{"id":17982,"date":"2022-05-06T22:32:12","date_gmt":"2022-05-06T19:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17982"},"modified":"2022-05-06T22:32:12","modified_gmt":"2022-05-06T19:32:12","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-38-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=17982","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 38 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Janine VADISLAV<\/strong><\/p>\n

CUM AM AJUNS AICI? <\/strong>
\n (fragment de roman)<\/em>
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Z\u0103pada alunec\u0103 pe muchiile sub\u0163iri ale turlei cu un f\u00e2\u015f\u00e2it moale, a\u015fez\u00e2ndu-se f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot l\u00e2ng\u0103 zidul gros. R\u0103coarea fulgilor de nea \u00eenghea\u0163\u0103 pielea sub\u0163ire a obrazului \u015fi chipul Luciei devine o masc\u0103 animat\u0103 doar de mi\u015fcarea \u00eenceat\u0103 a buzelor colorate intens. Adam o ascult\u0103 distrat, fascinat de zumzetul ca de albine venit din turla bisericii catolice. Fine\u0163ea tenului palid, aproape transparent la acea or\u0103 a dup\u0103-amiezii, \u00eencadrat de buclele solare, \u00eel atr\u0103gea ca un magnet. Ea poart\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103, \u015fi nu-l las\u0103 s-o ajute, o cutie cu globuri, inimioare \u015fi oameni de z\u0103pad\u0103, de m\u0103rimea unui deget de copil… Pulberea sub\u0163ire, diamantin\u0103, sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ie sub t\u0103lpi, desp\u0103r\u0163ind \u015firele \u00eenguste de \u0163ur\u0163uri, care par s\u0103 pluteasc\u0103 deasupra capului, trec\u00e2nd de la un acoperi\u015f la altul.
\n– Facem Cr\u0103ciunul \u00eempreun\u0103? \u00eentreb\u0103 Adam, rup\u00e2nd vraja.
\n– \u015etiu \u015fi eu?
\n– Ai musafiri?
\n– Nu pleci acas\u0103? se mir\u0103 Lili.
\n– Nu cred, Ada este \u00een Erlangen, la veri\u015foara ei, nu se \u00eentoarce \u00eenainte de Boboteaz\u0103.
\n– Atunci, da, te a\u015ftept la mine, spune Lili.
\n– Bine, dup\u0103 care nu \u015ftiu ce s\u0103-i mai spun\u0103. Totu\u015fi, \u00eencerca Adam, nu vrei s\u0103-\u0163i duc pachetele?
\n– Nici vorb\u0103, sunt u\u015foare ca fulgul. Vii \u015fi de Anul Nou?
\n– Am alte planuri, sunt deja luat!
\n– Da? Nu pierzi vremea, \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103 Lili.
\n– Dac\u0103 tu nu m\u0103 vrei….
\n– Nu-i chiar a\u015fa, schimb\u0103 ea tonul brusc.
\n– Am un mesaj pentru tine se gr\u0103bi Adam crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 o \u00eembuneaz\u0103.
\n– Z\u0103u? se mir\u0103 Lili izbucnind \u00een r\u00e2s.
\n– Cred c\u0103…., m-am \u00eendr\u0103gostit! \u015ei cui puteam s\u0103 m\u0103 dest\u0103inui, dac\u0103 nu unei prietene!
\n– De cine?
\n– Nu pot s\u0103 spun. Nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 am vreo \u015fans\u0103, n-a\u015f vrea s\u0103 r\u00e2zi de mine, se \u00eentrist\u0103 el.
\n– A\u015fa m\u00e2ndre\u0163e de b\u0103rbat?
\n– Vezi, m\u0103 ironizezi!
\n– Fereasc\u0103 Dumnezeu, puse punct Lili, tr\u00e2ntind poarta pe urma ei.
\n– \u015ei eu? \u00eentreb\u0103 Adam
\n– \u015ei tu…, \u015fopti Lili, privind drept \u00eenainte printre genele pe care lacrimile \u00eenghe\u0163ar\u0103 instantaneu. <\/p>\n

