{"id":18537,"date":"2022-07-03T19:21:58","date_gmt":"2022-07-03T16:21:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18537"},"modified":"2022-07-03T19:23:20","modified_gmt":"2022-07-03T16:23:20","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-35-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18537","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 35 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nina PLOPEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ventilatorul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2014 Hai, Hercule! E timpul s\u0103 mergem, a spus b\u0103rbatul chem\u00e2nd c\u00e2inele. A scos din buzunar o buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103 de friptur\u0103 r\u0103mas\u0103 de la cin\u0103 \u0219i i-a \u00eentins-o cu generozitate c\u00e2inelui-lup.
\n\u2014 Hai, b\u0103iatule! S-a f\u0103cut cam t\u00e2rziu. S\u0103 sper\u0103m c\u0103 n-a observat nimeni c\u0103 n-am fost la post. \u0218tii c\u0103 \u0219i inginerul \u0219i maistrul mai trec din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd pe la ventilator. Ast\u0103zi e s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, ziua \u00een care se gr\u0103besc \u0219i ei acas\u0103. Ventilatorul a func\u021bionat f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentrerupere. Am ie\u0219it din cas\u0103 de c\u00e2teva ori \u0219i am verificat. \u00cen lini\u0219tea nop\u021bii huruitul se aude foarte bine p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een sat. Ortacii din subteran au putut s\u0103-\u0219i vad\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 grij\u0103, de lucru.
\n\tAm\u00e2ndoi cuno\u0219teau drumul ca \u00een palm\u0103. \u00cel str\u0103b\u0103tuser\u0103 adesea ziua, dar \u0219i noaptea. B\u0103rbatul lucra de c\u00e2\u021biva ani la Ventilatorul din p\u0103dure. Munca i se potrivea de minune. Nu-i pl\u0103cea s\u0103 dea \u00een br\u00e2nci trudind. La schimbul doi, mai ales, d\u0103dea c\u00e2te o fug\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103 s\u0103 ia masa de sear\u0103 cu familia, s\u0103 bea \u00een tihn\u0103 un p\u0103h\u0103rel. Ceea ce-i displ\u0103cea, era faptul c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 mearg\u0103 prin p\u0103dure c\u00e2\u021biva kilometri. Ca s\u0103-i treac\u0103 de ur\u00e2t \u00eel obi\u0219nuise pe Hercule s\u0103-l \u00eenso\u021beasc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la locul de munc\u0103. Sporov\u0103ia vrute \u0219i nevrute nea\u0219tept\u00e2nd niciun r\u0103spuns.
\n\u2014 \u00cemi place s\u0103 vorbesc cu tine, Hercule. Tu nu m\u0103 contrazici niciodat\u0103. Acas\u0103 abia dac\u0103 pot s\u0103 deschid gura. Se treze\u0219te, c\u00e2nd unul c\u00e2nd altul, s\u0103-mi atrag\u0103 aten\u021bia: n-ai f\u0103cut aia, n-ai f\u0103cut-o pe cealalt\u0103. De parc\u0103 n-a\u0219 avea serviciu. Ce dac\u0103 nu muncesc cine \u0219tie ce. Faptul c\u0103 merg noaptea prin p\u0103dure nu-i suficient? Mai bine a\u0219a, dec\u00e2t s\u0103 trudesc \u00een subteran, s\u0103 ies din \u0219ut negru, aproape s\u0103 nu m\u0103 recunoasc\u0103 nimeni. Mai bine tremur de team\u0103, \u00eemi bate inima \u0219i mi se face pielea de g\u0103in\u0103 c\u00e2t str\u0103bat p\u0103durea asta secular\u0103 de stejari drep\u021bi \u0219i \u00eenal\u021bi ca ni\u0219te solda\u021bi din regimentul de gard\u0103.
\n\tHercule d\u0103dea din coad\u0103 \u0219i \u00eel privea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 priceap\u0103 de ce toca precum o moar\u0103 stricat\u0103. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i l\u0103sa \u00eenso\u021bitorul \u00een urm\u0103 \u0219i, adulmec\u00e2nd c\u00e2te o urm\u0103, pleca \u00een recunoa\u0219tere.
\n\u2014 Hei, Hercule, unde e\u0219ti? Nu te \u00eendep\u0103rta, \u00eei striga st\u0103p\u00e2nul str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 coada toporului, singura arm\u0103 pe care o avea.De multe ori \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchipuia cum se lupta cu viezurii ai c\u0103ror ochi sticlo\u0219i \u00eei supravegheau dintre copaci fiecare mi\u0219care. C\u00e2inele se \u00eentorcea, uneori, l\u0103tr\u00e2nd, semn c\u0103 d\u0103duse de vreo vietate. C\u00e2te un ortac ie\u0219it mai devreme din schimb, av\u00e2nd poate vreo treab\u0103, se apropia cu l\u0103mpa\u0219ul aprins.
