{"id":17859,"date":"2022-04-23T20:23:43","date_gmt":"2022-04-23T17:23:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17859"},"modified":"2022-04-23T20:23:43","modified_gmt":"2022-04-23T17:23:43","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-39-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17859","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 39 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

M. ROSSIIANSKI\/ HRISANF (Lev\/Leon Zak)<\/strong>
\n 1892\u20131980)
\n\"\"

\u00cen traducerea \u015fi prezentarea lui <\/em>
\nLeo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen almanahul grup\u0103rii literare petersburgheze \u201eMezaninul poeziei\u201d, cu pseudonimul Hrisanf \u00ee\u015fi semna versurile \u015fi articolele Lev (Leon) Vasilevici Zak, cel care, peste ani, avea s\u0103 devin\u0103 un celebru pictor, scenograf \u015fi sculptor. At\u00e2t numele grup\u0103rii, precum \u015fi dou\u0103 din cele trei almanahuri \u2013 \u201eVernisaj\u201d, \u201eOsp\u0103\u0163 pe timp de cium\u0103\u201d, ap\u0103rute \u00een anul 1913, i-au apar\u0163inut chiar lui. Iar cu pseudonimul M. Rossiianski a publicat mai multe eseuri teoretice. V. \u015eer\u015fenevici sus\u0163inea c\u0103 Zak \u201et\u00e2ra\u201d grupul spre un futurism \u201eacademic\u201d: \u201e\u00cen contraponderea simplit\u0103\u0163ii grupului \u00een fruntea c\u0103ruia se aflau David Burliuk \u015fi Vladimir Maiakovski, \u00een baza unei ample cercet\u0103ri lingvistice, estetul Zak a dezvoltat teoria \u201ecuvintelor-miros\u201d, sub pseudonimul Mihail Rossiianski lupt\u00e2nd aprig cu lipsa de obiect a neologismelor lui Krucion\u00eeh. Spre deosebire de cubofuturi\u015fti, el nu nega poezia veche, tinz\u00e2nd s\u0103 edifice futurismul \u201epe temeiurile dep\u0103\u015firii clasicismului\u201d.
\nLa un moment dat, Hrisanf \u00ee\u015fi anun\u0163ase editarea volumului de versuri \u201eImproviza\u0163ii pirotehnice\u201d care nu a mai ap\u0103rut.
\nDin 1920 s-a aflat \u00een emigra\u0163ie. \u00cen 1970, la M\u00fcnchen, \u00eei ap\u0103ru volumul \u201eDiminea\u0163\u0103 \u00een interior\u201d, care include at\u00e2t poemele sale de tinere\u0163e, din perioada \u201emezaninului\u201d, c\u00e2t \u015fi pe cele scrise ulterior.<\/p>\n

CA \u015eI INTRODUCERE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chef de pomin\u0103! Negrul, al\u0103turi,
\nStr\u0103punge trup dup\u0103 trup, avan.
\nDisperare, nu-mi devasta osp\u0103\u0163ul
\nCu arama fanfarei, b\u0103t\u0103i de timpan.
\nTrecutul \u00een genere nu a existat,
\n\u00cen bra\u0163e \u2013 bra\u0163ele ce le are lustra!
\nNu pres\u0103ra cu cenu\u015f\u0103
\nF\u0103r\u00e2mele de bacara.
\nNegrul \u00eentemni\u0163\u0103 amicii to\u0163i
\nMasa asta lung\u0103 ce rost ar avea?
\nChefuiesc pe catifea! Sl\u0103vit fii tu,
\nCel ce-ai inventat ciuma.
\nL\u0103mpi\u0163ile, Mery, ni le aprinde.
\nMery muri, jur.
\nS\u0103 ne ciocnim paharele
\nDin cristal pur!
\nCad stele. V\u0103 salut!
\nVii dup\u0103 mine din propria-\u0163i voie, poftim.
\nBeau pentru uciga\u015f \u2013 e ceasul t\u0103u \u2013
\nCium\u0103, s\u0103 ciocnim!
\nPre\u015fedintele \u00eenc\u0103 nu a pl\u00e2ns.
\nE pentru musafiri tragicu-mi toast,
\nPentru focuri de-artificii, f\u0103clii
\n\u015ei teroare, purpur\u0103, patim\u0103, fast!
\nIerunci, vale, stridii,
\nRoze! Gar\u00e7on, du vinaigre!
\nChefuim \u00eentr-o lustr\u0103 portocalie.
\n Eu, ciuma, insul din \u0163\u0103rile negre.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Nu-s eu candelabrul ce ar auri
\nCerul \u00een locul stelelor ce s-au stins.
\nTot r\u0103t\u0103cesc cu \u015fatra omeneasc\u0103,
\nPasiuni transform\u00e2nd \u00een c\u0103rbuni sau vis.<\/p>\n

