{"id":18958,"date":"2022-08-23T19:31:59","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T16:31:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18958"},"modified":"2022-08-23T19:31:59","modified_gmt":"2022-08-23T16:31:59","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-32-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18958","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 32 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

LA ANIVERSAR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Calistrat COSTIN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ca \u015fi cum<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca \u015fi cum nimic nu s-ar fi petrecut \u00een istorie
\n(\u015fti\u0163i care \u201eistorie\u201d) \u2013 istoria at\u00e2t de bogat\u0103
\n \u00een \u201epetreceri\u201d \u015fi \u201epetrecanii\u201d,
\n\u00een mintea mea mai aveam de tr\u0103it un alt soi de
\n mileniu,
\nera ca \u015fi cum nimicul din noi se-ntrupase-n
\n ceva, alt \u201eceva\u201d
\ndec\u00e2t tot ce fusese p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci memorabil…
\nB\u00e2ntuia o team\u0103 de vorbe, de \u015foapte, de doruri,
\nde dragoste, de singur\u0103tate, de toate cele ce duc
\nnic\u0103ieri ori alt \u201eundeva\u201d!
\nPesemne unii dintre p\u0103m\u00e2ntenii sapien\u0163i
\nvor fi rumegat prea multe gr\u0103un\u0163e \u00een de\u015fert
\ndespre via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi moarte, despre noi, despre EL,
\n\u015fi-acum nimeni nu mai recunoa\u015fte, nici st\u0103 s\u0103 asculte…
\nProfe\u0163ii, eroii, st\u0103p\u00e2nii, robii, ispr\u0103vi\u0163ii,
\nneispr\u0103vi\u0163ii, moralii, n\u0103r\u0103vi\u0163ii, ce mai, creaturile
\nneantului, oamenii, la gr\u0103mad\u0103, par, unii, a fi
\nburuieni, nu neap\u0103rat otr\u0103vitoare,
\nde \u0163inut la p\u0103strare \u00een muzeul lui \u201emai t\u00e2rziu\u201d
\nori de pus pe morminte, la nun\u0163i, la botezuri \u00een chip de flori s\u0103 miroase a ve\u015fnicie,
\niar ceilal\u0163i, turma, mul\u0163imea mare, anonimii
\nvin ca s\u0103 \u00eentrupeze vasul de lut
\ncu apa ce-l umple, mereu primenit\u0103 proasp\u0103t
\npe-o mas\u0103 ori alta, pe-un dric ori altul,
\nca \u015fi cum nimic nu s-ar \u00eent\u00e2mpla!<\/p>\n


\nStamp\u0103 americ\u0103neasc\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plou\u0103, camioanele ard (de ner\u0103bdare!),
\nreintr\u0103 \u00een garaje, fum s\u0103-l tai cu pumnalul,
\nc\u00e2inele alb, dus de lan\u0163 de-un negru mai mult ca perfect,
\na sc\u0103pat \u015fi se scald\u0103-ntr-o balt\u0103 de plumb topit…
\nSalvarea trece-n goan\u0103 mare pe maidanul istoriei,
\nfemeia nimerit\u0103 pe-acolo (chestie de regie)
\npiere-n fl\u0103c\u0103ri albastre,
\nnici o problem\u0103, cimitirul e la doi pa\u015fi de furnic\u0103,
\nprocesiunea nu va dura foarte mult (a\u015fa-i la unii credincio\u015fi…)
\n\u015fi ce frumoas\u0103 era blonda!
\nPlou\u0103, tot plou\u0103, tainele r\u0103m\u00e2n taine,
\n\u00eentr-un spital a mai sf\u00e2r\u015fit-o unul, putea fi salvat,
\nn-a vrut, \u015ftia, \u015ftia ceva (a\u015fa scrie-n scenariu…).
\nLa o r\u0103scruce s-au ciocnit un
\nbiciclist cu dou\u0103 bicicliste,
\ns-a ieftinit la culme via\u0163a,
\nscad cursurile la b\u0103ncile milei,
\nprocesul s-a prescris \u00een lipsa celor trei defunc\u0163i…
\nSe-nchid umbrelele, ploaia a stat, e frig, v\u00e2lv\u0103taie,
\n\u015fi camioanele nu mai ard, ninge.<\/p>\n


