{"id":16916,"date":"2022-01-04T20:40:43","date_gmt":"2022-01-04T17:40:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16916"},"modified":"2022-01-04T20:40:43","modified_gmt":"2022-01-04T17:40:43","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-45-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=16916","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 45 (9)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Victoria MILESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ploile sunt lacrimile poe\u0163ilor <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ploile sunt lacrimile poe\u0163ilor
\ncurg \u00een r\u00e2uri vijelioase ori calme
\npietrele c\u00e2nt\u0103 sub versurile
\n\u015flefuite de lun\u0103, de stele
\npoe\u0163ii nu se nasc oriunde, oric\u00e2nd
\nnu-i recuno\u015fti u\u015for, nici repede
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 oarecum cu noi
\ndar ochii lor v\u0103d mereu altceva
\nglasul lor sun\u0103 altcumva
\nei r\u00e2d \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u015fi privesc moartea \u00een ochi
\nbeau cu ea o cafea, un \u015fpri\u0163
\nzilnic fac o tur\u0103 dincolo de orizont
\ndin teribilismul lor vicios \u015fi fermec\u0103tor
\ncine s\u0103-i cread\u0103 c\u00e2nd povestesc
\ncum e dincolo \u015fi dincoace de lumin\u0103
\ncine s\u0103 \u00een\u0163eleag\u0103 c\u0103 versurile lor
\nsunt strig\u0103tele noastre de ajutor
\nsunt scrisorile noastre de adio
\nlansate-n infinit
\ndar infinitului nu-i pas\u0103 de noi
\ninfinitul nu are timp nici r\u0103bdare
\ninfinitul nu \u00ee\u015fi cere iertare…<\/p>\n


\nAzi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi mi-au luat s\u00e2nge
\nDumnezeu \u015ftie ce vor face cu el
\ns-au chinuit ceva
\ns\u0103-l ademeneasc\u0103 s\u0103 ias\u0103 din
\nlabirintul venelor uscate ca ramurile
\nunui copac secular
\nobosite de c\u00e2te vise au c\u0103rat
\nzi \u015fi noapte
\ncum st\u0103 s\u00e2ngele meu ar\u0103miu
\n\u00een recipientele de sticl\u0103 aliniate
\nca solda\u0163ii de sacrificiu
\nce vor fi centrifuga\u0163i, distila\u0163i
\n\u00een ma\u015fin\u0103rii nichelate, inumane
\ns\u00e2ngele meu de mii de carate
\n\u00eemi \u015fopte\u015fte din modulele sepulcrale:
\nce-ai s\u0103 te faci acum f\u0103r\u0103 mine
\na\u015fa, plin\u0103 doar de iluzii
\nde versuri tarate…<\/p>\n


\nCu o panglic\u0103 ignifugat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cent\u00e2i o zg\u00e2rietur\u0103, o fisur\u0103
\nun geam spart
\nun zgomot \u00eenfundat venind
\ndinspre instala\u0163ia din subsol
\napoi o inunda\u0163ie
\nun cutremur
\ncade un perete
\nse-nclin\u0103 tavanul
\n\u00een cele din urm\u0103 se pr\u0103bu\u015fe\u015fte
\n\u00eentreaga cl\u0103dire
\njefuit\u0103, dezafectat\u0103,
\nc\u0103rat\u0103 \u00een afara ora\u015fului
\ns\u0103 nu mai \u00eencurce…
\no cl\u0103dire alt\u0103dat\u0103 frumoas\u0103
\ncu locatari f\u0103r\u0103 grija zilei de m\u00e2ine
\naflat\u0103 pe strada mare
\nce leag\u0103 via\u0163a de moarte
\npe acolo ai trecut \u015fi tu
\n\u015fi m-ai v\u0103zut z\u00e2mbind
\ndin fiecare ochi de geam
\ndin fiecare gur\u0103 de foc
\nastupat\u0103 cu pieptul
\nde c\u00e2te un trec\u0103tor \u00eent\u00e2rziat. <\/p>\n