Vedea-voi azuriul meu tavan
\n\u015ei pe cei ispr\u0103vi\u0163i, urn\u0103 cu urn\u0103?
\nCine pe coardele inimii mi-ar de\u015ftepta
\nO neagr\u0103, smolit\u0103 nocturn\u0103?<\/p>\n

Sus, cine-ar aprinde electricitatea,
\nCandelabre, lustre bogate, simpl\u0103 lamp\u0103?
\nCobor\u00ee-va spre mine Beatrice
\nDe pe fa\u0163a ta, ca de pe o stamp\u0103?<\/p>\n

S\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 cu triste\u0163ea, dup\u0103 \u015fatr\u0103
\nMerg \u015fi potrivesc pasien\u0163e, uzan\u0163e.
\nDincolo de stinsul, demult, candelabru \u2013
\nV\u00e2ntul unor sumbre substan\u0163e.
\n(1913, Paris) <\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Inim\u0103 de c\u00e2rpe!
\nEu suf\u0103r sub nordica furtun\u0103-urgie.
\nAceea\u015fi triste\u0163e, ce mi se cunoa\u015fte.
\nPoate c\u0103 fericirea se afl\u0103-n be\u0163ie?<\/p>\n

Sf\u00e2r\u015fitul tuturor exclama\u0163iilor,
\nDe roze sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u015fi de lame, t\u0103i\u015f!
\nNu mai au ochii lacrimi.
\nTreaz, m\u0103n\u00e2nc pietre de pe pov\u00e2rni\u015f.<\/p>\n

Disperare! \u00centoarce-\u0163i fa\u0163a spre mine,
\nIa-mi inima, a\u015fa, de m\u00e2n\u0103!
\nLa sp\u00e2nzur\u0103toare cu el, la sp\u00e2nzur\u0103toare
\nPrin suplicii, pe sub arcade \u015fi lun\u0103!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Disperarea o str\u00e2ng, sufocant,
\n\u00cen m\u00e2ini, \u00een unghiile-mi vine\u0163ii.
\nM\u0103 cheam\u0103 \u00een camera sa
\nDemonul sinuciderii.<\/p>\n

Ilustra\u0163ia singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii!
\nNefericit simbol, bine\u00een\u0163eles!
\n\u00cendat\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i recunosc exclama\u0163ia:
\nRitmurile tale, ca rozele, sunt \u00eentr-ales.<\/p>\n

Probabil, voi veni la tine,
\nMai ai pu\u0163in\u0103 r\u0103bdare!
\nInima-mi plictisit\u0103 ador\u0103 otrava ta \u2013
\nO vei t\u0103ia cu cu\u0163ita\u015ful, se pare.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Acum, tu \u00eenc\u0103 nu ai murit,
\nDar nu face s\u0103 te bucuri a fal\u0103:
\nAl destinului umor g\u00e2nditor
\nRadiusul \u00eel va preface parabol\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu vei putea prezice \u00eenc\u0103
\nNici un fel de dar tainic, ascuns,
\nC\u00e2nd f\u0103clierii vor prinde-a \u00een\u0103l\u0163a
\nCrepde\u015finul doliului la u\u015fi, sus.<\/p>\n

Uciga\u015f-maniac-frizer
\nPe to\u0163i ne g\u00e2dil\u0103 dup\u0103 ureche odat\u0103.
\nCatafalcul! Lag\u0103rul cimitirului!
\nProcesiunea va venit la poart\u0103.
\n(1913, Paris)<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Se goli potirul meu peste zi
\nPeste p\u0103m\u00e2ntul nostru c\u0103zu noapte,
\nS\u0103rac \u00een bucurii, cu inima rebegit\u0103
\nPotirul \u00eel voi \u00eentinde din nou, poate.<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd somnul pleoapele-mi va \u00eenchide
\n\u015ei sufletul se va desprinde de realitate,
\nLas\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 mai beau din via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi speran\u0163\u0103
\nDin r\u0103coroasele tale f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni, toate!<\/p>\n

Las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 sp\u0103l pe ochii ce-mi picotesc
\n\u00cenainte de somn, pentru o veghe infim\u0103,
\n\u015ei s\u0103 mai ascult \u00een fream\u0103tul nop\u0163ii
\nMuzica b\u0103t\u0103ii tale de inim\u0103!
\n(1920)<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

R\u00e2nduiala sufletului elegiac,
\nIndolenta inim\u0103 a lumii!
\n\u00censcrisuri \u00een acela\u015fi sistem de cifre
\nCu picior de iamb al eterului, lunii!<\/p>\n

Al a\u015ftrilor mers \u00eengreunat,
\nPlugurile cosmicit\u0103\u0163ii tale
\n\u015ei al s\u00e2ngelui rapid circuit \u2013
\nVocile unei singure fugi muzicale.<\/p>\n

