{"id":17819,"date":"2022-04-19T20:37:16","date_gmt":"2022-04-19T17:37:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17819"},"modified":"2022-04-19T20:40:04","modified_gmt":"2022-04-19T17:40:04","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-39-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17819","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 39 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Radu C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u0162ARA LUI LAL <\/strong><\/p>\n

La 87 de ani, cu aceea\u015fi vitalitate (de invidiat!) a \u00eenceputurilor, poetul Radu C\u00e2rneci, fiu al plaiurilor r\u00e2mnicene, ne propune, iat\u0103, o rubric\u0103: \u021aara lui Lal, ce va cuprinde crea\u021bii poetice originale \u0219i imagini-foto legate de aceste locuri de legend\u0103, pe care autorul \u0219i le reaminte\u0219te cu nostalgie.<\/p>\n

Zodie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din mijlocul somnului
\nz\u00e2mbeam V\u0103rs\u0103torului
\nf\u0103r\u0103 timp de na\u0219tere
\nspre nici o cunoa\u0219tere.<\/p>\n

Ca o arip\u0103 zburam
\nca o frunz\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 ram
\npeste-ad\u00e2ncul ce lipsea
\nluneca un g\u00e2nd cu stea.<\/p>\n

Spre cap\u0103tul somnului
\nt\u0103ceam V\u0103rs\u0103torului
\ndomn \u00een mine f\u0103r\u0103 trup
\nf\u0103r\u0103-a \u0219ti c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentrup.<\/p>\n

Eram totul: duh frumos
\neram sus \u0219i eram jos
\n joc-nejoc peste t\u0103ceri
\n peste-nalt \u0219i nic\u0103ieri<\/p>\n

\u0218i stam spre cunoa\u0219tere
\n la timpul de na\u0219tere
\n cer\u00e2nd V\u0103rs\u0103torului
\n un cap\u0103t al somnului\u2026<\/p>\n


\nSatul (ne)uitat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Valea-lui-Lal, satul na\u015fterii mele
\ndintre dealuri suind c\u0103tre Dumnezeu;
\nacolo mi-au sur\u00e2s primele stele
\n\u015ei \u2013 mic\u0103-ntre ele \u2013 steaua duhului meu.<\/p>\n

Iarna bogat\u0103 sub v\u00e2nturi rebele;
\nm-au botezat \u00een p\u00e2r\u00e2ul C\u00e2ln\u0103u
\nnumindu-m\u0103 Radu (cu p\u0103rul inele
\n\u015fi ochii de frunz\u0103 amar\u0103 \u2013 mereu…)<\/p>\n

Deja la cinci ani \u00een\u015firam poezii
\nc\u0103 se uimeau bunicii de c\u00e2ntare
\niar mama se ruga \u015fi da liturghii
\nca puiul s\u0103-i fie de ascultare!<\/p>\n

Da, cele trei ursitoare-au fost bune:
\nm-au d\u0103ruit cu minune…<\/p>\n


\nP\u00e2r\u00e2ul fermecat <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2ln\u0103ul meu, p\u00e2r\u00e2u cu ap\u0103 dulce
\ncu pe\u015fti\u015fori de-argint \u00een veri dans\u00e2nd,
\ncu dealul Urlea v\u00e2rfuind o cruce,
\ncu plopii s\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-te pe prund.<\/p>\n

Ce drag ne-ai fost! Ce b\u0103l\u0103celi n\u0103uce
\n\u015fi ce furtuni \u00een huiet detun\u00e2nd,
\nce viituri cu apele buluce,
\nce amintiri \u00een sufletul pl\u0103p\u00e2nd!<\/p>\n

Atunci erai c\u00e2t Dun\u0103rea, mai mare
\nde\u015fi ne ajungeai doar p\u00e2n\u0103-n br\u00e2u,
\nte b\u0103nuiam \u00een lunga dep\u0103rtare
\nlin leg\u0103n\u00e2nd ca valuri largi de gr\u00e2u!<\/p>\n

Ce mai faci, tu, p\u00e2r\u00e2u de borangic,
\nerai fl\u0103c\u0103u atunci, acum bunic!?<\/p>\n

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Hram, toamna <\/strong><\/p>\n

Toamna, uneori, de prea mult soare
\np\u00e2lp\u00e2ie apele mor\u021bilor din veac
\napele mor\u021bilor peste dealurile seci
\npeste satul cu p\u0103duri pietrite
\nacolo pe valea de secet\u0103 \u0219i dragoste<\/p>\n

