuns la p\u00e2nd\u0103;
\nPrietenul se-arat\u0103-ntotdeauna
\nTe caut \u00eens\u0103 e\u015fti plecat cu luna,
\nTe-a\u015f vrea statuie, dar cu fa\u0163a bl\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n

Spre care s\u0103-mi \u00eendrept acum iubirea?
\nSpre-acel ce-n piatr\u0103 st\u0103? Spre cel ce-i viu?
\nLa am\u00e2ndoi \u00een piept v\u0103 st\u0103-mpietrirea,<\/p>\n

Dar n-are rost a mai vorbi-n pustiu-
\nCi s\u0103rut\u00e2nd statuia, \u00een suspine,
\nA\u015ftept cu dor s\u0103-ngenunchiezi la mine.<\/p>\n


\n La desp\u0103r\u0163ire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fl\u0103m\u00e2nd am fost s\u0103ruturilor tale
\n\u015ei te-am l\u0103sat pe buze cu s\u0103rutul-
\nPlecam sc\u0103p\u00e2nd de lacrimi, cunoscutul
\n\u0162\u0103rm r\u0103m\u00e2nea \u00een urm\u0103 cu-ale sale<\/p>\n

Cl\u0103diri, \u015fi mun\u0163i, \u015fi dealuri, \u015fi p\u00e2raie;
\nEden apus, cu bucurii apuse
\nVibrau t\u00e2rziu \u00een ochi-mi \u015fi seduse
\nAprinse bezne-n z\u0103ri de v\u00e2lv\u0103taie…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd marea mi-a \u00eencins din nou durerea
\n\u00cen inim\u0103 dorin\u0163i se reaprinse\u2019
\nRisipei vechi dorindu-i iar puterea.<\/p>\n

\u015ei ceru-n \u00een\u0103l\u0163imea-i se \u00eencinse
\n\u015ei toate \u00eemi p\u0103reau ca-nt\u00e2ia oar\u0103
\n\u015ei iar iubeam \u00een marea-mi prim\u0103var\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nNicolai T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

un pe\u015fte anume <\/strong><\/p>\n

pe\u0219tele viu colorat
\nc\u00e2ndva
\nun superb exemplar de acvariu
\nacum liber ca pas\u0103rea cerului
\n\u00eenoat\u0103 pe aripile v\u00e2ntului
\n\u00een ape australe <\/p>\n

\u015fi, \u00een treac\u0103t<\/p>\n

s\u0103rut\u0103 sentimental
\namprenta degetului meu
\nde pe reciful de coral
\n(fost \u00een acvariu, eliberat \u015fi el)
\ndrept recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n


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

poetul se sprijinea de malul r\u00e2ului.
\nmeticulos
\n\u00ee\u015fi cl\u0103tea un vis \u00een lumina zorilor
\n\u015fi cugeta:<\/p>\n

o arip\u0103 nu cade niciodat\u0103
\ncade fluturele, ea r\u0103m\u00e2ne zbor<\/p>\n

a\u015fa \u015fi malul acesta cade, cade
\no s\u0103 ajung s\u0103 m\u0103 sprijin
\nde partea lui erodat\u0103
\npr\u0103bu\u015fit\u0103, care
\na fost c\u00e2ndva mal<\/p>\n


\nb\u0103tr\u00e2n<\/strong><\/p>\n

precum o pat\u0103 de lumin\u0103
\ne umbra \u00een urma c\u0103reia calc<\/p>\n

pe icnetul, pe geam\u0103tul meu calc
\n\u015fi vizualizez pasul \u015fov\u0103ielnic
\n\u015fi sunetul lui se aude precum
\nde zid\u0103rie co\u015fcovit\u0103<\/p>\n


\nCristina \u0218TEFAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Te ascult<\/strong><\/p>\n

te ascult pe benzi vechi de magnetofon
\nau por\u021biuni \u0219terse \u0219i le rulez pe un creion HB
\nalerg c\u00e2nd pe \u021b\u0103rmuri c\u00e2nd pe \u0219antiere
\ns\u0103 te ascult val de mare sau
\nmistrie pe zid
\nuneori dau de f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni
\n\u00een care arunc c\u00e2teva sunete timide
\n\u0219i nu le dau de cap\u0103t
\nte ascult ziua
\nte ascult noaptea
\nrepet\u00e2nd acelea\u0219i elemente lexicale
\npline de iubire
\n\u0219i din lectura audio
\nm\u0103 \u00een\u021beap\u0103 conectorii
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n lumina umblat\u0103
\nte ascult? e\u0219ti un CD reflexiv<\/p>\n


