{"id":16767,"date":"2021-12-18T14:39:50","date_gmt":"2021-12-18T11:39:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16767"},"modified":"2021-12-18T14:39:50","modified_gmt":"2021-12-18T11:39:50","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-46-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16767","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 46 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Petru\u0219 ANDREI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Crezul <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u021a\u0103ran ori inginer sau profesor,
\nApreciez c\u0103-i sf\u00e2nt\u0103 munca lor,
\nIubesc \u00eens\u0103 mai mult pe scriitor.<\/p>\n

\u00cen lumea noastr\u0103-at\u00e2ta de z\u0103lud\u0103,
\nPe foaia, uneori, de lacrimi ud\u0103,
\nLa el \u0219i noaptea este zi de trud\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u0103 are o menire pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nS\u0103 pun\u0103 miere-n trestii de cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u0218i, precum pas\u0103rea, s\u0103-nal\u021be-un c\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd pasul vremii ornicul m\u0103soar\u0103,
\nDurerea care-n suflet \u00eei coboar\u0103
\nEl o tr\u0103ie\u0219te-atunci a doua oar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu are cas\u0103-nalt\u0103 \u0219i nici bani
\n\u0218i umbl\u0103 ne\u0219tiut printre s\u0103rmani,
\nCu toate astea are mul\u021bi du\u0219mani.<\/p>\n

De are har, menire \u0219i talent
\nLa \u0219coala vie\u021bii \u00eens\u0103-i repetent
\n\u0218i asta-i, de departe, evident.<\/p>\n

Ca eremitul st\u0103 \u00eentr-o chilie
\nAv\u00e2nd o negr\u0103it\u0103 bucurie
\nAnume-aceea zilnic de a scrie.<\/p>\n

Credin\u021ba lui este \u0219i crezul meu
\nC\u0103 primul vers mi-l scrie Dumnezeu,
\nPe altele, dup\u0103 dictare-I, eu.<\/p>\n


\n \u0218i \u00eentr-o zi…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218i \u00eentr-o zi te duci \u00een lumea mare
\nC\u0103 mi te-ai s\u0103turat de asta mic\u0103,
\nDar dorul de acas\u0103 te oftic\u0103
\n\u0218i ai veni-napoi din dep\u0103rtare.<\/p>\n

Mai stai, c\u0103 ai pe-acolo fiu sau fiic\u0103
\n\u0218i te mai \u021bine-un soi de sup\u0103rare
\nC\u0103 pe aici e proast\u0103 guvernare
\n\u0218i p\u00e2ine-ntruna pre\u021bul \u00ee\u0219i ridic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Justi\u021bia la noi nu-\u0219i face treaba,
\nSe pare chiar c\u0103 ia banii degeaba
\nFiindc\u0103 ho\u021bii zburd\u0103 pe afar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Eu, care-am colindat \u00eentreaga lume,
\nCu jur\u0103m\u00e2nt, at\u00e2ta v\u0103 pot spune:
\n,,Mi-e dor \u0219i de du\u0219mani, c\u00e2nd plec din \u021bar\u0103!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lucian M\u0102N\u0102ILESCU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Fotografiile<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe vremea copil\u0103riei mele
\nfotografiile se \u00eencheiau str\u00e2mb la c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103,
\nDumnezeu desena pe paravanul din spate
\nmun\u0163i \u015fi p\u0103s\u0103ri albastre
\napoi a\u015ftepta, cu capul v\u00e2r\u00e2t \u00een patrafirul nop\u0163ii
\ns\u0103 declan\u015feze blitzul orbitor al amintirii\u2026<\/p>\n


\nPloaie de var\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe prispa \u00eenalt\u0103 a verii
\n\u00eenc\u0103 vis\u0103m miracole \u015fi c\u00e2ntece de greier
\n\u00eenc\u0103 suntem acolo, printre fluturi \u015fi nori
\n\u015fi netr\u0103ite clipe de fericire…
\n\u00cen umbr\u0103 fo\u015fnesc pa\u015fi descul\u0163i, m\u00e2na ta
\nse face strea\u015fin\u0103 dep\u0103rt\u0103rii,
\nbuzele au gust de cire\u015fe amare
\n\u015fi-n ochii t\u0103i mira\u0163i \u015fi c\u0103prui
\npic\u0103turile ploii aprind o lumin\u0103 amar\u0103
\nmirosind a gutui…<\/p>\n