\u0218i codrii sunt uria\u0219i dedesubt
\nca satul uria\u0219 de sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt:
\ne un sat f\u0103r\u0103 margini \u0219i frumos
\nsat mo\u0219nean cu sigilii \u00een lege
\nde mii de ani sat pe valea C\u00e2ln\u0103ului<\/p>\n

(\u2026Seara, acolo, de S\u00e2mb\u0103ta mor\u021bilor
\ns-aprind lum\u00e2n\u0103rele din cear\u0103 curat\u0103
\ndin cea mai curat\u0103 cear\u0103, a\u0219a-i obiceiul
\nc\u0103ci vin str\u0103bunicii la praznic
\n\u0219i str\u0103bunicile vin s\u0103 ne vad\u0103<\/p>\n

Noi nu-i z\u0103rim, ci-i presupunem doar
\nprintre noi la mas\u0103 printre noi la hor\u0103;
\nsunt ni\u0219te b\u0103rba\u021bi ce se leag\u0103n\u0103 m\u00e2ndri
\nsunt ni\u0219te femei frumoase \u0219i d\u00e2rze
\ncare se m\u0103ritau numai din dragoste\u2026)<\/p>\n

\u2026Atunci, dinspre Chiciura \u0219i Iernatica
\ndin \u0219apte sate sosesc neamurile noastre
\nb\u0103rba\u021bi b\u0103tu\u021bi de v\u00e2nturi \u0219i femei aprige
\ndin \u0219apte sate \u0219i de mai departe sosesc
\noamenii p\u0103m\u00e2nturilor aspre \u0219i-ad\u00e2nci.<\/p>\n

E o adunare de rude p\u00e2n\u0103-n al zecelea neam
\n\u0219i printre ei b\u0103tr\u00e2nii ca o triste\u021be veche;
\nse bea, \u0219i se m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103, \u0219i se chiuie, \u0219i-i hor\u0103
\nse fur\u0103 fete de m\u0103ritat, \u0219i se pleac\u0103 acas\u0103 \u2013
\niar eu \u00eent\u00e2rzii la sfat cu mor\u021bii mei<\/p>\n

\u0218i se las\u0103 noaptea iar ei m-ascult\u0103 privindu-m\u0103
\napoi se ridic\u0103 pe r\u00e2nd, c\u00e2te unul, c\u00e2te doi
\na\u0219a cum au venit, cu dragostea lor de p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i nepo\u021bi
\nbucur\u00e2ndu-se c\u0103 ne-au v\u0103zut, pleac\u0103
\n\u0219i-n cimitir luminile se sting una c\u00e2te una\u2026, c\u00e2te una\u2026<\/p>\n


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

Acum vin mun\u021bii c\u0103tre noi vuind
\nprin mari z\u0103pezi p\u0103durile pogoar\u0103
\n\u0219i t\u00e2mpla intr\u0103-n vreme de argint
\niar g\u00e2ndul se-ad\u00e2nce\u0219te \u00een comoar\u0103<\/p>\n

Din ce\u021buri se desprind \u0219i vin femei
\n\u2013 miresme zvelte de p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i soare
\nstr\u0103vechi, sun\u00e2nd, m\u0103rgele \u0219i cercei
\n\u0219i colind\u00e2nd la geamul de r\u0103coare<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bi viteji dinspre cet\u0103\u021bi apar
\ncu semnele izb\u00e2nzilor pe fe\u021be
\n\u0219i e \u00een vocea lor un dulce-amar
\n\u0219i mu\u0219c\u0103 v\u00e2nturi b\u0103rbile-ndr\u0103zne\u021be<\/p>\n

De peste tot colind\u0103torii vin
\n\u2013 de mun\u021bi e hora, de c\u00e2mpii \u0219i ape \u2013
\nnestins, din veacuri, leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-mi lin
\nCarpa\u021bii demni \u0219i Dun\u0103rea, aproape<\/p>\n

\u0218i casa-mi e cu acoperi\u0219u-n cer
\n\u2013 Tu, draga mea, p\u0103trunde-m\u0103 cu veghe
\nc\u0103ci patru puncte cardinale-mi cer
\ncolind \u00een slav\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 de pereche\u2026<\/p>\n

(\u2026 Dar ce frumos b\u0103rba\u021bii leg\u0103n\u00e2nd
\n\u00een dor c\u00e2ntat femeile m\u0103iestre
\n\u00eemi intr\u0103-n cas\u0103, s\u00e2ngele-mi p\u0103trund
\n\u0219i cerul st\u0103, cu stelele-n ferestre!\u2026)<\/p>\n

