{"id":17217,"date":"2022-02-11T21:35:55","date_gmt":"2022-02-11T18:35:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17217"},"modified":"2022-02-11T21:35:55","modified_gmt":"2022-02-11T18:35:55","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-80-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17217","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 80 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Anna PRISMANOVA <\/strong>
\n (1892 \u2013 1960)<\/em>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Libava (Liepaya, Letonia). Emigreaz\u0103 \u00een 1921, mai \u00eent\u00e2i la Berlin, apoi la Paris. Debut \u00een pres\u0103 – 1923, \u00een almanahul revistei \u201eEpopeea\u201d, editat\u0103 de Andrei Bel\u00eei. Antum \u00eei apar trei volume de versuri: \u201eUmbra \u0219i corpul\u201d (1937), \u201eGemenii\u201d (1946), \u201eSarea\u201d (1949). \u00cempreun\u0103 cu so\u021bul, poetul Aleksandr Ghingher, a fost printre fondatorii grup\u0103rii literare a \u201eformi\u0219tilor\u201d, ce se afla \u00een opozi\u021bie at\u00e2t cu cercul lui D. Merejkovski \u0219i Z. Ghipius, c\u00e2t \u0219i cu promotorii \u201enotei pariziene\u201d. \u00cen fond \u201eformi\u0219tii\u201d se orientau spre principiile poetice specifice crea\u021biei Marinei \u021avetaeva \u0219i celei a lui Boris Pasternak. Unii exege\u021bi au remarcat \u00een versurile Annei Prismanova tendin\u021be suprarealiste. Saturat\u0103 de metafore, crea\u021bia ei trece sub semnul \u201epoeziei dificile\u201d.<\/p>\n

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

***<\/p>\n

Lui Aleksandr Ghingher<\/em><\/p>\n

Doar arareori el vede labele musafirului mi\u021bos.
\nPe ghea\u021ba \u00een topire, pe mantil\u0103 cadrilul cine-l joac\u0103?
\nO, agita\u021bia \u0219i urletul ur\u0219ilor, sf\u0103r\u00e2matele lor oase
\n\u0218i ultimul fitil futil ob\u021binut dintr-o cal\u0103 posac\u0103.
\nO, ceas, c\u00e2nd \u00een fa\u021ba orchestrei, icnind, danseaz\u0103 perechi,
\nC\u00e2nd la marginea lumii e lini\u0219te virgin\u0103, deplin\u0103.
\n\u00cen pustiu, pe brusture, \u00een n\u0103duf, e doar puf de bod\u00e2rlan.
\nGhe\u021burile sunt private de pestri\u021be fenomene (cozi de p\u0103un).
\nDoar soarele cald, prim\u0103vara, le mai schimb\u0103 conturul,
\nDoar povara r\u0103spl\u0103\u021bii pe potriv\u0103 munca o \u00eencunun\u0103,
\nDoar \u00een urma lacrimilor h\u00e2rtia schimb\u0103 caligrafia.
\nDoar gerul n\u0103bu\u0219ind asuprit spulber\u0103 mi\u0219carea apei, spuma.
\n (1936)<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Demen\u021bilor! Nici eu nu \u0219tiu,
\nNu \u0219tiu pe ce drum r\u0103t\u0103cesc –
\nSpre negru abis de m\u0103 \u00eendrept,
\nSpre moarte sigur\u0103 sau, poate,
\nSpre paradis, \u00eencaltea,
\nA\u0219 putea cu mine s\u0103 v\u0103 duc.
\nCe s\u0103lbatic\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nare
\nNe-a legat, ca vigilent du\u0219man,
\nMi-e sp\u0103imoas\u0103-aceast\u0103 fidelitate
\n\u0218i credin\u021ba jur\u0103mintelor de foc.
\nAbia de v\u0103 ve\u021bi aminti
\nUnde-a fost s\u0103 v\u0103 duc c\u00e2ndva,
\n\u00cen ce loc ne-am pomenit
\nOrbec\u0103ind \u00eendelung
\nCa \u00eentr-o subteran\u0103 cu u\u0219a zidit\u0103
\nCu smolit e\u0219afod \u00een neagr\u0103 or\u0103.
\n\u0218i ce ru\u0219ine cu mine a\u021bi \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit
\n\u0218i ale mu\u021beniei mele vremuri fade…
\nVoi ve\u021bi fi, voi sunte\u021bi, voi a\u021bi fost,
\nIar eu sunt steaua care cade.<\/p>\n