\nSuflete cartonate<\/strong><\/p>\n

E bine s\u0103 ai la tine
\nc\u00e2t mai multe suflete cartonate
\n\u015fi c\u00e2nd te \u00eent\u00e2lne\u015fti cu prietenii
\ns\u0103 le oferi c\u00e2te unul
\nlua\u0163i, citi\u0163i
\nacesta este sufletul meu
\nbine legat, frumos ilustrat
\nm-a costat ceva dar merit\u0103
\nciti\u0163i \u015fi da\u0163i mai departe
\ncu grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu v\u0103 t\u0103ia\u0163i
\n\u00een h\u00e2rtia glasat\u0103
\nori \u00een vreo bucurie cu din\u0163ii tari
\ncare mi-a sc\u0103pat printre r\u00e2nduri
\ndac\u0103 v\u0103 face s\u0103 pl\u00e2nge\u0163i
\narunca\u0163i-l la primul co\u015f, ori fuma\u0163i-l
\na\u0163i f\u0103cut-o deja? No problem
\nva fi mai mult\u0103 lumin\u0103
\nmai mult\u0103 c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u00een ora\u015ful
\ncu fluturi dezorienta\u0163i …<\/p>\n


\nZi bun\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ziua n-a trecut \u00een zadar
\ndac\u0103 am scris o poezie
\nsimpl\u0103 ori doct\u0103
\n\u00een camera mea \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 de c\u0103r\u0163i
\nsau de vie\u0163i presate \u00eentre file
\nnorii intr\u0103 prin fereastra deschis\u0103
\nodat\u0103 cu stelele
\nparchetul sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ie f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 clintesc
\nsunt pa\u015fi de furnic\u0103
\nurc\u00e2nd spre mine cu grij\u0103 \u015fi fric\u0103
\nse \u00eensereaz\u0103
\nceasul a stat dar ziua s-a dus
\nm\u00e2ine, din poezia de azi r\u0103m\u00e2ne jum\u0103tate
\npoim\u00e2ine un sfert
\nrestul \u00eel vor ciuguli porumbeii
\nr\u0103bd\u0103tori din creierul meu… <\/p>\n


\nFericirea<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103n\u00e2nc pu\u0163in
\ndorm pu\u0163in
\nstau \u00een ploaie, sub ger, \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103
\nlas loviturile s\u0103 cad\u0103 gr\u0103mad\u0103
\nrabd umilin\u0163e
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 acuze, s\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103neasc\u0103
\ntrec prin foc \u015fi sabie
\nlini\u015ftea mea sufleteasc\u0103
\nnu \u015ftii c\u00e2nd te love\u015fte fericirea
\n\u015fi trebuie s\u0103 fii c\u0103lit
\nfericirea e un lucru nespus de greu. <\/p>\n


\nEmil ALM\u0102\u0218AN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Dragoste<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ro\u015fise luna, se uita la noi
\nde dincolo de stele \u015fi de noapte;
\naveai \u00een p\u0103r luceferi… s\u00e2nii goi
\nurcau spre cer livezi de mere coapte<\/p>\n

\u015ei miroseai a f\u00e2n \u015fi iasomie,
\niar gura ta era un c\u00e2mp de fragi;
\ntu \u00eenc\u0103 te visai copil\u0103rie
\n\u015fi nu vedeai c\u0103 ochii t\u0103i mi-s dragi<\/p>\n

Pe trupul ierbii, unduit duios,
\nne cuno\u015fteam, cura\u0163i, \u00eent\u00e2ia oar\u0103;
\n\u00eemi a\u015fternusem sufletul pe jos
\ns\u0103 ne-nvelim cu el, s\u0103 nu ne doar\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu ne doar\u0103 clipa ce trecea
\nprin trupul nostru binecuv\u00e2ntat,
\n\u015fi-n lini\u015ftea din lume se-auzea
\ncum inimile noastre, calde, bat<\/p>\n

Nu va mai fi nicic\u00e2nd un clar de lun\u0103
\npe a\u015fa un cer de noapte r\u0103s\u0103rit,
\nc\u00e2nd ne vedea cum ne \u0163ineam de m\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u015fi Dumnezeu era \u00eendr\u0103gostit<\/p>\n


\nPsalm de-nceput<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd nu te mai g\u0103sesc
\nam \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at cuvintelor s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenchin
\nca unor icoane ce m\u0103 primesc
\nla mese cu p\u00e2ine, sare \u015fi vin<\/p>\n

Uneori, g\u00e2ndurile mele
\nsunt limpezi, r\u00e2uri zglobii,
\nculeg cuvintele direct din stele,
\n\u015fi-n t\u00e2mpl\u0103 se-aprind \u00eenalte \u015fi vii<\/p>\n