\n\u2014 Care e\u0219ti, m\u0103? a \u00eentrebat b\u0103rbatul umbra ce se strecura printre copaci.
\n\u2014 Eu, cutare. Ce nu m\u0103 cuno\u0219ti?
\n\u2014 Acum, \u00een puterea nop\u021bii, n-o mai cunosc nici pe mama.
\n\u2014 Noroc bun!
\n\u2014 Noroc bun!
\n\u2014 Ce faci cutare? \u00eel \u00eentreb\u0103 b\u0103rbatul ca s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 de vorb\u0103.
\n\u2014 Ce s\u0103 fac. M-am \u00eenvoit la inginer \u0219i am ie\u0219it mai devreme. M\u00e2ine plec la b\u0103iat c\u0103 depune jur\u0103m\u00e2ntul. Tocmai \u00een cap\u0103tul cel\u0103lalt al \u021b\u0103rii trebuie s\u0103 ajung \u0219i e musai s\u0103 plec \u00een zori. Tu ce faci?
\n\u2014 Dau o rait\u0103 prin \u00eemprejurimi, i-a r\u0103spuns paznicul duc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i m\u00e2na la ureche, c\u0103 am \u00een\u021bepenit pe patul acela de lemn din ventilator.
\n\u2014 Nu te-ai \u00eendep\u0103rtat cam mult? Dac\u0103 se opre\u0219te ma\u0219in\u0103ria? Sunt mul\u021bi \u00een min\u0103.
\n\u2014 Ei, ajung foarte repede. Nu-i nici-o primejdie.
\n\u2014 Dac\u0103 spui, tu, a\u0219a o fi. Noroc bun!
\n\u2014 Noroc bun!
\n\u2014 Hai, Hercule! Hai B\u0103iatule! Nu mai avem mult. Str\u0103batem toat\u0103 Valea Badii, apoi Via Popii \u0219i, gata, am ajuns. Am sc\u0103pat de umbrele nop\u021bii. Ast\u0103 sear\u0103, m-am uitat la televizor. Am urm\u0103rit teleenciclopedia, a re\u00eenceput b\u0103rbatul s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103. Ce lucruri interesante! \u00centr-un sat, nu-mi aduc aminte unde, au dezgropat rudele pe cineva dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani de la \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare. S\u0103 vezi minune: era neputrezit, ca atunci c\u00e2nd l-au b\u0103gat \u00een groap\u0103. Brrr, dar de ce vorbesc despre asta? Mai bine s\u0103-\u021bi spun despre animalele de pe alte meleaguri: tigrii, lei, elefan\u021bi. Tu n-ai v\u0103zut niciodat\u0103 a\u0219a ceva. Nici p\u0103uni albi nu cred c\u0103 ai v\u0103zut. Nici eu nu am v\u0103zut p\u00e2n\u0103 ast\u0103 sear\u0103. Ce minun\u0103\u021bie de pas\u0103re!
\n L\u0103tratul c\u00e2inelui la luna ce-\u0219i odihnea un corn pe v\u00e2scul din v\u00e2rful unui stejar a \u00eentrerupt entuziasmul b\u0103rbatului. Printre bra\u021bele b\u0103tr\u00e2ne ale arborilor flori mari de ghea\u021b\u0103 cu margini franjurate alunecau invad\u00e2nd p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. Uimit b\u0103rbatul a apucat s\u0103 rosteasc\u0103:
\n\u2014 P\u0103unii albi!
\n\tHercule a \u00eenlemnit. S-a tupilat la p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i a r\u0103mas \u00een pozi\u021bie de repaus p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd cea\u021ba deas\u0103 s-a risipit.
\n\u2014 \u201eDar unde-i st\u0103p\u00e2nul? Nu-l v\u0103d. Poate s-a \u00eendep\u0103rtat. A privit \u00eengrijorat spre Valea Sandului \u0219i a scuturat hot\u0103r\u00e2t din cap. Nu, nu cred c\u0103 s-a dus \u00een partea aceasta. De c\u00e2te ori treceam pe aici m\u0103 aten\u021biona s\u0103 nu cumva s\u0103 p\u0103trund pe teritoriul viezurilor c\u0103 e de r\u0103u\u201d. A \u00eenceput s\u0103-i caute urma: zadarnic. Peste vuietul mut al ventilatorului s-a a\u0219ternut o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\t\u00cen subteran minerii, plini de praf, negri din cap p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een picioare, d\u0103deau semne de oboseal\u0103 de\u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul \u0219utului mai erau \u00eenc\u0103 ceasuri bune. \u0218eful de echip\u0103, nemul\u021bumit c\u0103 ortacii s-au \u00eenmuiat \u0219i p\u0103l\u0103vr\u0103gesc cam mult, a ridicat tonul apostrof\u00e2ndu-i.
