{"id":17079,"date":"2022-01-25T16:01:34","date_gmt":"2022-01-25T13:01:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17079"},"modified":"2022-01-25T16:01:34","modified_gmt":"2022-01-25T13:01:34","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-43-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17079","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 43 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Daniela NENCIULESCU<\/strong> \u015fi
\nFlorentina NI\u0162\u0102<\/strong> – Italia<\/p>\n

Sculptori\u0163a de origine rom\u00e2n\u0103 Daniela Nenciulescu din Milano, cu o carier\u0103 str\u0103lucit\u0103, jalonat\u0103 de reu\u015fite personale \u00een Italia \u015fi peste hotare, a fost \u00een aceast\u0103 toamn\u0103 invitata Muzeului \u0162\u0103ranului Rom\u00e2n din Capital\u0103, cu expozi\u0163ia ,,Umbra coaselor \u015fi steaua polar\u0103\u201d, excelent primit\u0103 de cunosc\u0103torii \u015fi iubitorii de art\u0103, lucr\u0103rile sale cucerind prin modernitate, curaj \u015fi fermitate, tr\u0103s\u0103turi care nu exclud, dimpotriv\u0103, aerul poetic, difuzat \u015fi impregnat subtil de culturalitatea artistei. Atestat \u015fi de catalog, \u00een care sculpturile Danielei Nenciulescu se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc cu versurile Florentinei Ni\u0163\u0103 \u015fi se \u00eembog\u0103\u0163esc reciproc, acest aer poetic ne-a dat ideea unei pagini cu reproduceri dup\u0103 crea\u0163iile Danielei Nenciulescu \u015fi cu poezii de Florenina Ni\u0163\u0103, n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een T\u0103m\u0103\u015feni-Neam\u0163, \u015fi stabilit\u0103 din anul 2000 \u00een nordul Italiei, unde este permanent prezent\u0103 \u00een publica\u0163iile Centrului Cultural Italo-Rom\u00e2n din Milano. Membr\u0103 a colectivului redac\u0163ional al revistei \u201eCronica veche\u201d din Ia\u015fi, Florentina Ni\u0163\u0103 a publicat p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een prezent patru volume de poezii, cel mai recent fiind \u201eZidiri de cuv\u00e2nt\u201d (Editura Vivaldi, Bucure\u015fti, 2015).<\/p>\n

Pledoarie<\/strong>
\n– rondel –<\/em><\/p>\n

Poezia se cere mai \u00eent\u00e2i ap\u0103rat\u0103
\nDe rostire u\u015foar\u0103, de banale ispite,
\nDe capcane \u00eentinse g\u00e2ndul s-abat\u0103,
\nDe a pune nimic \u00een prea multe cuvinte.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd s\u0103 ias\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 erupe deodat\u0103,
\nCu-ng\u00e2n\u0103ri de prisos, s\u0103 adoarm\u0103 menite,
\nPoezia se cere mai \u00eent\u00e2i ap\u0103rat\u0103
\nDe rostire u\u015foar\u0103, de banale ispite.<\/p>\n

Piatr\u0103 de diamant \u00eendelung cizelat\u0103
\nCu vibr\u0103ri sc\u00e2nteind de luciri o\u0163elite,
\nS\u0103 nu-i ferece zborul zidiri ruginite
\n\u015ei-aripi largi s\u0103 \u00eei poarte rotirea \u00eenalt\u0103,
\nPoezia se cere mai \u00eent\u00e2i ap\u0103rat\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nSonet rostogolit<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sonet rostogolit \u00eemi e rostirea
\nPrin care ghemul t\u00e2mplei se preface,
\nDin caiere de stele se desface
\n\u00cen v\u0103luri s\u0103-\u015fi reverse str\u0103lucirea.<\/p>\n

Am adunat secundelor \u015foptirea
\n\u015ei le-am trimis cu v\u00e2ntul s\u0103 le poarte
\nCa leg\u0103m\u00e2nt solemn pe mai departe
\n\u00censemn s\u0103 \u00eencap\u0103 anilor tr\u0103irea.<\/p>\n

M-au potopit tr\u0103iri ne\u00een\u0163elese
\nPe pleoape dinainte pres\u0103rate
\nPe c\u00e2nd m\u0103 descifram din \u00eenceputuri,<\/p>\n