Lili Sneider gr\u0103bi pasul hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103 s\u0103 ajung\u0103 grabnic la ad\u0103post, \u00een spatele u\u015fii blindate. \u00cen culoarul dintre cele dou\u0103 \u015firuri negre de case, cu gard \u00eenalt, troienit p\u00e2n\u0103 aproape de jum\u0103tate, ap\u0103ru din amurgul moale, \u00eenv\u0103p\u0103iat de fulguial\u0103 \u015fi se izbi de el – gata s\u0103-i cad\u0103 \u00een bra\u0163e – Costel Manole – care \u00eei vesti, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 o preg\u0103teasc\u0103, moartea iubitei lui surori. Aproape \u00eemp\u0103cat suflete\u015fte, cu cre\u015ftetul aplecat \u00een fa\u0163\u0103, cu trupul \u00eenfipt pe picioarele scurte, cu cizme Bilgher p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi, cu p\u0103rul rar flutur\u00e2nd \u00een adierea care, p\u00e2n\u0103 ajunse \u00een acas\u0103, se preschimb\u0103 \u00een viscol cumplit, \u00eei s\u0103rut\u0103 m\u00e2na \u00eenm\u0103nu\u015fat\u0103 privind-o ad\u00e2nc \u00een ochi.
\n– \u00cemi pare r\u0103u, \u015foptise Lili.
\n– Nu face nimic, trebuia s\u0103 se termine \u00eentr-un fel, a suferit at\u00e2t de mult! \u015eoaptele sunt luate de v\u00e2nt, dup\u0103 care, b\u0103rbatul atletic, pu\u0163in greoi, se r\u0103suci pe c\u0103lc\u00e2ie, f\u0103c\u00e2nd st\u00e2nga-mprejur.
\n– E\u015fti ofi\u021ber? \u00eentrebase Lili, dar cuvintele se pierdur\u0103 luate de v\u00e2nt, ca \u015fi urma acoperit\u0103 de z\u0103pada spulberat\u0103 de furtuna care o roti \u015fi pe ea \u00een loc, smucindu-i pachetele din m\u00e2n\u0103, \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiind p\u00e2n\u0103 departe, repede acoperite de nea, globuri argintii, inimioare, omule\u0163ii de z\u0103pad\u0103 din h\u00e2rtie cerat\u0103, m\u0103tase \u015fi staniol, \u015fi crengu\u0163ele de v\u00e2sc. \u201eAr fi prima oar\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi spuse Lili, c\u00e2nd nu voi primi un s\u0103rut sub v\u00e2sc\u201d. U\u015fa deschis\u0103 brusc \u00eei fu smuls\u0103 din m\u00e2n\u0103, \u00eemping\u00e2nd-o \u00eentre hainele din hol, care amortizar\u0103 \u015focul. \u00cen aceea\u015fi clip\u0103, telefonul \u00eencepu s\u0103 sune.
\n– Alo?
\n– Ai ajuns acas\u0103?
\n– Da, r\u0103spunde Lili aspir\u00e2nd parfumul prea dulce pentru gustul ei (av\u00e2nd formula magic\u0103 a florilor de noapte), care venea valuri, valuri dinspre flaconul f\u0103cut \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri.
\n– E\u015fti bine? se \u00eengrijor\u0103 Adam.
\n– A\u015fa \u015fi a\u015fa!
\n– Vrei s\u0103 vin la tine, ai nevoie de ceva? Sunt cu m\u00e2na pe clan\u0163a u\u015fii….
\n– R\u0103m\u00e2i unde e\u015fti, m\u0103 descurc, sunt doar pu\u0163in ame\u0163it\u0103.
\n– Bine, \u00eeng\u0103dui Adam.
\n– Bine, \u015fopti Lili \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd telefonul.
\n– S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat ceva? \u00eentreb\u0103 Dr\u0103gu\u0163a, \u00een vreme ce Adam \u00eei \u00eenc\u0103lzea t\u0103lpile reci ca ghea\u0163a.
\n– Nimic important… De c\u00e2te ori \u0163i-am spus s\u0103 te \u00eencal\u0163i bine?
\n– De c\u00e2te ori? z\u00e2mbi Dr\u0103gu\u0163a.
\n\u201e… \u015fi eu cum m-a\u015f mai putea bucura de picioarele ei minunate?\u201d, \u00ee\u015fi spuse Adam s\u0103rut\u00e2nd fiecare deget \u00een parte.
\n– E\u015fti un pref\u0103cut! se alint\u0103 fata.
\n– Sunt \u00eendr\u0103gostit…, \u015fopti Adam. <\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Se preg\u0103tea s\u0103 ias\u0103 pe u\u015f\u0103. Grea\u0163a r\u0103bufni sf\u00e2\u015fiindu-i stomacul. Intr\u0103 \u00een baie, se aplec\u0103 deasupra toaletei, preg\u0103tit s\u0103 verse tot ce \u00eenghi\u0163ise \u00een acea diminea\u0163\u0103: un m\u0103r, o pricomigdal\u0103, un \u0163ur\u0163ure de ghea\u0163\u0103, c\u00e2teva pic\u0103turi de cafea rece. R\u0103mase \u00eencovoiat minute bune. Nu se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 nimic. Se privi \u00een oglind\u0103. Era verde la fa\u0163\u0103, dar nu se sperie \u015fi nici nu chem\u0103 ambulan\u0163a. \u00centre dou\u0103 icneli se g\u00e2ndi la Lili, care \u00eel a\u015ftepta. Cum s\u0103 fac\u0103? Se \u00eentinse pe canapea, a\u015fa cum era, \u00eembr\u0103cat de petrecere, dar starea de grea\u0163\u0103 tot nu-i trecu. Se g\u00e2ndi la Dr\u0103gu\u0163a, ca la un medicament…. Dintr-o dat\u0103, sim\u0163i c\u0103 \u00eei este mult mai bine. \u00cen fa\u021ba oglinzii \u00ee\u015fi potrivi papionul, trecu degetele prin p\u0103rul frumos \u00eenc\u0103, murmur\u00e2nd pentru sine, \u201eHai c\u0103 n-a fost greu, vezi c\u0103 se poate? \u00cenc\u0103 am \u201eresurse\u201d…., nu se pred\u0103 Adam Nour cu una, cu dou\u0103! Unde e macferlanul, p\u0103l\u0103ria, bastonul? Nu, bastonul nu, Dr\u0103gu\u0163a are dreptate, \u00eemi scoate \u00een eviden\u0163\u0103 prea mult maturitatea \u00eenfloritoare. Nu e vina mea c\u0103 am at\u00e2ta farmec! F\u0103r\u0103 baston…,\u201d murmur\u0103 el observ\u00e2nd cum \u00eei trece peste fa\u0163\u0103 o ciudat\u0103 umbr\u0103 portocalie.<\/p>\n