\nTrompeta<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pentru ne-via existen\u021b\u0103
\nfost-am dat\u0103 de soart\u0103:
\nmai mult nu cunosc pasiuni \u0219i-n lupt\u0103
\nfericirea n-o cuceresc vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mama buza ei mi-a dat,
\ntat\u0103l – cornetul s\u0103u acustic,
\npentru ca s\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gesc trompet\u0103, corn
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103tor \u00een fanfar\u0103, fantastic.<\/p>\n

Nop\u021bile, nu \u021bi se mai trezesc pasiuni,
\nnu mai \u021bii minte-a zilei bun\u0103tate, corvoad\u0103,
\nsuflete, c\u00e2nd lumina apusului
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103 din arama \u00eencujbat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cencurajat\u0103 de soart\u0103,
\n\u00eenso\u021bit\u0103 de vise, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce ziua veni,
\nune\u0219te gura mea cu trompeta, cu cornul
\n\u0219i sunet, \u0219i lumin\u0103 cu noi, ale noastre vor fi.<\/p>\n


\nVladimir PRUSSAK <\/strong>
\n (1895 \u2013 1918)<\/em>
\n\"\"

A avut oarecare afinit\u0103\u021bi cu egofuturistul Igor Severianin, fapt remarcat \u0219i de Nikolai Gumiliov \u00een recenzia la cartea \u201eFlori la gunoi\u0219te\u201d (Petersburg, 1915). \u0218i totu\u0219i, cea mai mare parte din poemele lui Prussak nu are nimic \u00een comun cu Severianin, ceea ce confirm\u0103 cu prisosin\u021b\u0103 al doilea s\u0103u volum de versuri (fiind \u0219i ultimul) \u201eCruce de lemn\u201d (Irkursk, 1917), diferit esen\u021bial de primul, \u00een care p\u0103rea interesant\u0103 tendin\u021ba de a \u00eembina stilul egofuturist cu tematica politic\u0103 la zi.
\nA fost implicat \u00een ac\u021biunile din ilegalitate ale Partidului Sociali\u0219tilor Revolu\u021bionari (eSeR), fapt pentru care suport\u0103 deportarea \u00een Siberia. \u00cen primele zile ale lunii februarie 1918 se \u00eentoarce la Petrograd, fiind printre organizatorii \u201e\u0218colii libere\u201d, \u00eens\u0103, din nefericire, avea s\u0103 se sting\u0103 de tifos exantematic.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Futuristului<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen asonan\u021be e\u0219ti saltimbanc sadea
\nCe ai furat constela\u021bii minunate.
\n\u021ai se pune la cale judecat\u0103 aspr\u0103,
\nNepref\u0103cut\u0103 r\u0103zbunare, prea poate. <\/p>\n

\u0218i totu\u0219i, r\u0103m\u00e2i zeu \u00eentru adev\u0103r,
\n\u00cenve\u0219m\u00e2ntat \u00een murdare zdren\u021be.
\n\u00ce\u021bi h\u0103r\u0103zesc palat fistichiu colorat;
\nPe e\u0219afod te v\u0103d pizmuitori demen\u021bi.<\/p>\n

