{"id":18763,"date":"2022-07-31T20:56:43","date_gmt":"2022-07-31T17:56:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18763"},"modified":"2022-07-31T20:56:43","modified_gmt":"2022-07-31T17:56:43","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-33-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18763","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 33 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Viorica R\u0102DU\u0162\u0102<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Visul<\/strong><\/p>\n

dac\u0103 mama a luat apa cu ea
\n\u00eent\u0103rit\u0103 pe cruce<\/p>\n

\u00een ap\u0103 merg fluturi
\n\u00een toate p\u0103r\u0163ile<\/p>\n

din ei \u015fi zarea<\/p>\n

lung\u0103 dup\u0103 sp\u0103lat
\ndup\u0103 \u00eentuneric<\/p>\n

atunci albesc mu\u015fcatele
\no cea\u0163\u0103 pe ochii negri<\/p>\n

fulgi de z\u0103pad\u0103 c\u00e2t \u0163ip\u0103tul<\/p>\n

sunt \u015fi eu aici<\/p>\n

valurile se p\u0103trund
\nmai departe<\/p>\n


\niarba<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2t e de verde \u00een ochii mamei
\nalbi
\nr\u0103ma\u015fi \u00een camer\u0103
\npe speteaz\u0103<\/p>\n

sub z\u0103pada topit\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi
\nc\u00e2nd pustiul se uit\u0103 la cer
\nvede cire\u015ful<\/p>\n

o pas\u0103re face cuib \u00een lini\u015ftea ei<\/p>\n

ah, pasul din iarb\u0103<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 lun\u0103 e v\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n


\n\u00eentunericul<\/strong><\/p>\n

departe de umbra lui
\nse leag\u0103n\u0103 pe stinghia de lemn
\napoi se mut\u0103 pe pieptul mamei
\nca \u015fi cum ar sp\u0103la-o <\/p>\n

o lum\u00e2nare e tot \u00eentunericul
\n\u00een m\u00e2inile ei
\n\u0163epene de ultima suflare<\/p>\n

alb\u0103 <\/p>\n

acum cre\u015fte \u015fi nucul pe ea<\/p>\n


\nla capul mamei<\/strong><\/p>\n

mu\u015fcata prive\u015fte pas\u0103rea
\n\u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103 cu marginile<\/p>\n

marginea de sus
\nat\u00e2tea frunze<\/p>\n

marginea de jos
\nt\u0103iat\u0103 de ploi<\/p>\n

exist\u0103 \u015fi o sear\u0103
\ndup\u0103 mult timp
\n\u00een acest vis care<\/p>\n

\u00een acest vis
\nst\u0103 mu\u015fcata la drum
\ntrei zile cu mama <\/p>\n

chipul tat\u0103lui meu
\nde na\u015ftere <\/p>\n

o pas\u0103re se ad\u00e2nce\u015fte \u00een trunchi<\/p>\n

umbra cire\u015fului doarme
\npeste zi<\/p>\n


\napa aruncat\u0103 de fulger<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een ea<\/p>\n

cu o parte moale
\nde om
\n\u015fi una de p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

cum se uit\u0103 la diminea\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

diminea\u0163a e timpul
\npe fa\u0163a de mas\u0103<\/p>\n


\nomul<\/strong><\/p>\n

a r\u0103bdat mult<\/p>\n

lumina l-a \u00eenconjurat
\nl-a t\u0103iat<\/p>\n

un pustiu a ie\u015fit dintre fiare<\/p>\n

el s-a uitat la m\u00e2ini la picioare
\nnu mai erau<\/p>\n

\u00een locul lor
\n\u00een locul lor mergea ploaia
\nl-a \u00eengropat
\ndar lumina a ie\u015fit \u00een hainele lui
\ns-a ridicat singur\u0103<\/p>\n

de atunci ziua \u00eei st\u0103 pe chip
\nnu mai trece <\/p>\n


\nabsen\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

un pat cu 7 nop\u0163i pe el<\/p>\n

o can\u0103 pe mas\u0103<\/p>\n

6 mu\u015fcate ro\u015fii cu 16 flori<\/p>\n

o frunz\u0103 sub\u0163ire ca g\u00e2ndul mamei <\/p>\n

fereastra e v\u00e2ntul care st\u0103<\/p>\n

apa o mai spal\u0103 o dat\u0103
\nde la cire\u015f la v\u00e2nt
\nde la o lumin\u0103 la alta
\n\u00eennegrind icoana
\ncu fluturi<\/p>\n


