{"id":18361,"date":"2022-06-16T22:58:32","date_gmt":"2022-06-16T19:58:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18361"},"modified":"2022-06-16T22:58:32","modified_gmt":"2022-06-16T19:58:32","slug":"literadura-nr-24-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18361","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 24 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Alexandru CAZACU<\/strong><\/p>\n

O poveste<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poate nu se va \u0219ti niciodat\u0103
\nunde ajung zilele
\n\u00een care am fost ferici\u021bi
\npe care m\u0103ri sau p\u0103m\u00e2nturi
\nli se poate afla cenu\u0219a
\nc\u00e2nd noi mai c\u0103ut\u0103m \u00eenc\u0103
\no poveste care s\u0103 le prelungeasc\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219itul
\na\u0219a cum obiectele emancipate de utilizarea lor
\nmai se las\u0103 folosite o dat\u0103<\/p>\n

Doar amiaza se stinge
\n\u00een a\u0219teptarea unei alte amiezi
\npariul cu hazardul
\neste aproape cunoscut
\n\u0219i nu ai nimic s\u0103 adaugi
\nacestui dor m\u0103rturisit
\nce va desp\u0103r\u021bi mereu apele<\/p>\n


\nLucruri esen\u021biale<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iluziile de care avem mare nevoie prim\u0103vara
\nse aglomereaz\u0103
\n\u00een balada spus\u0103 de arcu\u0219ul unei viori
\n\u0219i crengile m\u0103ce\u0219ului dintre blocuri
\nc\u00e2nd petreci cu singur\u0103tatea
\ncu volupt\u0103\u021bile \u0219i idiomurile ei
\n\u0219tiute aproximativ
\nca \u0219i cum ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba c\u00e2t se poate de repede
\no limb\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103 \u00een care nu vrei dar trebuie
\ns\u0103 comunici lucruri esen\u021biale
\nStatuile fug de pe socluri
\n\u00eentr-o min\u0103 de sare
\niar portretul istoriei
\nare ceva din gra\u021bia unei femei
\nce nu te-a iubit \u0219i care de la o zi la alta
\ndevine tot mai frumoas\u0103
\nca o sc\u00e2nteie alb\u0103
\nce r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een ferestre
\nasemeni prafului de pu\u0219c\u0103
\npeste m\u00e2inile ce nu au folosit m\u00e2nu\u0219i<\/p>\n


\nAtunci<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimic nu este adev\u0103rat atunci c\u00e2nd iube\u0219ti
\niar Octombrie \u00ee\u0219i am\u00e2n\u0103 plecarea
\nodat\u0103 cu puful de pielea fructelor
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u00e2mi\u021barea lucrurilor vechi din poduri \u0219i
\ngr\u0103dini
\nc\u00e2nd avem \u00eencredere \u00een judecata
\nacestei zile suferinde
\n\u0219i-n num\u0103rul anilor trecu\u021bi
\ncu mult mai mic
\ndec\u00e2t cel al \u021bintelor pe care nu le-ai ajuns
\nsau nu te-au ajuns ele
\n\u00een mi\u0219carea brownian\u0103 a istoriei
\nce nu \u021bine mereu s\u0103 fac\u0103 dreptate
\ncelor \u00eenc\u00e2nta\u021bi de cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103
\nsub cerul oglindit \u00een t\u0103bl\u0103ria
\nacoperi\u0219ului \u00een dou\u0103 ape
\npeste care soarele
\n\u00een fiecare toamn\u0103 cade \u00eenvins<\/p>\n


