{"id":17846,"date":"2022-04-21T11:46:48","date_gmt":"2022-04-21T08:46:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17846"},"modified":"2022-04-21T11:46:48","modified_gmt":"2022-04-21T08:46:48","slug":"cenaclul-alexandru-sihleanu-16-aprilie-2022","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17846","title":{"rendered":"Cenaclul Alexandru Sihleanu &#8211; 16 Aprilie 2022"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>BAT CLOPOTELE INIMII DORURILE TOATE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\tS\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, 16 aprilie, ziua Sf. Mc. Agapia, Irina \u0219i Hionia (S\u00e2mb\u0103ta lui Laz\u0103r \u2013 Pomenirea mor\u021bilor), \u0219edin\u021ba Cenaclului literar-artistic \u201eAlexandru Sihleanu\u201d de la Centrul Cultural \u201eFlorica Cristoforeanu\u201d din R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat a debutat cu momentul in memoriam Matinc\u0103 Costea.<br \/>\n\t\u0218i \u00een aceast\u0103 s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 este bine s\u0103-i pomenim pe cei care au plecat dintre noi: Gheorghe \u0218aramet, Grigore Radu St\u0103nescu, \u0218tefan \u0218erb\u0103nescu, Mihai Voicu, Mircea V. Homescu, Matinc\u0103 Costea, Smarandache (Manea) Aghean\u0103. Dumnezeu s\u0103-i odihneasc\u0103 \u00een pace!<br \/>\n\t\u201e(Compara\u021bie) Ger afar\u0103, capul gol,\/ Dar mai calc\u0103 \u0219i pe bec,\/ Pentru scuze un ocol,\/ Cei ce capul lor \u00eei sec! (Doruri grele) Ast\u0103zi dorul iar te cheam\u0103\/ Din trecutu-nvolburat,\/ Dar atent, s\u0103 ia \u00een seam\u0103,\/ I\u021bele s-au \u00eencurcat! (La c\u00e2rcium\u0103) C\u00ee\u021bu, Ciuc\u0103 \u0219i M\u0103ciuc\u0103\/ Merg to\u021bi trei la o cafea,\/ Motivat lipse\u0219te \u201eSuc\u0103\u201d,\/ Toarce fumul din lulea!\u201d (Dumitru Hangu)<br \/>\n\t\u201e(Obezitate) Lupt\u00e2ndu-se cu dieta\/ S\u0103 scape de kilograme\/ A cam \u00eencurcat re\u021beta\/ \u0218i-a sl\u0103bit vreo dou\u0103 grame. (Nu urca c\u00e2t uliul, c\u0103 nu \u0219tii unde cazi) C\u00e2nd ai mintea mai precar\u0103,\/ Po\u021bi s\u0103 urci, dar nu pe scar\u0103,\/ Fiindc\u0103 po\u021bi s-o dai \u00een bar\u0103\/ C\u00e2nd se rupe un cui la scar\u0103. (A uitat de unde a plecat) C\u00e2nd \u00een v\u00e2rf te-ai coco\u021bat\/ Pe a ierarhiei scar\u0103,\/ De m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 ai uitat\/ \u0218i de ruda de la \u021bar\u0103.\u201d (Safta Leaut\u0103, prin telefon de la N\u0103vodari)<br \/>\n\tA urmat lectorul de serviciu, Cristian P\u0103unescu cu un grupaj de poezii. V\u0103 ofer lectura: \u201e(DOAR V\u00c2NTUL \u00ceMI \u0218OPTE\u0218TE NUMELE) U\u0219or se las\u0103 cea\u021ba peste seninul sacru,\/ Giulgiurile de iarn\u0103 se \u021bes sub pleoape grele\/ \u0218i leg\u0103nat de v\u00e2nturi, pe glasuri de masacru\/ M\u0103 plimb pe drumul sadic, al g\u00e2ndurilor mele.\/\/ Nin\u0219ii castani ofteaz\u0103 t\u0103cerea mea t\u0103ioas\u0103,\/ Z\u0103pada sub picioare \u0219opte\u0219te-o simfonie\/ A fulgilor empatici cu vocea odioas\u0103\/ A v\u00e2ntului de iarn\u0103 sufl\u00e2nd prin fiin\u021ba-mi vie.\/\/ Iar silueta nop\u021bii a dramelor cortin\u0103\/ O las\u0103 amintire pe r\u0103nile deschise\/ De al v\u00e2ntului \u021bip\u0103t, rev\u0103rsat ca o vin\u0103\/ Prin venele \u00een care c\u0103r\u0103ri de vid sunt scrise.