{"id":18773,"date":"2022-08-02T23:00:10","date_gmt":"2022-08-02T20:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18773"},"modified":"2022-08-02T23:08:51","modified_gmt":"2022-08-02T20:08:51","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-33-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18773","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 33 (9)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Vasile GHICA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

La balamuc, birjar!…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eRuga\u0163i-v\u0103 s\u0103 nu v\u0103 creasc\u0103 aripi!\u201d. (O.Paler)
\nPentru c\u0103 sunt teribil de incomode la t\u00e2r\u00e2re.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eE de neconceput ca un francez s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la v\u00e2rsta de mijloc, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 aib\u0103 sifilis \u015fi Crucea Legiunii de Onoare\u201d. (Andr\u00e9 Gide)
\n\u00cen definitiv \u015fi sifilisul e tot cu ni\u015fte cruci… dar \u00een s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eOmul e un c\u00e2ine, chiar dac\u0103 nu latr\u0103\u201d. ( M. Dinescu)
\nNu latr\u0103, dar bomb\u0103ne pe toate lungimile de und\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eE bine s\u0103 fii cu pro\u015ftii, c\u0103 ai majoritatea de partea ta\u201d. (I.B\u0103ie\u015fu)
\nA\u015fa e! Mama ei de democra\u0163ie original\u0103!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

L. Tolstoi c\u0103tre A.Cehov: \u201ePiesele lui Shakespeare sunt proaste, dar ale d-tale sunt \u015fi mai proaste!\u201d.
\nCe \u0163i-e \u015fi cu gusturile genialilor!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201ePoetul este un animal marin care tr\u0103ie\u015fte pe uscat \u015fi viseaz\u0103 s\u0103 zboare\u201d. (N. St\u0103nescu)
\nDoamne, ce vie\u0163uitoare \u00eemb\u00e2rligat\u0103!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eEu fac epigrame, cum face g\u0103ina ou\u0103\u201d. ( P\u0103storel Teodoreanu)
\nNu e r\u0103u, dar unii mai mult cotcod\u0103cesc.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eLiteratura – singura meserie care nu se pl\u0103te\u015fte\u201d. ( F\u0103nu\u015f Neagu)
\nS\u0103 nu exager\u0103m! C\u00e2nd o ia pe centur\u0103, mai cap\u0103t\u0103 ceva… firfirici.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eMoartea este o treab\u0103 foarte plicticoas\u0103 \u015fi searb\u0103d\u0103. Sfatul meu e s\u0103 nu ai de-a face cu ea\u201d. (Somerset Mougham)
\nA\u015fa voi face, maestre! Dar parc\u0103 v\u0103d c\u0103 nu voi sc\u0103pa de h\u0103r\u0163uielile ei.<\/p>\n