Alteori, adun cuvintele din \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103,
\nle dau chipul \u015fi asem\u0103narea mea;
\nc\u00e2te din ele-or s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u2013
\nfac\u0103-se voia Ta<\/p>\n


\nAnotimpuri<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen care cuvinte, anume, s\u0103-\u021bi spun
\ncum sufletul meu te cunoa\u0219te?
\nE\u0219ti prim\u0103var\u0103 cu parfum de salc\u00e2m,
\ncare din muguri rena\u0219te<\/p>\n

Poate cu lacrimi ar trebui,
\ndorul meu s\u0103-\u021bi spun\u0103 iar\u0103
\nc\u0103 e\u0219ti lumina ce-mi r\u0103s\u0103ri
\ndimine\u021bile bl\u00e2nde de var\u0103<\/p>\n

Prin care t\u0103cere s\u0103-\u021bi amintesc –
\ninima mea c\u00e2t de bine te \u0219tie?
\nE\u0219ti aurul toamnei, domnesc
\na\u0219ternut pe bel\u0219ugul din vie<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n ce s\u0103rut\u0103ri s\u0103-mi \u00eembrac
\niubirea pe tine s\u0103 cearn\u0103,
\ns\u0103 nu-mi \u00eenghe\u021be, c\u00e2nd pl\u00e2ng sau c\u00e2nd tac
\nochii t\u0103i peste mine a iarn\u0103?<\/p>\n

Poate ninsori f\u0103r\u0103 hotar
\nvor a\u0219terne timpul din nou
\n\u00eentr-un anotimp de iubire doar,
\ncu numele t\u0103u<\/p>\n


\nBinecuv\u00e2ntare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e team\u0103, Doamne, c-am s\u0103 mor
\n\u00eentr-o duminic\u0103 frumoas\u0103
\n\u0219i se vor stinge, tri\u0219ti, de dor
\nai mei c\u0103 nu m\u0103-ntorc acas\u0103<\/p>\n

Mi-e team\u0103, Doamne, c\u0103 va fi
\n\u00eentr-un fior de diminea\u021b\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd sufletul ar \u00eenflori
\nsenin, \u00eendr\u0103gostit de via\u021b\u0103 <\/p>\n

Mi-e team\u0103, Doamne, c-a veni
\namiaza c\u00e2nd se scald\u0103-n soare
\n\u0219i inima-mi se va-mpietri,
\ns\u0103raca, mult prea trec\u0103toare<\/p>\n

\u0218i-at\u00e2ta team\u0103, team\u0103 mi-i
\nc\u0103 va veni pe \u00eenserat
\n\u0219i taina ei m\u0103 va-nfr\u0103\u021bi
\ncu cerul pururea-nstelat<\/p>\n

Spre-a trece drept, lumin\u0103-mi fii,
\n\u0219i c\u00e2ntec binecuv\u00e2ntat,
\nc\u0103, dintre toate, a muri
\ntu, Doamne, nu m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat<\/p>\n


\nDe iarn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218i se f\u0103cea c\u0103 pleci, t\u0103iau c\u0103rare
\n\u00een dep\u0103rtare ochii t\u0103i c\u0103prui.
\nParc\u0103 erai un strop de \u00eenserare
\n\u0219i cerul tot era al nim\u0103nui<\/p>\n

\u0218i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam: de-at\u00e2ta-nstr\u0103inare
\nce-ar mai putea s\u0103-\u021bi spun\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i?<\/p>\n

N-a\u0219 fi crezut c-a\u0219a de trist apun
\nfr\u00e2nturi din tine, s\u0103-mi aduc aminte
\nde-ar fi, prin vreme, singur s\u0103 adun,
\npove\u0219tile ce-au fost, odat\u0103, sfinte<\/p>\n

\u0218i m\u0103 vedeam, \u00een urma ta, b\u0103tr\u00e2n,
\nla margine de dor \u0219i de cuvinte<\/p>\n

Apoi, a nins. St\u0103tea s\u0103 cearn\u0103
\nun ochi de sare, pustiit, afar\u0103.
\n\u0218i m\u0103-ntrebam cum poate s\u0103 se-a\u0219tearn\u0103
\nz\u0103pada f\u0103r\u0103 tine prima oar\u0103<\/p>\n

Era \u00een noi at\u00e2ta frig \u0219i iarn\u0103.
\nOrice-a\u0219 fi spus era menit s\u0103 moar\u0103<\/p>\n