\n\u00cemp\u0103care fireasc\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pare c-am atins dorita \u00eemp\u0103care cu neantul
\n (fiin\u0163a, nefiin\u0163a…),
\nam dat la pace cu \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na, cu stelele,
\ncu pustiul care se-ntinde, se tot \u00eentinde
\nspre marginile f\u0103r\u0103 de margini ale lumii
\nv\u0103zutelor \u015fi nev\u0103zutelor
\n (\u201elumea\u201d, cea de toate zilele noastre,
\n nu se \u015ftie a cui e…),
\nm\u0103 socot oarecum \u00eenc\u00e2ntat (fericit ar fi prea mult spus)
\nc\u0103 am conciliat definitiv cu mine \u00eensumi!
\nDesigur, mai am de reglat unele conturi
\nba cu via\u0163a care-a fost, ba cu aia care e
\nori cu cea care va s\u0103 vin\u0103,
\ndar \u00eendeosebi am o seam\u0103 de ne\u00een\u0163elegeri
\n\u015fi ne\u00een\u0163elesuri cu dumneaei moartea
\ndespre care am aflat unele lucruri nelini\u015ftitoare,
\n\u00eens\u0103 nu \u00eentr-at\u00e2t de \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103toare
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103-mi tulbure starea inefabil\u0103 de echilibru,
\n\u00eemp\u0103carea fireasc\u0103, deplin\u0103, disperat\u0103 cu mine \u00eensumi…<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen semn de protest<\/strong><\/p>\n

A explodat \u00een plin concert o vioar\u0103,
\nor fi trebuit pesemne o serie de c\u00e2ntece
\nf\u0103cute \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri la carnavalul lumii agoniz\u00e2nd sub vremi.
\nVa veni, de bun\u0103 seam\u0103, un timp c\u00e2nd zdren\u0163ele acestea
\ns-or aduna la masa verde \u015fi c\u00e2nd
\n din mor\u0163i va \u00eenvia vioara,
\nasemenea violoni\u015ftii, \u015fi ei, s-or trezi din pulbere
\ns\u0103-i zic\u0103 iar\u0103\u015fi pe strunele vii
\nde alea din b\u0103tr\u00e2ni…
\nDeocamdat\u0103 se-a\u015fteapt\u0103 un vifor, vifor alb de muguri
\nd\u0103t\u0103tori \u00een floare n\u0103sc\u0103toare, viscol de aprilie
\nc\u00e2nd violina va s\u00e2ngera lumin\u0103.
\nSurcelele toate-au fost puse pe foc (se f\u0103cuse frig \u00een istorie),
\nr\u00e2vnitul concert celest n-a mai avut loc
\n(evident, \u00een semn de protest \u015fi ne\u015ftears\u0103 memorie…).<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen derizoriu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ast\u0103 sear\u0103 ne vom vinde la pre\u0163uri derizorii
\n(la \u201emare pre\u0163\u201d n-am fost niciodat\u0103…
\nsau… doar de c\u00e2teva ori),
\nda, ne vom vinde spre a gusta epuizarea sf\u00e2nt\u0103 a p\u0103timirii noastre,
\nvom r\u00e2de, vom hohoti, ne vom \u00eemb\u0103ta
\nnu at\u00e2t de alcool, c\u00e2t de o m\u00e2n\u0103 de iluzii,
\ns\u0103 fie v\u00e2nzarea v\u00e2nzare ca lumea…
\n\u015ei \u00een mocirl\u0103 bine n\u0103cl\u0103i\u0163i
\nne vom scoate r\u0103nile la vedere
\n(c\u0103 ne-am ascuns destul!)
\nni le vom \u00eencinge \u00een bandaje albe
\ns\u0103 ias\u0103 c\u00e2t mai la iveal\u0103 s\u00e2ngele, vinovatul, s\u0103 se \u015ftie
\nc-am fost \u015fi noi c\u00e2ndva fiin\u0163e,
\nfiin\u0163e vii \u00een carne \u015fi oase,
\nm\u0103\u015ftile ni le vom preface-n scrum
\ns\u0103tui de adev\u0103ratul nostru chip,
\nvom arde \u015fi vom visa pe altare ideale, da,
\n\u00een ast\u0103 sear\u0103 ne vom vinde
\nla pre\u0163uri derizorii!
\nDespre semenii no\u015ftri, fra\u0163ii, numai de bine
\nca distrac\u0163ia s\u0103 fie deplin\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nContra timpului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai am de str\u0103b\u0103tut ve\u015fnicia \u2013 o nimica toat\u0103, un fleac \u2013
\ntrebuie s\u0103 rezist oric\u00e2t ar fi drumeagul de str\u00e2mt, ocolit, g\u00e2tuit,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 loc de refugiu, printre b\u0103l\u0163i, pr\u0103p\u0103stii,
\n st\u00e2rvuri, mai mare grea\u0163a,
\nde-ntors n-am unde \u00eentoarce \u2013 \u201esens unic\u201d \u2013
\ns-o iau \u00eenapoi n-are nici un rost, sinucidere curat\u0103 (necurat\u0103…),
\nplus c\u0103-n urm\u0103 n-am l\u0103sat pe nimeni, unii mi-au p\u00e2ndit
\n(dup\u0103 ce mi-au dirijat-o aten\u0163i…)
\nplecarea spre nic\u0103ieri,
\nm-au \u00eempins, m-au \u00eemboldit
\n(\u201edu-te, s\u0103 vezi \u015fi tu cum e c\u00e2nd nu e!\u201d)
\nda, da, da,
\nmai am de str\u0103b\u0103tut ve\u015fnicia,
\na-nceput s\u0103-mi sur\u00e2d\u0103
\ncursa aceasta contra timpului (contra-timp, contra timpurilor?!)
\nde\u015fi… de\u015fi totul seam\u0103n\u0103 prea mult a tr\u0103dare
\n(cineva se ocup\u0103 \u015fi de asta, simt eu \u2013
\na tr\u0103da este foarte omene\u015fte…).<\/p>\n