\nC\u0103r\u0163i prezentate de Mitu S\u0103lcianu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rebeliunea din cafenea, o diversiune am\u00e2nat\u0103<\/strong>
\n\u200b
\n\u200bDiavolul din Diavoli de cafenea de Nicolae Teoharie nu face sinonimie cu Necuratul cel de toate zilele, ci, mai degrab\u0103, s\u0103 fie luat \u00een accep\u0163ia pe care i-o d\u0103 Ion Creang\u0103 lui Nic\u0103 al lui \u015etefan a Petrei. Numai c\u0103 domeniile lor de aplicabilitate sunt diferite: copil\u0103ria, cu n\u0103zb\u00e2tiile ei, la Ion Creang\u0103, poezia, cu tent\u0103 bacovian\u0103, la Nicolae Teoharie.
\n\u200bDe la omul-rebel, poetul, la diavolul de cafenea nu e nici o distan\u0163\u0103, ci doar o doz\u0103 important\u0103 de nimic, care-i apropie \u015fi mai mult \u00een aceast\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mplare a c\u0103l\u0103toriei pentru prospectarea de\u015fert\u0103ciunii. \u015ei astfel devine entitate: \u201e\u00cen vinuri joase \u00eemi petrec oriundele\u201d, \u201e\u00eentr-o lini\u015fte f\u0103r\u0103 gre\u015feal\u0103\u201d, cel \u201ecu umbra gre\u015fit\u0103\u201d, care-\u015fi leag\u0103 inima de glezn\u0103 pentru c\u0103 \u201eb\u0103tea at\u00e2t de tare\u201d. Dar \u015fi cu viziunea unei recicl\u0103ri: \u201ec\u0103 dintr-un fals \u00eendemn\/ ai pus \u00een ma\u015fina de sp\u0103lat\/ \u015fosetele, b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163ea \u015fi c\u0103lu\u0163ul de lemn.\u201d
\n\u200bCafeneaua se afl\u0103 \u00eentr-un spa\u0163iu neprecizat anume, cu anotimpul inclus, prielnic poeziei, unde \u201e… Cuvintele de r\u00e2nd sunt triste\u201d, loc de \u00eent\u00e2lnire unde \u201e\u00cen zugr\u0103veli de m\u00e2ini ne\u00een\u0163elese\/ ei au v\u0103zut nimicul oprit \u00een dantele\u201d \u015fi unde diavolul de cafenea vine \u201e\u015fi dup\u0103 o s\u0103rutare de asasin,\/ \u00ee\u015fi scuip\u0103 umbra \u00eentr-un crin.\u201d Loc unde: \u201eOh, c\u00e2te fiin\u0163e locuiesc \u00een privitul \u00een gol!\/ Uite una! Uite-o printre trec\u0103tori!\/ E cea cu gulerul tras peste ninsori.\u201d Sau unde \u201esingur\u0103tatea atinge cel mai mare rating pe ploaie.\u201d Unde vezi poezia \u00een diferite ipostaze, precum: \u201eAvea m\u00e2inile prelungi, frumoase\/ de parc\u0103 te-ai fi a\u015fteptat s\u0103-\u0163i fie frig.\u201d
\n\u200bCafeneaua este locul unde Nicolae Teoharie se \u00eent\u00e2lne\u015fte, adev\u0103rat, cu poezia \u015fi unde se dovede\u015fte c\u0103 poetul este crescut cu bun sim\u0163 fa\u0163\u0103 de noi \u015fi fa\u0163\u0103 de crea\u0163ie: \u201eIerta\u0163i-m\u0103 c\u0103-mi beau singur\u0103tatea direct din pumni.\u201d
\n\u200b
\n
\nLa umbra salc\u00e2mului \u00eenflorit<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u200b\u00cen prim\u0103vara anului trecut, revista HELIS din Slobozia de Ialomi\u0163a a \u00eemplinit zece ani de apari\u0163ie. Prilej de s\u0103rb\u0103toare, prilej de bucurie pentru fapt\u0103 implinit\u0103 frumos! Prilej pentru scriitorul Titi Damian de a-i aduna, pe to\u0163i cei care au trudit cu drag la \u00eentocmirea revistei Helis, sub aceea\u015fi zodie. A numit-o Zodia HELIS. Nici nu se putea o numire mai potrivit\u0103, pentru c\u0103 au d\u0103inuit at\u00e2ta timp \u00een pace, ei, ialomi\u0163eni ai c\u00e2mpiei iubitori \u015fi cu chemare de literatur\u0103, iubitori \u015fi d\u0103rui\u0163i istoriei culturale a acestor meleaguri. \u015ei a f\u0103cut s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple aceast\u0103 carte, Scriitori din Zodia HELIS, de peste 340 de pagini, prozatorul Titi Damian, buzoian la origine, dar adoptat de p\u0103m\u00e2nturile Ialomi\u0163ei, fie c\u0103 s-au numit Munteni-Buz\u0103u, fie Jilavele, fie Urziceni \u015fi unde a dat rod fie ca profesor de limba \u015fi literatura rom\u00e2n\u0103, fie ca prozator.
\n\u200b\u00cen Nota autorului se men\u0163ioneaz\u0103: Cartea aceasta poate fi numit\u0103 doar conven\u0163ional \u201eantologie\u201d, \u00eentrunind numai \u00een parte caracteristicile genului. Nu are preten\u0163ia s\u0103 fie o antologie a scriitorilor ialomi\u0163eni, de\u015fi sunt majoritari, dar \u00een ea vom g\u0103si autori de genuri \u015fi specii diferite, de v\u00e2rste \u015fi preocup\u0103ri diferite, dar \u015fi din alte spa\u0163ii geografice \u015fi culturale, elementul fundamental unificator fiind spiritul revistei HELIS (…) Este spiritul preluat, prin redactorul-\u015fef Gheorghe Dobre (dar \u015fi de al\u0163ii care l-au urmat) de la cenaclul urzicenean \u201eDor f\u0103r\u0103 sa\u0163iu\u201d. \u00cen felul acesta, se poate sublima faptul c\u0103, \u00een ciuda vremurilor care s-au schimbat, spiritul cenaclului a r\u0103mas viu, remarcabil\u0103 fiind continuitatea, apoi comunitatea de spirit, ceea ce-\u015fi propune s\u0103 eviden\u0163ieze \u015fi cartea de fa\u0163\u0103…
\n\u200bScriitori din Zodia HELIS constituie, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103, un document complex al Culturii C\u00e2mpiei Rom\u00e2ne.<\/p>\n


