{"id":18722,"date":"2022-07-27T12:30:30","date_gmt":"2022-07-27T09:30:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18722"},"modified":"2022-07-27T12:30:30","modified_gmt":"2022-07-27T09:30:30","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-33-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18722","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 33 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
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Poem pe o margine de peron<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e sete de tine, iubite,
\nDe tine mi-e sete, mi-e foame \u0219i somn.
\nPentru tine port culorile toamnei solare,
\nPreabl\u00e2ndul meu domn.
\nAm fost, \u00een amiaz\u2019, iar, la gar\u0103,
\nTe-am a\u0219teptat p\u00e2n\u0103 ieri, p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ine…
\nP\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare, trenuri, anotimpuri,
\nAu venit, \u0219uier\u00e2nd, au plecat…<\/p>\n

Se f\u0103cea c\u0103 m-am \u00eentors, f\u0103r\u0103-ntristare, acas\u0103
\nCa \u0219i cum
\nNimic nu s-ar fi \u00eent\u00e2mplat.
\nMi-am v\u0103zut de treburi, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd, sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd,
\n \u2013 dincolo de perdeaua de fum \u2013
\nAm sp\u0103lat vase, am fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat p\u00e2ine,
\nAm preg\u0103tit cl\u0103tite cu dulcea\u021b\u0103, am m\u0103turat.<\/p>\n

Mi-am c\u0103utat inima pe sub pat, pe sub mas\u0103,
\nPrin bibliotec\u0103, prin dulap, prin c\u0103mar\u0103,
\n\u00cen lumina luceaf\u0103rului de ziu\u0103,
\n\u00cen lumina luceaf\u0103rului de sear\u0103…
\n\u00centr-un t\u00e2rziu, m-am dumirit c\u0103
\n\u2013 de bun\u0103 voie \u0219i nesilit\u0103 de nimeni \u2013
\nInima mea a r\u0103mas, iubite, f\u0103r\u0103 mine,
\nLa marginea peronului pustiu.<\/p>\n

Inima \u2013 c\u00e2nd umbr\u0103, c\u00e2nd lumin\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd chip de floare ne\u0219tiut\u0103, str\u0103in\u0103,
\nUn fel de st\u00e2nc\u0103, un fel de izvor,
\nUn fel de frunz\u0103 \u00een zbor dinspre asfin\u021bit
\n\u00censpre soare-r\u0103sare,
\nInima \u2013 iarb\u0103 colilie, inima-colind
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 te \u00eent\u00e2mpine undeva, c\u00e2ndva,
\nCu toate roadele bune ale toamnei
\nPe frumoas\u0103 tipsie de-argint.<\/p>\n


\nPoemul \u00eent\u00e2lnirii m\u00e2inilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubite, sunt \u00een lumea asta dou\u0103 lumi:
\nUna cu trenuri care vin \u0219i pleac\u0103,
\nO lume gr\u0103bit\u0103, p\u0103tima\u0219\u0103, buimac\u0103
\n\u0218i alta,-n care se petrec minuni.<\/p>\n

Ne\u00eencetat simt str\u00e2ngerea de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nDe pe-un peron de p\u0103m\u00e2ntean fiord,
\n\u00cen gara zgomotoas\u0103, murdar\u0103, str\u0103in\u0103,
\nBanchiz\u0103 stearp\u0103, din \u00eennoptatul Nord.<\/p>\n

Lumina m\u00e2inii tale \u2013 cum ploaia-n miez de var\u0103 \u2013
\n\u0218i setea m\u00e2inii mele \u2013 frunz\u0103 de-arin pe ram,
\n\u00cen lumea nev\u0103zut\u0103, fragil crepuscular\u0103,
\nPe care nu o merit. De care… parte am.<\/p>\n


\nDoina CERNICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

C\u0103l\u0103toria monahiei Elena Simionovici la nord de sine \u00eens\u0103\u015fi<\/em><\/p>\n