– Adam? \u015fopti Lili lipindu-\u015fi fruntea de sticla rece ca ghea\u0163a. Adam! \u00eel strig\u0103 ea din nou, ca \u015fi cum ar fi putut s-o aud\u0103. \u00cel sim\u0163i nesigur, gata s\u0103 se pr\u0103bu\u015feasc\u0103 \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi. Urm\u0103ri cu privirea silueta masiv\u0103 purtat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt, pe trotuarul \u00eengust protejat de stre\u015finile largi care fac umbr\u0103 fa\u0163adelor lipite una de alta, \u015ferpuind odat\u0103 cu strada care se desface \u00een trei alei scurte, Dog\u0103rie, Vasile Chilian, Nicolae Marinescu, care se vars\u0103, la r\u00e2ndul lor, \u00een Oborul de Vite \u015fi de acolo \u00een Drumul Luminilor. Aten\u0163ia \u00eei fu distras\u0103 de soneria de la intrare, spre care se \u00eentoarse automat. Reveni cu privirea pe fereastr\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi fi schimbat locul, dar Adam disp\u0103ruse. Disp\u0103ruse silueta care p\u0103rea s\u0103 cedeze sub greutatea macferlanului care atingea cu poalele p\u00e2rtia de z\u0103pad\u0103. Fusese Adam, sau doar \u00ee\u015fi \u00eenchipuise?
\n– Cum ar fi s\u0103 nu fi fost Adam? \u015ei dac\u0103 a fost…, murmur\u0103 Lili cu m\u00e2na pe clan\u0163a u\u015fii, u\u015fa larg deschis\u0103, fa\u0163\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 cu musafirii: Nina, domnul Vasiliu, so\u0163ul ei, Pompiliu Nataluc cu Stela…
\n– E\u015fti singur\u0103? se mir\u0103 Stela scutur\u00e2ndu-se de z\u0103pad\u0103. Unde este Adam? N-a venit?
\n– N-a venit. spune Lili, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 par\u0103 indiferent\u0103. Sunte\u0163i voi, nu-i de-ajuns?
\n– Ciudat, mi s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103-l z\u0103resc \u00eenaintea noastr\u0103, pe Strada Mare. Dar, nu…
\nU\u015fa se \u00eenchise brusc, desp\u0103r\u0163ind interiorul cald, cu miros de portocal\u0103, de gerul de-afar\u0103. \u00cen spatele geamului aburit, \u00een lumina alb\u0103struie, cei cinci trec dintr-o \u00eenc\u0103pere \u00een alta, hot\u0103r\u00e2\u0163i s\u0103 nu-\u015fi refuze nimic \u00een seara magic\u0103 a Cr\u0103ciunului.<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul se \u00eente\u0163i pe nea\u015fteptate. Macferlanul, umflat de roiul \u00eenghe\u0163at, la ad\u0103post ca \u00eentr-un iglu, \u00eel purt\u0103 pe Adam mai mult pe sus, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een centrul vechi al ora\u015fului, oprindu-l brusc \u00een dreptul cet\u0103\u0163uii, luminat\u0103 ca ziua. \u00cen curtea lelei Maria, peste pode\u0163, ajunse f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai \u015ftie de sine. Vom\u0103 cu capul \u00eenfundat in toalet\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd sim\u0163i gust de s\u00e2nge \u00een cerul gurii. Ridic\u0103 privirea, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i vad\u0103 chipul r\u0103v\u0103\u015fit \u00een oglind\u0103 \u015fi nu se recunoscu.
\n \u201eO s\u0103 m\u0103 simt bine\u201d, bolborosi cu capul \u00eenf\u0103\u015furat \u00een prosop, culc\u00e2ndu-se pe canapea, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai sting\u0103 lumina.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

– Cum a fost? \u00eentreb\u0103 Dr\u0103gu\u0163a strecur\u00e2ndu-\u015fi m\u00e2na \u00een buzunarul lui.
\n– A\u015fa \u015fi a\u015fa!
\n– Nu te-ai distrat? se amuz\u0103 ea.
\n– Cu cine? O adun\u0103tur\u0103 de b\u0103b\u0103ciuni! pufni el z\u00e2mbind \u00eenc\u00e2ntat de fata pe care o avea la bra\u0163ul lui.<\/p>\n

(- M-a min\u0163it? N-a fost de Cr\u0103ciun cu Lili? Va \u00eentreba Dr\u0103gu\u0163a c\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu.
\n– Te-a min\u0163it, n-a vrut s\u0103 \u015ftii c\u00e2t de bolnav e, c\u0103 zilele \u00eei sunt num\u0103rate, o consol\u0103 Ilie Baldovin. Oricum, la ce bun tot zbuciumul…?
\n– L-a\u015f fi iubit mai mult, se r\u0103zvr\u0103ti fata.
\n– Mai mult de at\u00e2t?
\n– \u015ei mai mult !
\n– Pentru el a fost destul. Punct. A sosit momentul s\u0103 mergi mai departe.) <\/p>\n