Cuvinte nerostite mi-au fost scuturi
\n\u00cen fa\u0163a multor \u00eencerc\u0103ri aflate
\nDin care via\u0163a pe r\u0103zboi se \u0163ese.<\/p>\n

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Haihui<\/strong><\/p>\n

Suntem Don Quijo\u0163i pierdu\u0163i \u00een noapte
\nHarfa nemuririi am l\u0103sat-o-n cui,
\nLa r\u0103scruci copacii ne-nso\u0163esc cu \u015foapte,
\nPloile ne-acop\u0103r pa\u015fii du\u015fi haihui.<\/p>\n

Praful se ridic\u0103-n urm\u0103 pe copite,
\nZboar\u0103 Rosinante, aerul necheaz\u0103,
\nV\u00e2ntul url\u0103-n pala morilor oprite
\nS\u0103 ne-a\u0163in\u0103 calea \u015fi privirea treaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Peste st\u00e2nci de piatr\u0103 umbrele albastre
\nLa ce \u00eencercare ne vor mai supune?
\nSf\u00e2\u015fia-vom v\u0103lul n\u0103lucirii noastre,
\nCu t\u0103i\u015ful l\u0103ncii somnul vom r\u0103pune.<\/p>\n


\nPe cadrane<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-am \u00eensemnat ursita pe cadrane
\nCu litere solemne r\u0103sfirate
\nCa-n orologerii s\u0103 mi se-arate
\nPrecisul ritm din scurgerea de vreme. <\/p>\n

Nu sunt dec\u00e2t o palid\u0103 sclipire
\nDin geana timpului n\u0103uc ivit\u0103
\n\u00censcris\u0103 la-nt\u00e2mplare pe orbit\u0103
\n\u015ei b\u00e2ntuind \u00een cerc f\u0103r\u0103 oprire.<\/p>\n

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La marginea luminii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prin somn m\u0103tasea nop\u0163ii visul \u0163ese –
\n\u00cen zori eram o lespede de g\u00e2nd,
\nPovar\u0103 de rostiri ne\u00een\u0163elese
\nCu amintiri r\u0103st\u0103lm\u0103cite-n v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

A\u015f sta s-ascult vioara dimine\u0163ii
\nC\u00e2nd \u00ee\u015fi dezghioac\u0103 sunetul profund,
\nCu zbor prelung sub valurile ce\u0163ii
\nPrin vama umbrelor cutreier\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

De e\u015fti pe-aproape s\u0103 nu m\u0103 treze\u0219ti!
\nSub geana despicat\u0103 a luminii
\nM\u0103 leag\u0103n\u0103-n rostire de pove\u015fti
\nPrin care ziua-\u015fi cerne-n aer crinii.<\/p>\n


\nV\u0103mile nop\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Seara c\u00e2nd torn aurul vremii-n tipare,
\nOrele sparte din cioburi s\u0103 recompun,
\nAlt \u00een\u0163eles fream\u0103tul lor parc\u0103 are
\nC\u00e2nd la ureche scoica-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103rilor pun.<\/p>\n

Un altfel de timp \u00een clepsidre se cerne,
\nS\u0103 \u00eel m\u0103soare v\u0103mile norilor \u015ftiu.
\nC\u00e2nt s\u0103 alung panica scurs\u0103 \u00een vene
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 adorm, bl\u00e2nd\u0103 povar\u0103 s\u0103-mi fiu.<\/p>\n

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\n Mai scriu din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai scriu din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd o poezie –
\nNu caut ritmul, singur se a\u015fterne
\n\u00cen r\u00e2nduri cu caden\u0163e uniforme,
\nR\u00e2vnind \u00een armonie s\u0103 le \u0163ie.<\/p>\n

G\u0103sesc comori de n\u0103zuin\u0163i eterne
\n\u015ei curgerea silabelor trufie
\nCu zelul biruin\u0163ei m\u0103 \u00eembie
\nS\u0103 st\u0103ruiesc \u00een iambice catrene.<\/p>\n

Cum coaja fructului ad\u0103poste\u015fte
\n\u015ei pe s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u0103 pulpa o-nf\u0103\u015foar\u0103
\nSpre a rodi pe nu se \u015ftie unde,<\/p>\n

