{"id":17450,"date":"2022-03-08T23:58:26","date_gmt":"2022-03-08T20:58:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17450"},"modified":"2022-03-09T10:00:54","modified_gmt":"2022-03-09T07:00:54","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-41-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17450","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 23 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Manuela Camelia SAVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

8 februarie \u2013 44<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen tine bate ora exact\u0103
\ncifrele se adun\u0103 ca solda\u021bii pe front<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103ie\u015fti aici \u0219i acum
\nMai multe vie\u021bi
\nMai multe pove\u0219ti
\nTot at\u00e2tea gre\u0219eli
\nTot at\u00e2tea iubiri<\/p>\n


\nZile \u0219i nop\u021bi<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd vine o nou\u0103 zi
\nte recuno\u0219ti \u00een criv\u0103\u021bul visului<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd vine o armat\u0103 nou\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri
\nla grani\u021ba dimine\u021bii
\n\u00ee\u021bi acapareaz\u0103 inima<\/p>\n

Teritoriile s\u00e2ngelui sunt acoperite de z\u0103pada zodiilor
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 viru\u0219i
\nse na\u0219te r\u0103zboiul
\nDavai ceas
\nDavai palton<\/p>\n


\nPrim\u0103var\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copiii z\u00e2mbesc ca florile
\npetalele soarelui \u00ee\u021bi \u00eenc\u0103lzesc sufletul
\n\u00eei str\u00e2ngi \u00een bra\u021be pe to\u021bi<\/p>\n

Degetele lor firave deseneaz\u0103 conturul
\nunei vie\u021bi<\/p>\n


\nZodie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu unghiile scrijelesc zidul l\u0103cuit
\nZac pove\u0219ti \u00eentre cr\u0103p\u0103turile c\u0103r\u0103mizii
\nCe-a\u0219 putea spune \u00een plus…<\/p>\n


\nDeclin<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00censerarea coboar\u0103
\n\u00een mine
\nca un perpetuum mobile
\nDealul se \u00eenclin\u0103 sub pa\u0219ii mei lini<\/p>\n

Clopotele alung\u0103 demonii
\nUnul singur r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u2013 Iubirea<\/p>\n


\nCitadin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt cet\u0103\u021bean cu masc\u0103
\nTramvaiul 23 vireaz\u0103
\n\u00een intersec\u021bie spre Valea speran\u021bei
\nFrigul ne alung\u0103 pe to\u021bi in fl\u0103c\u0103rile iubirii
\nAlerg\u0103m s\u0103 nu pierdem culoarea verde a semaforului
\nPeisajul nu are \u00eenceput
\nNu are nici sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\nValentin e Sf\u00e2ntul cu mai multe inimi
\nEl tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een pia\u021ba cu flori<\/p>\n


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

M\u0103\u0219tile ascund toate fe\u021bele
\nRestric\u021biile \u00eenvelesc sufletele cu aburi
\n\u0218obolanii merg pe culoarele unice
\nEu merg pe culoarul unic
\nO h\u00e2rtie e scanat\u0103 apoi alta \u0219i mereu altele
\n\u00cen telefoane nu au curaj s\u0103 se uite
\nDar le scaneaz\u0103 cu interes la intrare
\nDup\u0103 albastru te pierzi
\nAi putea s\u0103 ie\u0219i din \u00eentuneric
\n \u00eendr\u0103znind s\u0103 treci bariera
\nPe unde iadul trimite fl\u0103c\u0103rile spre noi
\nLa grani\u021b\u0103 s-au \u00eenz\u0103pezit declara\u021biile belicoase<\/p>\n


\nMihaela Roxana BOBOC<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00cenceput de februarie <\/strong><\/p>\n

printre figurine de lemn
\nm\u00e2inile mele f\u0103r\u0103 ast\u00e2mp\u0103r
\nc\u0103r\u021bile de psihologie pe care le \u00eencep,
\nr\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd,
\nca apoi s\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ez
\nromanul pe care \u00eel voi scrie c\u00e2ndva
\ndup\u0103 ce voi fi ie\u0219it din str\u00e2nsoarea acestei iubiri
\ncare m-a ucis \u00eenainte s\u0103 m\u0103 nasc
\nfemeie \u00een trupul poeziei
\npictez copacul vie\u021bii \u00een rogvaiv
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la tine
\nla cum m\u0103 prive\u0219ti de parc\u0103 aburul iese din gura mea
\nodat\u0103 cu sufletul
\n\u00een acest tunel unde singura lumin\u0103 vine \u00een zori
\nmult timp dup\u0103 ce am s\u0103rutat absen\u021ba ta
\n\u00een poeme la minut.
\nAm pierdut o noapte \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u021bi prind urma
\nc\u00e2nd tu erai \u00een clopotul dimine\u021bii,
\npe muchia dintre cuvinte \u0219i respira\u021bii
\n\u00een locul unde Tania se mira de distan\u021ba scurt\u0103
\n\u00eentre t\u0103cere \u0219i c\u00e2ntec
\nascult un poem de februarie
\ncum \u00ee\u0219i leap\u0103d\u0103 triste\u021bea \u00een mine. <\/p>\n