,,Vestea primit\u0103 la Madrid c\u0103 cea de-a XXXI-a \u00cent\u00e2lnire Interna\u0163ional\u0103 \u015fi Interconfesional\u0103 a C\u0103lug\u0103rilor va avea loc \u00een Finlanda, la M\u0103n\u0103stirea New-Valamo, m-a bucurat foarte. Mai \u00eent\u00e2i pentru c\u0103 urma s\u0103 ne g\u0103zduiasc\u0103 o M\u0103n\u0103stire Ortodox\u0103 \u00eentr-o \u0163ar\u0103 preponderent luteran\u0103 \u015fi apoi dintr-un motiv personal, pentru c\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna mi-au pl\u0103cut c\u0103l\u0103toriile \u00een \u0163\u0103rile nordice, deoarece mi-am dorit s\u0103 fiu mai la nord de mine \u00eens\u0103mi\u201d.
\nM\u0103rturisirea este definitorie pentru via\u0163a monahiei Elena Simionovici. Absolvent\u0103 a Facult\u0103\u0163ii de Litere a Universit\u0103\u0163ii ,,Al. I. Cuza\u201d din Ia\u015fi, a urcat spre nord, \u00een \u0162ara de Sus, \u00eent\u00e2i pentru 22 de ani la catedr\u0103 \u00een Vatra Moldovi\u0163ei, apoi pentru 22 de ani, p\u00e2n\u0103 acum, \u00een ob\u015ftea M\u0103n\u0103stirii Vorone\u0163, c\u0103reia profesoara i-a fost prima ucenic\u0103. Lucrarea de licen\u0163\u0103 de la terminarea Facult\u0103\u0163ii de Teologie i-a devenit prima carte, ,,Sf\u00e2nta M\u0103n\u0103stire Vorone\u0163. Vatr\u0103 de istorie rom\u00e2neasc\u0103 \u015fi de spiritualitate ortodox\u0103\u201d, Ed. Thausib, Sibiu, 2001. I-au urmat alte dou\u0103, despre icoanele vestitei ctitorii a lui \u015etefan cel Mare, una \u00eenchinat\u0103 amintirii Mamei, un volum cu impresii de pelerin \u015fi o carte despre oamenii care vin aici, fie ca s\u0103 se roage, fie ca s\u0103-i admire splendoarea frescelor exterioare ocrotite de UNESCO, fie ascult\u00e2nd o chemare care le \u00eengem\u0103neaz\u0103. Traduse \u00een multe limbi, c\u0103r\u0163ile monahiei Elena Simionovici colind\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, povestind despre cea mai faimoas\u0103 biseric\u0103 a Rom\u00e2niei. Ele reprezint\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 \u015fi un urcu\u015f aparte, de la nota pe tez\u0103, de la lucr\u0103rile cerute de sus\u0163inerea gradelor didactice, la carte, mai mult, la cartea premiat\u0103 de Societatea Scriitorilor Bucovineni, la c\u0103r\u0163ile care ajung s\u0103 te invite \u00een juriul \u015fi te aleg \u00een conducerea Societ\u0103\u0163ii \u00eenfiin\u0163ate la Cern\u0103u\u0163i \u00een anul 1938. \u015ei care \u00ee\u0163i deschid filele dic\u0163ionarului teologilor ortodoc\u015fi rom\u00e2ni \u015fi str\u0103ini al p\u0103rintelui profesor Gheorghe I. Dr\u0103gulin, \u00eenscriindu-te \u00eentre cei 150 cei mai reprezentativi ai secolelor XIX-XXI, din care doar cinci femei. \u00cen acela\u015fi timp, pentru firea puternic\u0103 a scriitoarei, \u015fi smerenia se deslu\u015fe\u015fte ca un nord, ca o ascensiune: niciodat\u0103 cu numele pe copert\u0103, numai pe pagina de titlu, \u015fi abia la a \u015faptea carte cu o lansare \u00een afara zidurilor m\u0103n\u0103stirii, \u00een lume, la Biblioteca Bucovinei ,,I.G. Sbiera\u201d Suceava, pe 1 martie 2014, \u00een ajunul l\u0103satului de sec pentru postul Pa\u015ftelui.
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\nAdrian BOTEZ<\/strong>
\n\"\"

FOAMEA \u015eI SETEA<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eentru in-versul lui Eugen Ionescu<\/em><\/p>\n

\u0163i-a fost vreodat\u0103 sete \u015fi foame de
\nlumea asta? \u2013 da \u2013 sigur c\u0103 mi-a
\nfost: incredibil\u0103 sete \u015fi teribil\u0103
\nfoame de lumea asta \u2013 dar
\nlumea asta \u2013 tocmai atunci c\u00e2nd mi-era mai cumplit\u0103
\nsete \u2013 nu mi-a dat s\u0103 beau \u2013 tocmai atunci c\u00e2nd
\nmi-era mai cr\u00e2ncen\u0103 foame \u2013 nu mi-a dat s\u0103
\nm\u0103n\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

numai dup\u0103 ce adormeam istovit \u2013 umilit
\n\u00eencovrigat de durerea nesa\u0163iului \u2013 de
\ndurerea ne\u00eemplinirii \u00eentru
\nsa\u0163ietate \u2013 \u00eemi punea la
\ncap talere pline \u2013 \u00eemi l\u0103sa la
\npicioare \u2013 ulcioare de var\u0103 – d\u00e2nd
\npe dinafar\u0103…<\/p>\n