\n\u2014 Mai cu r\u00e2vn\u0103 c\u0103 nu munci\u021bi pe gratis!. Hai c\u0103 planul nu a\u0219teapt\u0103. Acum vine sf\u00e2r\u0219itul lunii, o s\u0103 v\u0103 num\u0103ra\u021bi banii \u0219i o s\u0103 str\u00e2mba\u021bi din bot.
\n\u2014 Da ce m\u0103, or ne pl\u0103te\u0219ti din buzunarul t\u0103u?
\n\u2014 Nu, dar caietul de pontaj st\u0103 la mine. A\u0219a c\u0103 vezi cum vorbe\u0219ti!
\n\tF\u0103r\u0103 prea mult\u0103 tragere de inim\u0103 c\u00e2\u021biva aruncau cu lope\u021bile, doar pe jum\u0103tate pline, sterilul pe banda rulant\u0103.
\n\u2014 Trebuie s\u0103 eliber\u0103m frontul de lucru p\u00e2n\u0103 ie\u0219im din schimb. Cei de diminea\u021b\u0103 deschid noua galerie. Nu plec\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 nu termin\u0103m de \u00eenc\u0103rcat.
\n\u2014 Ce tot vrea \u0103sta de la noi? E sf\u00e2r\u0219it de s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103. Nici acum n-o las\u0103 mai moale? s-a \u00eentrebat unul slobozind o \u00eenjur\u0103tur\u0103 printre din\u021bi.
\n\u2014 Greu e s\u0103 lucrezi cu brutele astea. Sunt ud p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele \u0219i plin de nervi. Curentul \u0103sta nenorocit mai lipsea a murmurat \u0219eful de echip\u0103, mai mult pentru sine, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-\u0219i salopeta murdar\u0103 la g\u00e2t \u0219i uit\u00e2ndu-se \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile s\u0103 descopere sursa frigului ce-i amor\u021bise oasele.
\n\u2014 Ce mama dracului se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 cu mine? Am frisoane? Oare c\u00e2nd \u0219i unde am r\u0103cit a\u0219a de tare? s-a \u00eentrebat \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i mi\u0219te picioarele de plumb \u00een cizmele de cauciuc ce prinseser\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini. Speriat a privit c\u0103tre ceilal\u021bi. Tovar\u0103\u0219ii de munc\u0103 p\u0103reau paraliza\u021bi de \u0219erpii cu solzi argintii ce li se strecurau rapid prin vene. Ochii vii, mari c\u00e2t cepele, se roteau \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nta\u021bi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 z\u0103reasc\u0103 nimic prin noaptea p\u0103m\u00e2ntie. M\u00e2ini nev\u0103zute de ghea\u021b\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau fe\u021bele smede. Z\u0103boveau \u00eendelung pe ochi, pe nas, pe gur\u0103. Se plimbau nestingherite prin p\u0103rul n\u0103cl\u0103it de praf \u0219i sudoare. Ortacii respirau greu. Nodul din g\u00e2t le fr\u00e2ngea suflul. \u00cencercau \u00een zadar s\u0103 re\u00eemprosp\u0103teze aerul st\u0103tut din pl\u0103m\u00e2ni. \u00cen craniul despicat g\u00e2nduri r\u0103zle\u021be c\u0103utau por\u021bi de salvare.
\n\u2014 Masca de gaze, unde am pus-o? se \u00eentrebau c\u0103ut\u00e2nd prin cea\u021ba \u00een care se cufundaser\u0103 cu to\u021bii. Oare bezmeticul \u0103la se plimb\u0103 aiurea prin p\u0103dure \u0219i ventilatorul s-a oprit?
\n\u2014 Sf\u00e2nt\u0103 Varvara, roag\u0103-te pentru iertarea p\u0103catelor noastre! \u00cendur\u0103-te de noi \u0219i ne protejeaz\u0103. Ajut\u0103-ne s\u0103 ne \u00eentoarcem vii \u0219i nev\u0103t\u0103ma\u021bi la copiii \u0219i la familiile noastre!.
\n\t O iconi\u021ba din buzunarul de la piept al unei salopete s-a rostogolit \u00een \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103. Din f\u0103clia pe care muceni\u021ba o purta \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 trei fulgere au f\u0103cut \u00eenconjurul galeriei deschiz\u00e2nd lac\u0103tele \u0219i topind sloiurile. Un fluturat de aripi s-a ridicat spre tavanul galeriei. Elibera\u021bi din chingi, acoperi\u021bi de promoroac\u0103, minerii s-au l\u0103sat purta\u021bi de aripi imaculate spre colivia metalic\u0103 ce i-a scos \u00een p\u0103dure. Ventilatorul huruia m\u00e2nios. \u00cen u\u0219a \u00eenc\u0103perii metalice, pe covorul din pene albe, paznicul \u0219i Hercule priveau t\u0103cu\u021bi ploaia florilor de ghea\u021b\u0103 ce se retr\u0103gea \u00eenvins\u0103 spre iarna p\u0103unilor.<\/p>\n