\n\u0162ara surdo-mut\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen \u0163ara mea interzis\u0103 \u00eengerilor,
\nflutur\u0103 drapelele \u015fi iluziile,
\nfericirea se vinde ambalat\u0103
\n\u00een pungi de plastic,
\nse danseaz\u0103 dup\u0103 ropotul ploii
\nnici un sentiment nu e interzis
\n\u015fi lumea e vesel\u0103
\nca la o nunt\u0103 de la care a fugit mireasa.
\n\u00cen \u0163ara mea surdo-mut\u0103
\nafi\u015fele escaladeaz\u0103 ziduri
\nsomnambule,
\n\u00een timp ce lucrurile
\nse holbeaz\u0103 la oamenii
\n\u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u0163i \u00een mijloacele
\nde visat \u00een comun.
\n\u0162ara mea e undeva foarte departe,
\npe alt continent sau poate
\npe alt\u0103 planet\u0103, nici televiziunile
\nnu mai au ve\u015fti de acolo,
\nse transmit \u00een direct
\nnumai violuri \u015fi spasme numai
\nparadisuri fiscale \u015fi p\u0103pu\u015fi gonflabile
\nnumai discursuri patetice
\n\u00een limba tot mai str\u0103in\u0103
\na fericirii…<\/p>\n


\nCocorul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe tata l-a luat cineva cu lopata
\n\u015fi l-a f\u0103cut negur\u0103 \u015fi ploaie \u015fi v\u00e2nt
\nde n-a mai \u00eenc\u0103put pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

– Tat\u0103, \u00eentreb nucul b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u015fi amar,
\nunde a-i ascuns zilele din calendar
\n\u015fi de ce \u00een casa noastr\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103 cucii
\n\u015fi-n gr\u0103din\u0103 m\u0103rul ionatan
\n\u00ee\u015fi face semnul crucii?<\/p>\n

El a t\u0103cut fo\u015fnind ca un cocor
\nprin cerul asurzitor \u015fi pustiu
\n\u015fi dintr-o dat\u0103 s-a f\u0103cut t\u00e2rziu…<\/p>\n


\nAcum <\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum e duminic\u0103 \u015fi
\nla cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t al lumii
\nse n\u0103ruie \u00een somn catedrale
\n\u00eenl\u0103crimat de albastre \u015fi singur\u0103tatea
\n\u00ee\u0163i spune tandru: \u201eLa mul\u0163i ani!\u201d
\n\u015fi nu mai \u015ftiu cum e s\u0103 te bucuri
\nc\u00e2nd roua aprinde rugul tandru
\nal dimine\u0163ii…<\/p>\n


\nSTATUIE DE SINE<\/strong><\/p>\n

O s\u0103-mi ridic o statuie, aici,
\n\u00een de\u015fertul de oameni – spune
\npoetul Rodian Dr\u0103goi –
\no statuie ecvestr\u0103 cu un cal alb
\ngalop\u00e2nd cu singur\u0103tatea \u00een spate\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00centre timp viscolul ora\u015fului
\nse aude tot mai aproape,
\n\u015fenilele norilor las\u0103 urme ad\u00e2nci
\n\u00een c\u00e2mpia albastr\u0103
\n\u015fi ninsorile abia mai reu\u015fesc
\ns\u0103 acopere huruitul
\ncontinentelor \u00een deriv\u0103.<\/p>\n

Totu\u015fi – zicea Poetul – o s\u0103-mi ridic o statuie aici,
\n\u00een de\u015fertul de oameni:
\nv\u0103 rog, lua\u0163i fiecare o piatr\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u015fi milui\u0163i-m\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nPe r\u00e2u, printre nuferi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen zadar ai sugrumat g\u00e2tul de leb\u0103d\u0103
\nal t\u0103cerii r\u0103scolind prin oglinzi dup\u0103
\nchipul t\u0103u palid.
\nZadarnic sub tragice m\u0103\u015fti
\n\u0163i-ai ascuns iubirea, la fel cum
\na fost inutil \u015fi jocul t\u0103u
\ncu p\u0103pu\u015file de c\u00e2rp\u0103 \u015fi nebunia…
\nAi \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit Ofelia, de mult
\nai \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit,
\nplutind pe r\u00e2u, printre nuferi…<\/p>\n


