{"id":18082,"date":"2022-05-18T10:17:10","date_gmt":"2022-05-18T07:17:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18082"},"modified":"2022-05-18T10:17:10","modified_gmt":"2022-05-18T07:17:10","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-37-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18082","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 37 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Adrian BOTEZ<\/strong>
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\nTOAMN\u0102 APOCALIPTIC\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

cotcod\u0103cesc alarme de ma\u015fini
\nbie\u0163i maidanezi tot \u015fchioap\u0103t\u0103 prin ploaie
\nlumea-a-nceput la cap\u0103t s\u0103 se-nmoaie
\niar de noroi copacii-s tot mai plini<\/p>\n

ce s\u0103 iube\u015fti \u00een ast\u0103-apocalips\u0103
\nschiload\u0103 \u015fi leproas\u0103 cer\u015fetoare
\nc\u00e2nd navig\u0103m umili din lips\u0103-n lips\u0103
\niar mor\u0163ii-i bat \u00een geam la fiecare?<\/p>\n

urangutani au urinat lumin\u0103
\nla gura pe\u015fterilor de pe strad\u0103
\ne ran\u0103 puroiat\u0103 orice vin\u0103<\/p>\n

e grea inima-n pieptu-\u0163i c\u00e2t o lad\u0103
\n… mormane de gunoi cosmic cl\u0103dite
\n\u00eemi casc\u0103-n s\u00e2nge vastele-mi orbite<\/p>\n

***
\n
\nARLECHINAD\u0102 AUTUMNAL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een valuri de noroi se-neac\u0103 noaptea
\nc\u00e2t de usca\u0163i sunt sfin\u0163ii din copaci
\nse-opre\u015fte rug\u0103ciunea ca \u015fi soartea
\n\u015fi vrei s\u0103 mori \u015fi nu mai vrei s\u0103 faci<\/p>\n

orbii vampiri vomit\u0103 peste g\u00e2nduri
\npodoabele de bezn\u0103 se alint\u0103
\nchiar demonul s-a plictisit s\u0103 mint\u0103
\nceasul din urm\u0103 a c\u0103zut pe sc\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

pe cruce Crist tresare printre clisme
\ncer\u015fe\u015fte r\u0103ni \u015fi picote\u015fte s\u00e2nge
\nistoria viclean\u0103 nu se fr\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

rugini martire isc\u0103 reumatisme
\n…ne-nconjur’ capul negrele coroane
\niar bufni\u0163a adaug\u0103 cinci piroane<\/p>\n


\nDUP\u0102 DOU\u0102ZECI DE ANI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adrian Dinu RACHIERU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