\nMarian HOTCA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Iat\u0103 lumina cum se desface
\n\u00een evantaie de parfum
\n\u0219i seara ro\u0219ie ca s\u00e2ngele \u00een clocot
\nascult\u0103 neputin\u021ba
\ncum pl\u00e2nge \u00een timpane.<\/p>\n

E seara mai aproape de flori \u00eencerc\u0103nate
\npe c\u00e2mpul ce suspin\u0103
\namurgul fistichiu.<\/p>\n

Lungi valuri de clopote albastre
\nr\u0103sun\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere
\ncu glasuri \u00eengere\u0219ti
\n\u0219i chipul lor pruncesc,
\npierdut \u00een margarete
\nviseaz\u0103 soarele
\nculcat pe-un cer mai jos.<\/p>\n

Sufletul meu lipit
\nde glia unui \u00eenger din morm\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i-a retezat vibrarea
\nt\u0103c\u00e2nd precum o piatr\u0103
\npe cerul cobor\u00e2t \u00een iarb\u0103
\ns\u0103 asculte neagra rug\u0103ciune.<\/p>\n


\nPoemul nop\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Umbra clipelor de var\u0103
\ne ro\u0219ie \u0219i dulce
\nca o fr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103 concav\u0103
\nadunat\u0103 din insule oculte.<\/p>\n

Somnul eteric mi-l leag\u0103n
\npe \u00eentreg nep\u0103trunsul luminii
\n\u0219i-a\u0219tept \u00een prag de sear\u0103
\ntrandafirii s\u0103-\u0219i \u00eempietreasc\u0103
\nml\u0103dioasele unduiri
\npline cu \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n

Ierburi s\u0103lbatice se \u00eencol\u0103ceau
\nsub privirea \u00eenc\u0103tu\u0219at\u0103,
\niar cerul \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cinat \u00een mi\u0219carea timpului
\n\u00ee\u0219i arunc\u0103 suli\u021ba
\n\u00een pa\u0219ii mei r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi
\nprin osemintele unei nop\u021bi
\nce-alunec\u0103 dincolo de cronosfer\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u021ain cuvintele zemoase, nedesf\u0103cute
\n\u00eenc\u0103 de ecoul rostirii,
\nle \u021bin \u00een vrejii ve\u0219tejite de fasole
\ns\u0103 pot \u00eembl\u00e2nzi din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\npoemul nop\u021bii nen\u0103scut
\nce url\u0103 de o eternitate \u00een mine.<\/p>\n


\nClipe de var\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vreau s\u0103-mi bat\u0103
\ninima mai tare
\n\u00een flori de iasomie
\n\u015fi v\u00e2ntul ca un ecou m\u00e2ntuit
\ns\u0103-\u015fi ciopleasc\u0103
\ndin clipele apuse
\nve\u015fminte jilave pentru var\u0103.<\/p>\n

E visul mai ad\u00e2nc
\nca \u00eenceputul unei lumi nedefinite
\n\u015fi pasul prinde r\u0103d\u0103cini de dor
\n\u00een paie \u00eendurerate
\nce vor sc\u0103pa azi
\nde povara \u00eenrourat\u0103
\na dimine\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