\u2013 Haidem \u0219i noi \u00een corul nesf\u00e2r\u0219it!
\n\u2013 sunt duh de munte eu, tu e\u0219ti balad\u0103 \u2013
\niar clopotele sun\u0103 fericit
\n\u0219i-ncep, noian, z\u0103pezile s\u0103 cad\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

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Fiul lui Zamolxe <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 Superb, \u00een v\u00e2rf, c\u0103delni\u021bam arome
\n vale de aer leg\u0103n\u00e2nd sonor
\n\u0219i explodau \u00een mine, policrome
\n z\u0103pezile din timpul trec\u0103tor<\/p>\n

\u00cenalt de ceruri cobora \u00een cre\u0219tet
\n prin frunte ve\u0219nicii efluviind
\n purific\u00e2ndu-mi clipele de ve\u0219ted
\n\u0219i t\u00e2mplele de t\u00e2mple de argint<\/p>\n

Cremene-n t\u0103lpi \u0219i fulgere \u00een palme
\n \u00eentregul respira \u00een mine: miez
\ncu mun\u021bii demni, \u00een imnurile calme
\n desf\u0103\u0219uram \u0219i-nf\u0103\u0219uram un crez<\/p>\n

Frumos de duh sta s\u00e2ngele-n amiaz\u0103
\n un arc era \u00een nervi, iar peste nervi
\n psalmodia st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 buna piaz\u0103:
\nt\u00e2rziul cor al du\u0219ilor mei servi<\/p>\n

Oh, \u0219i sim\u021beam \u00een mine nemurirea
\nCu Soarele dans\u00e2nd pe Kogheon
\n \u00een patru z\u0103ri eram nem\u0103rginirea
\nde la Zamolxe str\u0103lucind \u0219i domn<\/p>\n

Fertilizam fecioarele \u0219i glia
\niar apele le-mbog\u0103\u021beam cu vie\u021bi
\n\u0219i izbucnea de st\u00e2nc\u0103 poezia
\nc\u00e2nd coapsele-mi n\u0103\u0219teau pe \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Era o vreme f\u0103r\u0103 de prihan\u0103
\ndin mine ondul\u00e2nd \u0219i-n mine st\u00e2nd
\niar noaptea se topea-n s\u0103ge\u021bi, strihan\u0103
\n pierz\u00e2ndu-se \u00een v\u0103ile de g\u00e2nd\u2026<\/p>\n

Sublim, \u00een pisc, oficiam de soare
\n nem\u0103rginirea leg\u0103n\u00e2nd cu dor
\n\u00een sus, \u00een jos, minune domnitoare
\n eu, ve\u0219nicul de via\u021b\u0103 d\u0103t\u0103tor\u2026<\/p>\n


\nElegie de piatr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cruce din crucea v\u00e2nturilor, neagr\u0103
\n semn al s\u00e2ngelui \u00een dealul de cer
\n trece timpul prin tine \u0219i nu te doare
\n drumul de stele
\ndrumul ce moare.<\/p>\n

(De departe venind, ca o pas\u0103re obosit\u0103
\n aripile \u021bi le tragi \u00eenl\u0103untrul pietrei
\nad\u00e2nc, s\u0103 acopere inima ucisului
\ndrumul pl\u00e2nsului
\ndrumul \u00eenvinsului\u2026)<\/p>\n

Semne ciudate, c\u00e2ntec de moarte s\u0103pat
\n sau de laud\u0103 vorbe, nume de neam
\n tocit\u0103 carte de piatr\u0103 coboar\u0103 sub tine
\n drumul tat\u0103lui meu
\ndrumul meu, m\u00e2ine\u2026<\/p>\n


\nVast\u0103 rotire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Munte cu vulturul \u00eenalt
\n\u2013 tu, cap al meu suind prin grele
\nn\u0103l\u021bimi c\u00e2nd astrele-\u0219i tresalt\u2019
\nabia z\u0103ritele inele \u2013<\/p>\n

Spre tine cerurile roi
\n alearg\u0103 ame\u021bind t\u0103cerea
\n prin vasta zare f\u0103r\u0103 ploi
\n mereu \u0219i c\u0103ut\u00e2nd durerea<\/p>\n

\u0218i \u00eengeri vin cu \u00eenger\u00e8le
\n pe doruri n\u0103zuind \u00een jos
\njur \u00eemprejur e praf de stele
\n arhanghelii ucid frumos<\/p>\n

Jur \u00eemprejur, de aer, zeii \u2013
\n\u2013 tu, cap al meu, tu vultur demn
\n te-nal\u021bi sublim c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd ideii
\n\u00een fulger flac\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i semn<\/p>\n