\nSimion DIMA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Crochiu de Simona-Grazia Dima<\/strong><\/p>\n


\n[NER\u0102SPL\u0102TIT\u0102 D\u0102RUIRE]<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu e\u015fti
\nculmea mea r\u00e2vnit\u0103,
\nlucind \u00eenz\u0103pezit\u0103-n
\nsoare,
\nsabia de foc care
\nnu iart\u0103,
\ncauter incandescent
\n\u00eenv\u00e2rtit energic \u00een viscere bolnave
\nsau, cobor\u00e2t\u0103 \u00een pragul
\ncasei,
\ncald\u0103 prezen\u0163\u0103
\nde lapte \u015fi catifea,
\nner\u0103spl\u0103tit\u0103 d\u0103ruire
\n\u00eentr-o mie de
\nomene\u015fti m\u0103runturi
\nnecesare.
\nInim\u0103 neobosit\u0103,
\ncon\u015ftiin\u0163\u0103 a con\u015ftiin\u0163elor,
\nflac\u0103ra c\u0103minului,
\nmai tare dec\u00e2t \u00eenfr\u00e2ngerea,
\nn\u0103zuind spre \u00eempliniri viitoare.
\nTu, care le \u015ftii face
\nbine \u015fi frumos
\npe toate,
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd peste lume
\no und\u0103 parfumat\u0103,
\naureola sufletului
\naspru \u015fi bun.
\nEu scriu acum \u015fi
\nobosit\u0103 dormi,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 odihn\u0103 dormi,
\nvis\u00e2nd v\u00e2rtejuri
\n\u015fi iar\u0103\u015fi urm\u0103rit\u0103
\nde spectrele zilei
\n\u015fi-ale nop\u0163ii de
\nsmoal\u0103 a lumii.
\nDormi \u2013
\ncu un ochi deschis,
\nsemn al grijii
\nprelungite,
\nveghind
\ncopil\u0103ria care
\nr\u00e2de prin somn
\n\u015fi-\u015fi descoper\u0103
\nmembrele roze.
\nCon\u015ftiin\u0163a ta \u00eens\u0103
\nst\u0103ruie treaz\u0103
\n\u2013 cum st\u0103ruie \u015fi-n
\nmine \u2013
\ntotul s\u0103 fie bine,
\ntotul curat \u015fi alb,
\nfrumosul alb al sufletului t\u0103u \u2013
\n\u015fi mirosind a
\nproasp\u0103t c\u0103lcat,
\nmirosind a uman\u0103 dragoste,
\na munc\u0103 \u015fi, mai ales, a suflet,
\ncare \u2013 pentru c\u0103 e
\nnobil \u2013 se d\u0103ruie.<\/p>\n