\nDe suflet<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi preg\u0103tisem sufletul de iarn\u0103
\ns\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg t\u0103cerea ta. Pe geam
\nvedeam cum norii prind, hain, s\u0103 cearn\u0103
\n\u015fi noi, pu\u021bin c\u00e2te pu\u021bin, muream<\/p>\n

Eram a\u0219a de singuri \u00eempreun\u0103
\nc\u0103 auzeam cuvintele cum pier,
\n\u015fi cea din urm\u0103 str\u00e2ngere de m\u00e2n\u0103
\ncum ne urca pe-nalte cruci de ger<\/p>\n

\u00cemi preg\u0103tisei sufletul de moarte
\ns\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg plecarea ta.\u021aii minte?
\nTe petreceam, cu inima, departe,
\n\u015fi lacrimile deveneau cuvinte<\/p>\n


\nDesc\u00e2ntec<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dac-ai veni la mine, Moarte,
\n\u015fi-ai sta cu mine doar o zi,
\nai \u015fti c-ai mers mult prea departe
\n\u015fi, sigur sunt, te-ai r\u0103zg\u00e2ndi<\/p>\n

Dac-ai vei-ntr-o diminea\u0163\u0103
\n\u015fi-n ochii mei te-ai oglindi,
\nte-ai \u00eemb\u0103ta-ntr-un strop de via\u0163\u0103
\n\u015fi, sigur sunt, te-ai r\u0103zg\u00e2ndi<\/p>\n

Dac-ai veni la noi acas\u0103
\n\u015fi-o clip\u0103 numai ne-ai privi,
\nai vrea s\u0103 stai cu noi la mas\u0103
\n\u015fi, sigur sunt, te-ai r\u0103zg\u00e2ndi<\/p>\n

Cu p\u00e2ine rumen\u0103 \u015fi sare
\nsufletul ni s-ar primeni,
\n\u0163i s-ar a\u015fterne la picioare
\n\u015fi-n locul nostru ai muri<\/p>\n


\nDoin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai strig\u0103 bolta satul peste deal
\ncu turlele \u2013 pece\u021bi voievodale –
\n\u0219i luna-mbrac\u0103-n raze de opal
\nferestrele fugite c\u0103tre vale<\/p>\n

Alunec\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2nii-ncet, pe drum,
\n\u0219i umbra li se-anin\u0103, bl\u00e2nd, la por\u021bi,
\n\u0219i-\u0219i suie vetrele acela\u0219i fum
\npe-aceea\u0219i cump\u0103n\u0103 a largei sor\u021bi<\/p>\n

Ca strugurii dau z\u0103rile \u00een vin
\n\u0219i merele se poleiesc \u00een s\u00e2nge;
\nacelea\u0219i mierle-noat\u0103 prin senin
\n\u0219i-aceea\u0219i doin\u0103-n asfin\u021bit se fr\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

Doar clopotele bat tot mai arar,
\nc\u00e2t s\u0103 ne umple de-amintiri b\u0103tr\u00e2nii,
\nc\u00e2nd bolta strig\u0103 satul mai spre deal
\n\u0219i tot mai grea e cump\u0103na f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii<\/p>\n


\nDuhovniceasc\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

De team\u0103 c\u0103 te-oi pierde am \u00eenceput s\u0103 beau
\nizvoare mari de rou\u0103 \u015fi c\u00e2mpuri de om\u0103t;
\n\u00een fiecare sear\u0103 \u00een suflet mi te iau
\nstorc lini\u015ftea din stele \u015fi tainic m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103t<\/p>\n

Sunt ame\u0163it de dorul cernut din Carul Mare,
\ndin s\u0103rutarea lunii nu pot s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc,
\npe cerul vie\u0163ii mele v\u0103d podgorii stelare
\ndin care umplu crame de vin dumnezeiesc<\/p>\n

Mi-e inima j\u0103ratec \u015fi sufletul arsur\u0103,
\n\u00ee\u0163i str\u00e2ng \u00een palme chipul ca pe-n pahar de vin,
\n\u015fi-nf\u0103\u015furat \u00een noapte \u00eel duc, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, spre gur\u0103
\ns\u0103-l fac icoana sf\u00e2nt\u0103 la care m\u0103 \u00eenchin<\/p>\n