\nP\u0103s\u0103ri de fum<\/strong><\/p>\n

Anduran\u021ba noastr\u0103 la tot ce este posibil
\nse poate \u00eencerca
\nc\u0103l\u0103torind incognito cu trenul
\nce taie \u00een diagonal\u0103 c\u00e2mpia peste care plou\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd orele prim\u0103verii sunt
\nfemeile tinere \u0219i t\u0103cute \u00eent\u00e2lnite demult
\nz\u0103rite acum de la fereastra vagonului prin g\u0103ri
\nmici unde seara bate ca o inim\u0103
\n\u00een s\u0103lile de a\u0219teptare
\niar tufele de liliac se scutur\u0103
\nde-a lungul peroanelor ce se termin\u0103 brusc
\n\u0219i \u00eencep maidane, p\u00e2lcuri de p\u0103dure,
\nburuieni s\u0103lbatice, c\u0103tunele abia men\u021bionate
\n\u00een tomuri de sociologie \u0219i geografie uman\u0103
\nunde po\u021bi privi \u00een fa\u021b\u0103
\nmasca neutr\u0103 a tot ce nu vrea s\u0103 se schimbe
\nc\u00e2nd istoria prea rar ne d\u0103 dreptate
\n\u0219i p\u0103s\u0103ri de fum se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 peste lapidarul zilei.<\/p>\n


\n\u0218erban MIHALACHE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Este profesor la facultatea de
\nElectronic\u0103 din cadrul UPB.
\n\u00cen decembrie 2020, a publicat
\nvolumul de debut, M;
\n– a publicat 3 poeme \u00een O Mie
\nde Semne. \u0219i 2 poeme pe
\npagina Noise Poetry.<\/p>\n

copilul nu \u0219tie s\u0103 \u021bipe foc<\/strong><\/p>\n

copilul nu \u0219tie s\u0103 \u021bipe foc \/
\ndac\u0103 are nevoie de ajutor \/
\n\u0219tie doar \/
\nc\u0103 mereu exist\u0103 o solu\u021bie \u0219i \/
\nnimeni nu-i gr\u0103bit s\u0103 o g\u0103seasc\u0103 \/
\n\u0219i bicicleta are nevoie de lan\u021b \/
\npoate c\u0103 \u0219i noi \/
\ncu am\u00e2ndou\u0103 m\u00e2inile pe mas\u0103 \/
\nse g\u00e2nde\u0219te dac\u0103 st\u00e2nga \/
\ne cu-adev\u0103rat sinistr\u0103 dar \/
\nnu st\u0103 s\u0103 se mire c\u0103 \/
\n\u00een dreapta farfuriei st\u0103 cu\u021bitul \u0219i
\ntot cu dreapta va fi-ntins\u0103 m\u00e2na \/\/<\/p>\n

copilul nu \u0219tie s\u0103 \u021bipe foc \/
\ndac\u0103 vrea s\u0103 fie luat \u00een bra\u021be \/
\n\u0219tie doar \/
\ns\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi pun\u0103 m\u00e2na pe obraz \/
\ns\u0103 se uite la tine cu ochii bl\u00e2nzi \/
\nai celui n\u0103scut b\u0103tr\u00e2n \/
\ns\u0103 te \u00eentrebe \/
\ndac\u0103 s-a-nt\u00e2mplat ceva \/
\ndac\u0103 e\u0219ti \u00eengrijorat\u0103 \/
\nte dor iar\u0103\u0219i oasele \u0219i \/
\nnu po\u021bi s\u0103-l ridici sau \/
\nte doare inima \u0219i \/
\nnu te po\u021bi ridica tu \u00eens\u0103\u021bi \/\/<\/p>\n

copilul nu \u0219tie s\u0103 \u021bipe foc \/
\ndac\u0103 s-a pierdut pe drum \/
\n\u0219tie doar \/
\nde ce e mai bine s\u0103 m\u0103sori \/
\ndistan\u021ba \u00een absen\u021ba cuvintelor \u0219i \/
\ntimpul \u00een albume \/
\ncele mai bune piese sunt \/
\nmereu primele dar \/
\ndac\u0103 pleci \u00een miezul disecografiei
\nacul sare \u0219i platanul se \u00eenv\u00e2rte-n
\ngol \/
\ncureaua trage dar \/
\ncartu\u0219ul neschimbat n-o s\u0103 lase
\nloc \/
\nde Mahler sau de Bach \/\/<\/p>\n

preg\u0103ti\u021bi armele \/
\nnu se pricepe tata s\u0103 ajute \/
\nochi\u021bi \/
\nnu mama poate oferi \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area
\n\u0219i fie c\u0103-i \/
\nrondo \/
\nfinal sau \/
\nanacruz\u0103 \/
\ncopilul nu \u0219tie s\u0103 \u021bipe foc<\/p>\n