…iar eu \u2013 \u00een acest timp \u2013 \u00een
\nal meu somn \u2013 tocmai navigam s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd
\nincredibil toren\u0163ial – \u00een oceane de
\nextaze \u015fi vise \u2013 printre lumi \u00een care
\nnu mai era nimic care s\u0103 m\u0103
\ncheme cu foame \u2013 pentru c\u0103
\nnici de sete nu mai era nevoie \u2013 ca s\u0103 le
\ncuno\u015fti \u015fi p\u0103trunzi \u2013 pe toate – precum st\u00e2lpnicul
\nNoe<\/p>\n


\nFILOSOFIA KILLER-ULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

e bine s\u0103 sim\u0163i s\u00e2ngele
\nlui – c\u00e2t mai aproape de
\npumnul t\u0103u \u2013 c\u00e2nd \u00eel
\nucizi<\/p>\n

doar a\u015fa po\u0163i lua \u2013 direct \u00een arterele
\ntale lacome \u2013 puterea
\nr\u00e2vnit\u0103 – de la cel ucis
\nde tine<\/p>\n


\nIonel NECULA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Radu C\u00e2rneci \u2013 o bibliotec\u0103 a sentimentelor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fiecare lucru \u00ee\u015fi are m\u0103sura lui. Vinul se m\u0103soar\u0103 cu vadra, dorin\u0163ele \u00een \u00eempliniri, distan\u0163ele cosmice \u00een ani lumin\u0103, iar curentul electric \u00een amperi. Dar sentimentele? Exist\u0103 o unitate de m\u0103sur\u0103 pentru c\u00e2nt\u0103rirea sentimentelor?
\n Chiar mai multe. De regul\u0103, treaba aceasta este l\u0103sat\u0103 \u00een seama arti\u015ftilor, care nu le evalueaz\u0103, dar le vl\u0103guiesc de emo\u0163ie, de sens, de candoare \u015fi de semnifica\u0163ie empatic\u0103. Mai cu seam\u0103 poe\u0163ii \u015ftiu s\u0103 le a\u015feze \u00eentr-o partitur\u0103 privilegiat\u0103, cel mai adesea prin apelul la vraja clarului de lun\u0103 \u015fi la feeria nop\u0163ilor de cle\u015ftar. Nu trebuie s\u0103 ne surprind\u0103 c\u0103 fiecare poet \u00ee\u015fi are m\u0103sura lui. Li Tai Pe le evalua dup\u0103 cum, reu\u015fea s\u0103 cuprind\u0103 luna \u00een bra\u0163e aplec\u00e2ndu-se peste marginile b\u0103rcii, aceea\u015fi lun\u0103 pe care Esenin \u00ee\u015fi \u00eendemna caii s-o soarb\u0103 din luciul lacului din p\u0103dure.
\n Cu Radu C\u00e2rneci este altceva, poetul folose\u015fte alt\u0103 gril\u0103 din care deconteaz\u0103 sentimentele. Nu mai este vremea Romei imperiale ca s\u0103-l concureze pe Ovidiu \u00een poetica iubirii \u015fi nici cele medievale c\u00e2nd domni\u0163ele ventilau epoca \u00een crinoline somptuoase, iar el ar fi putut s\u0103-\u015fi exprime sim\u0163\u0103mintele n\u0103valnice \u00een serenade mandolinizate sub balcon.
\n Radu C\u00e2rneci este contemporanul nostru, apar\u0163ine lumii moderne \u2013 ce zic? \u2013 postmoderne, cu tot ansamblul de metehne, \u015fi de bete\u015fuguri, care vulnerabilizeaz\u0103 sentimentul, \u00eel aduc \u00een condi\u0163ie ipseistic\u0103 \u015fi-l impregneaz\u0103 de precaritate. De asta apreciez re\u00eentoarcerea autorului la fundamente, la forma prototipal\u0103 a sentimentului, care nu mai reclam\u0103 prezen\u0163a clarului de lun\u0103 sau elegan\u0163a crinolinelor medievale. Se \u00eentoarce la sentimentul prieteniei \u015fi-l repune \u00een active neumbrite de circumstan\u0163e \u015fi disconforturi episodice. A cochetat at\u00e2t de zelos \u015fi constant cu aceast\u0103 ipostaz\u0103 a