{"id":19362,"date":"2022-10-05T19:51:01","date_gmt":"2022-10-05T16:51:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19362"},"modified":"2022-10-05T19:51:01","modified_gmt":"2022-10-05T16:51:01","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-84-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19362","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 84 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cenaclul poe\u021bilor uita\u021bi<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Victor Eftimiu <\/strong>
\n\"\"

(n. 24 ianuarie 1889, Bobo\u0219ti\u021ba, Albania \u2013 d. 27 noiembrie 1972, Bucure\u0219ti)
\nA fost un dramaturg, eseist, povestitor, scriitor \u0219i traduc\u0103tor rom\u00e2n de origine macedorom\u00e2n\u0103, respectiv membru al Academiei Rom\u00e2ne. Se stabile\u0219te definitiv \u00een Rom\u00e2nia \u00een 1905.
\nDirector al teatrelor Comedia (1913) \u0219i Na\u021bional (1920, 1930 \u0219i 1944-1945), director general al teatrelor (1920), al Teatrului Na\u021bional \u0219i al Operei din Cluj (1 august – 31 decembrie 1927). A colaborat la ziarele \u0219i revistele vremii, \u00eentre care: Luceaf\u0103rul (la care a \u0219i debutat \u00een 1904), Via\u021ba literar\u0103 (1906), \u021aara noastr\u0103. \u00cen 1932 prime\u0219te Premiul Na\u021bional pentru Literatur\u0103, iar la 31 mai 1948 este ales membru titular al Academiei Rom\u00e2ne.
\n\u00cencep\u00e2nd cu anul 1912 public\u0103 povestiri, teatru, eseu, interviuri \u00een presa francez\u0103 (cotidiene, reviste teatrale etc.). Piesele de teatru \u00eei sunt jucate at\u00e2t \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, c\u00e2t \u0219i \u00een Fran\u021ba, Albania etc.
\nA publicat teatru (Me\u0219terul Manole, Coco\u0219ul negru, \u00cen\u0219ir-te m\u0103rg\u0103rite, Omul care a v\u0103zut moartea, Inspectorul broa\u0219telor, Marele duhovnic, Haiducii, Parada, Pan\u0103 Lesnea Rusalim, Str\u0103mo\u0219ii, Crinul vie\u021bii, Akim), volumele de versuri: Poemele singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii, 1913; Od\u0103 limbii rom\u00e2ne, 1958; Minciuni terestre, 1961; Poezii, 1964; Crizanteme, precum \u0219i un roman poli\u021bist, Kimonoul \u00eenstelat. <\/p>\n

Sonetele iubirilor\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen seara verde-a nop\u021bilor de var\u0103
\nSe scutur\u0103, nostalgic, trandafirii\u2026
\nIubirile de ieri, \u00een cupa firii,
\n\u00cemi dau s\u0103 beau mireasma lor amar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Visarea taie brazdele-amintirii,
\nC\u00e2nd cimitirul sufletului ar\u0103\u2026
\nSonetul este-o urn\u0103 funerar\u0103,
\n\u00cen care dorm cenu\u0219ile iubirii\u2026<\/p>\n

Dormi\u021bi, iubiri de r\u00e2nd \u2013 \u00een rime rare!
\nEu v-am fixat pierdutele contururi
\n\u00cen linii \u2013 \u0219i le-am \u021bintuit cu puncte.<\/p>\n

Ca urne reci pe margini de c\u0103rare,
\n\u00cen sufletu-mi s-or \u00een\u0103l\u021ba de-a pururi
\nSonetele iubirilor defuncte\u2026<\/p>\n


\nSingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi, fantome cenu\u0219ii\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi, fantome cenu\u0219ii,
\nEcouri de t\u0103ceri, pl\u00e2ns de-amintire,
\nVulcane stinse, insule pustii
\n\u0218i p\u0103s\u0103ri mari de cimitire.<\/p>\n

Bine-a\u021bi venit, v-a\u0219tept de mult!
\nUrgia vie\u021bii nu m\u0103-nvinse\u2026
\nVeni\u021bi, surdine pe tumult,
\nPlesnite coarde, faruri stinse!<\/p>\n

Cum v-a fost drumul? Cum m-a\u021bi aflat?
\nNu v-au oprit \u00een cale \u00eeneca\u021bii?
\nOceanu-n drum nu s-a umflat?
\nSingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi, divine gra\u021bii!…<\/p>\n

Deschide\u021bi evantaie uria\u0219e,
\nLe f\u00e2lf\u00e2i\u021bi \u00een sumbra mea odaie,
\nNu v\u0103 primesc cu g\u00e2nduri la\u0219e:
\nAm stins \u0219i-a candelei v\u0103paie!<\/p>\n