DAMIAN URECHE \u015eI \u201eSPECTACOLUL PRIVIRII\u201d<\/strong>
\n \u201ePoetul e rana c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\tConsiderat un mare poet minor, v\u00e2lceanul Damian Ureche (1935-1994) a fost, prin jocul iner\u0163ial al etichetologiei, \u201eexpediat\u201d (definitiv?) de critica literar\u0103. Un destin ingrat \u015fi un dosar clasat, a\u015fadar. Incapabil de a-\u015fi gestiona talentul \u015fi de a-\u015fi gospod\u0103ri gloria, poetul \u015fi-a tr\u0103it \/ cheltuit exultan\u0163a \u00eentre boem\u0103 \u015fi disimulare. Dar vibra\u0163ia sa liric\u0103 a fost sincer\u0103. Poet n\u0103scut, Damian Ureche a tr\u0103it poetic \u015fi frenetic. Din el \u0163\u00e2\u015fnea lirismul la orice provocare \/ ispitire.
\n\tF\u0103c\u00e2nd figura unui romantic \u00eent\u00e2rziat, poetul s-a hr\u0103nit din \u201espectacolul privirii\u201d, plonj\u00e2nd \u00een concret, atac\u00e2nd dezinvolt, cu dexteritate, portativul tr\u0103irilor, de la fabulosul domestic la feericul pastelizant, risipind tandre\u0163e. El nu era doar martorul unei prim\u0103veri \u201e\u00een expansiune\u201d. Nu \u00eendeajuns distilat, versul s\u0103u, miz\u00e2nd pe cantabilitate \u015fi \u015foc emo\u0163ional, vroia s\u0103 cuprind\u0103 \u201ealchimia clipei\u201d. Chipu-i, desenat \u201e\u00een penumbra candorii\u201d, se profila peste z\u0103ri eterate, vis\u00e2nd \u00eenaltul, imaculatul; dar acuz\u00e2nd, mai ap\u0103sat \u00een anii ultimi, pecetea v\u00e2rstei. \u00cencercuit de \u201ec\u0103r\u0163ile toamnei\u201d, \u00ee\u015fi temperase jubila\u0163ia. Sentimentalismul \u00eeng\u00e2na lamentativ o roman\u0163\u0103 ve\u015fted\u0103, lipsit\u0103 \u2013 din p\u0103cate \u2013 de filtru critic. Autocenzura nu prea func\u0163iona. Fluxul verbal se rev\u0103rsa ispitit de \u201eprovoc\u0103ri\u201d, fiind o \u201etranscriere\u201d a graficului erotic, cu o gesticula\u0163ie \u00eembibat\u0103 de patetism, a\u015ftept\u00e2nd cu \u00eenfrigurare \u201eo n\u0103luc\u0103 izvor\u00e2nd din cer\u201d. Care nu mai venea.
\n\tM\u00e2nat de temperament, Damian Ureche \u015fi-a urmat destinul. Aici e cheia problemei. I-am fi putut cere s\u0103 fi fost altfel? \u00cel putem certa, fie \u015fi \u00een absen\u0163\u0103? Cel care era chiar Poetul urbei, timi\u015forean prin adop\u0163ie, nu avea con\u015ftiin\u0163\u0103 de profesionist. Fire\u015fte, nu era nici un talent virgin. Fiul risipitor, doldora de talent, c\u0103l\u0103torea \u201epe sim\u0163uri\u201d. \u00ce\u015fi oferise vitaminizarea cultural\u0103 trebuincioas\u0103. Erup\u0163iile sale lirice st\u00e2rneau entuziasm. \u201eGa\u015fca\u201d l-a adulat, poetul avea nevoie de aplauze, suporterii g\u0103l\u0103gio\u015fi foiau. \u015ei frem\u0103tau, \u00een juru-i.
\n\tDamian Ureche, din p\u0103cate, nu a fost sever cu sine. Disponibilitatea sa larg\u0103, paradoxal, a fost o fr\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een calea impunerii, a urcu\u015fului \u00een topul criticii. El tr\u0103ia poetic \u015fi \u2013 \u00een consecin\u0163\u0103 \u2013 scria despre orice. Azi, amicii ori prietenii poeziei sale \u00eei evoc\u0103 cu pio\u015fenie fulguranta-i trecere. E doar o p\u0103rere c\u0103 Damian a existat, ne-a bucurat \u015fi ne-a \u00eentristat? Ei, ace\u015fti fideli, vor s\u0103-i z\u0103d\u0103rniceasc\u0103 uitarea. Bine fac. Dar critica r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een culp\u0103. Citit inadecvat, cu str\u00e2mb\u0103turi aristocrate ori restrictiv-euforic, pe latur\u0103 \u201eboem\u0103\u201d, glorific\u00e2nd produc\u0163ia \u201ede cr\u00e2\u015fm\u0103\u201d, Damian Ureche se cuvine recitit. O critic\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 datoare urmeaz\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi suflece m\u00e2necile. \u00ce\u015fi va face timp? Cred c\u0103 trebuie, e chiar o obliga\u0163ie.