sentimentului c\u0103 poate umple cu el, cu r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163urile lui lirice, o \u00eentreag\u0103 bibliotec\u0103. Biblioteca de sentimente (Editura Anamarol, Bucure\u015fti, 2012) reconstituie \u00eentrup\u0103rile acestui sim\u0163\u0103m\u00e2nt \u015fi frumuse\u0163ea pe care-o degaj\u0103 \u00een ansamblul biografiei sale. Este, am putea spune, o carte cu prieteni, o carte \u00een care biografia se converte\u015fte \u00een bibliografie \u015fi invers, iar rezultatul burdu\u015fe\u015fte c\u00e2teva rafturi, de nu cumva chiar o bibliotec\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103. Vine o vreme c\u00e2nd trebuie s\u0103 tragem linie, s\u0103 adun\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 sc\u0103dem de c\u00e2te ori ni s-au \u00eemplinit dorin\u0163ele \u015fi de c\u00e2te ori am e\u015fuat.
\n Radu C\u00e2rneci nu are ce s\u0103 scad\u0103. Toat\u0103 via\u0163a a adunat, a str\u00e2ns \u015fi a cumulat at\u00e2tea prietenii, at\u00e2tea candori \u015fi at\u00e2tea bonit\u0103\u0163i cordiale, c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 dea seama de ele, trebuia s\u0103 le rostuiasc\u0103 \u00eentr-o bibliotec\u0103.
\n Dar risipirile? Risipirile nu se pun la socoteal\u0103. Prietenia este ca o flac\u0103r\u0103. Po\u0163i d\u0103rui din ea oric\u00e2t f\u0103r\u0103 riscul de a se \u00eempu\u0163ina. C\u00e2ndva, am avut privilegiul s\u0103 privesc de sus precesiunea unui ritual de \u00eenviere. Toate luminile erau stinse, se f\u0103cuse o noapte de catran \u015fi preotul a ie\u015fit din catedral\u0103 cu o lum\u00e2nare aprins\u0103, chem\u00e2nd enoria\u015fii s\u0103 ia lumin\u0103. Au aprins de la el mul\u0163i credincio\u015fi din apropiere, dar lum\u00e2narea de la care se \u00eemprumuta a r\u0103mas intact\u0103, nu s-a \u00eempu\u0163inat \u015fi nu s-a consumat.
\n Radu C\u00e2rneci a \u015ftiut acest lucru. Niciodat\u0103 nu s-a \u00eengrijorat de mul\u0163imea risipirilor sale. Generozitatea cu care i-a gratulat pe cei ce aveau nevoie de ea nu i-a diminuat cu nimic bog\u0103\u0163ia harurilor sale, ba chiar l-a f\u0103cut mai iubit, mai apropiat, mai c\u0103utat de confra\u0163i. Bog\u0103\u0163ia imaginilor din carte reconstituie, printre altele, \u015fi traseul acestei exemplare d\u0103ruiri.
\n Bine\u00een\u0163eles c\u0103 s-a gr\u0103bit cu aceast\u0103 opera\u0163ie bilan\u0163ier\u0103. Prea ne-am obi\u015fnuit cu prezen\u0163a sa catalitic\u0103 prin apropiere ca s\u0103 ne \u00eemp\u0103c\u0103m cu ideea de bilan\u0163. O reuniune f\u0103r\u0103 Radu C\u00e2rneci, f\u0103r\u0103 verbul s\u0103u m\u0103t\u0103sos \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 reflec\u0163iile sale rezolubile este din capul locului e\u015fuat\u0103.
\n \u00ce\u0163i mul\u0163umesc, Radu C\u00e2rneci. \u00ce\u0163i mul\u0163umesc pentru carte \u015fi pentru c\u0103 mi-ai \u00eemplinit, prin aceasta, o dorin\u0163\u0103 ce m-a \u00eencercat mult\u0103 vreme. Aceea de a te avea prin apropiere. <\/p>\n


\nRadu C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Prim\u0103vara, anotimpul fraged <\/strong>
\npoezii create \u00een deceniul al optulea al secolului trecut, rev\u0103zute acum pentru revista Spa\u021bii culturale.<\/em><\/p>\n