(6\/7 XII 1964)<\/p>\n

[OCHI DE \u00ceNTUNERIC]<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ninge, iar ninge.
\nSufletul t\u00e2nje\u015fte-n
\npustietatea alb\u0103.
\nDe miraje n\u0103ucit \u015fi de spaime,
\nam vrut atunci s\u0103 tai p\u00e2rtie,
\ns-ajung la tine grabnic.
\n\u015eapte zile \u015fi \u015fapte nop\u0163i am scos
\n\u015fi-am tot scos z\u0103pada af\u00e2nat\u0103,
\n\u015fi-am asudat \u00een viscol,
\np\u00e2ndit de somn ca de-o siren\u0103 iernatic\u0103,
\n\u015fi-am, iar\u0103\u015fi, scuipat \u00een palme-ndelung,
\nvoinice\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Dar, vai, nic\u0103ieri
\nnu se mai afl\u0103 drum.
\nNu mai e dec\u00e2t un
\nochi de \u00eentuneric,
\nacoperit de grea,
\nimaculat\u0103 nea,
\nperfid ca o crevas\u0103.<\/p>\n

(anii \u201960)<\/p>\n

REMEDIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

E\u015fti trist?
\nZiua nu \u0163i-a oferit un sur\u00e2s,
\nn-ai str\u00e2ns m\u0103car o m\u00e2n\u0103
\nde prieten.
\nZ\u0103branic cerne ora.
\n\u015ei p\u00e2nza neagr\u0103 cre\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Dar tu e\u015fti om \u015fi
\nsf\u00e2\u015fii neagra ar\u0103tare,
\nboare ori susur otr\u0103vit.
\n\u015ei, dac\u0103 \u015ftii c\u0103uta,
\ndac\u0103 prive\u015fti \u00een ad\u00e2nc,
\ndai de firul de ap\u0103
\nne\u015ftiut.<\/p>\n

G\u00e2lg\u00e2ie \u00een\u0103bu\u015fit\u0103,
\nSt\u0103 s\u0103 se-nal\u0163e.<\/p>\n

F\u0103-o s\u0103 urce,
\ncascad\u0103,
\ns\u0103 \u0163\u00e2\u015fneasc\u0103
\nspre soare.<\/p>\n

(anii \u201960)<\/p>\n

LA CEAS DE SEAR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ore de sear\u0103, risipite,
\noblojind ulcera\u0163iile
\numilin\u0163ei, toate remu\u015fc\u0103rile
\nrevin. Eu, zorii \u2013 dormind \u2013
\ni-am pierdut. \u015ei dup\u0103.
\nRisip\u0103, risip\u0103, risip\u0103.
\nOrele bune,
\nore de tain\u0103
\n\u015fi de trezie,
\nale tinere\u0163ii
\nzile de putere,
\norele vie\u0163ii, str\u0103lucitoare,
\ncare nu mai vin.
\n\u00cen triste\u0163i negre,
\n\u00een tulburi disper\u0103ri,
\n\u00eenmorm\u00e2ntate.
\nDin ne\u015ftiin\u0163\u0103,
\nsl\u0103biciune? Poate.
\nCu litanii am murit zilnic,
\ncu ochii \u00een gol a\u0163inti\u0163i.
\nNu mai am dec\u00e2t luciditatea de a
\nprivi \u00een urm\u0103.
\nE ceva.
\nMinus t\u0103ria de a scruta
\nz\u0103rile ce vin.<\/p>\n

(anii \u201960)<\/p>\n

UNDELE<\/strong>
\n
\n<\/strong>mii \u00een juru-mi
\nse intersecteaz\u0103
\nse caut\u0103
\nse \u00eentrep\u0103trund
\nse interfereaz\u0103;
\npe niciuna n-o pot capta
\nniciuna n-ajunge
\nla receptorii mei,
\ncare, ei, senzori rudimentari,
\nnu pot fi pu\u015fi
\npe recep\u0163ie
\n\u2013 vai, nu suntem pe aceea\u015fi
\nlungime de und\u0103! \u2013
\n\u015fi-astfel,
\ntoate undele
\nse re\u00eentorc
\ndefinitiv,
\nireversibil,
\n\u00eenvinse,
\nundeva
\n\u00een marele univers.
\nPoate, cine \u015ftie,
\npeste dou\u0103 milioane de ani-lumin\u0103…<\/p>\n