E ceasul tot mai arid
\n\u015fi ard \u00een c\u0103pi\u0163e
\nsufletele noastre secerate,
\n\u00eenfr\u0103\u0163ite de-acum
\ncu soarele dormind
\n\u00een ostroave de verdea\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Str\u00e2ng la pieptul meu uscat
\nfrunze concave de busuioc
\npentru v\u00e2ntul opalescent
\nce va c\u0103delni\u0163a
\n\u00een sufletul meu toat\u0103
\nmireasma augural\u0103 a verii.<\/p>\n


\nArmonie <\/strong><\/p>\n

Dimine\u021bile noastre vibreaz\u0103
\n\u00een temple de verdea\u021b\u0103
\nadun\u00e2nd \u00een roze solare
\n\u00eentreg universul r\u00e2z\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

cuv\u00e2ntul e greu
\nca o libelul\u0103
\nmetalic\u0103 ce sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie
\no ve\u0219nicie \u00een Totul divin<\/p>\n

\u0219i din ape umbrite de lumin\u0103
\nr\u0103sar ciocuri diamantine
\ntrezind la via\u021b\u0103
\nparfumul
\nicoanei tale
\nce eman\u0103 t\u0103m\u00e2ie<\/p>\n

s\u00e2nge hoinar
\ncurge \u00een lugeri de crin
\nsc\u0103lda\u021bi \u00een astralul parfum
\ne ast\u0103zi metafor\u0103 oglindit\u0103
\n\u00een perle \u00eentunecate
\nde la at\u00e2ta armonie<\/p>\n

\u0219i c\u00e2nt.
\n
\nCratere <\/strong><\/p>\n

V\u0103zduhul verii \u00ee\u015fi deschide
\nnoi cratere de verdea\u0163\u0103,
\ne ceasul c\u00e2nd din oglinzi \u00eenfrunzite
\nvor curge sc\u00e2ntei de parfum.<\/p>\n

\u00centre coline n\u0103p\u0103dite de iasomie
\nsoarele doarme pe respira\u0163ia naturii
\n\u015fi eu ca o s\u0103geat\u0103 ne\u015flefuit\u0103
\nm\u0103 \u00eenec cu s\u0103rutul luminii.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi caut prin buzunare,
\nsecundele ce \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 temenic murirea,
\nle g\u0103sesc, le str\u00e2ng la piept,
\n\u015fi mai respir \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103
\nvara ce trece prin mine.<\/p>\n


\n\u00centuneric <\/strong><\/p>\n

Dep\u0103rtarea ca un obraz de copil
\n\u00eenchide \u00een glasul ei livid
\ncascada \u00eenvolburat\u0103 de lumin\u0103;
\nmi-e um\u0103rul mai greu de \u00eentuneric
\n\u015fi carnea mai fierbinte de durere.<\/p>\n

V\u0103d turmele \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rate ale nop\u0163ii
\ncum b\u0103t\u0103toresc \u00een copite
\naurora desfrunzit\u0103 a trandafirilor.<\/p>\n

Mi-e sufletul un izvor tulbure
\nprin care curge apele timpului
\nne\u00eembl\u00e2nzit, mi-e inima o umbr\u0103
\nde furnic\u0103 \u015fi spaima un munte \u00eencre\u0163it
\nce coboar\u0103 aproape spre infinit;<\/p>\n

Dar tu, negru al nop\u0163ii e\u015fti br\u0103\u0163ar\u0103
\nplin\u0103 de smoal\u0103 a\u015fternut\u0103 vara
\npeste universul meu indeterminat.<\/p>\n


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

invincibila<\/strong><\/p>\n

dac\u0103 la \u00eenceput a fost cuv\u00e2ntul
\npoezia ar fi trebuit p\u00e2n\u0103 acum s\u0103 intre \u00een toate cotloanele
\nca o past\u0103 multicolor\u0103 \u00een matri\u0163a unui membru amputat
\nmasc\u0103 mortuar-vivant\u0103 a lumii
\no lume androgin\u0103 \u00een care vulcanul krakatoa
\nar disemina turbioane de versuri radioactive
\nmin\u0163i lichide rev\u0103rsate \u00eentr-un singur creier cu neuroni v\u00e2rsta\u0163i de litere
\ncapabil s\u0103 capteze lumina<\/p>\n

dar cuvintele fug spre ro\u015fu
\n\u00eentre ele r\u0103m\u00e2ne inefabilul \u015fi dezn\u0103dejdea de a tr\u0103i
\npur \u015fi simplu <\/p>\n