\/\/ \u0218i-n acest decor straniu lumina cenu\u0219ie\/ Plute\u0219te ca o boare de lun\u0103 tremurat\u0103,\/ Dar \u0219i mai dureroas\u0103, pustia melodie\/ \u00cempr\u0103\u0219tie realul spre visul de-alt\u0103dat\u0103.\/\/ Iar c\u00e2nd dau s\u0103-nchid ochii, mai dulce mi se pare\/ A v\u00e2ntului chemare ce numele-mi \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103\/ Cu o u\u0219oar\u0103 tuse, \u00een voce, \u0219i amare\/ Regrete dezgropate&#8230; f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 cu f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103&#8230; (\u00ceMPU\u0218C\u0102-LUN\u0102) Sunt un \u00eempu\u0219c\u0103-lun\u0103, strecor v\u00e2ntul prin palme,\/ T\u0103if\u0103suiesc cu fluturi \u00een ceasurile grele\/ C\u00e2t e de lung\u0103 ziua spre soare-arunc sudalme\/ \u0218i c\u00e2t de scurt\u0103 noaptea, bezele c\u0103tre stele.\/\/ \u021aes roua dimine\u021bii cu lacrimi izgonite\/ De primul vis pe care lumina \u00eel surprinde\/ C\u00e2nd eu trag iar spre soare s\u0103ge\u021bile smintite\/ P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eenserarea inima \u00eemi aprinde.\/\/ M\u0103sor lenea-n petale culese cu migal\u0103,\/ \u00cen salbe de secunde amurgul p\u00e2n\u0103 pic\u0103\/ Spre nori scuip cu veninuri, spre-amurguri cu domoal\u0103\/ Duio\u0219ie c\u00e2nd luna \u00een sfer\u0103 se ridic\u0103.\/\/ \u00ceng\u00e2n fo\u0219netul ierbii ca flaut de risip\u0103\/ C\u0103tre albastru ura mi-o urc prin priviri dese,\/ Cum v\u0103d c\u0103 noaptea rece prin p\u00e2nze se-nfirip\u0103\/ Palida mea iubit\u0103 aureola-\u0219i \u021bese.\/\/ Sunt un \u00eempu\u0219c\u0103 lun\u0103, cu arcul \u021bintesc tare\/ Am s\u0103ge\u021bi otr\u0103vite cu v\u00e2rful soporific\/ Pentru ginga\u0219a lun\u0103 \u0219i gloan\u021be pentru soare\/ Pe-acesta s\u0103-l dobor vreau, amanta s-o purific\u2026 (OCHII DINTRE FLORI) \u00cen adierea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 a v\u00e2ntului de mai\/ \u0218i un albastru ludic topit \u00een nuan\u021be crude\/ Domol pomii se-ndoaie sub bolta grea de Rai\/ Risipind o mireasm\u0103 de flori \u0219i frunze ude.\/\/ \u00ce\u0219i revars\u0103 salc\u00e2mii dulcea\u021ba colorat\u0103,\/ Fluturi u\u0219ori se cheam\u0103 prin p\u00e2cle leg\u0103nate,\/ Mirosuri vii trec strada \u00een verde-ncins sc\u0103ldat\u0103\/ Gr\u0103dinile \u00een icnet de alb sunt \u00eemb\u0103tate.\/\/ Alene pe sub ramuri tineri \u0219colari se las\u0103\/ Purta\u021bi de ritmul serii \u0219i jocuri f\u0103r\u0103 urme,\/ Pe drumuri \u0219erpuite, \u00eempin\u0219i \u00eencet spre cas\u0103\/ De suflul \u0219i candoarea palorilor nocturne.\/\/ Dimine\u021bi scald\u0103-n rou\u0103 \u0219i aburi iarba moale,\/ Un aer tare trece prin crengile umbroase,\/ \u00cen urechi vaste muzici suspin\u0103 din petale\/ \u0218i o lumin\u0103 cald\u0103 \u021bi se strecoar\u0103-n oase.\/\/ Dintr-o gr\u0103din\u0103 mic\u0103, \u00eentr-un cire\u0219 \u00een floare\/ Iscoditori \u0219i umezi, doi ochi c\u0103prui de fat\u0103\/ Se clatin\u0103 agale, rar leg\u0103na\u021bi de-o boare\/ \u00cen tandem cu o sfoar\u0103 bizar de g\u00e2t legat\u0103&#8230; (SALAMANDRA) Un m\u00e2l umil tenebre-n canale odioase\/ \u00cemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie f\u0103ptura, pl\u0103ceri subcutanate,\/ Pe c\u00e2nd \u00een viul negru micile mele oase\/ Le plimb sub macadamul cu ape cangrenate.