\u0218i f\u0103r\u0103 timp abisuri grele
\n\u00een juru-\u021bi pier spre dorul alt
\n\u0219i \u00eengeri vin cu \u00eenger\u00e8le
\n\u0219i cad superb \u2013 tu arzi \u00eenalt\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u201e…Pe linia romantismului eminescian, \u00eentors spre vechimea autohton\u0103 \u0219i v\u00e2rsta mitologic\u0103 a istoriei, fantezia lui Radu C\u00e2rneci plonjeaz\u0103 \u00eentr-o fabuloas\u0103 realitate dacic\u0103, suger\u00e2nd, cu mijloacele unei poezii curate \u0219i directe, vitalitatea \u0219i durata neamului \u00een libera desf\u0103\u0219urare a for\u021belor naturii, sub privirea tutelar\u0103 a lui Zamolxe\/…\/ O pies\u0103 cu totul excep\u021bional\u0103 pentru aceast\u0103 coordonat\u0103 a liricii romantice a lui Radu C\u00e2rneci este, desigur, Poem de tain\u0103. Viziunea e fantastic\u0103, de aspect p\u0103g\u00e2n, antropomorfic. Aceasta e o dominant\u0103 a poeziei sale, cum observ\u0103 \u0219i Constantin C\u0103lin \u00eentr-o substan\u021bial\u0103 cronic\u0103 la volumul Iarba verde, acas\u0103 (cf. Ateneu, nr.1, 1969). Str\u0103bunii trecu\u021bi \u00een moarte reapar peste timp ca ni\u0219te fantasme protectoare, convorbind lini\u0219tit cu urma\u0219ii despre n\u0103zuin\u021bele lor surpate de vitregii. Impresia e a unei lirici dense, venite din straturile ad\u00e2nci ale sensibilit\u0103\u021bii poetului: \u201ePloua, erau ni\u0219te b\u0103rba\u021bi aspri, palide voci\/ unul avea o gaur\u0103-n piept, altul \u00een t\u00e2mpl\u0103,\/ ceilal\u021bi, arhangheli pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt: unul suspina dup\u0103 o fat\u0103,\/ altul m\u0103-ntreb\u0103 de-o femeie frumoas\u0103,\/ unul poftea o can\u0103 cu vin ro\u0219u, poftea o \u021bigar\u0103\/ \u0219i to\u021bi m\u0103 sorbeau din ochii f\u0103r\u0103 de soare,\/ de lini\u0219te st\u00e2nd, \u00een obraji linii de moarte\u201d. La ceas de tain\u0103, umbrele \u00eenainta\u0219ilor se retrag solemn \u00een vegeta\u021bia acestui p\u0103m\u00e2nt, poetul suger\u00e2nd cu o remarcabil\u0103 for\u021b\u0103 artistic\u0103 ideea de continuitate \u00eentre genera\u021bii, permanen\u021ba spiritual\u0103 a poporului \u00eencercat adesea de restri\u0219te:
\n\u201cunul intr\u0103 \u00eentr-un stejar, altul \u00eentr-un fag,\/ unul se f\u0103cu st\u00e2nc\u0103, altul brad, cel t\u00e2n\u0103r\/ se sub\u021bie \u00eentr-o floare\u2026 Eram de t\u0103cere \u0219i spaim\u0103,\/ ploua domol, ploua spre toamn\u0103, ad\u00e2nc \u0219i statornic,\/ pl\u00e2nsei amar, \u00eendelung \u0219i \u00eencepui s\u0103 s\u0103rut m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse ale copacilor\u2026\u201d
\nMihai Dr\u0103gan<\/strong>: Poezia lui Radu C\u00e2rneci<\/em> (Cronica, anul V, nr.1\/ 3 ianuarie 1970)<\/p>\n