T\u0103inuie\u0219te-\u021bi cutez\u0103toarele n\u0103zuin\u021be
\nSub v\u0103lul supersti\u021biei discrete,
\nFii m\u0103sc\u0103rici de dragul frumuse\u021bii,
\nProfaneaz\u0103-n discu\u021bii secrete.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n \u00eenfr\u00e2ngeri, \u0219i \u00een victorii
\nR\u0103m\u00e2i ca un neutru spectator,
\nPoet \u00eenc\u0103 necunoscut de mul\u021bi
\nDeja cuget\u0103tor luat peste picior.<\/p>\n

(1915)<\/em><\/p>\n

\u0218ifonierul bunicii<\/strong><\/p>\n

E timpul s\u0103 uit\u0103m \u0219ifonierul de stejar.
\n\u00cen el au r\u0103mas doar notele unei roman\u021be vechi
\nCu remarca: \u201eA nu uita nuan\u021ba\u201d
\n\u0218i – potolirea nelini\u0219titelor credin\u021be \u2013
\nO hart\u0103 roas\u0103 pentru pasien\u021b\u0103
\n\u0218i \u00eenc\u0103 dou\u0103 blide de faian\u021b\u0103 stins\u0103,
\nPe ele – flori \u0219i bravul coco\u0219, zis Chanticleer… <\/p>\n

Toate flecu\u0219te\u021bele, festine paseiste
\nE timpul a le p\u0103r\u0103si \u00een ad\u00e2nc\u0103 uitare,
\nMai jos \u2013 albumul \u00een care un ofi\u021ber t\u00e2n\u0103r
\nSau fante de prin Provence, poate,
\n\u00cencondeia cuvinte de-nfl\u0103c\u0103rate stan\u021be,
\nSemn\u00e2nd cu: \u201eR\u0103zvr\u0103titul Agasfer\u201d,
\nIar ceva mai jos: \u201eProstu\u021bul Sancho Panza.
\nE timpul s\u0103 uit\u0103m, mon\u0219er\u201d. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

De azi \u00eencolo nu mai sunt mag, fardat decent.
\nImediat am \u0219i \u00eencheiat chestiuni cam obsedante.
\nSe f\u0103cu a bucurie, spectru multicolor, orbitor.
\nTrupuri cutez\u0103toare \u2013 cu mult desc\u0103tu\u0219ate.<\/p>\n

Poe\u021bi lumino\u0219i! Vom \u00eencropi aproape dement
\nHarem \u00eempodobit cu poeme fastuoase,
\nSpre-a se jena, ro\u0219ind, vajnici filistini \u0219i
\nA se pierde-n lume norme cuviincioase.<\/p>\n

Duduile cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri m\u00e2ndre \u0219i gra\u021bioase,
\nCu rigori corecte capcane-au manipulat.
\nBonton, maniere-alese se-neac\u0103-n mimoze!
\nFecioria salt\u0103 \u00een cancan cam ciudat!<\/p>\n

Melodii u\u0219oare \u00een rev\u0103rs\u0103ri \u0219i gaguri.
\nStatuie de marmur\u0103 \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie liliac.
\n\u00cenfl\u0103c\u0103rat se-nal\u021b\u0103 sterilitatea lumii,
\nSe a\u0219terne lascivul jind al sirenei \u00een iatac.<\/p>\n