(Luni, 3 august 1987)<\/p>\n

SCRISOARE \u00ceNT\u00c2RZIAT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noi ne-am dus,
\nnoi am gustat
\ngustul cerului
\n\u015fi am cules
\nverdele ierbii
\n\u015fi r\u0103coarea izvoarelor,<\/p>\n

\u00eentre mare \u015fi nori,
\n\u00eentre livezi \u015fi
\np\u0103duri colindam,
\nuit\u00e2nd de datorii
\n\u015fi de neurastenica cenu\u015f\u0103.<\/p>\n

Din dragostea ta,
\nacas\u0103 \u00eenfloreau
\nflorile
\n\u015fi c\u00e2ntau culorile
\nal c\u0103ror z\u00e2mbet
\n\u00eel ocole\u015fti.<\/p>\n

(10 X 1965)<\/p>\n

Ion RO\u015eIORU
\n\"\"

Diminea\u0163a grea de noime<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen zori m-ajunge oboseala ca pe oricare noctambul:
\nPe marea lui \u00eenvolburat\u0103 Ulysse-a r\u0103t\u0103cit destul!<\/p>\n

Pe Cultural ascult o pies\u0103 de teatru lung la
\nmicrofon:
\nChateaubriand anticipeaz\u0103 c\u0103derea Casei de
\nBourbon!<\/p>\n

La ora opt mi se n\u0103zare c-aud prin step\u0103 zvon de
\ncai:
\nR\u0103ze\u015ful moldovean r\u0103pe\u015fte-o cad\u00e2n\u0103 din
\nBahcisarai!<\/p>\n

Astfel, nesomnul meu haotic m-a aruncat din rol \u00een rol
\nCa-n diminea\u0163a grea de noime s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc de tine gol!<\/p>\n


\nDe-\u0163i bate-n geam ora\u015ful<\/strong><\/p>\n

De-\u0163i bate-n geam ora\u015ful z\u00e2mbind auroral,
\nDeschide-i c\u0103ci \u0163i-aduce un nou poem astral!<\/p>\n

De-\u0163i bate-n geam ora\u015ful cu pesc\u0103ru\u015fi \u00een zbor,
\nDeschide-i c\u0103ci \u0163i-aduce un nou poem de dor!<\/p>\n

De-\u0163i bate-n geam ora\u015ful cu degete de crin,
\nDeschide-i c\u0103ci \u0163i-aduce un nou poem divin!<\/p>\n

De-\u0163i bate-n geam ora\u015ful cu primul curcubeu,
\nDeschide-i c\u0103ci \u0163i-aduce un nou poem ce-s eu!<\/p>\n


\nLa geamul meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

La geamul meu dinspre livad\u0103 s-a stins mireasma de
\ngutui:
\nO s\u0103-l deschid ca-n gura mare s\u0103-mi strig iubirea care
\nnu-i!<\/p>\n

La geamul meu dinspre p\u0103dure s-a stins c\u0103rarea sub
\nom\u0103t:
\nO s\u0103-l deschid ca-n gura mare s\u0103-mi chem iubirea
\n\u00eend\u0103r\u0103t!<\/p>\n

La geamul meu dinspre poveste s-au stins luminile din
\nceas:
\nO s\u0103-l deschid ca-n gura mare s\u0103-i spun iubirii bun
\nr\u0103mas!<\/p>\n

La geamul meu dinspre niciunde s-a stins ce mai era de
\nstins:
\nO s\u0103-l deschid ca-n gura mare s\u0103-i strig iubirii c\u0103
\nm-a-nvins!<\/p>\n


\nLa ceas de purpur\u0103 t\u00e2rziu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu sunt de nic\u0103ieri, iubire, \u015fi doar exilu-i rostul meu:
\nScriind ascuns prin cimitire, sf\u00e2r\u015fitul mi-l ratez mereu!<\/p>\n