Adam sosise la timp s-o vad\u0103 pe Dr\u0103gu\u0163a ie\u015find din cas\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u015furat\u0103 \u00een haina al c\u0103rei guler \u00eei venea p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een dreptul ochilor. Noaptea Anului Nou. Zgribulit \u00een haina groas\u0103, cu urechile degerate, verde la fa\u0163\u0103, cu n\u0103rile lipite de ger. Al\u0103turi, Dr\u0103gu\u0163a danseaz\u0103 halucinant, sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd intens, ar\u0103t\u00e2ndu-i focul de artificii, \u015fampania rostogolindu-se \u00een pahare, globurile de cristal \u00een care se aprind lumini\u0163e fragile, care se fr\u00e2ng apoi, pe r\u00e2nd. Dr\u0103gu\u0163a insist\u0103, \u00eel trage de m\u00e2n\u0103, dar picioarele nu-l ascult\u0103. \u00cel lu\u0103 \u00een bra\u0163e, \u00ee\u015fi lipi nasul de nasul lui \u00eencremenit de ger. Adam \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva \u015fi se pr\u0103bu\u015fi pe spate, \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103, cu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi, cu buzele \u00eencle\u015ftate.
\n– Are o criza de epilepsie, se agit\u0103 o femeie, a\u015fa face \u015fi b\u0103iatu’ meu.
\n\u201eTotul se petrece \u00een favoarea ta, nu-\u0163i face griji! Mai p\u0103streaz\u0103 senza\u0163ia de team\u0103 c\u00e2t s\u0103 evadezi din co\u015fmar direct \u00eentr-un vis HD… Conjunctura \u00ee\u0163i este favorabil\u0103, totul se desf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 pe repede \u00eenainte, dar tu nu trebuie s\u0103 pierzi din vedere ni\u015fte am\u0103nunte \u015fi atitudini care \u00ee\u0163i pot folosi. Dore\u015fti o schimbare \u015fi nu \u015ftii dac\u0103 se mai poate. Orice, numai s\u0103 scapi din p\u00e2nza de p\u0103ianjen a memoriei…\u201d, \u015fopti pu\u015ftiul stropindu-i fa\u0163a cu c\u00e2teva pic\u0103turi de \u015fampanie r\u0103mase pe fundul sticlei.
\n– N-are \u201educ\u0103-se pe pustie\u201d? \u00eentreab\u0103 o femeie care-\u015fi face loc cu coatele.
\n– N-are spume la gur\u0103! spune \u015fi b\u0103rbosul c\u0103ruia i-a \u00eenghe\u0163at paharul \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.
\n– \u015ei ce dac\u0103? S-a mai v\u0103zut…. Nu cheam\u0103 nimeni salvarea? Ce stai ca lemnu’ ? o \u00eenghionti pe Dr\u0103gu\u0163a, nu vezi c\u0103 moare omu’ ?
\n– Nu e omul meu, \u00eel repezi fata.
\n– A\u015fa ziceam \u015fi eu…., se hlizi pu\u015ftiul, e mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n ca tac-tu.
\nPe cer puzderie de stele, \u00een jur zgomot infernal care-i trop\u0103ie pe creier.
\n– Ce-a fost asta? spune Dr\u0103gu\u0163a. Instrumentele f\u0103cute \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri, zboar\u0103 peste capetele ame\u0163ite.
\n– Dac\u0103 mi-ar fi spus cineva c\u0103…., bomb\u0103ni un tip cu c\u0103ciula tras\u0103 pe urechi, Nu mi-a\u0163i v\u0103zut m\u0103nu\u015file? \u00eentreba el privind \u00een jur.
\n– … Nu m-a\u015f fi gr\u0103bit s\u0103 ajung aici, spune Dr\u0103gu\u0163a, dac\u0103 asta ai vrut s\u0103 auzi de la mine…!
\n– P\u0103i, da! E\u015fti profund\u0103 \u015fi destul de \u201eb\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103\u201d, pentru v\u00e2rsta ta. O privi admirativ, c\u00e2\u0163i ani ai?
\n– C\u00e2t \u00eemi dai?
\n– Vreo 23-24?
\n– Gre\u015fit, am 19! \u00cei \u00eentoarse spatele c\u0103ut\u00e2nd cu privirea \u00een jur. Unde a disp\u0103rut Adam? Hei, l-a v\u0103zut cineva pe domnul cu haina neagr\u0103, de blan\u0103?
\n– L-au dus la spital…, auzi o voce dulce desprinz\u00e2ndu-se din zgomotul nebun al nop\u0163ii. Dr\u0103gu\u0163a travers\u0103 parcul trop\u0103ind prin z\u0103pada groas\u0103, sub care crescuse deja o crust\u0103 de ghea\u0163\u0103. \u00cencerc\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi aminteasc\u0103 ultimele lui cuvinte. Inutil. Un ger n\u0103prasnic, ca o plapum\u0103 de ghea\u0163\u0103, cobor\u00e2se peste ora\u015f.
\n– Asta a fost tot? se bosumfl\u0103 pornind, de una singur\u0103, spre cas\u0103. \u201eS\u0103 nu-i spui lui Ilie\u201d, \u00eei citise pe buze…
\n– Nici lui Ilie, nici lu’ tata, \u015ftiu s\u0103 p\u0103strez un secret.
\n– Am nevoie de Lili, \u015foptise Adam, ea \u015ftie ce s\u0103…
\n– \u015ei eu, nu ? se sup\u0103r\u0103 Dr\u0103gu\u0163a. E\u015fti bolnav? se mir\u0103 fata care nu suferise \u00een via\u0163a ei.
\n– Nu foarte tare, se eschiv\u0103 Adam.
\n– Te cred z\u00e2mbi ea, g\u00e2ndind c\u0103 este doar \u201ecochet\u0103rie de om b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u201d.
\n– \u201eB\u0103tr\u00e2n?\u201d se sup\u0103rase Adam, care o \u201ecitise\u201d deja, n-am nici un fir de p\u0103r alb…
\n– A\u015fa o fi, \u00eel lini\u015fti ea, pot s\u0103 trec m\u00e2ine, s\u0103 te v\u0103d?
\n– Da, de\u015fi nu sunt \u00een cea mai bun\u0103 form\u0103.
\n– \u00ce\u0163i las m\u0103nu\u015file mele?
\n– Nu-i l\u0103sa nimic, ce s\u0103 fac\u0103 cu ele? se mir\u0103 asistenta.
\n– S\u0103-i poarte noroc.
\n– Mai mult de at\u00e2t? Bine c\u0103 a sc\u0103pat cu via\u0163\u0103! Unde i-o fi fost mintea? Sunt – 17 grade!
\n– Mie nu mi-e frig, \u015fopti Dr\u0103gu\u0163a.
\n– Nici lui, dac\u0103 ar avea v\u00e2rsta ta.
\n– Cine spune?
\n– Eu!
\n– E u\u015for, \u0163ii pasul cu mine, \u00eel \u00eencurajase Dr\u0103gu\u0163a.
\n– \u00cencerc!
\n– Nu-i de-ajuns….
\n– Ce c\u00e2nt\u0103? \u00eentreb\u0103 Adam.
\n– Forever young…
\n– Muzica tinere\u0163ii mele…
\n– Bine zis, \u015fopti Dr\u0103gu\u0163a m\u00e2ng\u00e2indu-l pe obraz, numai c\u0103 tinere\u0163ea e, ca \u015fi cum n-ar fi fost niciodat\u0103…
\n– E\u015fti rea, am avut \u015fi eu momentele mele de glorie!
\n– C\u00e2nd? \u00eentreb\u0103 Dr\u0103gu\u0163a
\n– C\u00e2nd am cunoscut-o pe Ada roiau frumuse\u0163ile \u00een jurul meu.
\n– Odat\u0103…, dar eu te iubesc \u015fi a\u015fa.
\n– C\u00e2t o s\u0103 dureze?
\n– P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd moartea ne va desp\u0103r\u0163i, murmur\u0103 fata s\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-l pe t\u00e2mpl\u0103.
\n– Crezi?
\n– Suntem ni\u015fte p\u0103pu\u015fi…, \u00eei \u015fopti Dr\u0103gu\u0163a \u00een ureche. \u00centr-o zi, p\u0103pu\u015farul ne va \u00eenlocui cu alte p\u0103pu\u015fi mai frumoase, noi, elegante. Nimic nu-i ve\u015fnic pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\n– Nu pot s\u0103 m\u0103 obi\u015fnuiesc. Dar tu, de unde \u015ftii? se mir\u0103 Adam.
\n– M\u0103 uit \u015fi eu \u00een jur, aud, v\u0103d, vorbesc cu unul, cu altul! Am fost obligat\u0103, de mic\u0103, s\u0103 fac a\u015fa ceva.
\n– E\u015fti at\u00e2t de ciudat\u0103 uneori, unde dispare copilul din tine?
\n– Care copil? z\u00e2mbi Dr\u0103gu\u0163a. Uit\u0103-te la lume, ce vezi?
\n– Simt c\u0103 le\u015fin… <\/p>\n