A\u015fadar! Cu aceast\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 fatal\u0103
\nTrebuie s\u0103 fii \u015fi pl\u0103cere \u015fi voca\u0163ie
\nRespirul t\u0103riilor albastre
\nS\u0103 le \u00eenso\u0163e\u015fti cu-a ta respira\u0163ie.
\n(1928)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Gre\u015fit-am mult \u2013 mai r\u0103u \u2013 f\u0103cui erori
\nCu nedreapta-mi, nereu\u015fita-mi inim\u0103,
\nM\u0103 tr\u0103dai pe mine \u015fi pe cei de alt\u0103 credin\u0163\u0103
\nDed\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 tuturor erorilor ce m\u0103 oprim\u0103<\/p>\n

De parc\u0103 n-a\u015f fi ie\u015fit ca mecanism perfect
\nDin m\u00e2inile Creatorului, luminate!
\nDe parc\u0103, de cum am cobor\u00e2t \u00een lume, neam\u00e2nat
\nFost-am mutilat de fiin\u0163are \u015fi finalitate!<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00eengerului \u015fi fiarei li-s da\u0163i sor\u0163ii lor.
\nDrumul omului e \u00eentru mutilare
\nDe-a fi t\u0103r\u00e2m de oarbe contradic\u0163ii \u2013
\n\u015ei eu am sor\u0163ii mei sub bolta ce dispare.
\n(1931)<\/em><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Deschide u\u015fa inimii mele
\nDeschide \u015fi intr\u0103 spre-a vie\u0163ui \u00een ea
\nEu \u015ftersei colbul de ieri \u015fi de azi
\n\u015ei pus-am un nuf\u0103r la intrare
\nCerul u\u015for de picior va intra dup\u0103 tine
\n\u015ei c\u00e2nd \u00eengerii
\nPotopind masa cu sur\u00e2sul lor
\nVor z\u00e2ng\u0103ni din vesel\u0103
\nVoi auzi cum murmur\u0103 Maria:
\n\u2013 E timpul trapezei rabine.
\nIa din vin p\u00e2ine \u015fi soare
\nIar eu ca un toiag de paz\u0103 voi sta
\nLa pragul inimii mele.
\n(1941)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTRADUCERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Franck GAROT<\/strong>
\n (1970) <\/p>\n

Pantumul din Bruxelles<\/strong><\/p>\n

Thalis se-ndreapt\u0103 spre Bruxelles
\nC\u00e2nd prin p\u0103duri, c\u00e2nd pe c\u00e2mpii.
\nDin pl\u00e2nsu-n care pui at\u00e2ta zel
\nNu reu\u015feai deloc s\u0103 te ab\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd prin p\u0103duri, c\u00e2nd pe c\u00e2mpii
\nCurge canalul ve\u015fnic solitar.
\nNu reu\u015feai deloc s\u0103 te ab\u0163ii.
\nTe \u015fi vedeai \u00een locul funerar.<\/p>\n

Curge canalul ve\u015fnic solitar
\nMai \u00eenainte de-a se pierde.
\nTe \u015fi vedeai \u00een locul funerar
\nM\u00e2na-\u0163i uita s\u0103 m\u0103 dezmierde.<\/p>\n

Mai \u00eenainte de-a se pierde
\nS-a-ngem\u0103nat cu largul drum b\u0103tut.
\nM\u00e2na-\u0163i uita s\u0103 m\u0103 dezmierde,
\nEu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam la Knokke-le-Zoute.<\/p>\n

S-a-ngem\u0103nat cu largul drum b\u0103tut.
\nUn \u015fir de camioane-a dep\u0103\u015fit.
\nEu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam la Knokke-le-Zoute
\n\u015ei la hotelu-acela foarte \u00eendr\u0103git.<\/p>\n

Un \u015fir de camioane-a dep\u0103\u015fit.
\nDin Anglia porniser\u0103-n convoi.
\n\u015ei la hotelu-acela foarte \u00eendr\u0103git
\nNe ascundeam p\u0103catul am\u00e2ndoi.<\/p>\n

Din Anglia porniser\u0103-n convoi.
\nNu le p\u0103sa de tren, ca-ntr-o orbire.
\nNe ascundeam p\u0103catul am\u00e2ndoi.
\nScrisorile din scrin ni-s amintire.<\/p>\n

Ne le p\u0103sa de tren, ca-ntr-o orbire.
\nPe cer se profila un nour frez.
\nScrisorile din scrin ni-s amintire.
\nDrept m\u0103rturie o s\u0103 le p\u0103strez.<\/p>\n

Pe cer se profila un nour frez.
\nPerfid urma spre noi s\u0103 se abat\u0103.
\nDrept m\u0103rturie o s\u0103 le p\u0103strez:
\nDorin\u0163a ta testamentar\u0103-i toat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Perfid urma spre noi s\u0103 se abat\u0103
\nUn v\u00e2nt avid alearg\u0103 mai departe.
\nDorin\u0163a ta testamentar\u0103-i toat\u0103:
\nVa fi \u00eendeplinit\u0103 ca la carte.<\/p>\n