\ntrecutul<\/strong><\/p>\n

trecutul meu s-a destr\u0103mat
\n\u00een ni\u0219te cli\u0219ee de context
\ncopil\u0103ria a devenit fericit\u0103
\niar adolescen\u021ba o prisosin\u021b\u0103
\na pasului de cerb
\nsuntem trecut?
\ns\u0103 fim serio\u0219i
\nsuntem trecere continu\u0103
\n\u0219i adverbial\u0103
\ndetermin\u0103m viitorul ca virgul\u0103
\nba la nivel fonetic
\nba la nivel ortografic
\nun brizbriz al meu e trecutul
\n\u00eel g\u0103se\u0219ti la surprize
\nprin Cetatea Isarl\u00e2k
\ntrecutul t\u0103u l-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit!
\ne un manechin
\ncu haina descheiat\u0103 la piept.<\/p>\n


\nOmar Khayyam<\/strong><\/p>\n

Omar a spus c\u0103 na\u0219terea lui
\nn-a adus nimic nou pe lume
\n\u0219i l-am depl\u00e2ns pentru acel
\n\u201cvoyons d\u2019abord mourir!\u201d
\nprietene, Khayyam e calea
\nc\u00e2nd tor\u021be de cuvinte
\nard cumplit
\ns\u0103 \u00een\u021belegem
\nne\u2019 n\u021belesul adormit
\ns\u0103 nu fim tri\u0219ti
\nse va-\u2019nnopta-n cur\u00e2nd\u2026<\/p>\n


\nDestin clar<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu o sear\u0103-nainte
\nea \u00eei arunc\u0103 o ochead\u0103 suspicioas\u0103
\nse-ndoia
\nc\u0103 i-ar atinge destinul
\nimperceptibil\u0103 stare
\n\u0219i totu\u0219i \u00eei aduse o cafea
\ncu caimac \u00een buline
\na doua zi \u00eei a\u0219ternu la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103
\ncolec\u021bia ei de bibelouri
\nbalerine, elefan\u021bi, pe\u0219ti\u0219ori
\nel prizonier \u00een farmec
\ns-a jucat de-a figurinele vie\u021bii
\nc\u0103s\u0103toria a fost por\u021belan rezistent<\/p>\n


\no privire<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 se uite-n podea
\n\u0219i c\u00e2nd \u00eel privea rotea ochii
\nde la o spr\u00e2ncean\u0103 a lui
\n la cealalt\u0103
\n\u0219i apoi \u00eentr-o parte cobora
\nla podea
\n\u0219i se oprea acolo pentru minute \u00een \u0219ir
\nrotirea \u00eei d\u0103dea amplitudine
\n\u00eel cuprindea
\ncu tot cu spa\u021biu \u0219i timp
\n\u0219i c\u00e2nd vorbea cu el ea era cercuri
\nde vise
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103
\no raz\u0103 rotund\u0103 din podea
\nca o fa\u0219\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nC\u00e2ntec vechi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era iarn\u0103, ce iarn\u0103 c\u00e2ndva
\nUn tren fumega prin z\u0103pad\u0103
\nErai tu, eram eu, era ea
\nC\u0103l\u0103tori \u00een noua Elad\u0103.<\/p>\n

M\u00e2na ta, m\u00e2na mea, m\u00e2na ei
\nTot ningeau peste albe pove\u0219ti
\n\u0218i-ntreb\u0103rile au nins toate trei
\nCum de-ai fost? C\u00e2nd erai? Unde e\u0219ti?<\/p>\n

Lic\u0103resc vise-ascunse-n poem
\nDoi b\u00e2tr\u00e2ni \u00eentr-un bo\u021b de lumin\u0103
\nPasul t\u0103u obosit \u0219i boem
\nTren pierdut f\u0103r\u0103 mers, f\u0103r\u0103 \u0219in\u0103.<\/p>\n