\nEnheduanna<\/strong><\/p>\n

trebuia culeas\u0103 recolta deja \/
\nnu l\u0103sate treptele \/
\ns\u0103 crape \/
\nnu l\u0103sa\u021bi ciulinii \/
\ns\u0103-ncol\u021beasc\u0103 \/
\nnu l\u0103sat\u0103-adierea \/
\ns\u0103 se cearn\u0103 \/\/<\/p>\n

trebuia adus\u0103 slav\u0103 \/
\nlunii \/
\n\u00eenainte de marea \/
\nizgonire \/
\na luminii nop\u021bii \/
\n\u00eenainte de \/
\n\u00eempreunarea \/
\ncea dint\u00e2i \/
\nde dup\u0103 cea din urm\u0103 \/\/<\/p>\n

ne-am culcat pe \u00eentuneric \u0219i \/
\nne-am oprit \/
\n\u00een pridvorul t\u0103u \u0219i \/
\nmi-ai ar\u0103tat jertfele \/
\naduse \u0219i \/
\nprinosul \u0219i \/
\narderile de tot \/\/<\/p>\n

dar am plecat de-ndat\u0103 ce
\nlumina te-a tr\u0103dat
\n\u021bi-a tr\u0103dat coastele \/
\n\u0219i cum pe ele z\u0103ceau \/
\nscrijelite \u00een alabastru \/
\nversurile \/
\ntale preferate \/
\nversurile \/
\nmele preferate \/
\nversurile \/
\ntale \/\/<\/p>\n

eu nu pot tr\u0103i \/
\n\u00eentre col\u021burile \/
\nunui astfel de corp \/
\neu nu pot fi \/
\ndoar \u00eenc\u0103 \/
\nun nivel al piramidei \/
\npiatr\u0103 \u0219i \/
\nbijutier \/
\nc\u00e2ntec \u0219i \/
\nsuflu \/
\nmonument \u0219i \/
\nmorm\u00e2nt \/
\n\u00een acela\u0219i timp<\/p>\n


\nMariana CODREAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde e\u0219ti?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din pieptul cerului am smuls un trandafir,
\nreg\u0103sisem icoana plin\u0103 de s\u00e2nge.
\nIneditul mi-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat umbra.
\nUnde e\u0219ti?
\nEra toamn\u0103 \u00een sufletele noastre.
\nC\u00e2t de ciudat\u0103 este clipa revederii!<\/p>\n


\nPloaia<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ploaia \u00ee\u0219i ascundea s\u00e2nii \u00een pumnii p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nNe \u00eenfloriser\u0103 crini pe pleoape,
\nse scuturau mugurii de pe buze.
\nErau multe zgomote, iar ploaia tremura.
\nSe furi\u0219ase \u00een s\u00e2nul t\u0103u,
\nm\u0103 privea cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i \u0219i-i tremurau degetele,
\niar eu i-am z\u00e2mbit.
\nAm \u00een\u021beles atunci c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 iubesc ploaia
\npentru a ajunge la tine<\/p>\n


\nMoartea este o femeie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am desprins sc\u00e2nduri din cer,
\nmi-am f\u0103cut din ele o cruce.
\nMoartea este o femeie,
\nea \u00eemi s\u0103rut\u0103 coapsele \u00een fiecare sear\u0103,
\nm\u0103 \u00eembrac\u0103 cu p\u0103m\u00e2nt…
\neu tresar, \u00eenc\u0103 mi-e fric\u0103.
\nMoartea este puternic\u0103!
\n\u00cens\u0103 am \u00eenceput s\u0103 simt,
\ndegetele \u00eei tremur\u0103 c\u00e2nd m\u0103 atinge sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n