\nM\u00e2na verde<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din megapolisul acesta de la marginea lumii,
\ncu felul lui de a fi fericit printre molu\u015fte
\n\u015fi z\u0103ri cu adolescen\u0163i care zboar\u0103 prin somn,
\n\u00een care ninge cu cenu\u015f\u0103 de lumin\u0103 peste
\nzidurile cu pielea cr\u0103pat\u0103 de cuvinte ne\u00een\u0163elese,
\ndin insula aceasta mereu glorioas\u0103 \u00een care
\noamenii m\u0103r\u015f\u0103luiesc, um\u0103r la um\u0103r,
\nc\u0103tre m\u0103rile albastre ale singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii,
\ndin ora\u015ful acesta, scufundat \u00een mintea mea,
\nca o Atlantid\u0103 ireversibil\u0103, vor erupe,
\nfoarte cur\u00e2nd, anomaliile multiculore
\nale noului secol \u015fi vom fi ferici\u0163i \u015fi aurolacii
\nvor dansa pe str\u0103zi \u00eempreun\u0103 cu ploile
\nridic\u00e2nd c\u0103tre cer m\u00e2na verde a libert\u0103\u0163ii.<\/p>\n


\nValeriu Marius CIUNGAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

PENTRU POEZIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

a\u015f fi-nceput frumoasa poezie
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu \u00een versul urm\u0103tor
\ncerneala, cum se-a\u015fterne din peni\u0163\u0103 \u015ftiu, dar nu \u015ftiu ce-o s\u0103 scrie<\/p>\n

cerneala scade \u2013n c\u0103limar\u0103 ca vinul pus deoparte, cu sigiliu, e-nvechit\u0103
\nca timpul p\u0103r\u0103sit \u00een ceasul de perete, tresare \u00een aceea\u015fi baterie
\n\u015fi moare \u015fi parc\u0103-nvie o clipit\u0103<\/p>\n

creionul ce-o s\u0103 scrie? t\u0103ciune negru, lumin\u0103 din ad\u00e2ncuri
\nlemn dulce, ros la cap\u0103t, c\u00e2nd inspira\u0163ia nu vine,
\n\u00eenalt\u0103, zvelt\u0103 siluet\u0103, t\u0103cut\u0103 umbr\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 printre r\u00e2nduri <\/p>\n

cum e s\u0103 scriu, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 scriu, s\u0103 scrie
\nAltul pentru mine, s\u0103 m\u0103 supun\u0103, s\u0103 posede, s\u0103 ucid\u0103
\ns\u0103 mor pu\u0163in (s\u0103 v\u0103d cum e) s\u0103 mor frumos
\n\u015fi-apoi s\u0103-nviu frumos \u00een poezie<\/p>\n

pentru poezie!<\/p>\n


\nTU, CARTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu carte scris\u0103, \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00eentre c\u0103r\u0163i mai vechi, pe raft,
\nTu la\u015fi vocalele ca fluturi albi, cura\u0163i s\u0103 zboare, s\u0103 se-a\u015feze,
\npe degetul ar\u0103t\u0103tor ce-\u0163i \u00eenfioar\u0103 zveltul t\u0103u cotor,
\nce te alege \u015fi te-nclin\u0103,
\npe m\u00e2na binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103 ce te-aduce
\ndin \u00eentuneric la lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

Voi pagini albe
\ncu me\u015fte\u015fug legate-n ast\u0103 carte
\nl\u0103sa\u0163i vocalele s\u0103 zboare, s\u0103 se-a\u015feze
\npe degetele albe, binecuv\u00e2ntate, mofturoase,
\nce v\u0103 abandoneaz\u0103 plictisite sub veioz\u0103,
\npe lemnul \u00een\u0163elept al noptiere-n noapte<\/p>\n

Tu, carte scris\u0103
\n(cinste cui te-a scris )
\ncheam\u0103-\u0163i buchiile aflate-n zbor \u2018napoi
\n\u00eembrac\u0103-\u0163i poeziile in alb \u015fi negru
\npune-le straiele pentru marea trecere
\nanun\u0163\u0103 familia<\/p>\n

trupul t\u0103u
\ntrupul meu<\/p>\n

timpul t\u0103u
\ntimpul meu<\/p>\n

au trecut!<\/p>\n


\nFLOARE DE TROTUAR<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi nu s-a scris vreodat\u0103 despre ast\u0103 floare
\nnemaiv\u0103zut\u0103 de poe\u0163ii filologi, la bibliotec\u0103, \u00een lecturi suplimentare
\n\u0163\u00e2\u015fneau afar\u0103 cu pupile dilatate pip\u0103ind p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\ns\u0103 simt\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ritul r\u00e2nced, rece (\u015fi doare) dac\u0103 doare<\/p>\n

adesea talpa grea de gum\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 floare trece
\nc\u0103lc\u00e2iul str\u00e2mb de platfus trece l\u00e2ng\u0103
\n\u015fi se-auzea-n periferii \u00eendep\u0103rtate sun\u00e2nd prelung albastru
\nsirena orei \u015fapte, c\u00e2nd muncitorii merg la lucru prin r\u0103s\u0103ritu-albastru, rece<\/p>\n