A doua zi, alb la fa\u0163\u0103, ca o stafie \u00een c\u0103me\u015foiul de spital, Adam primi vizite. Un stol vesel de figurante \u00eel cople\u015fi cu aten\u0163ia. Din u\u015fa \u00eentredeschis\u0103, Lili urm\u0103ri tabloul vivant, \u00een mijlocul c\u0103ruia se i\u0163ea capul oval, cu p\u0103rul \u00eencurcat \u015fi fa\u0163a acoperit\u0103 de barba \u00eenspicat\u0103.
\n– Nu le-am chemat eu, se scuz\u0103 el rotunjind fiecare liter\u0103 \u00een parte.
\n– Doamne fere\u015fte, cine crede a\u015fa ceva? se amuz\u0103 Lili. \u0162i-am adus ceva…
\n– Da? se anim\u0103 Adam flutur\u00e2nd m\u00e2inile cu degete sub\u0163iri de o stranie frumuse\u0163e. Gata fetelor, sunt confuz…, ne vedem m\u00e2ine!
\n\u00cel privir\u0103 uimite, – Cine joac\u0103 desear\u0103?
\n– Cine, necine! suspin\u0103 Adam m\u0103rind suspansul. Dublura mea, cel mai bun actor pe care l-a avut F-niul, \u00eenainte de \u201eexilul\u201d meu for\u0163at. Se l\u0103s\u0103 t\u0103cerea. Sunt curios…, \u015fopti privind pe geam, ce-o s\u0103 ias\u0103…
\n– Doctorul n-o s\u0103 fie de acord, interveni Lili potrivindu-i perna sub cap.
\n– Draga mea, mi-am renegat p\u0103rin\u0163ii pentru str\u0103ina pe care n-o voiau, m-am \u00eensurat cu cine nu trebuia, am fugit din patul conjugal c\u00e2nd iubirea s-a dus pe apa s\u00e2mbetei… Mai r\u0103u de-at\u00e2t, ce-ar putea s\u0103 mi se-nt\u00e2mple…? Crezi c\u0103 m\u0103 poate opri cineva? Poate moartea! se alint\u0103 Adam.
\n– Da…? \u015fopti Lili.
\n– Da! D\u0103-mi te rog pudriera, cred c\u0103 mi-a ie\u015fit un co\u015f \u00een barb\u0103…
\n– …?
\nLini\u015ftit, \u00eemp\u0103cat cu toate, o \u00eentreb\u0103, – Cum e afar\u0103?
\n– Cum s\u0103 fie? A\u015fa \u015fi a\u015fa!
\n– Ce mi-ai adus? \u00eentreb\u0103 Adam s\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-i podul palmei drepte.
\n– Pe Dr\u0103gu\u0163a! spune Luci privindu-l de sus.
\n– De unde \u015ftii? \u00eentreb\u0103 Adam ne \u00eendr\u0103znind s\u0103-i \u00eentoarc\u0103 privirea.
\n– Corect ar fi, de c\u00e2nd! se amuz\u0103 Lili.
\n– Nu este aici, nu-i a\u015fa? suspin\u0103 Adam u\u015furat de toate. N-a\u015f vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 vad\u0103\u2026, cum ar\u0103t acum. M\u00e2ine, vii?
\n– Poate… S\u0103-\u0163i aduc ceva?
\n– Un compot de m\u0103cie\u015fe.<\/p>\n