\nUnde \u00eencape fericirea<\/strong><\/p>\n

Este mar\u021bi
\nascult la c\u0103\u0219ti Rachmaninoff
\npe fundal \u0219tirile vuiesc \u00eentre covid \u0219i r\u0103zboi
\nlumea \u00eencepe s\u0103 fac\u0103 provizii
\ns\u0103 caute bunc\u0103rul perfect
\nunde s\u0103-\u0219i \u00eengroape frica
\nse caut\u0103 vinova\u021bii se arat\u0103 cu degetul
\ndreptatea se \u00eemparte felii
\ncopiii merg la \u0219coal\u0103
\nau ghiozdanul ticsit \u0219i pe chip o dulce plictiseal\u0103
\n\u00een iarmaroc se caut\u0103 m\u0103run\u021bi\u0219uri
\no femeie alege de pe tarab\u0103 o stof\u0103
\npe care va coase un buzunar
\nunde \u00eencape fericirea
\nse scrie un poem
\npictez mandale
\n\u00eentre punctele multicolore
\nvine prim\u0103vara
\n\u00een fir alb \u0219i ro\u0219u
\nghioceii tresar de sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\no altfel de \u00een\u0103l\u021bare
\ncobor\u00e2rea la lucrurile m\u0103runte
\nnasturii dimine\u021bii se \u00eenchid
\npeste buzunarul mic
\nunde \u00eencape fericirea
\nau t\u0103cut cu to\u021bii
\n\u00een rug\u0103ciune.<\/p>\n


\nLumini\u021ba BRATU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pas\u0103rea de lut <\/strong><\/p>\n

Pene de lut
\navea pas\u0103rea,
\npictorii o colorau,
\nmuzicienii \u00eei c\u00e2ntau,
\nsculptorii \u00eei conturau formele suple,
\napoi a\u0219ezau pas\u0103rea
\n\u00een locuri publice
\nunde ea putea zbura
\ndoar printre g\u00e2ndurile oamenilor,
\ndar penele ei nu str\u0103luceau
\nca soarele,
\nnici trilurile ei nu se auzeau
\nprecum c\u00e2ntecul cioc\u00e2rliei,
\niar aripile ei
\nr\u0103m\u00e2neau nemi\u0219cate,
\npies\u0103 de decor
\n\u00een parcul ora\u0219ului
\npe unde oamenii
\nse plimbau g\u00e2nditori,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103,
\nprea gr\u0103bi\u021bi s\u0103 o priveasc\u0103,
\n\u00een timp ce ploile o sp\u0103lau,
\niernile o ningeau
\ntoamnele o colorau,
\niar ea,
\na\u0219tepta t\u0103cut\u0103 \u0219i trist\u0103
\nca o amintire,
\ntotu\u0219i frumoas\u0103
\ncreat\u0103 de un artist de m\u00e2na a doua. <\/p>\n


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

Caii st\u0103teau nemi\u0219ca\u021bi
\npe linia frontului,
\niar solda\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i \u021bineau scuturile drepte
\n\u00een m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103
\n\u0219i steagurile drept\u0103\u021bii
\n\u00een m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd sunetul trompetei.
\nArca\u0219ii aveau arcuri,
\ntanchi\u0219tii aveau tancuri,
\npeste nori zburau rachete,
\niar oamenii \u00een uniform\u0103
\nluau cu asalt oamenii
\nf\u0103r\u0103 uniform\u0103
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 scuturi
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 steaguri,
\n\u00een numele p\u0103cii promise.
\nB\u0103t\u0103lia nu avea vreun sf\u00e2r\u0219it,
\nnici \u00eenvin\u0219i sau \u00eenving\u0103tori,
\nci doar trupuri
\nl\u0103sate pe c\u00e2mpul de lupt\u0103,
\nudat sporadic
\nde ploile timpurilor
\n\u0219i sc\u0103ldat apoi
\nde razele amurgului t\u00e2rziu,
\nla fel de \u00eens\u00e2ngerat
\nca \u0219i trupurile solda\u021bilor c\u0103zu\u021bi.<\/p>\n