\ndin nou mu\u015fcatele<\/strong><\/p>\n

bobocii r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een culoare<\/p>\n

mama privind florile<\/p>\n

a\u015fa e pl\u00e2nsul<\/p>\n

desf\u0103cut de margine <\/p>\n

bobocii \u00een diminea\u0163a
\nc\u00e2nd nu mai sunt 16<\/p>\n

sunt 15 \u015fi umbra
\ndau aceea\u015fi culoare
\napoi cuibul <\/p>\n

dup\u0103 un timp culoarea s-a dus
\n\u015fi sunt 14 <\/p>\n

mamei \u00eei ies mereu 16
\na\u015fa e timpul<\/p>\n


\nPassionaria STOICESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

F\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu sunt Dumnezeu,
\nci doar o f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 din El
\n\u015fi doar f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 \u00eencerc s\u0103 \u00eenchipui,
\ns\u0103 c\u00e2nt
\ndin zborul acesta
\n\u00eenalt \u015fi fr\u00e2nt,
\n\u00eenalt \u015fi fr\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 din iubirea Lui
\ne inima mea
\n\u015fi sub lupa ei de carne \u015fi s\u00e2nge
\nm\u0103resc m\u0103run\u0163ia clipei
\n\u015fi m\u0103 minunez de ea
\nca \u015fi c\u00e2nd
\nnimeni p\u00e2n\u0103 acum \u00een afara mea
\nn-ar fi v\u0103zut,
\nnu s-ar fi bucurat
\n\u015fi n-ar fi scris despre asta
\n\u00eenalt \u015fi fr\u00e2nt,
\n\u00eenalt \u015fi fr\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

S\u0103rut pulberea de pe
\n\u00eenc\u0103l\u0163\u0103rile Lui cere\u015fti
\n\u015fi praful acela m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103rb\u0103teaz\u0103…<\/p>\n

Fie,
\nsunt un gr\u0103unte de praf \u2013
\ndar care \u015ftie
\nc\u0103 Dumnezeu e de foc
\nnu de \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103,
\nde focul acela dint\u00e2i
\npe care p\u0103m\u00e2ntul r\u0103cit
\nl-a uitat,
\nl-a tr\u0103dat,
\nl-a murit…<\/p>\n

\u201eFie, m\u0103 consoleaz\u0103 El \u00een rug\u0103ciune \u2013
\ne\u015fti praf de foc
\nr\u0103t\u0103cind pe \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103,
\no sc\u00e2nteie p\u00e2n\u0103 la soroc;
\nvei fi de scrum
\npe lungul drum,
\nvei fi cenu\u015f\u0103
\ndin juc\u0103u\u015f\u0103,
\nvei c\u0103dea pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u00eenalt \u015fi fr\u00e2nt, \u00eenalt \u015fi fr\u00e2nt…\u201d<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen duminica mic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103rturisesc,
\nm\u0103-mp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fesc –
\nnu mi-o cere nimeni
\n\u00een duminica mic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Duhovnicul meu e Poemul,
\nun preot \u00eendatoritor
\ncare m\u0103 ajut\u0103 s\u0103 uit,
\ns\u0103 respir (s\u0103 mai mor),
\ns\u0103 m\u0103-ncurajez din fric\u0103…<\/p>\n

E un blestem
\ncu amar\u0103 pecete
\ns\u0103 nu sim\u0163i precum ceilal\u0163i,
\nnoaptea s\u0103 nu-\u0163i dea lini\u015fte \u015fi pace,
\nziua s\u0103 vezi
\ndup\u0103 propria lumin\u0103 vorace
\n\u015fi apa s\u00e2mbetei s\u0103-\u0163i dea sete.<\/p>\n