\u201e…Poetul \u00eencearc\u0103 de ast\u0103 dat\u0103 o cobor\u00e2re spre zona \u00eenceputurilor \u00een c\u0103utarea esen\u0163elor, a originii arhetipale, peste care s-a a\u015fternut inert\u0103 curgerea timpului. Gestul e \u00eenso\u0163it de marea triste\u0163e a necuno\u015ftin\u0163ei, a condi\u0163iei noastre totu\u015fi limitate: …\u201d…Zamolxe\/ s-a ascuns \u00een miezul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului\/ \u015fi cade peste s\u00e2ngele meu o durere\/ iar peste noi o crust\u0103 de timp.\u201d(Poem de \u00eenceput). Lacom de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, de a descoperi fa\u0163a nev\u0103zut\u0103 a lucrurilor, chestion\u00e2nd umbrele str\u0103mo\u015filor, poetul \u00eenainteaz\u0103 spre o cetate de piatr\u0103, care nu e dec\u00e2t patria, a c\u0103rei imagine simbolic\u0103, legendar\u0103, apare ca \u00eentr-un rit p\u0103g\u00e2n… Ros de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, dar \u015fi de timp, \u201eca o molie lung\u0103\u201d, poetul aduce mereu vorba, la modul blagian, de \u201eciudatul drum\u201d, de \u201emarginea somnului\u201d, v\u0103z\u00e2nd \u201eun chip f\u0103r\u0103 chip\u201d, trec\u00e2nd \u201edincolo, dulce\u201d. Psalmii sunt aspri, spu\u015fi de o voce b\u0103rb\u0103teasc\u0103, adumbrit\u0103-n bocet, \u00eens\u0103 ajung\u00e2nd la o \u00eemp\u0103care senin\u0103, dincolo de tragic, d\u0103t\u0103toare de poezie…\u201d.
\nAl. S\u0103ndulescu<\/strong>, Oracolul deschis <\/em>(\u201eRom\u00e2nia liber\u0103\u201d, nr. 8449\/9 febr. 1972)<\/p>\n


\nIon RO\u015eIORU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Dor s\u0103 fie str\u0103b\u0103tut<\/strong><\/p>\n

E duminic\u0103. Ora\u015ful f\u0103r\u0103 tine-i mai s\u0103rac:
\nCale spre troi\u0163a veche nu mai are rost s\u0103-mi fac!<\/p>\n

E duminic\u0103. Ora\u015ful p\u00e2n\u0103 ieri a fost bogat:
\nGeamul st\u00e2ng al casei tale parc\u0103 m-a hipnotizat!<\/p>\n

E duminic\u0103. Ora\u015ful gol de tine e bizar:
\nStr\u0103zile-s mai lungi ori poate le m\u0103sor cu pas amar!<\/p>\n

E duminic\u0103. Ora\u015ful e de v\u00e2nt pustiu b\u0103tut:
\nDrumul meu spre tine n-are dor s\u0103 fie str\u0103b\u0103tut!<\/p>\n


\n Aceea\u015fi margine de vid<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acela\u015fi parc. Aceea\u015fi banc\u0103. Acela\u015fi c\u00e2ine vagabond.
\nAcela\u015fi minaret albastru. Acela\u015fi hoge rubicond!<\/p>\n

Acela\u015fi cal. Aceea\u015fi balt\u0103. Acela\u015fi dig. Acela\u015fi plop.
\nAceia\u015fi pesc\u0103ru\u015fi \u00een aer. Acela\u015fi farmacist miop!<\/p>\n

Acela\u015fi cer\u015fetor nevolnic. Acela\u015fi zid. Acela\u015fi birt.
\nAceea\u015fi tu imaginar\u0103. Acela\u015fi \u00eenceput de flirt!<\/p>\n

Acela\u015fi mal. Aceea\u015fi luntre. Acela\u015fi iz de Styx fetid.
\nAcelea\u015fi zaruri deocheate. Aceea\u015fi margine de vid!<\/p>\n


\n Be\u0163i de noi vom fi fugit<\/strong><\/p>\n

De trei zile-n stepa aspr\u0103 v\u00e2ntul n-a mai \u00eencetat:
\n\u00centr-o zi vei fi mireas\u0103. Din r\u0103runchi voi fi oftat!<\/p>\n

Dinspre b\u0103l\u0163ile-nghe\u0163ate criv\u0103\u0163ul s-a \u00eente\u0163it:
\nVei purta hermin\u0103 nou\u0103. Voi fi pl\u00e2ns peste cu\u0163it!!<\/p>\n

Biciui\u0163i de viscol caii s-au oprit \u00een prag de han:
\nPajii or s\u0103-\u0163i poarte trena. Voi fi suspinat avan!<\/p>\n

De vin ro\u015fu-n zori nunta\u015fii \u00een somn greu s-au pr\u0103bu\u015fit:
\n\u00cemi vei fi \u00eentins o cup\u0103. Be\u0163i de noi vom fi fugit!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Radu C\u00c2RNECI \u0162ARA LUI LAL La 87 de ani, cu aceea\u015fi vitalitate (de invidiat!) a \u00eenceputurilor, poetul Radu C\u00e2rneci, fiu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"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\/17819"}],"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=17819"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17819\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17825,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17819\/revisions\/17825"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17819"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17819"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17819"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}