\n\t\u015ei atunci vom descoperi, u\u015for dezorienta\u0163i, c\u0103 dincolo de facilitate, \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tul voio\u015fiei \u201ede vitrin\u0103\u201d, \u00een omul plin de neast\u00e2mp\u0103r locuiau impulsuri contrarii. Adev\u0103ratul Damian Ureche era un amalgam de st\u0103ri contradictorii. De ce am crede c\u0103 nu l-ar fi vizitat chinurile scrisului? Ori c\u0103 acel calvar al c\u0103ut\u0103rii n-ar fi ascuns grimasele unui temperament juc\u0103u\u015f? \u00cen spatele ghidu\u015fiilor se c\u0103sca abisul. \u015ei iat\u0103, ispitit de sirenele destinului, trecut \u015fi petrecut prin \u201einelele candorii\u201d, Poetul a gustat din \u201edulcea\u0163a nemuririi\u201d \u00een schimbul unui \u201epumn de neant\u201d. Incorigibilul boem, frecvent\u00e2nd \u201esalonul refuza\u0163ilor\u201d, se \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2na s\u0103 lanseze lejere \u201einvita\u0163ii la vis\u201d, \u00een plin context al deromantiz\u0103rii. Fiul risipitor al urbei, cel care propunea la start, ne amintim, o poezie luminoas\u0103 \u015fi candid\u0103 a r\u0103mas, \u00een pofida anilor, afectuos \u015fi naiv, s\u0103ritor \u015fi neajutorat, generos \u015fi sentimental, nota Ion Arie\u015fanu. P\u0103relnic, poezia lui Ureche st\u0103 sub semnul improviza\u0163iei. Melodicitatea, dar \u015fi facilitatea \u201eminulescian\u0103\u201d hr\u0103nesc acest lirism de cert\u0103 audien\u0163\u0103, declamativ \u2013 suferitor, atins de angoasa singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii. El poate e\u015fua \u00een ceea ce numim poezie comercial\u0103, isprav\u0103 care \u2013 deseori \u2013 s-a \u015fi \u00eent\u00e2mplat. Damian Ureche, un gheizer liric versifica pe orice tem\u0103 \u015fi, probabil, la orice or\u0103. U\u015furin\u0163a aceasta, urc\u00e2nd spre incantatoriu sau, dimpotriv\u0103, biciuind \u201enervii destinului\u201d ascundea \u00eens\u0103 o capcan\u0103. Existen\u0163a accidentat\u0103 a poetului, trecut prin grele \u00eencerc\u0103ri (intrate \u00een circuitul foclorizant al cafenelei) se r\u0103sfr\u00e2nge \u00eentr-un dramatism discret, ferit \u2013 s-ar zice \u2013 de torturantele nelini\u015fti existen\u0163iale. Substan\u0163a melopeic\u0103 estompeaz\u0103 chinul interoga\u0163iei; iar percutan\u0163a acestei poezii, adresabilitatea ei cuceresc de\u00eendat\u0103, seduc\u00e2nd prin improviza\u0163ie metaforizant\u0103 \u015fi sensibilitate candid\u0103, u\u015for manierist\u0103.
\n\tPreocupat s\u0103 ne ofere \u201efrunze c\u0103zute din toate c\u0103r\u0163ile\u201d, recuper\u00e2nd ceea ce fosta cenzur\u0103, h\u0103cuind at\u00e2tea manuscrise, eliminase, n\u0103d\u0103jduind a ie\u015fi dintr-o lung\u0103 singur\u0103tate, \u00eenjgheb\u00e2nd dialogul cu \u201eiubita de fum\u201d (m\u00e2ng\u00e2indu-i umbra \u00eentr-un eros crepuscular), mai pu\u0163in preocupat de aventura scriiturii \u015fi, mai ales, antologat \u201ela s\u00e2nge\u201d, Damian Ureche putea s\u0103-\u015fi ia destinul \u00een serios. O revan\u015f\u0103 str\u0103lucit\u0103 \u00eei st\u0103tea la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103. S\u0103-i repro\u015f\u0103m timpul pierdut? Inutil. Incorigibil, poetul cu z\u00e2mbetul \u201esigilat\u201d revenea dup\u0103 experien\u0163e traumatizante, livrate romanesc. S\u0103 amintim aici \u00eencerc\u0103rile sale prozastice (Prin\u0163ul marelui pu\u0163in, 1971 \u015fi Nunta utopic\u0103, 1993), e drept f\u0103r\u0103 disciplin\u0103 epic\u0103. \u201eFrontierist\u201d, suport\u00e2nd \u015fi o condamnare, poetul va livra astfel de episoade autobiografice, \u00eencredin\u0163\u00e2nd cititorului experien\u0163e dure. Va fi p\u0103r\u0103sit \u201eiadul lichid\u201d? La ce bun? Putem r\u0103spunde peste timp, c\u00e2t\u0103 vreme c\u0103r\u0163ile sale, purt\u00e2nd amprenta altei v\u00e2rste, desp\u0103r\u0163indu-se, a\u015fadar, de \u201etemperamentul prim\u0103verii\u201d (1964, c\u00e2nd debuta editorial) fac proba unui incontestabil talent, mai pu\u0163in atent (sau, pe alocuri, deloc preocupat) cu (de) propria-i reu\u015fit\u0103. Cu cerneal\u0103 \u201eobosit\u0103\u201d, risipitorul poet, cel care \u201ebea singur\u0103tatea\u201d, \u201euitat\u201d (dar a fost el uitat?) \u015fi \u201earestat de crini\u201d, str\u0103in de lirismul apter, a navigat f\u0103r\u0103 busol\u0103, contempl\u00e2nd, patetic-gestual, cum \u201ese scutur\u0103 via\u0163a\u201d.<\/p>\n