Un v\u00e2nt avid alearg\u0103 mai departe,
\nSe n\u0103puste\u015fte hohotind amar.
\nVa fi \u00eendeplinit\u0103 ca la carte
\nDorin\u0163a ta de lupt\u0103 cu cancerul barbar.<\/p>\n

Se n\u0103puste\u015fte hohotind amar
\nRafala de furtun\u0103-ncr\u00e2ncenat\u0103.
\nDorin\u0163a ta de lupt\u0103 cu cancerul barbar
\nNu-mi va calma durerea niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Rafala de furtun\u0103-ncr\u00e2ncenat\u0103
\nSt\u0103 semn c\u0103 totul se va fi g\u0103tat.
\nNu-mi va calma durerea niciodat\u0103:
\nTriste\u0163ea m\u0103 va face disperat.<\/p>\n

St\u0103 semn c\u0103 totul se va fi g\u0103tat
\nDin pl\u00e2nsu-n care pui at\u00e2ta zel.
\nTriste\u0163ea m\u0103 va face disperat.
\nThalis se-ndreapt\u0103 spre Bruxelles.<\/p>\n


\nVilanela sf\u00e2r\u015fitului
\n lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bate, lume, tobele de zor:
\nE ultima c\u0103l\u0103torie;
\nLumea e moart\u0103: ajutor!<\/p>\n

Zilele-\u015fi v\u0103d de drumul lor
\nCu sutele \u00een vijelie.
\nBate, lume, tobele de zor!<\/p>\n

Astfel, amor dup\u0103 amor
\nUitate-s \u00eentru ve\u015fnicie.
\nLumea-i pe moarte: ajutor!<\/p>\n

Adio, zvon \u00eenvr\u0103jbitor
\n\u015ei tot ce-ar fi putut s\u0103 fie!
\nBate, lume, tobele de zor!<\/p>\n

Sunt mii de drame ce nu mor:
\nVioluri, jafuri, vr\u0103jm\u0103\u015fie…
\nLumea-i pe moarte: ajutor!<\/p>\n

Cum po\u0163i s\u0103 fii nep\u0103s\u0103tor
\nC\u00e2nd r\u0103u-i \u00een dev\u0103lm\u0103\u015fie?
\nBate, lume, tobele de zor!
\nLumea-i pe moarte: ajutor!<\/p>\n


\n Pantumuri<\/strong><\/p>\n

*
\nTrenul alearg\u0103 cu vitez\u0103 mare
\nPe c\u00e2mpii ce-n somn s-au cufundat.
\nTriste\u0163ea mea va curge-n dep\u0103rtare,
\nAmicii-n versuri \u00eei voi fi c\u00e2ntat!<\/p>\n

*
\nAfar\u0103, pe o banc\u0103-nz\u0103pezit\u0103,
\nCo\u0163ofana urmele \u015fi le-a l\u0103sat.
\n\u00cen\u0103untru, scumpa mea iubit\u0103
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feze a-ncetat.<\/p>\n

*
\nDar unde-i dus\u0103 frunza oare
\nDe r\u0103ul v\u00e2nt capricios?
\nDar unde-i oare sufletul pe care
\n\u015ei tu \u015fi el mi-l seducea\u0163i frumos?<\/p>\n


\n Fumul \u0163ig\u0103rii tale<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oare ce va deveni
\nfumul \u0163ig\u0103rii tale
\nabia inhalat
\ndeja expulzat
\n\u00eentr-un rotocol senzual
\nal buzelor
\noare ce va deveni
\nfumul \u0163ig\u0103rii tale
\nca al nu \u015ftiu c\u00e2telea s\u0103rut
\npe care mi-l transmi\u0163i
\nblazat\u0103
\nce va deveni oare
\nfumul \u0163ig\u0103rii tale
\nca frumuse\u0163ea ta
\ndup\u0103 ace\u015fti ani
\nce s-au dus<\/p>\n

Traduceri de<\/em> Ion RO\u015eIORU<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nAdrian ERBICEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

At\u00e2ta ai<\/strong><\/p>\n

At\u00e2ta ai, at\u00e2ta duci,
\nC\u00e2nd pasul t\u0103u cu trud\u0103 suie,
\nSpre \u00eennoptatele r\u0103scruci,
\n\u00centortocheata c\u0103r\u0103ruie.<\/p>\n

E-n toate-o lini\u0219te de crezi
\nC\u0103 nu e nimeni s\u0103 te-ndemne
\nC\u00e2t de departe po\u021bi s\u0103 vezi
\nPe drumul \u00eengr\u0103dit de semne.<\/p>\n

\u0218i doar atunci c\u00e2nd, colbuit,
\nUn fo\u0219net \u021bi se pare \u0219oapt\u0103,
\nTe arde pasul, \u00eengr\u0103dit,
\nPe curba alt\u0103dat\u0103 dreapt\u0103,<\/p>\n