Eu sunt de nic\u0103ieri, iubire, \u015fi caut drumul cel mai lung:
\nFiind \u015fi moarte-n \u00eemplinire, evit prea repede s-ajung!<\/p>\n

Eu sunt de nic\u0103ieri, iubire, \u015fi-s \u00eenh\u0103itat cu piaza-rea:
\n\u00cent\u00e2rziind \u00een am\u0103gire, te lecuiesc de soarta mea!<\/p>\n

Eu sunt de nic\u0103ieri, iubire, \u015fi-a\u015f vrea s\u0103 nu-ncetez s\u0103 fiu
\nScanat de tine-n amintire la ceas de purpur\u0103 t\u00e2rziu!<\/p>\n


\nIubirea meu se \u00eente\u0163e\u015fte<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u0103zboiul s-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u015fi sor\u0163ii izb\u00e2nzii nu s-au mai decis:
\nCetatea mea e pe o st\u00e2nc\u0103, ora\u015ful t\u0103u e-n c\u00e2mp deschis!<\/p>\n

R\u0103zboiul s-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u015fi seara nu iese nimeni la raport:
\nFregata mea e-n largul m\u0103rii, barcazul t\u0103u e \u00eentr-un port!<\/p>\n

R\u0103zboiul s-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u015fi fo\u015ftii solda\u0163i \u00een cr\u00e2\u015fme s-au retras:
\nSperan\u0163a mea-i la ani-lumin\u0103, n\u0103dejdea ta e la un pas!<\/p>\n

R\u0103zboiul s-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u015fi pacea e una care n-a mai fost:
\nIubirea mea se \u00eente\u0163e\u015fte, destinul t\u0103u \u00ee\u015fi intr\u0103-n rost!<\/p>\n


\nO zi c\u00e2t \u015fapte ani-lumin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

O zi c\u00e2t \u015fapte ani-lumin\u0103 din via\u0163a mea te-ai dislocat:
\nE\u015fti o mireasm\u0103 de sulfin\u0103, sunt un nevrednic exilat!<\/p>\n

O zi c\u00e2t \u015fapte ani-lumin\u0103 pe alt ecran te-ai str\u0103mutat:
\nE\u015fti o-nserare levantin\u0103, sunt un amurg \u00eentemni\u0163at!<\/p>\n

O zi c\u00e2t \u015fapte ani-lumin\u0103 pe alte z\u0103ri te-ai preumblat:
\nE\u015fti o nestins\u0103 cavatin\u0103, sunt un av\u00e2nt din cer picat!<\/p>\n

O zi c\u00e2t \u015fapte ani-lumin\u0103 te-am a\u015fteptat \u00eenfrigurat:
\nE\u015fti o perpetu\u0103 ondin\u0103, sunt un ad\u00e2nc de dor secat!<\/p>\n


\nIubirea mea a scris o carte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubirea mea a scris o carte cu care evadeaz\u0103 din
\nBanalitatea existen\u0163ei nefastuoase \u015fi din spleen!<\/p>\n

Iubirea mea a scris o carte care-o teleporteaz\u0103 prin
\nT\u00e2rgovi\u015fte, Pite\u015fti, Craiova, Br\u0103ila, Turnul Severin!<\/p>\n

Iubirea mea a scris o carte cu mare miz\u0103 \u00een destin
\n\u015ei care-o s\u0103-i prilejuiasc\u0103 un str\u0103lucit sejur alpin!<\/p>\n

Iubirea mea a scris o carte-noroc \u015fi ad\u0103post deplin
\nPe Terra \u015fi pe Stella Canis spre care va pleca pu\u0163in!<\/p>\n


\nLumina rugului din noi<\/strong><\/p>\n

O dat\u0103. Dou\u0103zeci \u015fi unu. A treia. C\u00e2te vor mai fi
\nLa fel de roze cum tustrele \u015fi nici m\u0103car vreuna gri?<\/p>\n

O dat\u0103 cum o alta nu e mai poleit\u0103 cu noroc
\nChiar dac\u0103 \u00een aceast\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 nu ne vom mai vedea deloc!<\/p>\n