Poate de-aceea iubesc copacii,
\nlumea nes\u0103buit\u0103 a
\nr\u0103d\u0103cinilor lor scormonitoare
\npe care nimeni n-o poate privi,
\nn-o poate presim\u0163i,
\ndar care-i hr\u0103ne\u015fte
\n\u015fi-i \u0163ine-n picioare…<\/p>\n

Nu-mi vede nimeni
\nr\u0103d\u0103cinile colorate,
\nnu-mi aude nimeni
\nr\u0103d\u0103cinile c\u00e2nt\u0103toare,
\n\u0163es\u0103tura lor de fire m\u0103runte
\ncotropind ad\u00e2ncurile
\npentru o biat\u0103 coroan\u0103 de frunze,
\nfericit\u0103 vremelnic de ploaie,
\naurit\u0103 vremelnic de soare…<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, trunchiul s-a jertfit,
\nel e Isusul meu
\npentru nevolnica h\u00e2rtie
\npe care to\u0163i se chinuie s\u0103 scrie,
\npe care \u015fi eu am scris
\no nou\u0103 m\u0103rturisire,
\nun fel de vis \u00een vis
\ndintr-o feciorelnic\u0103 p\u0103c\u0103tuire –
\nca patima ad\u00e2ncurilor colorate
\ns\u0103 r\u0103zbeasc\u0103 la suprafa\u0163\u0103
\npentru Nimeni,
\npentru \u00eenc\u0103 o via\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nGrafologie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-a spus copilul sincer minunat:
\n\u201eTu scrii cum cade ploaia, aplecat…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201e\u015ei cum a\u015f face altfel, i-am r\u0103spuns,
\nc\u00e2nd cerul meu adun\u0103-ndeajuns
\ntriste\u0163i \u015fi bucurii care m\u0103-ndoaie
\ns\u0103 cad peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een chip de ploaie?
\nE-o ploaie poezia, un mister,
\ndar pentru ea \u00ee\u0163i trebuie mult cer,
\nnu doar p\u0103m\u00e2nt de str\u0103b\u0103tut sub pa\u015fi…
\n\u00cemi urc spre slav\u0103 gestul p\u0103tima\u015f
\n\u015fi cald cu frig nasc aburul cuv\u00e2nt,
\nmirarea-l schimb\u0103-n norul unui g\u00e2nd
\ndin cerul fulgerat sub care scriu…
\nDa, ploaie plou\u0103 sufletul meu viu,
\nbl\u00e2nd aplecat\u0103 s\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-\u0163i m\u00e2na,
\nca-n ar\u015fi\u0163i, c\u00e2nd setoas\u0103 e \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na…\u201d
\n
\nBietul, Poetul<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rii
\n\u00eenc\u0103 din ou
\ni-au binecuv\u00e2ntat zborul
\nCerul \u015fi Soarele:
\nalbu\u015ful de la nori,
\ng\u0103lbenu\u015ful de la
\nplodul astrului de lumin\u0103…<\/p>\n

Omului
\ndoar chipul \u015fi asem\u0103narea
\ni le-a dat Cel de Sus,
\n\u00een rest l-a f\u0103cut din tin\u0103,
\nchiar cu suflare divin\u0103
\ndin tin\u0103,
\ndoar tin\u0103…<\/p>\n

Oric\u00e2t de profund \u015fi grav
\ns-ar str\u0103dui s\u0103 fie,
\nel ucide pas\u0103rea
\nsau o chinuie-n colivie
\nf\u0103r\u0103 putere s-o-nvie,
\nfiindc\u0103-i din praf,
\ndoar din praf,
\nfie \u015fi Marele Praf
\nal acelei secunde
\nurc\u00e2nd spre vecie.<\/p>\n