\nkaraoke<\/strong><\/p>\n

pot s\u0103 presupun c\u0103 st\u00e2lpii de pe dig sunt ace \u00eenfipte \u00eentr-o epiderm\u0103 de elefant
\nnu-mi pot \u00eenchipui c\u0103 ar putea vindeca cotul r\u00e2ului
\nnici c\u0103 podul este un deget al ora\u015fului pe care apa s\u0103-l mu\u015fte
\nc\u00e2nd are o criz\u0103 de epilepsie
\nun lucru este sigur
\nrealitatea respir\u0103 altfel \u00een tentaculele fic\u0163iunii
\nventuzele ei intr\u0103 ad\u00e2nc scormonesc umorile
\n\u015fi \u00eemi amintesc brusc
\ndulapul a\u015fezat pe u\u015fa lips\u0103 dintre camere
\nspatele lui dezmembrat prin care intram \u015fi ie\u015feam
\ndintr-o lume \u00een alta
\napoi busculada de pe sc\u0103ri \u015fi vioara unui l\u0103utar gata s\u0103 se fac\u0103 ar\u015fice
\nceata lui Kusturi\u0163a prin ora\u015f ca o coad\u0103 rupt\u0103 de salamandr\u0103<\/p>\n

nu vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 cread\u0103 cineva
\na\u015fa ar fi cel mai bine
\na\u015fa arbustul meu de goji ar putea cre\u015fte lini\u015ftit
\n\u015fi nimeni nu va \u015fti c\u0103 am desenat odat\u0103 un pom cu tot cu r\u0103d\u0103cini<\/p>\n

a urmat goana spre r\u00e2u cu ma\u015fina de gunoi
\n\u00een spate pianul legat fedele\u015f zorn\u0103ia
\ndin el s\u0103rind prin h\u00e2rtoape sunete ca monedele aruncate peste um\u0103r mor\u0163ilor<\/p>\n

pe dig a fost mai greu
\nfr\u00e2nghiile scr\u00e2\u015fneau l\u0103s\u00e2nd ghemotoace \u00een betonul zgrun\u0163uros
\nc\u00e2nd l-am sc\u0103pat pe marginea r\u00e2ului \u00een el a vibrat scurt vocea lui Armstrong
\n\u015fi cerul p\u0103rea un club de karaoke
\nde undeva din pere\u0163ii de piatr\u0103 prin\u015fi \u00een plas\u0103 au \u00eenceput s\u0103 ias\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini
\napendice articulate sensibile
\napropiindu-se de noi
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u015fi
\nfructele<\/p>\n


\nclivaj<\/strong><\/p>\n

spuneai c\u0103 m\u0103 invidiezi pentru via\u0163a asta tumultuoas\u0103
\n\u015firul nesf\u00e2r\u015fit de secunde
\ncare m\u0103 \u00eenso\u0163esc ca o aur\u0103
\ncu asta ai ie\u015fit deja din sfera ignoran\u0163ei biblice
\n\u015fi toate str\u0103zile ce duc spre tine sunt \u015ferpi care n\u0103p\u00e2rlesc<\/p>\n

punctul acela cre\u015fte \u00eentruna
\na \u00eenghi\u0163it orizontul
\nvrei nu vrei locuim \u00een acela\u015fi lichid amniotic al lumii
\nam uitat demult cum se rezolv\u0103 integralele de volum
\n\u015fi telefonul t\u0103u inteligent
\ntotu\u015fi func\u0163ioneaz\u0103
\nnu po\u0163i sc\u0103pa de lucrurile complicate
\ninfla\u0163iei de vise care atrofiaz\u0103 poemele<\/p>\n

sunt aici la o secund\u0103 de lumin\u0103
\nb\u0103ie\u0163ii de cartier nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103 mea st\u00e2ng\u0103 pe volan
\neste un semn al complicit\u0103\u0163ii
\nsau doar o clovnerie<\/p>\n

\u00een c\u00e2rciuma din col\u0163
\nau angajat un pitic cu propor\u0163ii vitruviene
\nare joben \u015fi c\u00e2nd intri \u00ee\u0163i \u00eentinde m\u00e2na
\na\u015f vrea s\u0103 fii aici
\neu cu fa\u0163a spre u\u015f\u0103
\nsupraveghind neantul urban
\ntu privind iepurele de fum al jobenului
\n\u00een st\u00e2nga e o mas\u0103 de biliard
\ntacurile ar fi toate \u00een rastel
\ndar bilele s-ar mi\u015fca pe t\u0103p\u015fan
\nprivindu-ne z\u00e2mbind doar<\/p>\n