\u00cen strofe rime p\u00e2rguiesc rotunde
\nPistilurile at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd pe sfoar\u0103
\nSub soarele ce miezul le-ndulce\u015fte.<\/p>\n

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\nPove\u015fti de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
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\u00cen bibliotecile dep\u0103rt\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

La v\u00e2rsta copil\u0103riei mici, \u00een Vama natal\u0103, ai mei, func\u0163ionari, aveau condi\u0163ia oarecum insolit\u0103 pe vremea aceea, de chiria\u015fi. Locuiam vizavi de biserica catolic\u0103, \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 nem\u0163easc\u0103, av\u00e2nd plafonul neobi\u015fnuit de \u00eenalt \u015fi ferestre \u015fi u\u015f\u0103 care d\u0103deau direct \u00een trotuar. Acesta m\u0103 ducea spre dou\u0103 bucurii: diminea\u0163a la gr\u0103dini\u0163\u0103, iar joia dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 la bibliotec\u0103, unde o neuitat\u0103 doamn\u0103 ne citea dintr-o carte groas\u0103 pove\u015fti care se terminau prea repede. Era mai minunat\u0103 dec\u00e2t cele de acas\u0103, deoarece nu o aveam la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi nu le puteam cere p\u0103rin\u0163ilor s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 ce scria acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 adormeam. De aceea, c\u00e2nd o r\u0103ceal\u0103 m-a lipsit de lectura de joi, am pl\u00e2ns c\u00e2t s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eemboln\u0103vesc cu adev\u0103rat, speriind-o pe mama, care a plecat la bibliotec\u0103 \u015fi a rugat-o pe dna L\u0103nescu s\u0103-i \u00eemprumute cartea p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na urm\u0103toare. Nu numai c\u0103 a primit-o, dar cum veneau S\u0103rb\u0103torile de Iarn\u0103, cartea ne-a fost l\u0103sat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la Boboteaz\u0103. Bradul de Cr\u0103ciun al acelui timp avea globuri de sticl\u0103, figurine de turt\u0103 dulce, curmale, smochine, portocale, nuci poleite \u015fi bomboane \u00eenvelite cu argint \u00een co\u015fule\u0163e de h\u00e2rtie creponat\u0103, iar pe ramuri \u2013 z\u0103pad\u0103 de vat\u0103 \u015fi lum\u00e2n\u0103ri adev\u0103rate. Sub ele, deschis\u0103 la basmul care urma s\u0103 ne fie citit, mie \u015fi surorilor mele, st\u0103tea \u00een orele de odihn\u0103 cartea de la bibliotec\u0103. Lum\u00e2n\u0103rile se aprindeau seara, la ceasurile \u00een care pragul ne era trecut de rude, prieteni \u015fi al\u0163i copii, cu steaua \u015fi colinde. \u00centr-unul din acestea, pe nea\u015fteptate bradul a luat foc, dar \u00eenainte ca s\u0103 produc\u0103 un dezastru, a fost scos pe u\u015f\u0103 direct \u00een ninsoare. Am urm\u0103rit totul cu ochi mari, \u00eenlemnit\u0103 de spaim\u0103, \u015fi cu buze schi\u0163\u00e2nd rug\u0103ciunea din g\u00e2nd: ,,Doamne, s\u0103 nu ard\u0103 cartea! Cartea s\u0103 nu ard\u0103!\u201d. Salvat\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 de o m\u00e2n\u0103 iute, nici m\u0103car \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103, doar citit\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t, aceasta s-a re\u00eentors \u00eempreun\u0103 cu mine, niciodat\u0103 plictisit\u0103 de reascultarea pove\u015ftilor, la cercul de lectur\u0103 de joi. C\u00e2t despre \u00eent\u00e2mplare, s-a stins \u00een s\u0103rb\u0103toarea copil\u0103riei ca v\u00e2lv\u0103taia \u00eenstelat\u0103 a bradului \u00een z\u0103pada care cre\u015ftea bogat pe trotuar, dup\u0103 ce o clip\u0103 a luminat feeric strada p\u00e2n\u0103 departe.<\/p>\n

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\nIgnatie GRECU<\/strong><\/p>\n