Dar bietul, Poetul?
\nEl e naiva \u00eentruchipare
\nde praf cutez\u00e2nd s\u0103 zboare
\ncu aripile Cuv\u00e2ntului
\nspre soarele C\u00e2ntului
\ncel \u00eenc\u0103 nespus\/neapus,
\nnesocotind Cerul \u015fi Marea,
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd disperat asem\u0103narea
\nCelui de Sus,
\nCelui de Sus!<\/p>\n


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

SONEFORISME<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu-mi amintesc de mine niciodat\u0103.
\n E semn profund c\u0103-ncep s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

O pas\u0103rea r\u0103mas\u0103-n a\u015fteptare
\n \u00cemi t\u0103inuie\u015fte-ad\u00e2ncul din frunzi\u015f<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

M-am transformat \u00een flautul din care
\n Se-nal\u0163\u0103 mut un fluture de-o zi<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Sub frunte umbra toamnei se \u00eentinde.
\nAlearg\u0103-n noi un cerb spre asfin\u0163it<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Ce colc\u0103ial\u0103 de tr\u0103iri \u015fi semne!
\n Dar unde sunt, \u00een toate c\u00e2te pier?<\/p>\n

*
\nCel ce e treaz \u00een cuget nu viseaz\u0103,
\n \u00cen lumea noastr\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nici un rost<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Ce este-aceast\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 vlag\u0103
\n Dec\u00e2t nisip \u00een care aur nu-i?<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

\u00cemi \u0163es ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul care nu mai piere
\n \u015ei st\u0103 la r\u00e2nd, s\u0103 fie uns cu mir <\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Iubirea mea de lini\u015fte profund\u0103
\n Mai crede totul \u015fi \u00eendur\u0103 tot<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Un \u015farpe magic s-a-n\u0103l\u0163at din mine,
\n Ofranda serii f\u0103r\u0103 de sf\u00e2r\u015fit!<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Acum c\u00e2nd via\u0163a mi-a trecut prin fa\u0163\u0103,
\n Mai pot spera s\u0103 dob\u00e2ndesc un trup?<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Debil m\u0103 lupt cu orice adiere,
\n Dar m\u0103 mai cred st\u0103p\u00e2n pe univers<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Sparg geamul cu\u0219tii, cu mi\u015fc\u0103ri decise
\n \u015ei sorb r\u0103coarea m\u0103rilor, t\u0103cut<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

O clip\u0103 doar \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103ruie iubirea;
\n Eternit\u0103\u0163i \u00een spa\u0163ii o ascund<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

S\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a serii \u00een nisip se-nfige
\n \u015ei mierla-\u015fi vars\u0103 patima din plisc<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een mine creaturi sordide
\n Sub un ve\u015fm\u00e2nt ce l-am crezut sfin\u0163it<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Credin\u0163\u0103 de-a\u015f avea, adev\u0103rat\u0103,
\n N-ar trebui \u00een zborul meu s\u0103 cred<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Vigoarea zilei \u00een cutremur pleac\u0103.
\n Un rege nu-s. Sunt doar m\u0103runt curtean<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd prin iubire-am p\u0103r\u0103sit gr\u0103dina,
\n Tot prin iubire o voi reg\u0103si<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

\u015ei pe\u015ftele luminii \u00ee\u015fi sticle\u015fte
\n Eternitatea-n lacul f\u0103r\u0103 fund<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

R\u0103scoala clipei timpul ritmic bate
\n P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een miezul orelor t\u00e2rzii<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

\u00censingurarea moale-a \u00eenser\u0103rii
\n A\u015fterne pled de duhuri \u015fi t\u0103ceri<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

\u00cenfl\u0103m\u00e2nzind n\u0103dejdea ce zide\u015fte,
\n A\u015ftept s-ajung un fluture pl\u0103p\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Ce am \u015foptit cu patim\u0103 odat\u0103
\n Va clocoti n\u0103valnic p\u00e2n\u0103-n cer<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Fac umbr\u0103 grea \u0163\u0103r\u00e2nelor, prelung\u0103,
\n Zidind \u00een trupul meu z\u0103d\u0103rnicii<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

\u00cemi recunosc o singur\u0103 izb\u00e2nd\u0103:
\n S\u0103 scot din verb un nobil diamant<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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