\nai tr\u0103i doar pentru asta<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een cea mai bun\u0103 versiune a ta
\no f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de iad tot ar fi fost la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103
\nca un marsupiu
\nun fruct al suferin\u021bei<\/p>\n

nu sim\u021bi ruperea
\nnici dac\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi lipe\u0219ti urechea de piept
\nca pe o linie de cale ferat\u0103
\n\u00een a\u0219teptarea trenului<\/p>\n

doar fire de p\u0103ianjen pleac\u0103 din omopla\u021bi
\no plas\u0103 \u00eentre muchia nop\u021bii \u0219i
\ncearceaful alb-gri
\n\u00een care po\u021bi prezice trecutul<\/p>\n


\npulverizare<\/strong><\/p>\n

uneori sunt podul de unde faci bungee jumping
\natingi cerul o clip\u0103 \u0219i te sperii de cercurile st\u00e2nd s\u0103 te \u00eenghit\u0103
\nalteori apari ca un abur \u00een fotografiile turi\u0219tilor japonezi<\/p>\n

stau rezemat de un cire\u0219
\nieri am citit despre simptomele unui AVC
\nm\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00eemi amor\u021be\u0219te
\n\u0219tiu sigur c\u0103 nu sunt la poalele muntelui Fuji
\ndac\u0103 am pomenit de niponi asta nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ei exist\u0103
\nnu mai pot dezlipi spatele de scoar\u021ba lui
\n\u00eentorc privirea
\nv\u0103d r\u0103\u0219ina cum iese precum \u0219erpii \u00eenainte de cutremur
\ntrebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 dezbrac cumva
\ns\u0103 r\u0103zuiesc crusta v\u00e2scoas\u0103 desen\u00e2nd r\u0103ni pe c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103
\na\u0219 putea s\u0103 o iau acas\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 te a\u0219tept p\u00e2n\u0103 se preface \u00een chihlimbar<\/p>\n

te-ai \u00eentoarce direct \u00een el
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r \u00een fa\u021ba mor\u021bii
\na\u0219 mi\u0219ca pleoapele precum un colibri<\/p>\n

timpul ar fi o band\u0103 de alergat
\ncu multe butoane
\na\u0219 putea descompune fiecare mi\u0219care a ta
\n\u00eentr-o art\u0103 a firului \u00eentins
\n\u0219i m\u00e2inile vor asculta ce mintea deja a v\u0103zut<\/p>\n


\n\u0163in bra\u0163ele ridicate \u015fi obosesc<\/strong>
\n\u00een memoria lui Sic\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

– trebuie s\u0103-i credem c-au fost pe lun\u0103
\n\u00eemi spuneai \u00eenainte cu mult s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple
\n\u00een gr\u0103dina icoanei e frig \u00een iunie
\nnu departe la urgen\u0163\u0103 \u0163ipetele se sleiesc de pere\u0163i
\nlas\u0103 urme de fum<\/p>\n

acum o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i puneai singur perfuzia
\n-la \u00eentoarcere e mai greu felia de spa\u0163iu \u015fi timp este c\u00e2t acul din ven\u0103
\ndac\u0103 nu nimere\u015fti traiectoria arzi ca pulberea de magneziu
\nacum trupul t\u0103u este un pat suprapus
\n\u00eenainte al\u0103turi de tine m\u0103 sim\u0163eam singur adic\u0103 \u00eentreg
\nacum nu m\u0103 pot a\u015feza pe nimic
\nnici m\u0103car pe trepte
\nbiletele nu sunt la mine \u00eei a\u015ftept p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi a\u015fteptarea este un sacrilegiu
\n\u015fi aerul pe care-l respir\u0103
\nsunt lucruri pe care nu trebuie s\u0103 le spui niciodat\u0103
\nspinii s\u0103 vin\u0103 mereu din\u0103untru \u00een\u0163ep\u00e2nd fruntea
\ns\u0103 intri cu ei \u00een sala de teatru
\ns\u0103 r\u00e2dem s\u0103 oft\u0103m la semnul sufleurului
\ndar s\u0103 simt durerea \u00een acelea\u015fi locuri ca tine<\/p>\n

\u0163in ar\u0103t\u0103torul pe vinilul t\u0103u de colec\u0163ie
\ndin tavan coboar\u0103 Fleetwood Mac
\nsurorile lui Cehov pl\u00e2ng pe scen\u0103
\nafar\u0103 alearg\u0103 luna cu fa\u0163\u0103 de om<\/p>\n