INVOCA\u021aIE LA P\u0102S\u0102RI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bineveni\u021bi p\u0103s\u0103ri, bineveni\u021bi!
\nV\u0103 a\u0219tept cu ploile verzi, cu p\u0103durile
\n\u2013 despletite femei de dragoste \u2013
\ndup\u0103 ele ochi de soare, dup\u0103 ele s\u00e2n de lun\u0103
\npentru obosi\u021bii de frumos.<\/p>\n

Vino sud, vino soare
\n\u0219i inund\u0103-m\u0103 cu ape de p\u0103s\u0103ri:
\n\u00een bra\u021be r\u00e2ndunici \u00een frunte cioc\u00e2rlii \u00een p\u0103r cucii
\n\u0219i tu privighetoare, regina mea,
\n\u0219i purifica\u021bi-mi cu dragoste auzul \u0219i lumina
\n\u00eenfrunzi\u021bi-mi coapsele \u0219i umerii, veni\u021bi
\n\u0219i adolescen\u021bilor da\u021bi-le inima mea.<\/p>\n

(\u2026E un amurg, ultimul, care m\u0103 doare
\nun amurg de femei pu\u021bine, de z\u0103pezi sub\u021biri un
\namurg \u0219i fuge din mine \u2013 lup negru \u2013 fuge
\nsub p\u0103m\u00e2nt din inim\u0103, sub pa\u0219i, lup, fuge
\nf\u0103r\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri albe, f\u0103r\u0103 ploi verzi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 mine, din mine, dincolo, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenalt f\u0103r\u0103
\n mine, amurg, f\u0103r\u0103 dragoste, fuge\u2026)
\nP\u0103s\u0103ri, v\u0103 a\u0219tept, bineveni\u021bi!
\nE timpul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, de p\u0103s\u0103ri, s\u0103rac \u2013
\nbineveni\u021bi p\u0103s\u0103ri\u2013femei, p\u0103s\u0103ri\u2013b\u0103rba\u021bi
\ne nevoie de dragoste, sete de dragoste, secet\u0103 \u2013
\na\u0219tept la marginea mea, bineveni\u021bi
\nam un zbor pentru voi…<\/p>\n


\n\u00ceNDATORIRE DE PRIM\u0102VAR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026Acolo \u00eentre dou\u0103 stele la timp sc\u0103zut
\nerau p\u0103s\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte arbori f\u0103r\u0103 suflet
\nnedesc\u00e2ntat\u0103 s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba de iarb\u0103
\n\u00eencremenit\u0103 hora de fete b\u0103rba\u021bii pustii
\nr\u0103stignite patimile
\nneperechi s\u0103lb\u0103ticiunile triste \u2013 \u0219i
\npeste toate duhul meu ca o corabie.<\/p>\n

Tot timpul c\u00e2t m-am n\u0103scut am fost de rug\u0103:
\nchin eram, team\u0103 spre sunet
\ng\u00e2nd de culoare, miez de p\u0103m\u00e2nt dulce
\npentru to\u021bi m\u0103 n\u0103\u0219team: domn din Domn
\nlumin\u0103 din Lumin\u0103, durere din Durere
\nmiresme la t\u00e2mple iveam, \u021bip\u0103t \u00een genunchii
\nde fug\u0103 \u2013 o triste\u021be eram \u00eemprejur cu imn.<\/p>\n

(\u0218i-am auzit: \u201e\u2026 De ce at\u00e2ta scr\u00e2\u0219net \u0219i lacrimi
\n\u0219i sf\u00e2\u0219iere pentru un z\u00e2mbet, de ce?\u201c
\n\u0218i erau l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine to\u021bi, umbre \u0219i nu-i vedeam
\nto\u021bi a\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 le dau ochiul de soare
\ns\u00e2nul de lun\u0103, clopot de aer \u0219i ap\u0103
\nerau a\u0219teptarea ca o otrav\u0103
\n\u00een mine ad\u00e2nc r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 de dragoste\u2026)<\/p>\n