Era iarn\u0103, ce iarn\u0103 \u0219uvoi!
\nAu r\u0103mas umbre albe prin gar\u0103
\n\u0218i un dor, t\u00e2n\u0103r dorul de noi\u2026
\nNinge, vezi? un t\u00e2rziu te-nfioar\u0103\u2026 <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

despre nimic
\na\u0219 scrie cel mai frumos cu putin\u021b\u0103
\ncum golul acesta imens
\nadun\u0103 \u00een for\u021b\u0103
\nsplendorile lumii
\nsplendorile noastre
\nun corn al abunden\u021bei
\nminunile v\u0103zute sau sim\u021bite
\n\u00een ilustra iluzie de a fi
\nc\u00e2nd am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 toate sunt nimic
\nam strigat \u00een somnul meu alb:
\n–\tDoamne, Tu cu ce r\u0103m\u00e2i?<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

nu c\u00e2nt cu voce tare
\nc\u00e2nt ca o umbr\u0103
\nprin mine l\u0103s\u00e2nd
\nurme de s\u0103nii
\nurme de fluturi
\nde iarb\u0103
\n\u0219i alte urme ale naturii lucrurilor
\ntoate auzite
\nsau b\u0103nuite a fi fost
\nmuzica somnului meu
\nprintre aceste frumoase pove\u0219ti<\/p>\n


\nMihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poem cu iriz\u0103ri de vis…<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103c\u0103tuiesc, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, iubite,
\nVis\u00e2nd c\u0103 m\u00e2na-\u021bi tainic m\u0103 sculpteaz\u0103,
\nC\u0103, p\u0103trunz\u00e2nd sub franjurii-ntrist\u0103rii,
\nOchii cei orbi mi-atinge,
\nT\u00e2mpla ce dormitez\u0103.
\nCu pip\u0103iri de dalt\u0103 mi-atinge gura mut\u0103,
\nS\u00e2ni, p\u00e2ntec, umeri, coapse,
\nC\u0103lc\u00e2i, firava glezn\u0103
\n\u0218i m\u0103 dezleag\u0103, suflet nud, din bezn\u0103,
\nDin \u00eenc\u00e2lcite vrejuri de cucut\u0103,
\nM\u0103 \u0219lefuie\u0219te, \u00een contururi fine,
\nFiin\u021b\u0103 \u00eenviat\u0103 din ruine.<\/p>\n

\u00cen osul coastei nu mi-a fost pl\u0103mada,
\nC\u00e2t \u00een privirea ta iubind cu luare-aminte,
\n\u00cen veacul cel nes\u0103\u021bios fierbinte
\n\u00cen care, zilei, noaptea \u2019i-e dovada.<\/p>\n

Visez. \u201eP\u0103catul\u201d visului mi-e-n fire.
\nO fi de neiertat? O fi \u00een van?
\nBoteaz\u0103-m\u0103, iubite, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 prind de \u0219tire,
\nCu trei silabe limpezi, din noul Iordan.<\/p>\n

De-s cremene, iubite, ori cuib de piatr\u0103-seac\u0103,
\nSculpteaz\u0103-m\u0103, cu \u00eentreit cuv\u00e2nt…
\nCu m\u00e2na, cu privirea, cu visul t\u0103u \u2013 iubirea,
\nD\u0103-mi glas ca, \u00een fiin\u021b\u0103,
\nDe-a pururi s\u0103 te c\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n


\nPoem brodat pe tivul unei nop\u021bi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubite, c\u00e2nd m-ai fost rugat s\u0103 strig,
\nAm amu\u021bit \u00een glasul t\u0103u \u2013 chemare,
\n\u0218i m-am r\u0103nit \u00een spini fierbin\u021bi de frig,
\n\u0218i-am r\u0103t\u0103cit prin h\u0103uri ancestrale.
\nAm r\u0103s\u0103rit apoi, pe neg\u00e2ndite,
\nSub m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea zorilor \u0219optite,
\nDin glasul t\u0103u ce m\u0103 ruga s\u0103 tac…
\nT\u0103cere dureroas\u0103, de via\u021b\u0103 d\u0103t\u0103toare
\n\u0218i tain\u0103 a-nvierii \u00een bob m\u0103runt de mac.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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