Duhovniceasc\u0103-i ora, dar \u00eenc\u0103 suntem teferi
\nc\u00e2t lacrimile lumii au dat din p\u00e2rg \u00een must;
\n\u015fi-am s\u0103 m\u0103-mb\u0103t la noapte de zbor \u015fi de luceferi
\ns\u0103 pot o clip\u0103 numai din taina ta s\u0103 gust<\/p>\n


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

\u201eSic cogito…\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 avertismentul lui Steven Hawkins privind pericolul reprezentat de inteligen\u021ba artificial\u0103, o nou\u0103 defini\u021bie a ateului: ateul este ca un robot inteligent \u2013 incapabil s\u0103 (re)cunoasc\u0103 fiin\u021ba care l-a creat \u0219i s\u0103 o respecte, dar capabil, \u00een incon\u0219tien\u021ba lui, s\u0103 o identifice drept \u021bint\u0103, s\u0103 o r\u0103neasc\u0103 \u0219i (dac\u0103 s-ar putea) s\u0103 o distrug\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103 ajungi la m\u00e2na cereasc\u0103 \u021bi-e \u00eeng\u0103duit s\u0103 faci pact cu diavolul. Cu o condi\u021bie: s\u0103-l vindeci pe cel necurat de arogan\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Un credincios formal poate fi mai d\u0103un\u0103tor dec\u00e2t un ateu moderat, dar este preferabil credinciosului fanatic.<\/p>\n

A fi prudent nu e totuna cu a fi ne\u00eencrez\u0103tor. Pruden\u021ba ocrote\u0219te, ne\u00eencrederea ucide.<\/p>\n

Smerenia \u0219i umilin\u021ba nu sunt sinonime. Smerenia cre\u0219te din interiorul fiin\u021bei \u0219i \u00eel consolideaz\u0103, umilin\u021ba p\u0103trunde din afar\u0103 \u0219i \u00eel \u0219ubreze\u0219te. <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi vine foarte u\u0219or s\u0103 judeci \u0219i s\u0103 condamni, e limpede c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 n-ai dob\u00e2ndit atributele unui judec\u0103tor \u00een\u021belept.<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103 nu ai dezam\u0103giri pe lumea asta, ia-i pe oameni a\u0219a cum sunt, a\u0219az\u0103-i la locul cuvenit \u00een ierarhia l\u0103untrului t\u0103u, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-i \u00een\u021belegi.<\/p>\n

A tot t\u00e2njit omul dup\u0103 aripi. \u0218i mult i-a mai trebuit p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 priceap\u0103 c\u0103 aripile lui cresc din iubire, nu din umeri…<\/p>\n

Este important s\u0103 ai o credin\u021b\u0103. Tot at\u00e2t de important este s\u0103 nu ucizi \u00een numele ei.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103, la omeneasc\u0103 m\u00e2nie, \u00eei spui \u0219efului t\u0103u terestru \u201ee\u0219ti un cretin!\u201d \u0219i dac\u0103, pentru spusa m\u00e2nioas\u0103, acela te va persecuta… \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ai avut dreptate.<\/p>\n

B\u0103tr\u00e2nii ne\u00een\u021belep\u021bi sunt dovada trecerii zadarnice, a devenirii ratate. Pot inspira compasiune, dar nu \u0219i respect.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u021ba miracolelor, ca \u0219i \u00een fa\u021ba marilor nenorociri, exclam\u0103m cu lacrimi de fericire sau de disperare \u00een ochi, acelea\u0219i trei cuvinte: \u201enu se poate!\u201d. Extremele ne iau mereu prin surprindere. Ne ap\u0103r\u0103m, oare, de ele pun\u00e2ndu-le pe seama imposibilului? <\/p>\n

Nu vreau s\u0103 fiu. Doresc s\u0103 devin. Am nevoie de trepte.<\/p>\n

\u201eDe unde nu e, nici Dumnezeu nu cere\u201d. \u00cen traducere liber\u0103: nu risipi timpul, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-l luminezi pe prostul \u00eenn\u0103scut.<\/p>\n

S-ar cuveni s\u0103 rostesc zilnic rug\u0103ciuni de mul\u021bumire. Dumnezeu mi-a dat un orgoliu care tinde spre zero, o inim\u0103 deschis\u0103 spre iubire \u0219i iertare \u0219i destul\u0103 minte \u00eenc\u00e2t, pe parcursul devenirii, s\u0103 nu concurez cu al\u021bii, ci cu mine \u00eens\u0103mi.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 apar\u021bii posterit\u0103\u021bii lui Einstein, dar enun\u021burile tale \u00eel exclud pe \u201epoate\u201d, poate e\u0219ti imbecil, poate e\u0219ti r\u0103uvoitor, poate…<\/p>\n