A\u0219a \u00eencepur\u0103 sevele s\u0103 m\u0103 cuprind\u0103:
\npulpe \u0219i piept \u0219i fruntea \u2013 abur de cer \u2013
\nlimpede r\u0103suflare de duhuri \u2013
\ndin mine apoi am crescut fiece mugure
\nfirul de iarb\u0103 l-am tors, fiece fluture
\nl-am aurit: femeilor trup de dor
\nle-am dat b\u0103rba\u021bilor nelini\u0219te-n s\u00e2nge\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cenfloream! \u00cenfrunzeam! M\u0103-ndumnezeiam!
\n\u00cen zori lumea era gata de nunt\u0103:
\nplecau din mine perechi de culori perechi de sunete
\nde miresme de patimi superb leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se
\ndin mine, intrau \u00een marea fiin\u021b\u0103, perechi
\nca un s\u0103rut \u00eentre cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nclopote dulce-aiurind, clopote, clopote, clopote\u2026<\/p>\n

Diminea\u021ba eram v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u00eenalt\u0103, domn
\ndin Domn lumin\u0103 din lumin\u0103 din durere
\n\u00een jurul soarelui: aur\u0103, \u00een jurul lunii: cearc\u0103n
\n \u00eemi cl\u0103tinam obosit duhul spre somn
\n\u0219i to\u021bi de mine uitaser\u0103, to\u021bi m\u0103 uitaser\u0103 \u0219i
\nperechi, perechi f\u0103ceau dragoste, nunt\u0103 nebun\u0103
\njur \u00eemprejur miresme de dragoste\u2026<\/p>\n


\nDUP\u0102 DRAGOSTE*<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 dragoste soarele este mai luminos
\ndup\u0103 dragoste luna are cearc\u0103n frumos
\ndup\u0103 nunta cerului cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\npietrelor le cre\u0219te rotundul.<\/p>\n

Totul dup\u0103 dragoste: mireasm\u0103 de dor
\nurma s\u0103rutului, pas\u0103re-n zbor
\n\u00een s\u00e2ni, sub s\u00e2ni spaim\u0103 sub\u021bire
\n\u00een lemnul verde vlag\u0103 de mire
\n\u00een nori \u0219i sub nori lini\u0219te, dup\u0103
\ndragoste gura-i duruta mea cup\u0103.<\/p>\n

(Apoi p\u0103s\u0103rile fac pui de c\u00e2ntece
\nstelele coboar\u0103-n desc\u00e2ntece
\narborii a\u0219teapt\u0103 fete din fete
\nfructe lunec\u00e2nd s\u0103 le desfete
\nsemin\u021bele nasc p\u0103rin\u021bi iar casele
\ncu \u00eenc\u0103 o dung\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenseamn\u0103 oasele)<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 dragoste soarele e Domn preafrumos
\nluna \u0219i tu cu cearc\u0103n luminos
\ndup\u0103 nunta cerului cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\ns\u00e2nii t\u0103i tac p\u00e2rguindu-\u0219i rotundul\u2026<\/p>\n

* Mic poem dup\u0103 dragoste<\/em><\/p>\n

ULTIMUL RISIPITOR*<\/strong><\/p>\n

Risipitor sunt \u0219i dup\u0103 mine stelele dup\u0103
\nmine zorii, dup\u0103 mine soarele risipitor,
\nfugind cu o mie de picioare
\nzbur\u00e2nd cu o mie de aripi
\ndup\u0103 mine iarba c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd aleluia
\ndup\u0103 mine norii pe cer, risipitorii
\ndup\u0103 mine ploaia \u0219i spicele f\u0103c\u00e2nd dragoste
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i m\u0103rile mereu dup\u0103 dragoste.<\/p>\n

(Vai, risipitor sunt \u0219i am fost, fetelor
\nv-am f\u0103cut frumoase, aminti\u021bi-v\u0103!
\nUnde-s g\u00e2ndurile voastre acum, dar ochii
\nde uimiri, pa\u0219ii de aer, dar gura
\nde a\u0219teptare, bra\u021bele de dragoste, unde?
\nIat\u0103, m\u00e2ng\u00e2i v\u00e2ntul \u0219i urma p\u0103rului vostru \u2013
\no, cum v-a\u021bi dus,
\nzveltele mele poeme!<\/p>\n

Unde sunte\u021bi, b\u0103rba\u021bi cu sufletul meu?
\nToamn\u0103 e-n fruntea voastr\u0103 sau r\u0103m\u00e2ne\u021bi
\ncu durerea de-atunci dulce \u0219i t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, unde
\nv\u0103 sunt armele \u0219i furiile \u0219i aurul?<\/p>\n