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

Peisaj pluvial<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u0219 cere ploii s\u0103 m\u0103 ierte dac\u0103 nu \u0219tiu ce dor a cuprins obrajii ei de cea\u021b\u0103
\n mai mult nu i-a\u0219 putea spune
\n \u0219oaptele se topesc
\nnu pot s\u0103 cred c\u0103 tu ai adormit \u00een mine,
\n Nori de alabastru cern nisipul m\u0103rii:
\n \u00eencerc s\u0103 te prind din urm\u0103 printre valuri
\nE ploaia cea mai scump\u0103 dintre toate minunile
\n care te a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00een rama ferestrei ca alt\u0103 dat\u0103
\ntunetul vocii ar vrea s\u0103 te str\u00e2ng\u0103 la piept, iluzoriu si grav
\n Senin, s\u00e2ngele se scurge printre umbrele\u2026
\nnu vezi casele aliniate pe partea dreapt\u0103 a str\u0103zii
\nfiindc\u0103 circul\u0103 acolo doar aripa sf\u00e2ntului duh.
\nAlinia\u021bi-v\u0103! picurii de ploaie sunt at\u00e2t de ordona\u021bi:
\n Cumin\u021bi \u0219i idolatri, ei pot sim\u021bi zborul!
\nZei\u021ba palorii v\u0103 d\u0103 t\u00e2rcoale,
\nve\u021bi adulmeca numele ei de fiar\u0103
\ncopacii rumeg\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere ultimii pa\u0219i ai secundelor
\n abia atunci sufletul meu bolnav de tine
\n \u00ee\u0219i aminte\u0219te c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mai tr\u0103ie\u0219te\u2026<\/p>\n


\npeisaj de toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

***
\nsub pa\u0219ii mei \u00eendurera\u021bi,
\nfrunzele strivite
\n\u00ee\u021bi \u0219opteau numele:
\n\u0219i tu nu e\u0219ti aici\u2026
\n m\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtez din ce \u00een ce mai mult de tine
\n te simt dezlipit din sufletul meu copt ca un fruct at\u00e2rnat
\nsinguratic pe ram\u2026
\nte-am c\u0103utat \u0219i nic\u0103ieri nu te-am putut afla\u2026
\nte-ai topit \u00een s\u00e2ngele meu clocotind
\nliniile \u0219erpuitoare ale destinului te urm\u0103reau p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103tul pove\u0219tii
\nte-am uitat\u2026
\nodat\u0103 ce piesa era terminat\u0103, actorii p\u0103\u0219eau gr\u0103bi\u021bi al\u0103turi de frunze,
\n ca nu cumva s\u0103 ating\u0103 din gre\u0219eal\u0103 visele clorofilei
\n***
\nte vedeam din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd dans\u00e2nd cu secundele ce \u0219i-au a\u0219ternut obosite
\ntrupul de cea\u021b\u0103 \u00eentre noi
\nm\u0103rind \u0219i mai tare umbrele \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103toare ale serii
\n a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng \u00een pumni
\ndar nu m\u0103 las\u0103 v\u00e2ntul:
\nar fi zadarnic
\n tot nu e\u0219ti aici<\/p>\n


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

toamna-\u0219i pl\u00e2nge \u00een somn
\nlacrimile aurii:
\nfrunze!<\/p>\n


\nLa cinematograf. P\u00e2nz\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