\/\/ M\u0103-nchin cu carnea toat\u0103 la umbrele stinghere\/ Ca zeii care jur\u0103 pe ape stigiene,\/ Mi-e tat\u0103 Nyx \u0219i-am mame scurgerile mizere\/ Prin care ochii tulburi se oglindesc alene.\/\/ Fiorduri de-ntuneric str\u0103bat adulterin\u0103,\/ Lucirea cu obscurul o-n\u0219el cu non\u0219alan\u021b\u0103\/ \u0218i n-a\u0219 da bezna sf\u00e2nt\u0103 nici pe sacra lumin\u0103\/ A cerurilor toate de le-a\u0219 pune-n balan\u021b\u0103.\/\/ Tentele de c\u0103rbune predomin\u0103-n canale,\/ Nu \u0219tiu de-i zi sau noapte, dar prea pu\u021bin conteaz\u0103.\/ Invoc supremul negru \u0219i mi-l sorb din pocale\/ De siluete stranii ce-n abajur vibreaz\u0103.\/\/ Pe r\u0103nile deschise de g\u00e2ndul lumii care\/ Se perind\u0103 deasupra, a\u0219tern plasturi de cea\u021b\u0103,\/ Adev\u0103rata crip\u0103 de vise-i pe trotuare\/ Eu gust etern nectarul \u0219i-a beznelor dulcea\u021b\u0103&#8230; (SUFLETUL GOL SIMTE IARNA) M\u0103-mb\u0103t cu-aroma serii, ca-ntr-o poem\u0103 grav\u0103\/ \u0218i acest drum atroce cu iriz\u0103ri t\u0103ioase\/ P\u0103teaz\u0103 orizontul cu nuan\u021be de epav\u0103.\/ Amurgului m-a\u0219 vinde pe zile c\u0103lduroase.\/\/ Prin n\u0103cl\u0103ite vene muzica citadin\u0103\/ Spre-aorta turmentat\u0103 de-a toamnei nostalgie\/ Urc\u0103 incandescent\u0103, prin fiin\u021ba-mi filistin\u0103\/ Pe voci de v\u00e2nt topite \u00eentr-o grea apatie.\/\/ Ca o ruin\u0103 vie m\u0103 plimb prin galben moale\/ De toamn\u0103 ce-ntr-un mistic \u0219i pal s\u0103rut de lun\u0103\/ Febrilul g\u00e2nd mi-l duce spre nop\u021bile domoale\/ De prim\u0103veri livide, cu verdele \u00een strun\u0103.\/\/ Astfel lunec prin bezna ce-mi pare tot mai vie\/ Pe c\u0103i necunoscute c\u00e2nd jar de zori se str\u00e2nge\/ \u00cen valuri cascadate \u0219i-o nuan\u021b\u0103 sidefie\/ \u00cempro\u0219c\u0103 peste-azurul u\u0219or p\u0103tat de s\u00e2nge.\/\/ Mi-e soarta ca o joac\u0103, br\u0103zdat\u0103 trist de fumuri,\/ Sub pieptul meu se lupt\u0103 ierni f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare\/ \u0218i-n suflet am sticlu\u021be golite de parfumuri\/ Ale verilor calde, cu fluturii \u00een floare&#8230;\u201d<br \/>\nPrin lectorul de serviciu, dl Cristian P\u0103unescu, facem cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 cu un liric u\u0219or aparte, dup\u0103 cum se define\u0219te autorul. Titlurile poeziilor sunt definitorii. Autorul se prezint\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i m\u0103rturise\u0219te sentimentele, st\u0103rile, cu participarea naturii care oglinde\u0219te tr\u0103irile autorului. Singur\u0103tatea, mai bine zis \u00eensingurarea este caracteristic\u0103 \u00een poezia DOAR V\u00c2NTUL \u00ceMI \u0218OPTE\u0218TE NUMELE: \u201eM\u0103 plimb pe drumul sadic, al g\u00e2ndurilor mele. Nin\u0219ii castani ofteaz\u0103 t\u0103cerea mea t\u0103ioas\u0103\u201d, \u00een care se aude \u201e\u2026 vocea odioas\u0103 a v\u00e2ntului de iarn\u0103 sufl\u00e2nd prin fiin\u021ba-mi vie\u201d. Un \u201edecor straniu lumina cenu\u0219ie\u201d \u201e\u2026 de lun\u0103 tremurat\u0103,\/ dar \u0219i mai dureroas\u0103 pustia melodie\/ \u00cempr\u0103\u0219tie realul spre visul de-alt\u0103dat\u0103.