Cu t\u00e2lcul, petrecut \u00een g\u00e2nd,
\nC\u0103 la r\u0103scrucea ce se-nclin\u0103,
\nTe va cuprinde, l\u0103cr\u0103m\u00e2nd,
\nCuv\u00e2ntul devenit Lumin\u0103<\/p>\n


\nAlternan\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din aberanta \u00eentrupare de vis \u00een vise \u2013 disipat
\n\u00een punctiforme alternan\u0163e, d\u00e2nd semn c\u0103 timpu-i alterat\u2013
\nse-ntinde v\u0103lul iluzoriu ce ne cuprinde, r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd,
\nacreditare c\u0103tre timpul ce va s\u0103 vie mai cur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Curbat\u0103, vremea se \u00eenclin\u0103 spre listele de acatist,
\n\u015fi-\u015fi penduleaz\u0103 iner\u0163ia ca ochiul ve\u015fniciei, trist,
\ncum unitatea de m\u0103sur\u0103, reverberat\u0103 de ecou,
\npe terezie ne \u00eemparte: at\u00e2ta vechi, at\u00e2ta nou.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fuga c\u0103tre infraro\u015fu, r\u0103rite, golurile mor:
\nat\u00e2ta alb, at\u00e2ta negru, at\u00e2t rotundul bicolor,
\nc\u0103 manifesta deta\u015fare a g\u00e2ndului r\u0103mas lucid,
\nse profileaz\u0103 ca o umbr\u0103 pe pleoapele ce se \u00eenchid.<\/p>\n

\u015ei c\u00e2nd chemarea t\u0103inuit\u0103, prin vreme \u00ee\u015fi g\u0103se\u015fte loc,
\nIspita nu mai e ispit\u0103; Norocul nu mai e noroc!<\/p>\n


\nDar toate r\u00e2urile <\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103strez, ad\u00e2nc \u00een mine, o tr\u0103ire,
\nUn basm ce \u00eencepea cu -\u201e A fost odat\u0103,
\nPe \u0163\u0103rmuri de nespus\u0103 fericire,
\nUn \u00eemp\u0103rat \u015fi-o prea-frumoas\u0103 fat\u0103\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Ce vr\u0103ji se \u00eempleteau, ce pl\u0103smuire
\nM\u0103 \u00eendemna s-o cred adev\u0103rat\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd \u00een privirea ei citeam Pieire –
\nUn \u00cenceput \u015fi un Sf\u00e2r\u015fit deodat\u0103 ?!…<\/p>\n

Mai fulger\u0103, sub timpi, o \u00centrebare,
\n– Pe care mintea cearc\u0103 s-o re\u0163in\u0103 –
\n\u00cencarcerat\u0103-ad\u00e2nc \u00een sanctuare
\nDe \u00eentuneric, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd lumin\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Dar toate r\u00e2urile curg spre mare,
\n\u015ei Marea nu e niciodat\u0103 plin\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nAgoniz\u00e2nd printre Driade<\/strong><\/p>\n

De abanos, protuberan\u0163e cu sens sau f\u0103r\u0103 sens pornite,
\nalambicare de semnale pe trupuri f\u0103r\u0103 de sf\u00e2r\u015fit,
\nprin linii largi, circumvolute, imensitatea le \u00eenghite
\ncu Ne-nceputul f\u0103r\u0103 margini \u015fi Nesf\u00e2r\u015fitul n\u0103zuit.<\/p>\n

Agoniz\u00e2nd printre Driade, c\u0103z\u00e2nd fertile \u00een Neunde,
\nspre patru z\u0103ri, pe ample trepte, str\u0103vechi ecouri izvodesc
\no exaltare captivant\u0103 \u2013 ce infailibil ne p\u0103trunde \u2013
\nc\u00e2nd Narci\u015fi oglindi\u0163i \u00een ape, pe sine \u00een\u0219i\u0219i se-ntregesc.<\/p>\n

A\u015fa mereu \u2013 ca atentate la v\u00e2rsta noastr\u0103 pedepsit\u0103
\nde goluri mute, divizate \u015fi retopite \u00een \u00eentreg \u2013
\nscrutez intersectarea nud\u0103, cu ml\u0103dierea de ispit\u0103,
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2nd Porunca dat\u0103, dar\u2026 peste poate s-o-n\u0163eleg!<\/p>\n


\nBalans<\/strong>
\n (Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas) <\/em><\/p>\n

Balans \u00een gol pe-o muced\u0103 fr\u00e2nghie\u2026
\nSalt din \u00eenalt \u00een gol anticipat\u2026
\nFr\u00e2nturi de epopee, ce \u00eenvie
\nCu fiece iernare \u0219i sc\u0103ldat.<\/p>\n