E\u0219ti ecranul perfect
\n\u00een care eu m\u0103 v\u0103d uneori:
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103, mic\u0103, p\u0103\u0219ind spre p\u00e2nza
\npe care va rula filmul
\ncu \u00eencetinitorul \u2013
\n Pa\u0219ii mei sunt moi, de p\u00e2sl\u0103
\n\u00centind palmele s\u0103 te pip\u0103i prin nori
\n\u00cemi aminte\u0219ti de zilele acelea
\nC\u00e2nd m\u0103 duceam cu ai mei la cinematograful din centrul ora\u0219ului:
\nMie \u00eemi cump\u0103rau acadele
\n Ei ron\u021b\u0103iau mentosane\u2026
\n(A, nu erau semin\u021be de floarea-soarelui
\npe care toat\u0103 lumea le scuipa pe jos p\u00e2n\u0103 se f\u0103cea un covor rugos
\natunci te \u00eenecai cu mirosul lor gre\u021bos)
\nCojile stafidite \u00eemi creau o impresie de peisaj uleios \u00een care to\u021bi \u00eenotam
\nca s\u0103 ne salv\u0103m dintre tentaculele caracati\u021bei ur\u00e2t mirositoare
\nApoi mergeam din ce \u00een ce mai rar, semn c\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2neam,
\nfilmul se derula frenetic
\nEra acela\u0219i pe care \u00eel vedeam de fiecare dat\u0103
\n\u021bin\u00e2nd m\u00e2na mea tremur\u00e2nd\u0103
\n\u00een m\u00e2na celor mari din jurul meu
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bea miroase peste tot la fel: ca la cinematograf –
\n\u00een \u00eentuneric oamenii devin animale de manej v\u00e2nate de cowboy
\ncu pulpele c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ii sumese
\npriveam westernurile preferate ale tat\u0103lui meu
\n\u0219i tot m\u0103 minunam de ce z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 uneori cu al lui John Wayne
\npentru c\u0103 \u0219i tu e\u0219ti un v\u00e2n\u0103tor
\nal felinelor domestice pe post de prad\u0103\u2026
\nte urm\u0103ream pe ecranul
\nvie\u021bii mele
\n\u0219i m\u0103 vedeam mereu pe mine
\nprin tine, prin ochii t\u0103i mari ascun\u0219i dup\u0103 o p\u00e2nz\u0103 veche\u2026<\/p>\n


\ndespre sf\u00e2r\u0219it. finalul tuturor lucrurilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi va fi greu s\u0103 mor
\nnu a\u0219 putea s\u0103 m\u0103 despart dec\u00e2t greu de lumea aceasta
\na culorilor vii
\ncare \u00eemi bucur\u0103 retina cu fiecare anotimp
\npetrecut sub imperiul \u00eentrepid al ochilor t\u0103i
\nnu a\u0219 avea cum s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtez prea tare
\nde c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ile tale care \u00eemi vorbesc mult mai mult
\ndec\u00e2t m\u00e2inile tale\u2026
\n\u00eemi va fi greu s\u0103 nu te mai iubesc
\ndezlipindu-m\u0103 de tine ca un fir de nisip
\nce \u021bi-a alintat pentru o clip\u0103
\nepiderma viselor pustii
\n\u00eemi va fi greu s\u0103 te ur\u0103sc:
\nm-a\u0219 dezice de s\u00e2ngele meu curg\u00e2nd ca un \u0219uvoi decolorat
\nce las\u0103 o d\u00e2r\u0103 fin\u0103 \u00eenspre buzele tale
\n\u00eemi va fi greu s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc
\n\u0219tiind c\u0103 voi muri
\ndeparte de melodia vocii tale pe care o \u0219tiu pe dinafar\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