nu \u015ftim cine a s\u0103dit frumoasa floare de trotuar
\ncum a r\u0103s\u0103rit ea \u00eentre dalele de piatr\u0103 perfect finisate,
\npoate e sufletul \u00eentrupat al \u015fantierului str\u0103mutat \u00een \u00eendep\u0103rtatele periferii\u2026
\ncine-o cre\u015fte, poate doar ploaia bunului Dumnezeu\u2026
\ncine r\u0103spunde de fragilul ei destin, poate doar bunul administrator,
\npoate eu<\/p>\n

cum recitam abia \u015foptit unui tufi\u015f mai nou pe-aici, artizanal
\nf\u0103r\u0103 o stea la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i, c\u0103zuse, \u00een noaptea-\u00een\u0163eleapt\u0103 emisfer\u0103
\n\u015fi m\u0103 tr\u0103gea-ntr-o parte r\u0103s\u0103ritul
\nman\u015feta ud\u0103 (rou\u0103, lacrimi sau cerneal\u0103?)
\nfloarea de trotuar de la butonier\u0103!<\/p>\n

nu \u015ftim cine-o fi s\u0103dit acest tufi\u015f artizanal\u2026<\/p>\n


\nLUMINILE ORA\u015eULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

s-au aprins luminile ora\u015fului
\nnostru provincial, lini\u015ftit,
\na\u015fezat \u00eentre dulci coline,
\nt\u0103iat \u00een trei de r\u00e2u \u015fi calea ferat\u0103<\/p>\n

gara e p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103
\nsunt doar neoanele ce lumineaz\u0103
\nprin plexicul alb numele ora\u015fului
\n\u015fi luminile trenurilor ce ajung tot mai greu , mai rar,
\nstau un minut
\n\u015fi pleac\u0103<\/p>\n

la case s-au aprins luminile din curte, focul \u00een sobe,
\noamenii se retrag f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103 la cina cea f\u0103r\u0103 tain\u0103
\ne mai sigur cu cheia \u00eentoars\u0103 \u00een z\u0103vor \u015fi becul aprins
\nse feresc de \u00eentuneric ,
\n\u00eentunericul absolut, perfect, \u00eel g\u0103se\u015fti \u00een t\u0103cerea
\nanumitor pe\u015fteri, sau dup\u0103 moarte <\/p>\n

cetatea medieval\u0103 e luminat\u0103 de jos \u00een sus
\ncu puternice reflectoare
\nturnul cu ceas se z\u0103re\u015fte din dep\u0103rtare
\nstr\u0103juie\u015fte o istorie f\u0103r\u0103 glorie
\n\u00een vechile cet\u0103\u0163i fortificate transilv\u0103nene
\nlocalnicii aveau c\u00e2te o c\u0103mar\u0103 cu acela\u015fi num\u0103r
\nca al casei, unde duceau la p\u0103strare sl\u0103nina \u015fi c\u00e2rna\u0163ii
\nsacii de f\u0103in\u0103, organizarea era nem\u0163easc\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 cusur
\nsf\u00e2nta biseric\u0103 din interior era \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de afum\u0103turi<\/p>\n

ei nu erau cavaleri ai drept\u0103\u0163ii, nu luptau pentru glie, pentru credin\u0163\u0103
\nla cel mai mic atac se retr\u0103geau \u00een cetate
\ncu tihna pe care \u0163i-o d\u0103 certitudinea \u00eenfr\u00e2ngerii
\n\u015fi doctrina militar\u0103 defensiv\u0103
\n\u00ee\u015fi savurau preparatele de porc preg\u0103ti\u0163i din vreme
\npentru un asediu prelungit <\/p>\n

nu avem metrou, trenuri subterane
\ntotu\u015fi \u00een funda\u0163iile de beton ale blocurilor sunt becuri aprinse
\niarna se trage vinul de pe drojdie \u015fi cu pu\u0163in sulf
\n\u00een trei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni va fi perfect limpede<\/p>\n

nu \u015ftiu de ce suntem altfel sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nmai s\u0103ritori, mai darnici, mai veseli
\nlu\u0103m \u00een r\u00e2s lumea de dincolo \u015fi lumea de deasupra<\/p>\n

iat\u0103 cum repet\u0103m cu o anumit\u0103 demnitate istoria
\nacestui col\u0163 de \u0163ar\u0103
\n\u00eentocmai vrednicilor nostri \u00eenainta\u015fi
\nam pus damigenele de vin deoparte<\/p>\n

poate lupta de afar\u0103
\nva fi de durat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi via\u0163a ne va \u00eenvinge
\nca mai mereu!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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