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

Desen de Ioan Burlacu<\/em><\/p>\n

M\u0103i, norocule, tu, han f\u0103r\u0103 drumuri…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-ai l\u0103sat via\u0163a pe locul unde po\u0163i fi ucis,
\nunde condamna\u0163ii \u00ee\u015fi spal\u0103 rufele \u00een zodia mea,
\nunde mi-au r\u0103mas cuvintele \u00eempotriva str\u0103zilor tulburi, \u00eempotriva memoriei,
\n\u00eempotriva g\u00e2ndurilor din care ies haiducii la p\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n

A\u015f putea s\u0103 sp\u0103l sc\u0103rile, s\u0103 str\u00e2ng de g\u00e2t generalul,
\ns\u0103 ating lama friguroas\u0103 \u015fi \u00een\u0163eleapt\u0103 \u015fi calm\u0103, Silvea,
\nregul\u0103 de trei simpl\u0103 prin care c\u00e2\u015ftig o noapte,
\num\u0103r mu\u015fcat cu trufie, s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 dat\u0103 la maxim.<\/p>\n

A\u015f putea striga peste morm\u00e2ntul tatei,
\nchiar dac\u0103 \u00een urma ochilor pl\u00e2n\u015fi
\ncineva d\u0103 drumul v\u00e2ntului \u015fi pleac\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nCu fruntea \u00eentunecat\u0103 \u00een palme <\/strong><\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 ne prefacem c\u0103 st\u0103m pe o banc\u0103
\n\u015fi lu\u0103m aminte la distrugerea clipelor,
\ncum marea t\u0103cere va \u00eengropa pulberea lor \u00een ad\u00e2ncul memoriei.
\nHai s\u0103 ne prefacem c\u0103 nu-i \u00eentunericul cel ce m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 numele str\u0103zii,
\nc\u0103 nu ne e frig, nu ne e moarte \u2013
\n\u00eenchiz\u00e2nd ochii, s\u0103 g\u0103sim o alt\u0103 inim\u0103 pentru \u00een\u0163elesul ce doare.
\nA\u015fa cum singur\u0103tatea \u00eemi trage fiin\u0163a pe roat\u0103,
\nhai s\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cim prin noaptea lupeasc\u0103 \u015fi tare ca un rachiu.
\nTrebuie doar s\u0103 ne prefacem c\u0103 r\u0103nile nop\u0163ii sunt stelele,
\ncu c\u00e2t le privim mai atent, cu-at\u00e2t nu mai \u00een\u0163elegem nimic…<\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 ne prefacem c\u0103 st\u0103m pe o banc\u0103
\nunde fiecare junghi te ia de la cap\u0103t,
\nnumai noi s\u0103 st\u0103m a\u015fa, pref\u0103c\u00e2ndu-ne,
\nmereu pref\u0103c\u00e2ndu-ne…<\/p>\n


\nR\u0103gaz \u00een penumbr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

O duminic\u0103 \u00eemi fierbe chipul \u00een p\u0103r\u0103sitele geamuri.
\nA \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit un copac \u015fi-au dat vina pe mine \u2013
\ncel biciuit de aceast\u0103 vedenie nu se mai lecuie\u015fte de umblet.<\/p>\n