\u00cenl\u0103n\u0163uiri de energii rebele;
\nDe\u015fert\u0103ciuni \u2013 ca poart\u0103 de hotar;
\nTot ce vis\u0103m se sprijin\u0103 pe ele \u2013
\nO via\u0163a pe un ac de minutar!<\/p>\n

Dorin\u0163a ce ne macin\u0103 e sacr\u0103;
\nTrudit e doar altoiul versatil:
\nC\u00e2nd Idoli cad, noi Idoli se consacr\u0103,
\nOfrand\u0103 unui soare infantil.<\/p>\n

Balans \u00een gol pe-o muced\u0103 fr\u00e2nghie\u2026
\nSalt din \u00eenalt \u00een gol anticipat;
\nDestin menit s\u0103 stea pe ve\u015fnicie
\nZ\u0103log \u00eentre Virtute \u015fi P\u0103cat!<\/p>\n


\nDe prin \u00e1ntice coclauri<\/strong><\/p>\n

De prin \u00e1ntice coclauri, ridica\u021bi cu osteneal\u0103,
\nScoatem lumii adormite carapacea de sineal\u0103,
\nVal prin val trec\u00e2nd, cum vremea, dintr-un veac, \u00eentr-o clipit\u0103,
\nNu mai las\u0103 nici o urm\u0103 de durere sau ispit\u0103. <\/p>\n

Prin\u0219i \u00een cle\u0219te de un ornic ce se str\u00e2nge \u0219i destinde,
\nSprijinim Nem\u0103rginirea, f\u0103r’ a \u0219ti a o cuprinde,
\nVis d\u00e2nd graiului \u0219i firii, vanito\u0219i s\u0103 tragem d\u00e2re
\nPeste treptele uit\u0103rii – lung urcu\u0219… spre cobor\u00e2re.<\/p>\n

De genunchi at\u00e2rn\u0103 greul, tot mai greu s\u0103 \u00eel suporte,
\n– Ca durerile, din faceri, adunate \u00een cohorte, –
\nC\u00e2nd ajun\u0219i la poarta vie\u021bii, ea ne-nstrun\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenham\u0103
\nDe la Binecuv\u00e2ntare la Chemarea de-a da sam\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2nd ce-a r\u0103mas din toate, ne e peste a-n\u021belege,
\nProrocirile din veacuri, \u00eenc\u00e2lcite \u0219i betege,
\nR\u0103scolite, dau s\u0103 ard\u0103 pe colinele b\u0103tr\u00e2ne…
\n\u201eToate-s praf…\u201d, spunea poetul… Numai dragostea r\u0103m\u00e2ne!
\nC\u0103dea o ploaie…<\/p>\n

C\u0103dea o ploaie dulce \u015fi suav\u0103
\nCa-n Eminescu, din b\u0103tr\u00e2nul tei.
\nAveai \u00een ochi o mare de sc\u00e2ntei,
\nIar eu \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015farea cea mai grav\u0103
\nS\u0103-\u0163i par\u0103 vorba-mi, vorb\u0103 cu temei…<\/p>\n

\u015ei-am tot visat ca al\u0163ii fericirea
\nAscuns\u0103-n ierburi \u015fi cuprins\u0103-n flori.
\nErai cu tren\u0103 \u015fi aveai bujori,
\nA\u015fa cum te \u00eentruchipa iubirea.
\nEram \u015fi eu \u015fi al\u0163ii vis\u0103tori.<\/p>\n

Se risipea \u00een jur o melodie
\nCa d\u0103rnicia unui bl\u00e2nd copil
\nCe-\u015fi s\u0103lta, blonde, pletele-n April,
\nC\u00e2nd corzile, \u0163\u00e2\u015fnind ad\u00e2nc din glie,
\nS-au re-mpl\u00e2ntat \u00een solul lor fertil.<\/p>\n

Ne\u00een\u0163eles de cel ce \u00een\u0163elege,
\nInevitabil ne-am topit arz\u00e2nd,
\nCa patima st\u00e2rnit\u0103 de un g\u00e2nd,
\n\u00cens\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u00e2nd, sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 vom culege
\nFormula ve\u015fniciei mai cur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n


\nGeorge L. NIMIGEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

VIA\u021aA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cea de toate zilele
\nN-a\u0219 putea spune c\u00e2te milenii a traversat
\ns\u00e2ngele care m\u0103 cutreier\u0103… munte cu munte,
\nvale cu vale… dar \u0219tiu… c\u0103 mun\u021bii
\nc\u00e2mpii s-au f\u0103cut… iar c\u00e2mpiile
\ndin nou, mun\u021bi… \u0218i… mai \u0219tiu c\u0103, pe frunte
\nlumina \u00eemi lustruie\u0219te o sf\u00e2nt\u0103 coroan\u0103 de sare…<\/p>\n

\u00cen cuvintele mele nu \u00eenfloresc p\u0103duri… \u0219i…
\nnu inima mea se aude… \u00een pieptul meu !…
\nSe aud… pa\u0219ii nen\u0103scu\u021bilor… \u0219i r\u00e2setele lor
\nalerg\u00e2nd… pe aceast\u0103 colin\u0103 a Dorului…<\/p>\n