\u0218i vinul e-acela\u0219i? Dar f\u0103r\u0103denop\u021bile noastre?
\nUnde statuile \u2013 abur de munte \u2013
\n\u0219i vorbele-n \u0219uier aduc\u00e2nd prim\u0103vara?
\nO, risipitorilor, prieteni ai mei\u2026)<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, m\u0103 d\u0103rui mereu, dup\u0103 mine stelele
\nm\u0103 d\u0103rui, dup\u0103 mine soarele
\nfugind cu o mie de picioare
\nzbur\u00e2nd cu o mie de aripi, Risipitorul
\ndup\u0103 mine iarba c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd aleluia
\ndup\u0103 mine norii \u0219i v\u00e2ntul f\u0103c\u00e2nd dragoste
\ndup\u0103 mine p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i m\u0103rile mereu \u00een dragoste
\ndup\u0103 mine, mereu dup\u0103 mine, Risipitorul.<\/p>\n

Vai, talantul se cheltuie, se tope\u0219te
\n\u0219i curge-n v\u0103zduh \u2013 fluviu de aur \u2013
\naud pa\u0219i dup\u0103 mine, pa\u0219ii furilor:
\nsunt zvel\u021bi \u0219i tineri furii \u0219i cu g\u00e2nduri
\nn\u0103v\u0103lind din mult\u0103 lumin\u0103 \u2013
\nda, talantul meu se cheltuie, e
\nultimul sunt ultimul risipitor!\u2026 Poate c\u0103 mama se roag\u0103
\nacum pentru \u00eentoarcerea mea\u2026<\/p>\n

* Fiul risipitor<\/em><\/p>\n

JOC \u00ceN DAFINUL \u00ceNFLORIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

Frumoasa cea-mai-frumoas\u0103, ca diminea\u021ba
\nCeamaifrumoas\u0103 frumoas\u0103 a venit la mine
\nla somnul meu a venit Ceamaifrumoas\u0103
\nadun\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din visuri, zic\u00e2ndu-mi
\nCeamaifrumoas\u0103:
\n\u201eIat\u0103-m\u0103 pentru tine, numai pentru tine
\nziua pentru tine, seara pentru tine, noaptea pentru tine
\ntu m-ai \u00een\u0103l\u021bat din p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu ierburile tale
\nf\u0103-m\u0103 acum flac\u0103r\u0103\u2026\u201c.<\/p>\n

Era cea-mai-frumoas\u0103 Frumoas\u0103
\n\u0219i de fapt mi-era flac\u0103r\u0103,
\neram dor \u0219i sete \u0219i poft\u0103 de albastru acum sosise
\n\u00een somnul meu urcase
\n\u0219i somnul meu se f\u0103cu pom, \u00eenfrunzi \u0219i \u00eenflori
\nera \u00een mine, eram \u00eenalt \u0219i-n v\u00e2rful meu
\nse leg\u0103na Ceamaifrumoas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mi-a cl\u0103tinat s\u00e2ngele cuprinz\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u0219i mi-a zis:
\n\u201eSpune-mi p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd voi fi Frumoasa cea mai frumoas\u0103?
\nNu voi muri, nu vei muri, nu ne vom face \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i v\u00e2nt?
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd cea mai frumoas\u0103 frumoas\u0103 voi fi p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd?\u201c
\n\u0218i pomul meu se leg\u0103na de frumuse\u021be
\nm\u0103 leg\u0103nam frumos
\n\u0219i i-am r\u0103spuns Celei mai frumoase frumoase:
\n\u201eO, \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na nu te va atinge, ierburile nu-\u021bi vor fura ochii
\niar v\u00e2ntul nu te va \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tia ca pe o p\u0103rere
\nc\u00e2t timp vei sta \u00een pomul acesta de dor
\n \u00een pomul acesta nemuritor\u201c.<\/p>\n

\u0218i ea: \u201eDar p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd voi fi Ceamaifrumoas\u0103 frumoas\u0103?\u201c
\n\u201eO, Doamne, vei fi Frumoasa cea mai frumoas\u0103
\nc\u00e2t timp vei r\u0103m\u00e2ne Cea-mai-frumoas\u0103-frumoas\u0103!\u201c<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n pomul meu de zori, \u00een pomul de zi, \u0219i-n cel \u00eennoptat
\nse rote\u0219te \u00eentruna frumos otr\u0103vindu-mi s\u00e2ngele
\n\u0219i aerul \u0219i apa
\nFrumoasa cea mai frumoas\u0103, Ceamaifrumoas\u0103 frumoas\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nDESC\u00c2NTEC LA PAS\u0102REA ALB\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pas\u0103re alb\u0103, sor\u0103 a pas\u0103rii negre
\ncoboar\u0103 din cer, de l\u00e2ng\u0103 cer
\ncoboar\u0103 din soare, de l\u00e2ng\u0103 soare
\ncoboar\u0103 din lun\u0103, de l\u00e2ng\u0103 lun\u0103
\npas\u0103re bun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pas\u0103re alb\u0103, vino la ceas de noapte
\nvino la ceas de suflet v\u00e2n\u0103t
\nvino la ceas de stele pu\u021bine
\nvino c\u00e2nd t\u00e2mpla se-nclin\u0103
\npas\u0103re lin\u0103.<\/p>\n