\nOctavian MIHALCEA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

ONEIROS<\/strong><\/p>\n

profil de vechi \u00eendr\u0103gostit sculptat \u00een ghea\u021b\u0103
\na\u0219a concentrezi energia
\ntransparen\u021ba por\u021bilor sensibile<\/p>\n

muntele \u00eenc\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219te
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd silueta cutremurului<\/p>\n

sunt anun\u021bate invazii scrise \u00een stele natale
\nduble cuvinte d\u0103ruite robiei
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tot ce poate fi mai aparte
\n\u00eentr-o asemenea c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/p>\n

prin oglinzi hoinare s\u0103-\u021bi scrii biografia
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd ai c\u0103uta linia cr\u0103pat\u0103 a m\u0103rii
\nsau femeia din rana altui eu<\/p>\n


\nPRINCIPIUL EXTAZULUI COMBINAT<\/strong><\/p>\n

singura obsesie dulce
\nsau pasul ce nu se va schimba
\n\u00eentors din calea br\u0103zdat\u0103 cu zim\u021bi
\ncu multe \u00eengenunchieri<\/p>\n

am legat por\u021bile de por\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 sfial\u0103
\na\u0219a cum f\u0103ceam acolo jos
\nc\u00e2nd ce\u021burile plecau
\ndup\u0103 norul anatemei<\/p>\n

parc\u0103 alungate din vitralii
\ntrupurile sprijin\u0103 pere\u021bi invizibili<\/p>\n

mult fum prizat \u00een singur\u0103tate
\nelegan\u021b\u0103 \u0219i cruzime
\ncruzime \u0219i elegan\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n


\nNUME<\/strong>
\nlui Mircea Br\u0103ili\u021ba<\/em><\/p>\n

niciodat\u0103 \u00eendeajuns<\/p>\n

aminte\u0219te-\u021bi numele!
\naminte\u0219te-\u021bi numele!<\/p>\n

cine sufer\u0103
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 Dun\u0103rea neagr\u0103
\nnu se mai \u00eentoarce
\npentru a iubi
\npentru a urma
\nierni t\u0103iate<\/p>\n


\nCLAROBSCUR<\/strong><\/p>\n

proiectul sf\u00e2r\u0219itului
\n(orice nou \u00eenceput)
\napare pictat
\npentru izbucnire
\nvitez\u0103 sanguin\u0103 la \u00eentrecere
\ncu vorbele frumoase
\nr\u0103stignite<\/p>\n

istoria repet\u0103 blestemul medita\u021biei
\nlucid spectru aproape sublim
\n\u00eenfrigurare pe fondul unei p\u00e2nze
\nstr\u0103in\u0103 acum
\nf\u0103r\u0103 pre\u021b<\/p>\n


\nM\u0102\u0218TI<\/strong><\/p>\n

zidire spre inima \u00eentunericului cald
\nascuns dup\u0103 largi draperii
\nora\u0219ului indiscret<\/p>\n

camere str\u00e2mte cu pere\u021bi \u00eenal\u021bi
\nfocul alung\u0103 f\u00e2\u0219ia sub\u021bire de fericire
\ntravestit\u0103 fericire
\nbijuteria iluziei din col\u021b<\/p>\n

cine dispare dup\u0103 u\u0219\u0103?
\ncui r\u0103m\u00e2n visele?<\/p>\n

machiate m\u0103\u0219ti vor respira p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ine
\nza\u021bul se va usca pe cea\u0219ca mo\u0219tenit\u0103
\nrud\u0103 de s\u00e2nge cu nea\u0219teptatele surp\u0103ri<\/p>\n

la fel, amintirea se modific\u0103, u\u0219or…<\/p>\n


\nSINGURA PAS\u0102RE<\/strong>
\nlui Alex Ivanov<\/em><\/p>\n

tocmai am trezit aceast\u0103 pas\u0103re
\nce se pierduse prin s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 gratii, fluturi b\u0103tr\u00e2ni vestesc legile visului
\npe la ferestre, ochi timizi a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nculorile curcubeului gentil<\/p>\n

acest zbor va curge spre piatr\u0103
\nodat\u0103 cu glasul f\u0103r\u0103 amintire<\/p>\n

altfel de c\u00e2\u0219tig
\nc\u00e2nd doar pauzele cifrului
\nvorbesc despre ciocul ascu\u021bit
\nal Poeziei<\/p>\n