\u00centre \u201ea gr\u0103i\u201d \u0219i \u201ea groh\u0103i\u201d, diferen\u021ba specific\u0103 nu este, oh!, de doar dou\u0103 sunete.<\/p>\n

Cu binele nu se face troc. Binele nu se contabilizeaz\u0103. Degeaba oferi o ton\u0103 de gogo\u0219ari cuiva care are nevoie urgent\u0103 de un banal antinevralgic. Pe urm\u0103, dac\u0103 recuno\u0219tin\u021ba beneficiarului nu-i pe m\u0103sura a\u0219tept\u0103rilor tale, \u021bi se pare c\u0103 ai fost tras pe sfoar\u0103, c\u0103 ai risipit gogo\u0219arii, c\u0103 e\u0219ti victima binelui pe care l-ai f\u0103cut…<\/p>\n

R\u0103splata nu respect\u0103 conven\u021bia a\u0219tept\u0103rilor. Apare din direc\u021bii imprevizibile \u0219i poate fi confundat\u0103 cu norocul. Vai, celor ce cad \u00een disperare a\u0219tept\u00e2nd-o \u00eentr-un anumit loc, la o anumit\u0103 or\u0103, dintr-o anumit\u0103 direc\u021bie, ca pe un autobuz care nu mai sose\u0219te!<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103, uneori, se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 ca o rud\u0103, un prieten, o cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 mint\u0103, nu m\u0103 sup\u0103r. \u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 are con\u0219tiin\u021ba bolnav\u0103, deci are o mare problem\u0103 cu sine \u00eensu\u0219i, nu cu mine. <\/p>\n


\nF.M. CIOCEA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

POEME<\/strong><\/p>\n

*
\nAm \u00eemprumutat aripile unui \u00eenger
\n\u0218i am zburat la cer,
\nDar nu am aflat acolo mun\u021bii mei dragi,
\nIar acum sorb \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na
\nDin f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile ad\u00e2nci ale B\u0103r\u0103ganului
\n\u0218i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 zborul la cer
\nEste o experien\u021b\u0103 traumatizant\u0103
\nPentru sclavii eterni ai gravita\u021biei.
\nTotu\u0219i, \u00eengerii m\u0103 viziteaz\u0103 deseori
\n\u0218i-mi \u00eemprumut\u0103 aripile lor,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 bucur m\u0103car de perspectiva luminii,
\nCare inund\u0103 \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103
\nSufletele prietenilor mei.<\/p>\n

*
\nM\u0103 balansam pe o arip\u0103 de fluture,
\n\u00centre coapsele fierbin\u021bi
\n\u0218i mintea crispat\u0103 ale iubitei mele,
\nC\u00e2nd brusc,
\nAm sim\u021bit pr\u0103pastia
\nDintre timpul ei
\n\u0218i timpul meu puls\u00e2nd dureros.
\nIat\u0103 ! mi-am spus,
\nAripile de fluture
\nNu te absolv\u0103 de explozia anilor
\n\u00cen celulele tale
\n\u0218i nici soarele nu-l aprinde
\n\u00cen bezna s\u00e2ngelui t\u0103u,
\nTotu\u0219i, iubind f\u0103r\u0103 preced,
\nIntact\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne euforia balansului
\nPe aripi de fluture !<\/p>\n

*
\nFatalitatea na\u0219terii o simt
\n\u00cen mireasma florii de iasomie…
\n\u0218i nu m\u0103 mai tem de cealalt\u0103 fatalitate.<\/p>\n

\u0218erpi uria\u0219i \u00eemi alearg\u0103 prin creier,
\nAlung\u00e2nd luminile iernii
\nDin ungherele \u00eentunecate;
\nC\u00e2nd m\u0103 striga\u021bi, prieteni ,
\nAud singur\u0103tatea veacului \u0103sta
\nUmpl\u00e2nd pocalele singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii mele,
\nSingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii noastre viclean strecurate
\n\u00cen nop\u021bile pe care nu le dormim<\/p>\n


\nFlorica Gh. CEAPOIU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Slujind luminii<\/strong><\/p>\n