eram ca doi eroi ponosi\u021bi
\nce \u00ee\u0219i dau palme la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul unui episod prea scurt
\natunci, ca s\u0103 se simt\u0103 mai revigora\u021bi, spectatorii vor zice:
\nprea repede s-a stins\u2026
\nm\u0103car s\u0103 fi apucat nou\u0103zeci \u0219i nou\u0103 de ani
\nhappyendul nu exist\u0103 dec\u00e2t pe ecranele gigantice
\nale unor lumi nev\u0103zute\u2026
\n copacul \u00ee\u0219i \u00eentindea spre tine ramura lui nevrotic\u0103 \u2013
\niarna \u00eei smulgea din epiderm\u0103
\nlarvele unui c\u00e2ntec
\no frunz\u0103 flasc\u0103
\n \u00ee\u0219i spunea prea t\u00e2rziu povestea, mult prea t\u00e2rziu\u2026
\n era un c\u00e2ntec de leb\u0103d\u0103
\nnu a\u0219 putea s\u0103 privesc finalul tuturor lucrurilor
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bii tu de m\u00e2n\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\ntu \u0219i toamna<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u00e2inile tale miros a toamn\u0103,
\na nuc cu frunzele \u00eent\u00e2rziate pe ram,
\n ochii t\u0103i limpezi mi se \u00eenfig \u00een carne
\nde fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd strigi:
\n aici nu e loc pentru am\u00e2ndoi\u2026
\n de aceea eu trec prin ploaie, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-te ne\u00eencetat
\nm\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b de orice culoare ca de ultima \u0219ans\u0103
\n de a te mai iubi\u2026<\/p>\n


\n Diminea\u021b\u0103 de noiembrie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Litere negre se a\u0219terneau \u00eenaintea pa\u0219ilor mei striden\u021bi:
\nse aliniau pe cer p\u0103s\u0103ri descriind un V perfect
\nele c\u0103l\u0103toreau mereu spre apus
\n\u0219i prin zborul lor maiestuos \u00eemi aminteau de toate g\u00e2ndurile mele
\ncare se \u00eendreptau spre inima ta ca spre un \u0219uvoi cald
\ncerul de noiembrie dogorea \u00een s\u00e2ngele meu
\n\u00eenscriindu-se \u00een traiectorii neb\u0103nuite
\n de ceilal\u021bi\u2026
\nNici tu nu \u0219tiai c\u0103 dimine\u021bile de noiembrie
\n\u00eemi ap\u0103reau ca un stol de p\u0103s\u0103ri negre
\nce se aliniau cumin\u021bi printre nori \u0219i vise\u2026<\/p>\n


\ndrumul dimine\u021bilor sf\u0103r\u00e2mate <\/strong><\/p>\n

alergam \u00eenspre b\u0103t\u0103ile ritmice ale inimii tale prea mari,
\nstr\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2nd artere n\u0103valnice
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le fi putut opri dinainte zbuciumul\u2026
\n \u00eenot\u00e2nd \u00een valurile de lumin\u0103 ce m\u0103 \u00eenconjurau pretutindeni albastre
\n te visam l\u00e2ng\u0103 pleoapele mele –
\n primind dimine\u021bile ca pe un dar al zeilor – clipe f\u0103r\u00e2mate
\n\u0219i timp r\u0103sturnat \u2013 at\u00e2t a\u0219 mai putea \u00eenc\u0103lzi \u00eentre gene: dorul de palmele tale!<\/p>\n