\nTipare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ziua se tip\u0103re\u0219te pe sine
\ncu \u00eenceput \u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219it,
\ncu apus \u0219i r\u0103s\u0103rit,
\ncu g\u00e2nduri \u0219i cuvinte,
\ntipare legate
\nmai departe
\n\u00een fapte.
\n\u00cen palme tipare avem,
\nrepere \u0219i arme purt\u0103m,
\nne-ntip\u0103rim \u00een minte
\nmomente, sim\u021b\u0103minte,
\niar chipul ne e masc\u0103
\nr\u0103mas\u0103 necitit\u0103,
\n\u00een spatele-i trecutul,
\nce spa\u021biu insalubru!
\nascuns, nedemascat
\nce \u00eel purt\u0103m cu sine
\nades mistificat.
\nTiparul unicat
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne neschimbat,
\nCroitorul Demiurg
\nnu ne-a ascuns tiparul,
\nci ni l-a pus pe frunte
\n\u0219i-apoi a tip\u0103rit
\nnemuritoarea umbr\u0103
\n\u00eentoars\u0103 spre zenit. <\/p>\n


\nF\u0103\u021barnice a\u0219tept\u0103ri <\/strong><\/p>\n

El,
\nCel nemuritor,
\ns-a crezut muritor
\no vreme
\n\u0219i, omor\u00e2nd timpul
\ncu inutile a\u0219tept\u0103ri
\na r\u0103nit eternitatea
\ncare
\nprin s\u00e2ngele ei \u0219i-a descoperit
\niert\u0103toare
\nfrumuse\u021bea amurgului. <\/p>\n


\n Florentina Loredana DALIAN <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Octombrie roz<\/strong><\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de departe mireasma acelui octombrie
\n\u00eenve\u0219m\u00e2ntat \u00een culoarea iubirii…
\n\u00een timpane, lovesc sonorit\u0103\u021bi
\naduc\u00e2nd cu trop\u0103itul cailor de step\u0103,
\ntu – pari c\u0103 te-ai sublimat,
\n\u0219tii, e atunci c\u00e2nd solidul se transform\u0103 \u00een gaz
\n\u0219i acesta se duce departe, tot mai departe,
\npeste m\u0103ri \u0219i \u021b\u0103ri,
\npeste r\u0103ni care nu se v\u0103d,
\npeste cuvinte care nu se spun,
\npeste c\u00e2mpii \u0219i mun\u021bi,
\nnemaig\u0103sind drumul \u00eenapoi.
\nUneori, mai r\u0103zbe\u0219te o \u0219oapt\u0103,
\ndar e at\u00e2t de \u00eencet \u0219i-i at\u00e2t de t\u00e2rziu,
\nvine numai pe \u0219est, ori \u00een somn,
\natent\u0103 s\u0103 nu m\u0103 trezeasc\u0103.
\nApoi, \u00een zori, vraja se risipe\u0219te
\nca fumul acelui foc mocnit peste sat,
\n\u00een care sunt arse frunzele, toamna.
\n\u00centors \u00een tine, g\u0103se\u0219ti pe retin\u0103, at\u00e2ta doar,
\nca un ultim semn al unei realit\u0103\u021bi de c\u00e2ndva,
\nimaginea unui octombrie roz…
\nprea t\u00e2rziu,
\nprea devreme,
\nsau prea de tot!<\/p>\n


\nAprilie<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 afund \u00een vise la orele dou\u0103 noaptea,
\nc\u00e2nd podurile de peste Neva se deschid
\n\u00eentr-un spectacol ce asalteaz\u0103 inimile \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bilor.
\nDe-a\u0219 fi printre ei, a\u0219 c\u00e2nta la chitar\u0103,
\nchiar dac\u0103 notele \u00eemi sunt str\u0103ine;
\nc\u00e2ntecele \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bilor n-au nevoie de note,
\nnici de cheia sol,
\ndoar cheia inimii deschide iubirea
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd-o liber\u0103 peste ape,
\ndeasupra fabulosului ora\u0219 \u00een care n-am fost niciodat\u0103
\ndar l-am visat de at\u00e2tea ori
\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103 risipesc \u00eentre vise,
\nla orele dou\u0103 noaptea,
\nora la care se deschid podurile de peste Neva
\n\u0219i inimile celor care \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219esc acelea\u0219i iubiri
\nne\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219ite.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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