A\u0219eaz\u0103-te peste pas\u0103rea neagr\u0103
\npeste ochii ei negri, peste negrele-i aripi
\npeste pliscul negru c\u00e2ntecul t\u0103u
\npeste ghearele-i negre zborul t\u0103u cheie
\npas\u0103re-zee.<\/p>\n

De nou\u0103 ori \u00een jurul frun\u021bii mele
\nde nou\u0103 ori \u00een jurul gurii mele
\nde nou\u0103 ori \u00een jurul inimii mele
\nde nou\u0103 ori nou\u0103zeci \u0219i nou\u0103 de ori
\n\u00een mine s\u0103 zbori.<\/p>\n

\u0218i f\u0103-m\u0103 de soare \u0219i f\u0103-m\u0103 de zi
\n\u0219i f\u0103-m\u0103 de zi \u0219i f\u0103-m\u0103 de soare
\n\u0219i f\u0103-m\u0103 de-amiaz\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103-m\u0103 de-nalt
\n\u0219i f\u0103-m\u0103 v\u00e2rf de copac, v\u00e2rf de st\u00e2nc\u0103
\npas\u0103re ad\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, pas\u0103rea neagr\u0103 e umbra ta
\npas\u0103rea neagr\u0103 s\u0103 fie umbra ta
\npas\u0103rea neagr\u0103 va fi umbra ta
\ntu, pas\u0103re alb\u0103 peste pas\u0103rea neagr\u0103
\npeste pas\u0103rea neagr\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nFIUL LUI ZAMOLXE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 Superb, \u00een v\u00e2rf, c\u0103delni\u021bam arome
\nvale de aer leg\u0103n\u00e2nd sonor
\n\u0219i explodau \u00een mine, policrome
\nz\u0103pezile din timpul trec\u0103tor<\/p>\n

\u00cenalt de ceruri cobora \u00een cre\u0219tet
\nprin frunte ve\u0219nicii efluviind
\npurific\u00e2ndu-mi clipele de ve\u0219ted
\n\u0219i t\u00e2mplele de t\u00e2mple de argint<\/p>\n

Cremene-n t\u0103lpi \u0219i fulgere \u00een palme
\n\u00eentregul respira \u00een mine: miez
\ncu mun\u021bii demni, \u00een imnurile calme
\ndesf\u0103\u0219uram \u0219i-nf\u0103\u0219uram un crez<\/p>\n

Frumos de duh sta s\u00e2ngele-n amiaz\u0103
\nun arc era \u00een nervi, iar peste nervi
\npsalmodia st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 buna piaz\u0103:
\nt\u00e2rziul cor al du\u0219ilor mei servi<\/p>\n

Oh, \u0219i sim\u021beam \u00een mine nemurirea
\nCu Soarele dans\u00e2nd pe Kogheon
\n\u00een patru z\u0103ri eram nem\u0103rginirea
\nde la Zamolxe str\u0103lucind \u0219i domn<\/p>\n

Fertilizam fecioarele \u0219i glia
\niar apele le-mbog\u0103\u021beam cu vie\u021bi
\n\u0219i izbucnea de st\u00e2nc\u0103 poezia
\nc\u00e2nd coapsele-mi n\u0103\u0219teau pe \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Era o vreme f\u0103r\u0103 de prihan\u0103
\ndin mine ondul\u00e2nd \u0219i-n mine st\u00e2nd
\niar noaptea se topea-n s\u0103ge\u021bi, strihan\u0103
\npierz\u00e2ndu-se \u00een v\u0103ile de g\u00e2nd\u2026<\/p>\n

Sublim, \u00een pisc, oficiam de soare
\nnem\u0103rginirea leg\u0103n\u00e2nd cu dor
\n\u00een sus, \u00een jos, minune domnitoare
\neu, ve\u0219nicul de via\u021b\u0103 d\u0103t\u0103tor\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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