PRIVIGHETOAREA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Motto:<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201eTu, care ai f\u0103cut p\u0103s\u0103rile s\u0103 gr\u0103iasc\u0103
\ncu glasurile lor,
\nd\u0103-mi \u015fi mie, atotnevrednicului, cuv\u00e2nt,
\nca s\u0103 povestesc tuturor, \u00een scris \u015fi nescris,
\ncele ce le-ai f\u0103cut mie,
\nDumnezeul meu, pentru mila Ta nem\u0103rginit\u0103
\n\u015fi numai pentru iubirea Ta de oameni.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

(Sf. Simeon Noul Teolog – Imnul 20)<\/em><\/p>\n

Ridic la buze luminos pahar \u015fi sorb
\nLicoarea unui vers cu \u00eenfrigurare.
\nFusesem mut, fusesem surd, fusesem orb
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd ai c\u00e2ntat tu, privighetoare.<\/p>\n

\u015etiam de mine c\u0103 sunt
\nPururi neb\u0103gat \u00een seam\u0103.
\nAm crescut statuie de marmur\u0103-n v\u00e2nt
\nCu trilul t\u0103u pe umeri flutur\u00e2nd, n\u0103fram\u0103.<\/p>\n

Toate-acum \u00eemi sunt at\u00e2t de dragi,
\ntoate-mi sunt pe plac.
\nLuna r\u0103sare
\nNu pe un deal,
\nCa odinioar\u0103, ci din lac,
\nPrintre nouri de nuferi \u00een floare.<\/p>\n

C\u0103r\u0103rile duc\u00e2nd la sfinte izvoare
\nS-au \u00eenmiresmat sub copaci \u00een \u00eenserare.
\nCodrul b\u0103tr\u00e2n v\u00e2rsta \u00een aur \u00ee\u015fi schimb\u0103
\nRepet\u00e2nd la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit dulcea ta limb\u0103.
\nV\u0103zduhul nop\u0163ii sc\u00e2nteiaz\u0103 sacre lumini
\nDe c\u00e2nd tu nem\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103 suspini.
\nPogoar\u0103 din cer r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd,
\nNu rou\u0103 str\u0103vezie, ci m\u0103rg\u0103ritare sun\u00e2nd.
\nCiuturile nop\u0163ii scot din f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni o prea r\u0103coroas\u0103
\nUnd\u0103 clar\u0103 de pl\u00e2ns ca s\u0103
\nBea cel care trece pe drum \u00eensetat.
\nUnd\u0103 clar\u0103 din c\u00e2ntecul t\u0103u minunat.<\/p>\n

Strig\u0103 din s\u0103lcii glasul t\u0103u de peruzea:
\n– Cine-i \u00eensetat s\u0103 vin\u0103 la mine \u015fi s\u0103 bea.
\nCereasc\u0103 b\u0103utur\u0103, ginga\u015f\u0103 frumuse\u0163e,
\nImn de sl\u0103vire, melodie de pre\u0163…<\/p>\n

2<\/p>\n

Mi-e sufletul prin lume r\u0103t\u0103citor drume\u0163
\nCu povara inimii \u00een spate, prea grea.
\nD\u0103-mi s\u0103 beau \u00een\u0163elepciune, bl\u00e2nde\u0163e,
\nS\u0103 nu mai \u00eensetez venind la izvoare,
\nUnde zilnic, pe r\u00e2nd, se adap\u0103
\nC\u00e2rduri de cerbi, s\u0103lt\u00e2nd gra\u0163ios c\u0103prioare
\n\u015ei alte ne\u00eembl\u00e2nzite, \u00eensetate fiare.<\/p>\n

D\u0103-mi, Doamne, s\u0103 fiu al T\u0103u c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u0163 !<\/p>\n

Eu \u00eensetez de o altfel de ap\u0103.
\nDin care numai \u00eengerii \u00een cer beau c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd
\n\u00cen umbra Celui Prea\u00eenalt \u015fi Sf\u00e2nt.
\nD\u0103-mi, Doamne, s\u0103 beau din aceast\u0103 ap\u0103 !…<\/p>\n