\u201d Finalul apar\u021bine amarelor \u201eregrete dezgropate\u2026 f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 cu f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103\u2026\u201d \u00cen \u00ceMPU\u0218C\u0102-LUN\u0102 \u00eent\u00e2lnim o declara\u021bie-caracterizare: \u201eSunt un \u00eempu\u0219c\u0103-lun\u0103, strecor v\u00e2ntul prin palme,\/ T\u0103if\u0103suiesc cu fluturi \u00een ceasurile grele\/ C\u00e2t e de lung\u0103 ziua spre soare-arunc sudalme\/ \u0218i c\u00e2t de scurt\u0103 noaptea, bezele c\u0103tre stele.\u201d Subliniaz\u0103 preocup\u0103rile: \u201e\u021aes roua dimine\u021bii cu lacrimi izgonite\/ De primul vis pe care lumina \u00eel surprinde\u201d, \u201eM\u0103sor lenea-n petale culese cu migal\u0103\u201d, \u201e\u00ceng\u00e2n fo\u0219netul ierbii ca flaut de risip\u0103\u201d, ca \u00een final s\u0103-\u0219i \u00eent\u0103reasc\u0103 caracterizarea \u0219i inten\u021bia intim\u0103: \u201eSunt un \u00eempu\u0219c\u0103 lun\u0103, cu arcul \u021bintesc tare\/ Am s\u0103ge\u021bi otr\u0103vite cu v\u00e2rful soporific\/ Pentru ginga\u0219a lun\u0103 \u0219i gloan\u021be pentru soare\/ Pe-acesta s\u0103-l dobor vreau, amanta s-o purific\u2026\u201d OCHII DINTRE FLORI este o frumoas\u0103 descriere a naturii: \u201e\u00cen adierea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 a v\u00e2ntului de mai\/ \u0218i un albastru ludic topit \u00een nuan\u021be crude\/ Domol pomii se-ndoaie sub bolta grea de Rai\/ Risipind o mireasm\u0103 de flori \u0219i frunze ude.\/\/ \u00ce\u0219i revars\u0103 salc\u00e2mii dulcea\u021ba colorat\u0103\/ Fluturi u\u0219ori se cheam\u0103 prin p\u00e2cle leg\u0103nate,\/ Mirosuri vii trec strada \u00een verde-ncins sc\u0103ldat\u0103\/ Gr\u0103dinile \u00een icnet de alb sunt \u00eemb\u0103tate\u201d, \u00een care este surprins\u0103 anima\u021bia pl\u0103cut\u0103, cu fiecare genera\u021bie: \u201eAlene pe sub ramuri tineri \u0219colari se las\u0103\/ Purta\u021bi de ritmul serii \u0219i jocuri f\u0103r\u0103 urme,\/ Pe drumuri \u0219erpuite, \u00eempin\u0219i \u00eencet spre cas\u0103\/ De suflul \u0219i candoarea palorilor nocturne\u201d, cu final surpriz\u0103, nea\u0219teptat: \u201eDintr-o gr\u0103din\u0103 mic\u0103, \u00eentr-un cire\u0219 \u00een floare\/ Iscoditori \u0219i umezi, doi ochi c\u0103prui de fat\u0103\/ Se clatin\u0103 agale, rar leg\u0103na\u021bi de-o boare\/ \u00cen tandem cu o sfoar\u0103 bizar de g\u00e2t legat\u0103\u2026\u201d SUFLETUL GOL SIMTE IARNA \u00ee\u0219i depl\u00e2nge soarta din care nu lipsesc regretele: \u201e\u2026 acest drum atroce cu iriz\u0103ri t\u0103ioase\u201d, \u201eAmurgului m-a\u0219 vinde pe zile c\u0103lduroase\/ Prin n\u0103cl\u0103ite vene muzica citadin\u0103\/ Spre-aorta turmentat\u0103 de-a toamnei nostalgie\/ Urc\u0103  incandescent\u0103, prin fiin\u021ba filistin\u0103\/ Pe voci de v\u00e2nt topite \u00eentr-o grea apatie\u201d, \u201e\u2026Ca o ruin\u0103 vie m\u0103 plimb prin galben moale\/ De toamn\u0103\u201d, \u201e\u2026Astfel alunec prin bezna ce-mi pare tot mai vie\/ Pe c\u0103i necunoscute c\u00e2nd jar de zori se str\u00e2nge\/ \u00cen valuri cascade\u201d, \u201e\u2026 Mi-e soarta ca o joac\u0103, br\u0103zdat\u0103 trist de fumuri,\/ Sub pieptul meu se lupt\u0103 ierni f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare\/ \u0218i-n suflet am sticlu\u021be golite de parfumuri\/ Ale verilor calde, cu fluturii \u00een floare\u2026\u201d SALAMANDRA constituie o ie\u0219ire din cadru, dup\u0103 cum ne sugereaz\u0103 \u0219i titlul, cu o declara\u021bie: \u201eMi-e tat\u0103 Nyx \u0219i-am mame scurgerile mizere\/ Prin care ochii tulburi se oglindesc alene.