\n Mici \u00eencerc\u0103ri de resuscitare a g\u00e2ndului de a nu te avea aproape<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00ce\u021bi scriam din ce \u00een ce mai greu
\n acum c\u0103 toamna \u00ee\u0219i aliniase norii ei \u00eenspre ochii no\u0219tri fumurii – eram
\n prea obosi\u021bi s\u0103 ne \u00eempreun\u0103m m\u00e2inile preg\u0103tite de ultimul dans\u2026
\n Ce puteam s\u0103 fac?!
\n Te \u00eentrebam mereu ce culoare are p\u0103rul meu
\n \u0218i nu \u0219tiai ce s\u0103 zici\u2026 nici a\u0219a, nici altfel\u2026
\n Te \u00eentrebam c\u00e2t de lungi sunt genele mele
\n \u0219i nu credeai c\u0103 m\u0103 pot alinta chiar at\u00e2t
\n ca o frunz\u0103 alungat\u0103 spre p\u0103m\u00e2nt\u2026
\n Da, nu aveam altceva \u00een s\u00e2nge \u2013 dormitau acolo sute de \u00eentreb\u0103ri
\n \u0218i, da, te p\u0103stram doar pe tine\u2026
\nnu aveam dec\u00e2t g\u00e2ndurile mele
\n\u0219i palmele umede c\u00e2nd ap\u0103sam tastatura dureroas\u0103
\ndin care ie\u0219ea fumul visului \u00een care noi doi valsam nebune\u0219te\u2026
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine trecea \u00een fug\u0103, pentru a mia oar\u0103,
\ndorin\u021ba de a te face s\u0103-mi r\u0103spunzi la fel de frem\u0103t\u0103tor ca
\nprima dat\u0103\u2026
\naflam care era concluzia ta – imperturbabil\u0103 ca a sfinxului
\niubirea ta disp\u0103ruse subit \u00een cea\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i replica ta, ah, replica ta de final era la fel de t\u0103ioas\u0103
\nca un bisturiu uitat pe masa din sala aseptic\u0103
\npartea plin\u0103 a paharului
\ne prea mic\u0103 \u00een compara\u021bie cu cea goal\u0103
\nnu aveai cum s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103
\nprivindu-mi de la distan\u021b\u0103 p\u0103rul argintiu
\ntotul suna a refren al unei mor\u021bi am\u00e2nate\u2026
\naici nu e vorba de jum\u0103t\u0103\u021bi,
\nci doar de un pahar pe care \u00eel prime\u0219ti la sf\u00e2r\u0219it: plin ochi\u2026<\/p>\n


\nportretul unui orb<\/strong><\/p>\n

veneai \u00eenspre mine
\nca un orb care \u00ee\u0219i \u00eendreapt\u0103 pa\u0219ii spre m\u00e2ine
\nvis\u00e2nd s\u0103 se contopeasc\u0103 \u00eentr-una din zile
\ncu verdele m\u0103rii
\nbenzile str\u0103zii se \u00eentret\u0103iau numai ca s\u0103 te primeasc\u0103 la s\u00e2nul ei:
\nerai doar tu singur un cuceritor, un zeu\u2026
\nnici nu te dezbr\u0103case\u0219i bine de epiderma tocit\u0103
\nc\u0103 \u0219oaptele mele
\nte \u00eentinereau din ce \u00een ce mai mult
\natunci am v\u0103zut c\u0103 ai trecut mai departe cu pupilele dilatate
\natins ca de un blestem: nu ai s\u0103 mai po\u021bi iubi niciodat\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nZece femei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen mine locuiesc zece femei:
\nprima te iube\u0219te nebune\u0219te
\nrecunosc\u00e2nd \u00een s\u00e2ngele ei
\ndoar o culoare \u2013 a ochilor t\u0103i!
\na doua – la fel: parc\u0103 ar fi nebun\u0103\u2026
\nse comport\u0103 \u0219col\u0103re\u0219te: ar copia \u0219i ar lua un doi la examenul
\ncu profesorul foarte sever
\nCu a treia lucrurile cap\u0103t\u0103 o alt\u0103 \u00eentors\u0103tur\u0103,
\nea fiind mult mai matur\u0103\u2026
\na patra te ur\u0103\u0219te destul\u2026
\nea e regina nes\u0103tul\u0103 care \u00eenghite pionii de pe tabla de \u0219ah
\ntot ea e cea care \u00ee\u0219i car\u0103 regele \u00een spate
\nuit\u00e2nd de lume, ar vrea s\u0103 \u00eel \u00eenjunghie mi\u0219ele\u0219te, d\u00e2ndu-i mat
\nori de c\u00e2te ori p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219te cearceaful p\u0103tat
\na cincea e \u00eenalt\u0103 \u0219i dreapt\u0103
\nte \u00een\u021belege perfect, te a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd lumea s-ar sf\u00e2r\u0219i inevitabil
\n\u00eentr-un accident la nivel planetar, inamovibil
\n\u0219i dinamic
\na \u0219asea e amanta care se dezbrac\u0103 de fiecare dat\u0103 \u00een prag
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd parfumul ei ca un \u0219arpe s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi \u00eencol\u0103ceasc\u0103 trupul r\u0103nit \u00een at\u00e2tea r\u0103zboaie
\ncu ochiul firav \u0219i s\u00e2nii prea plini
\nea \u021bi se d\u0103 liber\u0103
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 for\u021beze nota
\na \u0219aptea chiar de e deja divor\u021bat\u0103
\na p\u0103\u0219it m\u00e2ndr\u0103 sub ramurile tale \u2013 alint\u00e2ndu-se
\nsuficient de tare, \u0219tiind c\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul se poate topi sub m\u00e2inile tale fierbin\u021bi
\nea e un copac cu din\u021bi
\ncare te va \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a cu drag
\na opta e mama cea de mult uitat\u0103
\nculcat\u0103 \u00eentr-un morm\u00e2nt prea str\u00e2mt
\nprea gola\u0219
\n\u00een care nu te mai \u00eembraci de prea mult timp\u2026
\na noua femeie e cuceritoarea
\nce te las\u0103 singur \u00een cas\u0103
\nplec\u00e2nd la toate luptele importante pentru ea
\niar a zecea a \u00eencercat s\u0103 fie doar un om bun
\nca un rod folositor \u0219i dulce\u2026<\/p>\n