Trimis-a fost \u00een lume o mic\u0103 pas\u0103re, reper,
\nS\u0103 ne aduc\u0103 aminte din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\nC\u0103 nu suntem f\u0103cu\u0163i numai din p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nCi \u015fi din cer, precum este scris \u00een Scriptur\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00censetez de sf\u00e2nta, cereasca b\u0103utur\u0103 !…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntecul t\u0103u mi-aduce pururi aminte
\nDe Raiul din care am fost izgonit.
\nPl\u00e2ngi cu mine, dulce privighetoare,
\nC\u0103derea mea, durerea mea cea mare.
\n\u015ei voi, arbori, bate\u0163i din frunze pe margini
\n\t\t\t\t de-abis.
\nT\u00e2ngui\u0163i-v\u0103 cu mine \u00eempreun\u0103,
\nPl\u00e2nge\u0163i izgonirea mea din Paradis.<\/p>\n

Ce-i c\u00e2ntecul ? – T\u00e2nguire f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit,
\nAdiere, care ne ia pe sus \u015fi ne duce iar
\n\u00cen Raiul din care am fost izgonit.
\nNeasemuitul, prea\u00eencuviin\u0163atul, cerescul dar,
\nD\u0103ruit nou\u0103, celor fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi \u015fi \u00eenseta\u0163i, f\u0103r\u0103 plat\u0103.
\nRan\u0103 s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd \u015fi balsam totodat\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd e ran\u0103 sufletul s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103 prin lacrimi duios.
\nIar c\u00e2nd e balsam \u00eel une\u015fte cu Dumnezeu,
\nf\u0103c\u00e2ndu-l contemporan cu \u00eengerii din cer.<\/p>\n

M\u00e2na Ta, Doamne, face s\u0103 sune
\nC\u00e2nt\u00e2nd at\u00e2t de frumos \u00eentreg Universul.
\nClipa devine atunci eternitate
\n\u015ei omul se apropie de Tine
\nLuminat, fericit.<\/p>\n

\u00cen limpezi dimine\u0163i \u015fi \u00een prelungi \u00eenser\u0103ri
\nC\u00e2nd lumina m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie piezi\u015f fruntea constelat\u0103
\nDe g\u00e2nduri, ciorchini de luceferi, \u00eentreb\u0103ri,
\nTe-ascult \u015fi inima din nou \u00eencepe s\u0103 bat\u0103.<\/p>\n

3<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u0103-mi c\u00e2t \u00eenc\u0103 liliacul e-n floare
\n\u015ei greierul beat doarme-n frunzi\u015f,
\nC\u00e2t \u00eenc\u0103 din urciorul rev\u0103rsat pe c\u0103rare
\nMiresmele \u0163es un fin p\u0103ienjeni\u015f.<\/p>\n

Spune-mi de \u015ftii, micu\u0163\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103toare,
\nCe-i sufletul ? Un puf de p\u0103p\u0103die care
\nLa prima adiere se tulbur\u0103 \u015fi zboar\u0103 la cer,
\nAbur sub\u0163ire, c\u0103l\u0103tor?
\nSpune-mi, tu, ce-i? De nu r\u0103sare
\nNimic din noi dup\u0103 ce-am plecat.
\n\u0162\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 doar \u015fi pulbere \u00een zbor?
\nUmbra ce-o las\u0103 pe c\u00e2mpuri, un nor?
\nNimic din toate acestea. \u015ei totu\u015fi…<\/p>\n

Dar Domnul Care-a murit \u015fi a-nviat
\nNe-a spus: \u201eAve\u0163i n\u0103dejde \u015fi credin\u0163\u0103 \u00een Mine,
\n\t\t\t\t\tave\u0163i!\u201d
\nNu-i totul pierdut, dup\u0103 c\u00e2t mi se pare,
\nMi-o spune \u015fi dulcea ta minunat\u0103 c\u00e2ntare.
\nNu-i n\u0103lucire, nici \u00een\u015felare, nici vis:
\nNe vom re\u00eent\u00e2lni acolo cu to\u0163ii \u00een Paradis!<\/p>\n

C\u0103r\u0103rile duc\u00e2nd la sfinte izvoare
\nS-au \u00eenmiresmat sub copaci \u00een \u00eenserare.
\nCodrul b\u0103tr\u00e2n v\u00e2rsta \u00een aur \u00ee\u015fi schimb\u0103
\nRepet\u00e2nd la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit dulcea ta limb\u0103!…<\/p>\n

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