Trece\u0163i!, se r\u0103ste\u015fte prezentul, trece\u0163i
\nieri \u015fi m\u00e2ine \u2013 dou\u0103 vorbe \u00een care \u00eenfigi cu\u0163itul \u015fi nu se aprinde nimic.<\/p>\n

Treci \u2013 se r\u0103ste\u015fte prezentul \u2013 treci!
\n\u015ei \u00eenaintea mea drumul \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat a luat-o la fug\u0103.
\n\u00cen urma lui, rup dintr-un col\u0163 de p\u00e2ine \u015fi mestec \u00eencet.<\/p>\n


\nSemnul negru<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce poate fi criv\u0103\u0163ul ce tot izbe\u015fte \u00een geam?
\n\u00cenc\u0103perea a luat foc din privirile tale
\nsau o fi de moarte deasupra \u015fi t\u0103cerea orbe\u015fte prin cas\u0103?
\n\u00centinde m\u00e2na, vezi, via\u0163a mea prin sertare
\nmai \u00eentreab\u0103 de cheie, mai roade lemnul, mai sare?<\/p>\n

Vreun tren o mai fi, las\u0103, M\u0103rio,
\nscoate afar\u0103 destinul, trage bine z\u0103vorul \u2013
\nuite, eu tare am mai vrut s\u0103 fiu pe lumea asta…
\nHai s\u0103 ne privim \u015fi s\u0103 ne ur\u00e2m ca \u00een jocul de-a oamenii,
\nace\u015fti tr\u0103itori \u00eempu\u015fca\u0163i din dragoste drept \u00een inim\u0103!<\/p>\n

Dar mai toarn\u0103 vin, mi s-a f\u0103cut de-o vorb\u0103 amar\u0103 \u2013
\no fi inevitabilul tren, o fi \u2013 Doamne \u2013 M\u0103rie!
\nHai s\u0103 ne juc\u0103m de-a ultimii, hai…<\/p>\n


\nProprietarul zilei de mar\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se lumineaz\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 nicio vorb\u0103 de om;
\no umbr\u0103 m\u0103tur\u0103 poteca \u00eenvins\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu mai sunt conving\u0103tor pentru mesteceni \u015fi pietre:
\nprea mult am min\u0163it, prea tare am \u00eenchis ochiul f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii…<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, am plecat cu muritul pe drumuri
\n\u015fi diminea\u0163a \u00ee\u015fi ascute cu\u0163itul \u00een mine…<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 vorb\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 hotar<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 \u00eentrebi cine e\u015fti, nu se aude nimic
\n\u015fi actorul moare p\u00e2n\u0103 se face ziu\u0103.
\nSingur\u0103tatea \u00ee\u0163i public\u0103 v\u00e2rsta printre ar\u0163arii trudi\u0163i \u2013
\nla B\u0103lu\u015fe\u015fti se cump\u0103r\u0103 flori de \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it copil\u0103ria.<\/p>\n

\u00cen mijlocul iernii speran\u0163a este fixat\u0103 pe inima goal\u0103 cu un spate \u00eentors.<\/p>\n

\u015ei cine s\u0103 mai citeasc\u0103 facturile frigului unde scrie \u201eajunge\u201d,
\ndac\u0103 \u00een gara pustie \u00eencepi s\u0103 joci rolul de om?<\/p>\n


\nZbaterea ochiului<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi \u0163inea fiin\u0163a cu n\u0103dejdea spre mine
\n\u015fi murea tare, murea nesf\u00e2r\u015fit,
\n ca un val risipit la picioare.
\nO repetam n\u0103ucit de r\u0103m\u00e2neam f\u0103r\u0103 aer.
\nAvem v\u00e2nt bun, pr\u0103pastia-i toat\u0103 \u2013 spunea \u2013
\n\u015fi murea tare, murea ca un fum de grenad\u0103…
\nNumele mi se \u00eendep\u0103rta, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 singur,
\nstr\u00e2ngeam clipa \u00een pumni de-mi v\u00e2j\u00e2iau min\u0163ile:
\n– D\u0103-i cum vrei – r\u0103spundeam -, bate-nainte!
\n\u015fi-n noi \u00eent\u00e2mplarea sta gata s\u0103 fie corabia zdrobit\u0103 de st\u00e2nci.<\/p>\n


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

N-am avut timp s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc at\u00e2t c\u00e2t s\u0103 nu se supere nimeni,
\ns\u0103 primesc, acolo, un premiu pentru sinceritate.
\nMereu os\u00e2ndit de cei care scriu poezii jude\u0163ene, n-am inventat nicio floare.<\/p>\n