\nsub ochii t\u0103i<\/strong><\/p>\n

ora\u015ful nu mai ascult\u0103 nu mai p\u00e2nde\u015fte nu te mai \u00een\u0163elege
\nbutoiul de tabl\u0103 \u00een care a fost smoal\u0103 arde mocnit
\ntu\u015find sc\u00e2ntei deasupra vreascurilor de castan
\nfumul picteaz\u0103 sub podul dr\u0103g\u0103icii noi constela\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u015ftiu c\u0103 nu m\u0103 pot \u00een\u0103l\u0163a c\u00e2t tu po\u0163i cobor\u00ee<\/p>\n

sinodul oamenilor str\u0103zii
\ndezbate noaptea sub arcul de beton
\nnatura mea uman\u0103 \u015fi poetic\u0103<\/p>\n


\nschisma va veni din urm\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi unii diminea\u0163a cu gulere albe scrobite
\nvor a\u015ftepta \u00een downtown
\nvia\u0163a topit\u0103 \u00een lingouri<\/p>\n

suntem holograme ale unor oameni mai simpli
\ndiferen\u0163a \u00eentre ceea ce poate fi spus \u015fi ar\u0103tat
\niubirile de unic\u0103 folosin\u0163\u0103 lucreaz\u0103 \u00een noi
\nprecum google la realitatea augmentat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi vocea ta m\u0103 despresoar\u0103
\n\u015fi zidul devine o amintire colorat\u0103
\nde care te saturi ca de un c\u00e2ntec genial ascultat de o mie de ori <\/p>\n


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

IMPROMPTU<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u00e2njet ploios pe chipul de-mprumut
\nal Marelui Judec\u0103tor vexat:
\nl-am sup\u0103rat prin speech-ul meu \u0163inut
\nla steaua care m-a persecutat<\/p>\n

plodesc energic erezii \u2013 noi dogme
\nsub care-orbitele cabreaz\u0103 \u2013 tr\u00e2ntind a\u015ftrii:
\n\u00eentr-o explozie de lini\u015fti solilocve
\nheruvii se proclam\u0103 ars siha\u015ftrii<\/p>\n

nu mai accept nici fric\u0103 \u2013 nici supuneri
\nimpun \u00een constela\u0163ii alte spuneri
\nvreau s\u0103 gre\u015fesc eroic epopeea<\/p>\n

\u015fi s-o impun la tron doar pe Medeea
\n… at\u00e2tea r\u0103zvr\u0103tiri \u2013 iubirea mea
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t m\u0103 mut mereu \u2013 din stea \u00een stea!<\/p>\n


\nONORANTUL DUEL<\/strong><\/p>\n

plec s\u0103 m\u0103-nt\u00e2lnesc cu
\nmoartea \u2013 nu m\u0103-nso\u0163e\u015fti?
\nvom lua dou\u0103 revolvere \u2013 unul
\nmie \u2013 altul \u0163ie \u2013 \u015fi
\nc\u00e2nd vom da de
\nea \u2013 ne vom bate \u00een
\nduel \u2013 pentru onoarea
\nprimului descoperitor al
\nmor\u0163ii \u2013 dintre noi
\ndoi: \u00eent\u00e2lnire grabnic\u0103 \u2013 rabinic\u0103 \u015fi
\nu\u015foar\u0103<\/p>\n


\nDECADEN\u0162\u0102 UMAN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

nobil ciuruc m\u00e2n\u0103stiresc \u2013 matroz de cer
\nte-ai chifligit de fric\u0103 \u015fi teroare:
\nt\u0103m\u00e2ia nemuririi \u2013 nas de rinocer
\n\u0163i-a-ncovoiat \u2013 \u015fi-ntre-omopla\u0163i r\u0103coare<\/p>\n

din mii de vii \u2013 alunec\u00e2nd vec\u00eci
\n\u00een labirint \u00ee\u0163i pierzi miros de rosturi
\nabrutizat de inutile posturi
\ncontempli c\u0103rnuri flasc \u2013 liliec\u00eci <\/p>\n

\u015fi r\u0103stignit \u015fi de\u015felat \u2013 d\u0103b\u0103l\u0103zat
\numbra-elefantului gu\u015fat \u2013 trapez ratat
\ne\u015fti doar schilodul de serviciu al t\u0103cerii<\/p>\n

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