O dat\u0103 de la care-ncoace at\u00e2ta dor s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t ne-adulmec\u0103 totemic zefirul lui \u00eenmiresmat!<\/p>\n

O dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00een cifra unu se buluce\u015fte cifra doi
\nCa-ntr-un poem \u00een care pl\u00e2nge lumina rugului din noi!<\/p>\n


\nBlestemu-i mai rapid ca luntrea<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen cuibul dragostei persist\u0103 mireasma dulce de pelin:
\nDe ce \u00eent\u00e2rzie Frusina? De ce a\u015fteapt\u0103 Constantin?<\/p>\n

Albastre fl\u0103c\u0103ri reci se isc\u0103 sub mult prea rusticul
\nc\u0103min:
\nDe ce \u00eent\u00e2rzie Frusina? De ce a\u015fteapt\u0103 Constantin?<\/p>\n

Trei tigve goale stau de paz\u0103 pe un ulcior de galbeni
\nplin:
\nDe ce \u00eent\u00e2rzie Frusina? De ce a\u015fteapt\u0103 Constantin?<\/p>\n

Blestemu-i mai rapid ca luntrea ce i-ar fi scos pe \u0163\u0103rm
\nstr\u0103in:
\nDe ce \u00eent\u00e2rzie Frusina? De ce a\u015fteapt\u0103 Constantin?<\/p>\n


\nPlou\u0103 rece<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 rece. Unde-i oare ploaia noastr\u0103 de-ast\u0103 var\u0103?
\nFericita-i amintire va \u00eencepe s\u0103 ne doar\u0103!<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 rece. Unde-i oare ploaia noastr\u0103 de-ast\u0103 var\u0103?
\nBucuria nu mai face curcubeul s\u0103 apar\u0103!<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 rece. Unde-i oare ploaia noastr\u0103 de-ast\u0103 var\u0103?
\nS\u0103 ne poleiasc\u0103 visul luna nu se mai coboar\u0103!<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 rece. Unde-i oare ploaia noastr\u0103 de-ast\u0103 var\u0103?
\nSoarta preget\u0103 iubirii socoteal\u0103 s\u0103-i mai cear\u0103!<\/p>\n

(Din volumul \u00een preg\u0103tire M\u00e2inele meu \u00eencepe azi)<\/p>\n


\nNicolai T\u0102ICU\u0162U<\/strong>
\n\"\"


\naustru<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een diminea\u0163a aceasta de prim\u0103var\u0103
\nsalc\u00e2mii despuia\u0163i alearg\u0103 ordonat
\n(tineri acoperi\u0163i doar de coaja sub\u0163ire)<\/p>\n

ca la ora de educa\u0163ie fizic\u0103 alearg\u0103
\n\u00een spa\u0163iile delimitate de profesorul
\nde agricultur\u0103 (or\u0103 primit\u0103
\n\u00een completarea catedrei )<\/p>\n

unul dintre spa\u0163ii este \u00eenl\u0103untrul meu
\n\u015fi prin el trec salc\u00e2mii, ca pe la ei
\npe-acas\u0103, r\u0103nindu-m\u0103 din iubire
\ncu ghimpii lor ascu\u0163i\u0163i acum
\nde criv\u0103\u0163ul iernii<\/p>\n


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

trebuie
\ns\u0103 ajung cu m\u0103nunchiul de busuioc
\n\u00eenaintea celorlal\u0163i la izvoare
\nacolo unde planta\u0163ia de salc\u00e2mi
\n\u00ee\u015fi are \u00eenfipt v\u00e2rful suli\u0163ei de-argint<\/p>\n

unde o dat\u0103 pe an
\n\u00eentr-o zi de prim\u0103var\u0103 anume
\noamenii satului vin s\u0103-\u015fi dea pe fa\u0163\u0103
\ncu apa sfin\u0163it\u0103 de mine \u2013
\npoet sau preot
\ncum vre\u0163i s\u0103 m\u0103 numi\u0163i
\nc\u0103 tot una e pentru cel ce
\nritual de-nceput face<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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