\nINIMA PE\u0218TILOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

exist\u0103 alt\u0103 or\u0103 universal\u0103?
\ntrecem \u00eembujora\u021bi printre vechi ceasuri?
\ninima pe\u0219tilor bate c\u00e2nd vrea ea?<\/p>\n

f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile nasc ape moi<\/p>\n

ne trezim brusc
\n\u00eeneca\u021bi de sclipirea
\naltor culori<\/p>\n

nu putem trece<\/p>\n


\nIDEE FINAL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

a sta sub raze diluate
\na \u00eenconjura
\nun trup gol
\ncu p\u0103rere de r\u0103u<\/p>\n

nu doar venele pot fi \u00eempunse
\npe drumul somnului din vis<\/p>\n

petrecerea final\u0103 alung\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103rile
\nfine\u021bea zilelor
\njoc de care nu \u021bi-a fost dat
\ns\u0103 te fere\u0219ti<\/p>\n

glisare p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\nuria\u0219\u0103 statur\u0103 ce ascunde<\/p>\n


\nGheorghe Andrei NEAGU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Zbor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei cum \u00ee\u0163i spuneam:
\n– D\u0103 ur\u00e2tul afar\u0103 pe u\u015f\u0103
\ndeschide fereastra
\ns\u0103-\u0163i intre \u00een suflet
\nun nou r\u0103s\u0103rit
\nAi mai prins unul
\ndin cele care \u0163i-au mai r\u0103mas de tr\u0103it
\nApoi, c\u00e2nd vine \u00eenserarea
\n\u00cenchide fereastra
\nCa s\u0103 nu-\u0163i plece sufletul
\nde dorul r\u0103s\u0103ritului
\n\u015fi s\u0103 zboare
\nSpre Marea-ntunecare.<\/p>\n


\nPsalmul luminii<\/strong>
\n\t(lui Paul Verlaine)<\/em><\/p>\n

Ascuns\u0103-n col\u0163ul umed al ierbii,
\nLumina-\u0163i mai c\u00e2nt\u0103 odat\u0103-nvierea.
\nIar tu, craiul p\u0103durilor negre,
\nCu s\u00e2mburi de adev\u0103r printre crengi.
\n\u00cembraci s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a iubirii din umbr\u0103,
\nPe acelea\u015fi poteci,
\nC\u00e2nd ochii iubitei, lumina nop\u0163ilor tale,
\nCa piersici stropite de patimi,
\n\u0162i-au d\u0103ruit \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu
\nUn Paul Verlaine,
\nR\u00e2z\u00e2nd cu fa\u0163a stropit\u0103 de soare,
\n\u015ei cu piciorul ascuns \u00een ad\u00e2ncimi amare,
\nTe-ai coco\u0163at pe-o alt\u0103 ramur\u0103 de via\u0163\u0103,
\n\u00cen prima felie de lun\u0103, \u00een primul s\u0103rut,
\n\u015ei ai fugit,
\nCu prima dorin\u021b\u0103 adus\u0103 de v\u00e2nt,
\nAscuns\u0103-n col\u0163ul umed al ierbii. <\/p>\n


\nBalada <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei surd, cu furie am lovit,
\nSp\u0103rg\u00e2nd lutul sicriului meu,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd sub mine orbi\u0163i
\n\u015ei ciocli \u015fi oameni.
\nApoi am urcat departe-n Golgota,
\nPe scara infinit\u0103.
\nRug\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 dorului,
\nCerului \u015fi iadului,
\nCu ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103 de rug s\u0103 m\u0103 redea
\nAceluia\u015fi eu, aleluia.<\/p>\n


\nMomente<\/strong><\/p>\n

E o dulce nebunie \u00een tot ce m\u0103-nconjoar\u0103
\n\u00cen frigul de sub frunte, \u00een frigul de afar\u0103
\n\u015ei \u00een z\u0103pada mult\u0103 c\u0103zut\u0103 peste r\u00e2u
\nCe zace \u00eenghe\u0163at\u0103 \u015fi-ncremenit\u0103-n gr\u00e2u
\nE o armonie rece \u00een umedul p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u015ei-o r\u0103t\u0103cire crud\u0103 \u015fi-o r\u0103t\u0103cire-n v\u00e2nt
\n\u00cen pacea dintre aripi crescute \u00eentre ploi
\n\u015ei-n goana ce cuprinse iubirea dintre noi
\n\u00cen z\u0103mislirea alb\u0103 ivit\u0103 \u00eentre st\u00e2nci
\nCe poposise tainic, \u00een ochii mari de prunci.
\nO pas\u0103re de prad\u0103 cu s\u00e2ngele \u00een cioc
\nCe ne-a cuprins deodat\u0103, \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri \u015fi \u00een foc
\n\u015ei ne-a distrus poemul \u00eenfiripat \u00een var\u0103
\n\u015ei ne-a luat iubirea, ne-a izgonit afar\u0103
\nDe aceea pl\u00e2ngem singuri \u015fi tremur\u0103m sub soare
\nC\u00e2nd zace-n noi durerea speran\u0163elor amare.
\n\u015ei lacrima de s\u00e2nge c\u0103zut\u0103 pe om\u0103t
\nNe aduce lin \u00een palm\u0103 o scuz\u0103, un regret
\n\u015ei ne desparte-n fug\u0103 prin alte sentimente
\nUn milion de scuze \u015fi-o mare de momente<\/p>\n