Chefuri dup\u0103 chefuri! Orgii dup\u0103 orgii!
\nLorelei ia locul gr\u0103sunei dansatoare!
\nDe\u0219tep\u021bi vom fi pe urm\u0103, s\u0103tui de \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103ri,
\nRegi vor c\u0103dea pe g\u00e2nduri \u2013 putred\u0103 oroare!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Chiar s\u0103 fie pierdut\u0103 miza de-o via\u021b\u0103?
\nImpuls ne\u00eenflorit e \u00eengropat pe veci?
\nNe vedeam la \u00eentrunirile conspirative eSeR*.
\nEu t\u0103r\u0103g\u0103nam \u00eenadins, \u00eenconjur\u00e2nd locul.
\nEu – orator de partid. Dumneata – oponenta mea.
\nDiscu\u021bia grav\u0103 nu r\u0103mase dec\u00e2t uvertur\u0103.
\nFire\u0219te, suntem camarazi. Dar existau momente…
\nDar existau momente de a\u0219tept\u0103ri azurii.
\n\u021ai se p\u0103reau eroi to\u021bi cei din comitet,
\nAi fi vrut s\u0103 te asemui partinicilor o\u021beli\u021bi… Peste
\nCaractere de litere \u00ee\u021bi oboseau umera\u0219ii cvasiinfantili.
\nPe str\u0103zi, aruncai \u021bip\u0103tul proclama\u021biilor.
\nTrei ani nu ne v\u0103zur\u0103m. R\u00e2su\u2019-pl\u00e2nsu\u2019 destinului.
\nE\u0219ti sor\u0103 de caritate \u00een Lvovul recucerit,
\nEu – premier uitat \u00eentr-un proces de pomin\u0103,
\nEu – cel \u00eendatorat pe via\u021b\u0103 asprei Siberii.
\nDumneata treb\u0103luie\u0219ti \u00een careta sanitar\u0103:
\nBandajezi, preg\u0103te\u0219ti seringi, medicamente…
\nT\u00e2n\u0103rul nostru c\u00e2nt nu a fost cli\u0219eu anodin:
\nValsuri lirice sufocate-n laitmotivul durerii.
\n\u00cen Irkutskul fad eu graseiez despre Bismarck,
\nPlictisit oarecum la o gheret\u0103 de bancher;
\nDin discurs s-au stins sc\u00e2nteierile-ndr\u0103zne\u021be.
\nEu sunt un rigid. Sunt oarecum decolorat.
\nAh, ce imprevizibil e! Dumneata – sor\u0103 de caritate!
\nDumneata cu instinct de r\u0103zvr\u0103tit c\u00e2n\u021bi imnuri.
\nSufletul mi l-au leg\u0103nat, ca muzica lui Verdi,
\nDr\u0103gu\u021bele dumitale scrisorele de-o intimitate serioas\u0103.
\nAi plecat s\u0103 ascul\u021bi chem\u0103rile de moarte ale mitralierelor.
\n\u00cen tran\u0219ee, obosit\u0103 tremuri de frig.
\nDurerea \u00een s\u00e2nge se infiltreaz\u0103 ca un zbor indolent,
\nR\u0103ni\u021bilor smulg\u00e2ndu-le strig\u0103te de muribunzi.
\nSunt indispus, destul de trist. M\u0103 \u00eenchin la icoane,
\nPentru c\u0103 m\u0103 tem: cum te mai sim\u021bi pe pozi\u021bie?
\nDe Irkutsk m\u0103 leag\u0103 paragrafele legii…
\nChiar s\u0103 nu ne \u00eent\u00e2lnim? De r\u0103mas bun, \u00een fine…
\n\u00cemi amintesc cu tandre\u021be, chiar solare amintiri:
\nM\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103unam hazliu, prea m\u0103 vedeam tare.
\n\u00ce\u021bi aminte\u0219ti aroma certurilor noastre?
\n\u021aii minte, glorioasa mea Sonecika,
\nPe \u0219or\u021bul t\u0103u frumos petele de la \u0219apirograf?<\/p>\n

(1915)<\/em>
\n_____
\n*eSeR \u2013 Partidul Sociali\u0219tilor Revolu\u021bionari.<\/p>\n


\nRodica DASC\u0102LU<\/strong><\/p>\n

smerenie<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eencep \u0219i \u00eenchid etape.
\ncorpul fizic se ofile\u0219te
\nireversibil. nu am puterea
\nde a-i opri fireasca \u0219ubrezire. <\/p>\n

prin trup, sufletul exerseaz\u0103
\nc\u0103derea, moartea sau poate
\nurca timid prin smerenie,
\nc\u00e2nd \u00eentreaga crea\u021bie
\nse oglinde\u0219te, intr\u0103 \u00een dialog,
\nne cuprinde \u0219i o cuprindem.<\/p>\n

prin credin\u021b\u0103, harpa cosmic\u0103
\nla care c\u00e2nt\u0103 Dumnezeu,
\nalegem s\u0103-L vedem. <\/p>\n