La carul dup\u0103-amiezilor m\u0103-nham
\nS\u0103 duc trufa\u015fa noapte mai departe,
\nS\u0103-\u015fi dezlipeasc\u0103 ochii de-al meu geam,
\n\u00cendr\u0103gostit\u0103 de-un verset din carte.<\/p>\n

Cum niciun tril \u00eengenuncheat pe ram
\nNu va curma vreun strig\u0103t lung, de moarte,
\nLa carul dup\u0103-amiezilor m\u0103-nham
\nS\u0103 duc trufa\u015fa noapte mai departe.<\/p>\n

At\u00e2ta bucurie vr\u00e2nd s\u0103 am \u2013
\n\u00centr-un r\u0103stimp ce tainic m\u0103 desparte
\nDe beznele prin care m\u0103 destram \u2013
\n\u00cen ore goale \u015fi-n secunde sparte,
\nLa carul dup\u0103-amiezilor m\u0103-nham.<\/p>\n


\nCereasca fantezie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubite, sim\u0163i cum iar te-n\u015fel
\nSub clar de lun\u0103 argintie?
\nAdorm \u00een minte c-un rondel
\nPlin de cereasc\u0103 fantezie.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 poart\u0103-n lumea lui cu zel,
\nPe-ar\u00edpi de veche poezie;
\nIubite, sim\u0163i cum iar te-n\u015fel
\nSub clar de lun\u0103 argintie?<\/p>\n

Ca o viol\u0103 c\u00e2nt prin el,
\nMelodic\u0103 \u00een nostalgie;
\nC-un glas duios de menestrel,
\nSurp\u00e2nd a vremilor pustie,
\nIubite, sim\u0163i cum iar te-n\u015fel?<\/p>\n


\nTrecerea \u00een mit<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prin tine verbul se pr\u0103vale,
\nDin poezie trece-n mit \u2013
\nBalans de fluturi \u015fi petale,
\nMultiplicat \u015fi-navu\u0163it.<\/p>\n

Tot mai s\u0103rac c-un asfin\u0163it
\nSau c-un de\u015fert pierdut \u00een vale,
\nPrin tine verbul se pr\u0103vale,
\nDin poezie trece-n mit.<\/p>\n

Sub crugul zilelor domoale,
\nAvid de spa\u0163iul nenuntit,
\nUrm\u00e2ndu-\u0163i c\u0103ile astrale \u2013
\nComet\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u2013
\nPrin tine verbul se pr\u0103vale.<\/p>\n


\nPe malul vie\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu vin spre voi din alt\u0103 lume
\nTransfigurat\u0103-n g\u00e2nd divin;
\nS\u0103-mi \u00eemplinesc un nou destin
\nM-am rezidit prin foc \u015fi hume.<\/p>\n

Nu v\u0103 mira\u0163i de v\u0103d anume
\nNoi adev\u0103ruri sub smochin;
\nEu vin spre voi din alt\u0103 lume
\nTransfigurat\u0103-n g\u00e2nd divin.<\/p>\n

Pe malul vie\u0163ii, negre spume
\nLovit-au cugetu-mi senin,
\nDar botezat\u0103 c-un alt nume,
\nRodind \u00een pace \u015fi deplin,
\nEu vin spre voi din alt\u0103 lume.<\/p>\n


\nCununa de lacrimi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din lacrimi \u00eempleteam cunun\u0103
\nS\u0103 vad\u0103 lumea c\u0103-s bogat,
\nStr\u0103lumin\u00e2nd un prund visat,
\nUn cer senin \u015fi-o fapt\u0103 bun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Prin ploaie, viscol sau furtun\u0103,
\nDe avataruri liberat,
\nDin lacrimi \u00eempleteam cunun\u0103
\nS\u0103 vad\u0103 lumea c\u0103-s bogat.<\/p>\n

Ogorul clipei l-am arat
\nC-un g\u00e2nd divin \u015fi-un ciob de lun\u0103,
\n\u00cen limpezimea lor s\u0103 spun\u0103
\nC\u0103-n zorul \u0103sta necurmat
\nDin lacrimi \u00eempleteam cunun\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nPoetul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Precum luna mult sl\u0103vit\u0103,
\nEl lumina ne-o \u00eemparte:
\nPoart\u0103 verbul spre nemoarte
\nPe o strun\u0103 pr\u0103fuit\u0103.<\/p>\n

Tras la fa\u0163\u0103 \u015fi departe
\nDe a lumilor ispit\u0103,
\nPrecum luna mult sl\u0103vit\u0103,
\nEl lumina ne-o \u00eemparte.<\/p>\n