\u201d Compara\u021bia cu salamandra \u0219i mediul acesteia este urmare a experien\u021bei de via\u021b\u0103, a st\u0103rii suflete\u0219ti \u00een momentul crea\u021biei: \u201eUn m\u00e2l umil tenebre-n canale odioase\/ \u00cemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie f\u0103ptura, pl\u0103ceri subcutanate,\/ Pe c\u00e2nd \u00een viul negru micile mele oase\/ Le plimb sub macadamul cu ape cangrenate\/ \u201e\u2026Tentele de c\u0103rbune predomin\u0103-n canale,\/ Nu \u0219tiu de-i zi sau noapte, dar prea pu\u021bin conteaz\u0103\u201d, care \u00eei sugereaz\u0103 \u0219i finalul poeziei: \u201ePe r\u0103nile deschise de g\u00e2ndul lumii care\/ Se perind\u0103 deasupra, a\u0219tern plasturi de cea\u021b\u0103,\/ Adev\u0103rata crip\u0103 de vise-i pe trotuare\/ Eu gust etern nectarul \u0219i-a beznelor dulcea\u021b\u0103\u2026\u201d O bil\u0103 alb\u0103 dlui Cristian P\u0103unescu \u0219i \u00eel a\u0219tept\u0103m la o nou\u0103 lectur\u0103.<br \/>\n\u201eCristian P\u0103unescu folose\u0219te motive care \u021bin de natural, de mitic: \u201ecea\u021b\u0103\u201d, \u201egiulgiu\u201d, cu scopul de a-\u0219i descrie g\u00e2ndurile legate de tema dragostei. Pare c\u0103 aceasta este ne\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219it\u0103 \u0219i pic cu pic, \u201ef\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 cu f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103\u201d \u00ee\u0219i dezvele\u0219te regretele. Dragostea este asemenea unui \u201e\u00eempu\u0219c\u0103-lun\u0103\u201d, mistic\u0103, ascuns\u0103, luminoas\u0103 \u00een \u00eentunericul nop\u021bii, asemenea unei amante pe care acesta vrea s\u0103 o purifice. \u00cen poezia OCHII DINTRE FLORI autorul descrie frumosul, miresmele de prim\u0103var\u0103, de flori \u00eembobocite, furtun\u0103 de culori ce se combin\u0103 \u00een adierea v\u00e2ntului. Descrie dragostea fa\u021b\u0103 de natur\u0103, jocurile naturii \u00eentinerite, zumzetul g\u00e2zelor ie\u0219ite la via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentr-o lumin\u0103 \u0219i culoare cucurbitacee. SALAMANDRA este clar o poezie \u00eenchinat\u0103 dragostei \u0219i a r\u0103nilor produse de aceasta, totul \u00eenchegat ca-ntr-un vis frumos, etern \u0219i dulce ca nectarul. \u00cen final, SUFLETUL GOL SIMTE IARNA, se prezint\u0103 natura reie\u0219it\u0103 la via\u021b\u0103, \u00eentinerit\u0103 cu joc de fluturi, parfumuri \u0219i culoare. Fiin\u021ba \u00eentinerit\u0103 de acest joc de culoare este \u00eenviat\u0103 de muzica citadin\u0103.