Pe-o colin\u0103 a Dorului, Cas\u0103… \u00eemi este
\nvia\u021ba str\u0103mo\u0219ilor !… P\u00e2inea… pe masa mea,
\nilumin\u00e2ndu-m\u0103… e… sufletul lor…
\nCu privirile lor, ochii mei… mut\u0103 z\u0103rile
\nmai departe… \u00eenc\u00e2t… numai cine nu vrea
\nnu vede… piatra… tocit\u0103 de pa\u0219i…
\n\u00een pragurile vie\u021bii acestui Cuprins…
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2n… \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 de somn… precum Timpul…<\/p>\n

Deci, nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2te milenii a traversat
\ns\u00e2ngele care m\u0103 cutreier\u0103… \u00cens\u0103… \u0219tiu c\u0103,
\npe fruntea mea, lumina lustruie\u0219te
\no sf\u00e2nt\u0103 coroan\u0103 de sare… c\u0103reia,
\n\u00een popor, i se zice via\u021b\u0103 !…
\nVia\u021ba mea… cea de toate zilele…<\/p>\n


\nC\u00c2NTEC <\/strong><\/p>\n

Pentru Limba Mamei
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 vetrele Numelui T\u0103u,
\naerul poveste\u0219te p\u0103duri…
\nlumina \u2013 sfintele umbre
\nale adev\u0103rurilor de totdeauna…<\/p>\n

R\u00e2uri-r\u00e2uri… dorurile…
\nizvoare celeste…
\n… prin v\u0103ile sufletului…<\/p>\n

numai c\u0103 sufletul… c\u0103l\u0103tor…
\npe c\u0103r\u0103rile \u00eentreb\u0103rilor…
\nprin mun\u021bii \u00eeng\u00e2ndur\u0103rii…
\npoart\u0103… pe umeri…
\nrani\u021ba grea… a timpului…<\/p>\n

Fiece pas \u2013 veacuri…
\nfiece veac, izvor l\u00e2ng\u0103 izvor,
\no vecie…<\/p>\n

\u00een care, f\u0103r\u0103 de somn,
\nInima Ta… \u00eemi bate \u00een piept…
\ntr\u0103indu-m\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nSTR\u0102 \u2013 VEDEREA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mic\u0103 istorie
\n\u0218tiu… \u00cembr\u0103c\u00e2nd c\u0103ma\u0219a zilei mele,
\nscump\u0103, c\u0103ma\u0219a Bunului o-mbrac,
\nlumina… – din Lumin\u0103… din LUMIN\u0102… –
\nn\u0103d\u0103jduind s-o \u00eenmul\u021besc… \u00een veac,…<\/p>\n

\u00een str\u0103-vederea ochiului l\u0103untric…
\n\u201edintru-nceput… la vremile de-Apoi\u201d…
\npe unde Dumnezeu aprinde… Noima
\nFocului Viu… pe vetrele din noi…<\/p>\n

De n-ar privi prin ochii mei P\u0103rin\u021bii,
\nFloarea de Col\u021b mi-ar \u00eenflori din stei?…
\nMi-ar mai s\u0103ri izvoarele-n c\u0103rare,
\nde nu m-ar prinde-n grai dorul de ei?<\/p>\n

Stelele-n cer… \u0219i largurile-n g\u00e2nd…
\nf\u0103r\u0103 nesomnul vie\u021bii lor,… mi-ar na\u0219te,
\npe gur\u0103, r\u0103suflarea-n care ard…
\nurma\u0219, de drept, de m-ar recunoa\u0219te?…<\/p>\n

Pe frunte, cerul casei p\u0103rinte\u0219ti
\nde n-a\u0219 purta din fraged\u0103 pruncie,
\nsub v\u00e2lv\u0103taia r\u0103nilor din nume,
\nafla-va… fiul meu… vreo temelie?<\/p>\n

Din vatra satului din mine, cum
\nar mai s\u0103lta, \u00een drumul lumii, via\u021ba,
\nspre Adev\u0103rul-cel-de-c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i,
\nmama… de m-ar fi \u00eentors cu fa\u021ba?…<\/p>\n

Iar tata… raz\u0103… jertfei lui… de nu
\nm-ar fi sortit de mic \u2013 la ursitoare –
\ndurerea-n rangul nostru… \u201ede noble\u021be\u201d
\nmi-ar mai \u00eentoarce via\u021ba… c\u0103tre soare?…<\/p>\n