\nalegere<\/strong><\/p>\n

consum energia divin\u0103
\n\u00eentr-o direc\u021bie neroditoare,
\n\u0219ansa ie\u0219irii la lumin\u0103 exist\u0103. <\/p>\n

un arbore t\u00e2n\u0103r aflat \u00een mijlocul p\u0103durii
\nse pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te. m\u0103 apropii, observ c\u0103 e viu.
\n\u00een timpul c\u0103derii tulpina elastic\u0103 nu s-a fr\u00e2nt. <\/p>\n

pare a fi imaginea mea sau cea
\na oric\u0103rui om \u00eenvins. de\u0219i are
\nsufletul prins \u00een mreaja \u0219ov\u0103ielii
\ne mereu preg\u0103tit s\u0103 aleag\u0103 alt drum.<\/p>\n


\nrug\u0103minte <\/strong><\/p>\n

raiul \u0219i iadul sunt aici, \u00een noi \u00een\u0219ine,
\n\u00een cas\u0103, \u00een locul unde muncim. \u00een fa\u021ba
\nunui om care \u00eemi tulbur\u0103 echilibrul m-a\u0219
\na\u0219eza \u00een genunchi, rug\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

niciun mald\u0103r de obiecte, fie pietre sau
\ndiamante, dac\u0103 nu au sensul na\u0219terii
\nunui suflet din el \u00eensu\u0219i nu justific\u0103
\nun gest at\u00e2t de aprig. destr\u0103marea
\nuniversului interior al celui
\nde l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u00eenseamn\u0103
\na opri roata iubirii.<\/p>\n

calea spre \u201ea fi\u201d este at\u00e2t de anevoioas\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t acceptarea propriei imperfec\u021biuni
\npare alegerea ce poate da und\u0103 verde.<\/p>\n


\nAngela Dina-Mo\u021b\u0103\u021b\u0103ianu <\/strong>
\n\"\"

N\u0102LUCA<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen b\u0103t\u0103tura casei, treptele o-ng\u0103duiau f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eempotrivire \u00een ceasurile de tihn\u0103 ale verii \u0103steia, acum, pe sf\u00e2r\u0219ite… Sofica lui M\u0103r\u0103cine \u021bintea culmea dealului \u0219i a\u0219tepta… numai ea \u0219tiind ce.
\n\tEra molcom\u0103 \u0219i r\u0103bd\u0103toare urm\u0103rind cum soarele se pr\u0103v\u0103lea \u00eencetinel dincolo de muntele ce se pref\u0103cea \u00een umbr\u0103 groas\u0103 \u0219i mustr\u0103toare.
\n\t\u0218i-n \u00eenserarea fumurie, p\u0103rea s\u0103 uite de ce se aciuise \u0219i-azi aici, iar fa\u021ba i se-ntrista, cutele obrajilor ad\u00e2ncindu-se ca ni\u0219te r\u00e2pi \u00een care timpul dus era pitit, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-i \u00een ciud\u0103…
\n\tA\u0219a se n\u0103r\u0103vise de-o vreme… Privea \u00eentr-acolo de cu zori, p\u00e2n\u0103 se-nnegura, \u00eent\u00e2i cerul, apoi, muntele.
\n\tSf\u00e2r\u0219ea-ntotdeauna cu fa\u021ba-necat\u0103, din vederi picur\u00e2ndu-i p\u00e2r\u00e2ia\u0219e de lacrimi…
\n\tDe, de, Sofico! C\u0103-\u021bi c\u0103zu pe chip \u0219i… roua nop\u021bii! Ajung\u0103-\u021bi! Mergi la odaie! se mustra singuric\u0103, mut\u00e2ndu-se pentru o clipit\u0103 \u00een prisp\u0103. De-aci mai trimitea \u00eenspre sus o c\u0103tare, ofta \u0219i se fereca \u00een c\u0103m\u0103ru\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