Deschiz\u00e2nd a vie\u0163ii carte
\nCu triste\u0163e \u00eentocmit\u0103,
\nPulberi vii din vremi de\u015farte
\nStr\u0103lucesc pe-a sa orbit\u0103,
\nPrecum luna mult sl\u0103vit\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nBoabe de iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0162es trei boabe de iubire
\n\u00cen cuv\u00e2ntul m\u0103t\u0103sos;
\nSpic de lun\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eei cos,
\nLas tot dorul s\u0103 se-n\u015fire.<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un anotimp m\u0103nos,
\nMai presus de-a noastr\u0103 fire,
\n\u0162es trei boabe de iubire
\n\u00cen cuv\u00e2ntul m\u0103t\u0103sos.<\/p>\n

Chiar de-i duh spre nemurire,
\nAmetist, bazalt sau os,
\nPe altarul lui sub\u0163ire,
\nNum\u0103r\u00e2nd de sus \u00een jos,
\n\u0162es trei boabe de iubire.<\/p>\n


\nLaud\u0103 clipei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Taina clipei de vecie,
\nRostuit\u0103-n zori de-un mag,
\nMi-a fost dat\u0103 \u00een vileag
\nDe beteala-i azurie.<\/p>\n

Orb \u015fi surd, livid beteag
\nN-am \u015ftiut c\u00e2t e de vie
\nTaina clipei de vecie,
\nRostuit\u0103-n zori de-un mag.<\/p>\n

Zboru-i alb \u2013 subtil zig-zag,
\nArdere \u015fi m\u0103re\u0163ie \u2013
\nM-a-ntregit pe-al vie\u0163ii prag;
\nL\u0103udat\u0103-n cer s\u0103 fie
\nTaina clipei de vecie!<\/p>\n


\nPe ogorul poeziei<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd prin bezn\u0103 corbii \u0163ip\u0103,
\nPreschimb\u00e2nd suflarea gliei,
\nStr\u00e2ngi to\u0163i cactu\u015fii pustiei
\n\u015ei le sorbi licoarea-n prip\u0103.<\/p>\n

Prins \u00een gheara nostalgiei,
\n\u00ce\u0163i fumezi a brumei pip\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd prin bezn\u0103 corbii \u0163ip\u0103,
\nPreschimb\u00e2nd suflarea gliei.<\/p>\n

\u00cenc-un ceas \u015fi \u00eenc-o clip\u0103
\nLacrimi albe smulgi h\u00e2rtiei \u2013
\nDe emo\u0163ii faci risip\u0103
\nPe ogorul poeziei,
\nC\u00e2nd prin bezn\u0103 corbii \u0163ip\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n\u201eFlori de lun\u0103\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pun\u00e2nd ideilor cunun\u0103
\nDe ametist sau peruzea,
\nAmarul vie\u0163ii se \u015ftirbea
\nDe-un col\u0163 de vis \u015fi-n \u201eflori de lun\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n

T\u00e2ram sim\u0163irea \u00een furtun\u0103,
\nSub grindin\u0103 sau fulgi de nea,
\nPun\u00e2nd ideilor cunun\u0103
\nDe ametist sau peruzea.<\/p>\n

Credeam c\u0103 viscolul o-mbun\u0103,
\nDar focul sacru se-nte\u0163ea \u2013
\nMisterioas\u0103, pe o strun\u0103,
\nPerfida noapte z\u0103bovea
\nPun\u00e2nd ideilor cunun\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMuntele de rou\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

V\u0103z-Duhul c\u00e2nd m-a adoptat,
\nLumina sta cu foc s\u0103 plou\u0103;
\nCu\u0163it de \u00eengeri \u00eempl\u00e2ntat,
\nIubirea m\u0103 t\u0103ia \u00een dou\u0103.<\/p>\n

Urc\u00e2nd pe muntele de rou\u0103,
\nZ\u0103ream al lumii crud oftat;
\nV\u0103z-Duhul c\u00e2nd m-a adoptat,
\nLumina sta cu foc s\u0103 plou\u0103.<\/p>\n

Invoc norocul ne-ncetat,
\n\u00cel strig la cer, vi-l spun \u015fi vou\u0103:
\nEram doar omul neaflat
\nCe-\u015fi netezea c\u0103rarea nou\u0103,
\nV\u0103z-Duhul c\u00e2nd m-a adoptat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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