Dar am r\u00e2s \u015fi eu \u015fi am pl\u00e2ns ca tot omul, ba chiar
\nunii s-au jurat c\u0103 eram a\u015fa de amabil
\nde parc\u0103 cineva mi-ar fi aruncat cu pietre \u00een ziua de na\u015ftere.<\/p>\n

Totu\u015fi, uneori \u00eenghe\u0163am inima vreunuia privindu-l \u00een ochi
\n\u015fi mestecam lumina \u015fi-o \u00eenghi\u0163eam pe balustrada iluziei.<\/p>\n

Dar mi-am jucat sensul \u00een via\u0163a asta la zaruri \u015fi l-am pierdut.
\nEu, care intru cu c\u0103ciula uitat\u0103 pe cap \u015fi \u00eentreb \u00een ce veac mai suntem,
\neu care fac parte din clasa social\u0103 a mestecenilor singuri \u015fi tri\u015fti:<\/p>\n

Ah, tr\u0103itori incurabili,
\nn-am timp s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc at\u00e2t \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 fi\u0163i mul\u0163umi\u0163i!<\/p>\n


\nAniversare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne,
\ne timpul s\u0103-\u0163i fac un dar din toat\u0103 inima asta
\nprin care au trecut trenuri ce nu s-au mai \u00eentors:
\nun hectar de p\u0103dure, o zare, un blid de m\u00e2ncare, numai prime\u015fte ceva de la mine!<\/p>\n

\u015ei, chiar dac\u0103 nimic nu este al meu
\n\u015fi \u00eens\u0103\u015fi aceast\u0103 dorin\u0163\u0103
\neste tot o flac\u0103r\u0103 a Duhului T\u0103u,<\/p>\n

Doamne,
\nprime\u015fte \u00een dar propria-mi cas\u0103,
\n\u00een care mi-am crescut copiii p\u00e2n\u0103 ce m-au p\u0103r\u0103sit \u00eentr-o toamn\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, \u00ee\u0163i dau c\u0103ma\u015fa de pe mine \u015fi zodia
\n\u00een care am avut norocul s\u0103 nu mi se taie piciorul.
\n\u015ei poate c\u0103 m\u00e2na din care \u00ee\u0163i dau zilele mele<\/p>\n

n-a \u0163inut mereu steagul cinstei deasupra,
\niar cuvintele nu m-au ap\u0103rat \u00eentotdeauna de fal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dar cerceteaz\u0103 nevoia mea de acum
\n\u015fi, chiar dac\u0103 vezi c\u0103 vreau s\u0103-\u0163i fac un dar
\nnumai pentru a m\u0103 pune bine cu Tine,<\/p>\n

O, Doamne!
\nIart\u0103 nodul acesta din g\u00e2t \u015fi \u00eeng\u0103duie-m\u0103,
\ndar nu dup\u0103 c\u00e2t \u0162i-am gre\u015fit!<\/p>\n


\nCriv\u0103\u0163 de noapte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu c\u00e2t m\u0103 trezesc mai devreme,
\ncu-at\u00e2t nu mai \u015ftiu \u00eencotro s-o apuc…<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103, e al doilea c\u00e2ntat de coco\u015f \u015fi eu b\u00e2igui prin cas\u0103,
\npoate dau de vreun punct cardinal
\ns\u0103 scot apa ce-mi afund\u0103 corabia.<\/p>\n

Dar prietenii s-au \u00eempiedicat de numele meu
\n\u015fi-n bezna asta a pierit toat\u0103 urma de via\u0163\u0103,
\n\u00een bezna groas\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenchis\u0103 ca un penitenciar,
\nde parc\u0103 cineva a tras cu pu\u015fca \u00een cuv\u00e2ntul iubire!<\/p>\n


\nGlorie \u015fi suferin\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenving\u0103tor la festivalul r\u0103bd\u0103rii,
\nte-au pironit \u00een fa\u0163a mul\u0163imii de vr\u0103bii,
\n\u0163i-au b\u0103tut palmele \u00een cuvinte \u015fi numele \u00een cuie, pe un afi\u015f,
\n\u015fi te-au postulat \u00een muzeul de cear\u0103.<\/p>\n

Apoi juriul s-a sp\u0103lat de \u00eentuneric pe m\u00e2ini
\n\u015fi-a plecat, l\u0103s\u00e2nd timpul s\u0103 picure secunde pe ran\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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