\u201d (Mihai Bogdan Gavrile\u021b)<br \/>\n\t\u201eAutorul de ast\u0103zi, dl Cristian P\u0103unescu, ne prezint\u0103 \u00een versurile sale o paralel\u0103 \u00eentre sentimentele proprii \u0219i oglindirea lor \u00een natur\u0103. \u00cen poezia DOAR V\u00c2NTUL \u00ceMI \u0218OPTE\u0218TE NUMELE distingem un sentiment de singur\u0103tate, indicat de versurile: \u201eM\u0103 plimb pe drumul sadic, al g\u00e2ndurilor mele\u201d, v\u00e2ntul de iarn\u0103 \u201esufl\u00e2nd prin fiin\u021ba-mi vie\u201d, \u201eprin venele \u00een care c\u0103r\u0103ri de vid sunt scrise\u201d, culmin\u00e2nd cu \u201epustia melodie \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie realul spre visul de-alt\u0103dat\u0103\u201d, aduc\u00e2nd \u00een actualitate \u201eregrete dezgropate\u2026 f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 cu f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103\u2026\u201d. Pe de alt\u0103 parte, natura este \u00een concordan\u021b\u0103 cu tr\u0103irile autorului: \u201eu\u0219or se las\u0103 cea\u021ba\u201d, \u201egiulgiurile de iarn\u0103 se \u021bes sub pleoape grele\u201d. Sunt personifica\u021bi \u0219i castanii care \u201eofteaz\u0103 t\u0103cerea mea t\u0103ioas\u0103\u201d, pe c\u00e2nd \u201e\u2026 silueta nop\u021bii a dramelor cortin\u0103 o las\u0103 amintire pe r\u0103nile deschise\u201d. \u00cen poezia \u00ceMPU\u0218C\u0102-LUN\u0102 este prezentat\u0103 lansarea \u00eentr-o via\u021b\u0103 poetic\u0103 a autorului \u00een care visarea \u00eel poart\u0103 pe culmi neb\u0103nuite \u201estrecor v\u00e2ntul prin palme\u201d sau \u201et\u0103if\u0103suiesc cu fluturii\u201d, \u201ebezele c\u0103tre stele\u201d, \u201e\u00eeng\u00e2n fo\u0219netul ierbii ca flaut de risip\u0103\u201d. Omul \u00ee\u0219i duce mai departe triste\u021bea ca \u201eun \u00eempu\u0219c\u0103 lun\u0103\u201d, \u201espre soare-arunc sudalme\u201d, \u201em\u0103sor lenea-n petale\u201d, folosind \u201es\u0103ge\u021bi otr\u0103vite pentru ginga\u0219a lun\u0103 \u0219i gloan\u021be pentru soare\u201d, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd de fapt s\u0103  \u021binteasc\u0103 o ne\u00eemplinire \u00een iubire prin care ar dori \u201eamanta s-o purific\u2026\u201d \u00cen poezia OCHII DINTRE FLORI \u00eent\u00e2lnim o frumoas\u0103 descriere a naturii. Predomin\u0103 \u201e\u2026 adierea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 a v\u00e2ntului de mai \u0219i un albastru ludic topit \u00een nuan\u021be crude\u201d, \u201eflori \u0219i frunze ude\u201d, \u201efluturi u\u0219ori\u201d, peisaje de \u201everde-ncins\u201d, \u201egr\u0103dini\u2026 de alb\u201d. Aceast\u0103 atmosfer\u0103 terestr\u0103 o nume\u0219te poetul \u201ebolta grea de Rai\u201d \u00een care sim\u021burile omene\u0219ti sunt solicitate la cote \u00eenalte prin \u201etineri \u0219colari\u201d, dup\u0103 care apar \u201eiscoditori \u0219i umezi, doi ochi c\u0103prui de fat\u0103\u201d. Spre surprinderea noastr\u0103, \u00een acest decor de basm apare fata care \u00een mod \u201ebizar\u201d are o sfoar\u0103 \u201ede g\u00e2t legat\u0103\u2026 \u201d, \u201e\u00eentr-un cire\u0219 \u00een floare\u201d. Aceasta poate simboliza at\u00e2t o tragedie, c\u00e2t \u0219i proiectarea unei iubiri sf\u00e2r\u0219ite. \u00cen poezia SALAMANDRA autorul se situeaz\u0103 \u00eentr-o not\u0103 discordant\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 de peisajele frumoase descrise anterior \u00een poezia OCHII DINTRE FLORI. Camuflajul petrecut \u00eentr-o piele de salamandr\u0103 ne aduce la cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 treptele pe care coboar\u0103 \u00een suflet ca urmare a experien\u021bei de via\u021b\u0103 acumulat\u0103 la un moment dat. Din subteran, autorul a\u0219eaz\u0103 \u201epe r\u0103nile deschise\u201d \u201e\u2026plasturi de cea\u021b\u0103\u201d, \u00een timp ce visele sunt marginalizate \u00eentr-o \u201ecrip\u0103\u201d \u201epe trotuare\u201d. Mediul \u00een care autorul simte gustul etern al nectarului \u0219i a beznelor din cea\u021b\u0103 este sim\u021bit ca un areal propriu salamandrelor. Omul ajunge \u00een acest stadiu, dup\u0103 percep\u021bia mea, \u00een momente diferite \u00een care sunt str\u0103b\u0103tu\u021bi de \u201efiorduri de-ntuneric\u201d din existen\u021ba proprie. \u00cen poezia SUFLETUL GOL SIMTE IARNA avem prezentat\u0103 o antitez\u0103 prin care sunt oglindite sim\u021b\u0103mintele legate de amintiri \u0219i de prezent ale autorului. Pe de o parte g\u0103sim \u201eiriz\u0103ri t\u0103ioase \u00eentr-un drum atroce\u201d, ce \u201ep\u0103teaz\u0103 orizontul cu nuan\u021be de epav\u0103\u201d. Aceast\u0103 imagine o pune \u00een balan\u021b\u0103 cu \u201eamurgul\u201d pe a c\u0103rui \u201ezile c\u0103lduroase\u201d autorul \u201es-ar vinde\u201d. De asemenea autorul descrie spirala nostalgiei de toamn\u0103 care urc\u0103 \u00een fiin\u021ba sa \u201epe voci de v\u00e2nt\u201d, din p\u0103cate \u201etopite \u00eentr-o grea apatie\u201d. Poetul se descrie ca fiind \u201eo ruin\u0103 vie\u201d plimbat\u0103 \u00eentre o toamn\u0103 \u0219i \u201emistic \u0219i pal s\u0103rut de lun\u0103\u201d al c\u0103rui g\u00e2nd febril \u00eel poart\u0103 \u201espre nop\u021bile domoale de prim\u0103veri livide, cu verdele \u00een strun\u0103\u201d. Nuan\u021ba de \u201ebezn\u0103\u2026 vie\u201d \u00een care lunec\u0103 poetul \u00eentr-un peisaj de \u201ejar de zori\u201d \u00eei este \u201esoarta ca o joac\u0103\u201d \u00een timp ce \u201eierni f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare\u201d se lupt\u0103 cu parfumul trecutului \u00een care predomin\u0103 \u201everile calde, cu fluturii \u00een floare\u2026\u201d \u00cei dorim spor \u00een crea\u021bie, s\u0103rb\u0103torile cu bine \u0219i a\u0219tept\u0103m s\u0103 ne \u00eenc\u00e2nte \u0219i cu versuri noi.\u201d (Georgeta Iuga)<br \/>\n\t\u201eL-am cunoscut pe Cristian P\u0103unescu prin versurile adresate actualei genera\u021bii fantastice, prin manifestarea scrierilor sale \u00een diferite situa\u021bii care mai de care mai deosebite. Crea\u021bia d\u00e2nsului se reg\u0103se\u0219te \u00een realitatea noastr\u0103 actual\u0103 care are geniul s\u0103u. Sunt mul\u021bumit de ceea ce am parcurs \u0219i admir profunzimea ideilor \u0219i ineditul din diferite ipostaze.\u201d (Dumitru Barda\u0219)<br \/>\n\tUrm\u0103toarea \u0219edin\u021b\u0103 va avea loc \u00een data de 30 aprilie, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu ora 11:00,  lectorul de serviciu al \u0219edin\u021bei Cenaclului \u201eAlexandru Sihleanu\u201d va fi Corina Preda-Perianu. P\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, tuturor, un Pa\u0219te fericit! V\u0103 a\u0219tept\u0103m, cu drag!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>BAT CLOPOTELE INIMII DORURILE TOATE S\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, 16 aprilie, ziua Sf. Mc. 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