\nMONOLOG MATINAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Celui din oglind\u0103
\nIe\u0219ind din \u201egreul\u201d care \u021bi-a fost hain\u0103
\nstr\u00e2mt\u0103 \u0219i aspr\u0103 \u0219i str\u0103in\u0103 foarte,
\nuit\u00e2nd de ur\u0103, nedrept\u0103\u021bi \u0219i moarte,
\nluminii d\u0103ruindu-te… \u00een tain\u0103,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 treci prin tine… cum lumina crud\u0103
\na dimine\u021bii prin pupila calm\u0103
\na florii… care-\u021bi \u00eenflore\u0219te-n palm\u0103!…
\nS\u0103 sim\u021bi c\u0103 zarea-n pleoapa ta asud\u0103 –<\/p>\n

pas\u0103re-n c\u00e2ntec… \u00een t\u0103rii senine !…
\nStrunindu-\u021bi g\u00e2ndul Scara-n Cer s-o-nve\u021be,
\n\u00een visul seme\u021bit… dinspre june\u021be,
\nspre… destr\u0103marea beznelor din tine,<\/p>\n

purificat de propria durere,
\ns\u0103 arzi… \u00een pre\u021bul vie\u021bii… dumirit…
\nde parc-ai arde-n clipa de sf\u00e2r\u0219it –
\numbl\u00e2nd… prin moarte… c\u0103tre \u00eenviere!…<\/p>\n

C\u0103… Drumul… suie… \u00eenapoi… spre Cas\u0103…
\nun trudnic munte, pov\u00e2rnit pe Cale,
\ncu tot urcu\u0219ul r\u0103sturnat… pe-o Vale…
\na c\u0103rei necuprindere… apas\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u00e2t Cerul tot… pe via\u021ba clipei tale…
\nd\u00e2ndu-\u021bi r\u0103gaz – de jertf\u0103… \u0219i… de treapt\u0103 –
\ns\u0103 te aduni… – cu totul – \u00eentr-o fapt\u0103…
\nr\u0103nile preschimb\u00e2ndu-le-n petale…<\/p>\n

\u00cen sl\u0103vile ad\u00e2ncului din tine
\nie\u0219ind din n\u0103ruita vie\u021bii trud\u0103 –
\nLucrarea Noimei… sf\u00e2nt s\u0103 se aud\u0103,
\n\u00eentru… rodirea g\u00e2ndului de bine!…<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n tine, pov\u00e2rnindu-te piepti\u0219,
\n\u00een cruci de t\u00e2lcuri, chiar de la \u201eIntrare\u201d,
\nlumii… s\u0103-i fii r\u0103spuns… la \u00centrebare…
\ncurat, \u00eenalt… \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 ocoli\u0219!<\/p>\n

Drumul… e-n tine !… \u021ainta lui… \u00een tine!…
\nprecum, \u00een poame, seva r\u0103d\u0103cinii… –
\n\u0219i-\u201enve\u0219nicirea sf\u00e2nt\u0103 a Luminii\u201d
\n\u00een… Nesf\u00e2r\u0219irea Dragostei Divine!…<\/p>\n


\nLauren\u0163iu BELIZAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

pe aici nu se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 nimic<\/strong><\/p>\n

duminica v\u00e2nz\u0103torul de la Bingo
\nnu vine l\u00e2ng\u0103 coloane
\nnu este nimeni s\u0103 opreasc\u0103 lini\u015ftea
\ndoar profesorul ros de cancer
\ncobor\u00e2t din blocul b\u0103l\u0163at cu polistiren ca din cer
\n\u00ee\u0163i poveste\u015fte z\u00e2mbind c\u0103 aproape a sc\u0103pat
\nr\u0103ul este un bine iconoclast
\n\u015fi banii curg f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot pe strad\u0103 precum s\u00e2ngele \u00een abatoare<\/p>\n

accelerezi
\nparbrizul \u00eenainteaz\u0103 lent \u0163i se lipe\u015fte pe fa\u0163\u0103 ca o masc\u0103
\nduminica la pr\u00e2nz
\nnu este nimeni s\u0103-\u0163i spele ma\u015fina de praf \u015fi cheaguri<\/p>\n

la periferie p\u0103s\u0103rile cuib\u0103resc toracele vitelor
\nprivind cu team\u0103 din spatele vertebrelor de \u015fofran
\n\u00een Antarctica s-a mai desprins un ghe\u0163ar c\u00e2t un cartier
\naici ghioceii \u015fi liliacul \u015fi-au \u00eentins dezgolite g\u00e2turile emo \u00een gerar<\/p>\n

ora\u015ful e cufundat \u00een cea\u0163a ca de ambr\u0103
\nun geam\u0103t surd cre\u015fte \u00een cupola de aer l\u0103ptos
\nca \u015fi cum fiecare strad\u0103 ar avea glas
\nstropi stacojii preling geamul unui lupanar<\/p>\n

a\u015f putea s\u0103-\u0163i povestesc multe
\ndar p\u00e2n\u0103 ajung la tine cuvintele
\nnoi suntem deja altfel
\n\u015fi iubirea poate \u00een\u0163epeni ca un camion sub o pasarel\u0103<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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