*
\n\tAdinenea, rezemat\u0103-n ciomag, se s\u0103ltase cu greu chemat\u0103 de o zarv\u0103… C\u0103t\u00e2nd cu ochii loc potrivit de p\u0103\u0219it, apuc\u0103 spre poiata de unde oarele chemau speriate.
\n\tMachea, s\u0103 fi venit vremea dihorului?! \u00eei fulger\u0103 prin cap \u0219i gr\u0103bi c\u00e2t putu.
\n\tDar, nu! N\u0103pasta se pornise dinspre glugu\u021ba de copile\u021bi… pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea se furi\u0219au gr\u0103bi\u021bi doi \u021b\u00e2nci, apuc\u00e2nd-o spre b\u0103rc… iar din josul ei, limbi de foc \u00eei d\u0103deau roat\u0103 c\u0103t\u00e2nd gr\u0103bite spre v\u00e2rf.
\n\tStrig\u00e2nd grozav ca din gur\u0103 de \u0219arpe dup\u0103 ajutor, Sofica astruc\u0103 ciomagul c\u00e2t colo, \u00ee\u0219i lep\u0103d\u0103 cu iu\u021beal\u0103 nea\u0219teptat\u0103 testemelul astup\u00e2nd c\u00e2teva limbi arz\u0103toare, mai pe urm\u0103, \u0219oar\u021bele, oblojind ceva-ceva din cl\u0103n\u021b\u0103neala focului, bolmojind rugi c\u0103tre Bunul P\u0103rinte, s\u0103-i vin\u0103 cu sprijin.
\n\tDe spaime \u0219i de fumuri, abia de mai z\u0103rea, dar mirosul \u0219i sf\u00e2r\u00e2itul tulpinilor de porumb, crudane \u00eenc\u0103, o \u00eenlesneau s\u0103 trudeasc\u0103 \u00een spor, cu toate prepusurile din cap.
\n\tPrin preajm\u0103, i se f\u0103cea, parc\u0103, o umbr\u0103 \u00eenalt\u0103 \u0219i unduioas\u0103, \u00eenfrunt\u00e2nd ca \u0219i ea, p\u0103l\u0103l\u0103ile… \u0219i de care acestea se sfiau, plec\u00e2ndu-se \u00een cenu\u0219\u0103.
\n\tR\u0103bd\u0103 mul\u021bumitoare ajutorul primit, dar oboseala-i \u00eengreuna min\u021bile \u0219i m\u00e2inile p\u00e2rjolite o-mpingeau mai aprig la p\u0103relnice b\u0103nuieli… \u0218i asta, p\u00e2n\u0103-n clipa \u00een care prietenoasa n\u0103luc\u0103, oprit\u0103 o scam\u0103 de vreme, o sfredelise cu lumina privirilor \u0219i, aplec\u00e2ndu-se c\u0103tre d\u00e2nsa, o-mbr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103 \u00eentr-at\u00e2t, ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd o foaie sub\u021bire de tort s-ar fi f\u0103cut una cu ea.
\n\t\u00cen clipa-nv\u0103luirii, Sofica sim\u021bi cum prin vine \u00eei curge \u00een spor apa vie\u021bii, trezind \u00een ea ob\u00e2r\u0219ia de munteanc\u0103!
\n\t\u0218i, dezgolit\u0103 pe-afar\u0103, g\u00e2ndea c\u0103 preaplinul l\u0103untric lucreaz\u0103 cu spor, u\u0219ur\u00e2ndu-i mi\u0219c\u0103rile, asmu\u021b\u00e2ndu-i vedere \u0219i ochi, m\u00e2ng\u00e2indu-i auzul \u00een \u021b\u00e2r\u00e2it de g\u00e2ng\u0103nii…
\n\tMe\u0219teri cu sporire locul, str\u00e2nse-n gr\u0103m\u0103joar\u0103 cenu\u0219a, topind \u00een t\u0103lpi urme de jer\u0103gai… flutur\u00e2nd harnic\u0103 din m\u00e2ini ca din aripi hultanul cu prada \u00een clon\u021b… \u0219i, nici una, nici dou\u0103, sf\u00e2r\u0219i lucrul.
\n\tAbia la f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 o n\u0103uci dovada cea dreapt\u0103, c\u00e2nd scoase-n prip\u0103 ciutura cu ap\u0103!