\nPre\u0163ul<\/strong><\/p>\n

De la brut\u0103ria din col\u0163
\nam luat un kil de iubire.
\nDin rafturile unei farmacii
\nc\u00e2teva grame de fericire
\niar din pia\u0163\u0103
\nc\u00e2\u0163iva co\u0163i
\ndin z\u00e2mbetul flor\u0103resei
\nce-\u015fi desf\u0103cuse marfa
\npe o b\u0103ncu\u0163\u0103
\nplin\u0103 de zambile.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi din pridvorul bisericii
\nam luat un gram de dragoste divin\u0103
\npentru c\u0103 atunci
\nc\u00e2nd sufletul meu
\nse va a\u015fterne la picioarele tale
\ns\u0103 fie de nepre\u0163uit.<\/p>\n


\nSetea<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi s-au jupuit zilele
\n\u00een coate \u015fi-n genunchi
\nde c\u00e2nd m\u0103 strecor
\npe sub umbra zilelor tale
\nIar la \u00eencheieturi
\nau ap\u0103rut semne de rugin\u0103
\nde c\u00e2nd
\nnu mai am vorbe
\nca s\u0103 te fac
\ns\u0103-n\u0163elegi
\nsufletul meu
\ntot mai \u00eensetat.
\nAm \u00eenceput s\u0103 mor pu\u0163in
\nmai ales de c\u00e2nd
\nnu m\u0103 mai recunosc vecinii
\n\u015fi iarba nu mai r\u0103sare
\nsub talpa mea.
\nAm \u00eenceput s\u0103 mor pu\u0163in
\nmai ales de c\u00e2nd
\nfrunzele au n\u0103v\u0103lit
\nacoperindu-mi orizontul
\nca s\u0103 nu mai pot privi
\ndep\u0103rt\u0103rile
\nAm \u00eenceput s\u0103 mor pu\u0163in
\nde c\u00e2nd
\nnu v\u0103d altceva
\ndec\u00e2t u\u015fa \u00eenchis\u0103 de la cas\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nSomn<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dormi,
\nGreierii t\u0103i
\n\u0163\u00e2r\u00e2ie mai dulce dec\u00e2t cei din
\ngr\u0103dina p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103
\n\u015ei-n somnul t\u0103u
\nse strecoar\u0103 algele singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la nisipul oaselor.
\nDormi
\n\u00cen a\u015fternutul t\u0103u
\nzace tol\u0103nit ca un \u015farpe fl\u0103m\u00e2nd
\ng\u00e2ndul meu.<\/p>\n


\nNisip<\/strong><\/p>\n

St\u0103m at\u00e2ta de \u00eenghesui\u0163i
\n\u00een clepsidra asta, mam\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t am \u00eenceput
\ns\u0103 ne r\u0103nim
\nmai ales pe la col\u0163ul gurii,
\npe la spr\u00e2ncene
\npentru c\u0103 vrem
\ns\u0103 privim
\ndincolo de pere\u0163ii de sticl\u0103
\n\u00een care aburul respira\u0163iei
\nse condenseaz\u0103 \u00eentr-o perdea.
\nLumea de dincolo
\nOare mai exist\u0103?…<\/p>\n


\nB\u0103tr\u00e2nii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne mai une\u015fte doar o sum\u0103 de boli
\n\u015ei fa\u0163a zb\u00e2rcit\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd te scoli
\n\u015ei p\u0103rul ple\u015fuv \u015fi-o ton\u0103 de ur\u0103
\nV\u0103rsat\u0103-ntre noi dintr-o \u015ftirb\u0103 gur\u0103.
\nCopii s-au dus la casele lor
\nNe ceart\u0103 c\u00e2nd vin
\nVorbele grele, ne dor.
\nIar camera-i rece
\nTimpu-i prea lung durerea nu trece
\n\u015ei zace-ntre noi, c\u0103zut f\u0103r\u0103 vlag\u0103
\nDe parc\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103 s-aud\u0103, s\u0103 vad\u0103
\nSf\u00e2r\u015fitul a tot ce-odat\u0103 am fost
\nC\u00e2nd lumea avea farmec \u015fi rost.
\nM\u0103 iart\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2ne \u00een ceasul acest
\nC\u00e2nd cade din mine poemul funest
\nSuntem iar singuri. A\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 mor
\nSuntem \u00eentre v\u0103mi \u015fi ochii ne dor<\/p>\n


\nCapetele<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-am dus
\n\u015fi am f\u0103cut comand\u0103
\nde capete
\nTata s-a dus
\nMama s-a dus
\nav\u00e2nd \u00een fa\u0163a cortegiului
\nni\u015fte capete
\ndin aluat dospit
\n\u015fi-ngr\u0103m\u0103dit
\nsub form\u0103 de cruce
\nsau pur \u015fi simplu
\n\u00eentr-o form\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 form\u0103
\nca s\u0103 le \u0163in\u0103 tov\u0103r\u0103\u015fie
\n\u00een lungul drum
\nspre neant.<\/p>\n


\nHEPARIN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e somn
\nPleoapele \u00eemi cad \u00een t\u00e2mple
\nUrechile indiferente dorm
\nIar capu-i gol \u015fi m\u00e2inile c\u0103zute
\nMi-e somn, mi-e tare somn
\n\u015ei plou\u0103-n vene heparin\u0103
\n\u00cen mu\u015fchi str\u0103bate serul dur
\nMai sper \u00een noaptea mea senin\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd oasele nu m\u0103 mai dor
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\nAbia mai scriu
\nAbia de pot s\u0103 mai respir
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