\nLuna r\u0103stignit\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pl\u00e2ng sufletele noastre \u00een noapte,
\niar luna r\u0103stignit\u0103 din vis nu-mi dispare.
\nM\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cesc, g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 la el.
\nGr\u0103bi\u021bi de soarta unora croit\u0103,
\neram c\u00e2ndva at\u00e2t de ferici\u021bi.
\nAdormeam pe pieptul t\u0103u de sticl\u0103,
\nlungit de dor, stropit de ploaie…
\nAcum c\u00e2nd timpul se despic\u0103
\ndegeaba pl\u00e2ngi, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de glezn\u0103.
\nIcoana spart\u0103 \u00een fereastra \u00eenstelat\u0103,
\nO, Doamne, mult te-am mai iubit.
\nNu am crezut c\u0103 vei pleca vreodat\u0103.
\nTe-am a\u0219teptat \u00een fiecare zi…<\/p>\n


\nDiana TRANDAFIR<\/strong><\/p>\n

CA O RODIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

pumnul meu \u00eenchis e o rodie
\npe care acum \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\npo\u021bi s-o dezbraci
\nr\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd
\n\u0219i de hainele s\u00e2ngerii \u0219i de
\naerul verde
\nDup\u0103 ce sufli spre soare
\nba\u021bi din palme
\n\u0219i alegi, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, oglinda neagr\u0103
\npe care navigheaz\u0103
\npas\u0103rea vie
\nmitologiile estivale s-au stins
\nFlorile carbonizate vor avea cu siguran\u021b\u0103
\ntrecut,
\n\u00eenapoia elitrelor
\nbuburuzele \u0219i-au f\u0103r\u00e2mi\u021bat
\nadev\u0103ratele aripi
\nMiresme de r\u0103d\u0103cini
\namintesc de nop\u021bile \u0219arpelui<\/p>\n


\nO ZI<\/strong><\/p>\n

amintirea
\na tot ce-ar fi fost
\n\u00eenmiresmat\u0103, ame\u021bitoare, amar\u0103
\ntrecuse sub puterea Paznicului Orb
\ncum trec toate \u00eentr-o doar\u0103
\nVocile
\nce strigaser\u0103 c\u00e2ndva
\n\u2013 strune tari de vioar\u0103 \u2013
\nsc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2iau acum \u00eendelung
\nprecum aria de lemn
\n(arip\u0103 veche de moar\u0103)
\ndescul\u021b \u00een apus
\nprintre versuri \u00eenz\u0103pezite
\n\u0219i
\ndezbr\u0103cat de trecut,
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne pasul meu
\nf\u0103r\u0103 drum
\nf\u0103r\u0103 lut<\/p>\n


\nDEUS EX MACHINA<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd c\u00e2nt\u0103 fanfara ora\u0219ului
\naud \u00een timpane o avalan\u0219\u0103 de sunete
\nde care m-am plictisit mai demult
\nNu-mi mai sunt de ajuns
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103rile c\u0103ldu\u021be de peste zi
\nam abdicat de la senza\u021biile neclar definite
\nFrigul e o pas\u0103re cu cioc ascu\u021bit
\nce \u00eennebune\u0219te de singur\u0103tate
\natunci c\u00e2nd se cioplesc cruci de lemn
\n\u00cen lumea cuprins\u0103 de veselie
\n\u00een care aburii mor\u021bii se infiltreaz\u0103 ca laptele
\nm\u0103 \u00eentind, \u00eemi cuprind genunchii
\napoi vreau s\u0103 casc
\n\u0219i observ cu uimire cum timpul
\na \u00eenflorit to\u021bi copacii \u00eenainte de vreme
\nE o s\u0103rb\u0103toare permanent\u0103
\n\u00een ora\u0219ul cu oameni
\nc\u0103rora le iau locul manechine de aer
\nstr\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2nd str\u0103zile, z\u0103resc
\ndup\u0103 ferestrele f\u0103r\u0103 perdele
\nscaune goale ce m\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 a\u0219ez
\nsub scoar\u021ba trupului viu
\nse foiesc<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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