\n\tM\u0103re fetic\u0103, ce mai p\u0103\u021bi\u0219i?! \u00ee\u0219i iscodi firea, sim\u021bind \u0219i-n palme puterea pielii \u00eentinse.
\n\tGoli apa-n c\u0103ldare \u0219i-o smuci a s\u0103ltare pe clip\u0103, \u00eendemn\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 p\u0103s p\u00e2n\u0103-n tind\u0103…
\n\t\u00centre timp, o lun\u0103 lucie \u0219i mare se-ab\u0103tu peste prispa Sofic\u0103i… \u00eenlesnindu-i s\u0103 vad\u0103 prefacerea la care-ajunsese! \u0218i, umpl\u00e2nd troaca, se l\u0103ie pe de-a r\u00e2ndul de m\u00e2zga negrelii, r\u0103corit\u0103, \u00eenviorat\u0103 ca \u0219i-odinioar\u0103…
\n\t P\u0103trunse-n od\u0103i\u021b\u0103, apuc\u0103 din lad\u0103 straie curate \u0219i le potrivi pe corpul de fat\u0103 ce-l sim\u021bea \u00eentre palme…
\n\tDibuind piapt\u0103nul \u00een firid\u0103, \u00eel trecu \u00eenfericit\u0103 prin pletele n\u0103scute pe clip\u0103 din la\u021bele r\u0103rite de-o vreme… iar din ele, \u00eempleti la iu\u021beal\u0103 dou\u0103 cosi\u021be-n\u0103sprite, groscioare, mirosind a pelinul z\u0103cut \u00een s\u0103punul ce le cur\u0103\u021base, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-\u0219i neacoperit capul…
\n\tLa urm\u0103-\u0219i trase \u00een picioare ciorapi grosu\u021bi \u0219i cipici noi, t\u0103lpui\u021bi cu toval… Or\u00e2ndui locul, se-nchin\u0103 la icoan\u0103, apuc\u00e2nd cu dreapta c\u00e2teva foi de salcie, strecur\u00e2ndu-\u0219i-le \u00een s\u00e2n.
\n\tIe\u0219i ca din pu\u0219c\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 \u0219i casa, \u0219i-ograda…<\/p>\n

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\n\t-Sofico dad\u0103! Ia, ia! F\u0103-te o\u021b\u00e2r\u00e2\u0219ic\u0103 la poart\u0103! se opintea \u00een strigare Leana lui Sp\u00e2nu. Hai, vino degrab\u0103! Sunt \u00een zor!
\n\tAr fi strigat \u00een s\u0103ul ei femeia, de nu s-a fi nimerit pe drum moa\u0219a Neonila care-o dumiri:
\n\t-Strigi de-a oarba! Nici mie nu mi-a r\u0103spuns ieri, \u00een zori… c\u00e2nd trecui la mo\u0219it \u00eenspre vale! Taman atunci ie\u0219ea de la ea din ograd\u0103 o fetic\u0103, \u00eendemn\u00e2nd c\u0103tre coast\u0103! \u0218i ce-i mai sem\u0103na! Ai fi jurat c\u0103-i Sofica la tinere\u021be, nu alta!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Din poezia lumii Anna PRISMANOVA (1892 \u2013 1960) S-a n\u0103scut la Libava (Liepaya, Letonia). Emigreaz\u0103 \u00een 1921, mai \u00eent\u00e2i la<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":17213,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17217"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17217"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17217\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17221,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17217\/revisions\/17221"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}