\nDoina CERNICA<\/strong>
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Maimu\u0163ele Albastre din Akrotiri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poate le mai privisem \u015fi \u00eenainte, dar de v\u0103zut le-am v\u0103zut prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd Niadi le-a ales pentru copertele c\u0103r\u0163ii sale de eseuri de istoria filosofiei \u015fi filosofia culturii. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd m-am mai g\u00e2ndit la ele, dar parc\u0103 nu \u00eendeajuns ca s\u0103-mi doresc cu at\u00e2ta t\u0103rie s\u0103 le \u00eent\u00e2lnesc de cum am cobor\u00e2t de pe puntea ferm\u0103 a catamaranului pe \u0163\u0103rmul leg\u0103n\u0103tor al insulei Santorini. Cred c\u0103 ultima dat\u0103 le c\u0103utasem atent\u0103 vara trecut\u0103 la Muzeul de Arheologie din Atena, dar \u00eentre coaja frescelor recuperate de la Akrotiri nu am g\u0103sit \u015fi faimoasele Maimu\u0163e Albastre. Cei pe care i-am \u00eentrebat, mi-au zis c\u0103 aproape sigur au r\u0103mas acas\u0103, \u00een Tira, cum continu\u0103 s\u0103-i spun\u0103 grecii acestei insule intrate \u00een circuitul turistic mondial sub numele dat ini\u0163ial de vene\u0163ieni, Santa Irini \u2013 Santa Rini \u2013 Santorini. Insulei \u015fi arhipelagului deopotriv\u0103, deoarece caldera, caldeira, craterul vulcanului din str\u0103vechime umplut azi de apele M\u0103rii Egee, num\u0103r\u0103 \u015fase buc\u0103\u0163i de uscat: Santorini, Tirasia, Palaia Kameni, Nea Kameni, Aspronisi \u015fi Cristiana. Arhipelagul se afl\u0103 la aproximativ 200 km \u00een sud-estul Greciei continentale, are o suprafa\u0163\u0103 de aproape 91 kmp \u015fi circa 15 mii de locuitori. Sunt am\u0103nunte pe care \u00een majoritate vizitatorii acestei p\u0103r\u0163i a Cicladelor le cunosc dinainte de debarcare sau de aterizare. Dup\u0103 cum nu pu\u0163ini, dar din ce \u00een ce mai pu\u0163ini din propria lectur\u0103 a ,,Dialogurilor\u201d lui Platon, \u00eei \u015ftiu \u015fi numele antic, Tera, gravat pentru ace\u015ftia din urm\u0103 \u00een memorie odat\u0103 cu aerul fierbinte, inspirat p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncul, p\u00e2n\u0103 la arsura pl\u0103m\u00e2nilor, al legendei care face din Tera de atunci Atlantida de odinioar\u0103.
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Adrian BOTEZ TOAMN\u0102 APOCALIPTIC\u0102 cotcod\u0103cesc alarme de ma\u015fini bie\u0163i maidanezi tot \u015fchioap\u0103t\u0103 prin ploaie lumea-a-nceput la cap\u0103t s\u0103 se-nmoaie iar<\/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\/18082"}],"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=18082"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18082\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18088,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18082\/revisions\/18088"}],"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=18082"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18082"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18082"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}