Ve\u021bi fi numai cu mine-n lume,
\nNici c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i nici o amintire:
\n\u00cen amintiri sunt tragedii postume
\n\u0218i-n c\u0103r\u021bi sunt mii de cimitire.<\/p>\n

m-am preg\u0103tit s\u0103 v\u0103 primesc\u2026 A\u0219tept,
\nnici creierul, nici inima nu-mi bate.
\nVeni\u021bi, am m\u00e2inile pe piept!
\nVeni\u021bi, am bra\u021bele \u00eencruci\u0219ate!<\/p>\n


\nSonet<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum c\u00e2nd pleci \u0219i c\u00e2nd melancolia
\nSe las\u0103 grea, mai grea ca o durere,
\n\u00cenconjurat de umbr\u0103 \u0219i t\u0103cere,
\nUitat de to\u021bi, a\u0219 vrea s\u0103-mi uit solia.<\/p>\n

O, trec\u0103toare vise efemere,
\nV-am cunoscut de mult z\u0103d\u0103rnicia;
\nStatornic\u0103-i doar nestatornicia,
\nIubirea? Jur\u0103mintele? Himere!<\/p>\n

Alearg\u0103 trenul, creasc\u0103 dep\u0103rtarea,
\nVor trece anii, va veni uitarea
\n\u0218i lini\u0219tea care \u00eempac\u0103 toate.
\nTe du spre fericitele-\u021bi destine!
\nC\u00e2nd prim\u0103vara va muri \u00een tine,
\nTriste\u021bea mea, vei \u00een\u021belege-o, poate.<\/p>\n


\nPastel marin<\/strong><\/p>\n

La Pontul-Euxin, sub firmamentul
\nEtern al d\u0103ruirilor totale
\n\u00cen fo\u015fnet de covoare \u015fi taftale
\n\u015ei-au potolit furtunile torentul.<\/p>\n

Trecutul calc\u0103 treptele fatale
\n\u0162in\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu prezentul.
\nDe-aici \u00eencepe, magic, orientul
\nCu feeriile-i transcendentale.<\/p>\n

Majestuoase falduri \u015fi dantele
\nR\u0103sfr\u00e2ng \u015fi leag\u0103n\u0103 ciorchini de stele
\n\u00cen ritmuri andantine \u015fi alegre.<\/p>\n

Pe sub ferestre-mi urc\u0103 \u015fi se las\u0103
\nCu sf\u00e2\u015fieri \u015fi lene de m\u0103tas\u0103
\nImensul f\u00e2\u015f\u00e2it al M\u0103rii Negre.<\/p>\n


\n\u00centr-un sonet <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centr-un sonet a\u0219 vrea s\u0103-nchid trecutul
\nCe \u0219i-a \u00eenfipt s\u0103ge\u021bile \u00een mine
\n\u0218i inima f\u0103cutu-mi-a ruine
\nC\u00e2nd nep\u0103sarea nu-mi d\u0103duse scutul…<\/p>\n

E str\u00e2mt\u0103 haina lui, o \u0219tiu prea bine,
\nCum ar putea s\u0103-ncap\u0103 ne-nc\u0103putul?
\nSonetul, vai, asemenea cu lutul
\nCe sufletul \u00eenc\u0103tu\u0219at ni-l \u021bine.<\/p>\n

Adeseori, c\u00e2nd mintea mea se-abate
\nSpre \u021b\u0103rmuri vechi, de-at\u00e2ta timp uitate,
\nC\u0103l\u0103torind pe-a vremurilor ap\u0103,<\/p>\n

M\u0103-ntreb, sim\u021bind cum s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103 rana:
\nCum ar putea sonetul s\u0103 \u00eencap\u0103
\nC\u00e2t mi-a-nc\u0103put \u00een inim\u0103, s\u0103rmana?<\/p>\n


\nMarea<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne\u0163\u0103rmuita mare se fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103,
\nEtern\u0103 preg\u0103tire de furtun\u0103
\nSe-nal\u0163\u0103-n trombe, duduie, detun\u0103
\n\u015ei-n colc\u0103it de spum\u0103 se-nve\u0219m\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei-a\u015fa, mereu, de mii de ani, nebun\u0103
\nCu \u00eens\u0103\u015fi ea lu\u00e2ndu-se la tr\u00e2nt\u0103,
\nPe r\u00e2nd biruitoare \u015fi \u00eenfr\u00e2nt\u0103
\n\u00ce\u015fi macin\u0103 nelini\u015ftea str\u0103bun\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd toate dorm, extaze sau m\u00e2nie,
\nA m\u0103rii nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103 insomnie
\nSe potole\u015fte iar \u015fi iar s-asmute.<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n vreme ce se zbate f\u0103r\u0103 pace
\nO poart\u0103-n ad\u00e2ncimile opace
\nAugustul calm al fundurilor mute.<\/p>\n


\nCrizanteme<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u015fteapt\u0103-m\u0103 disear\u0103 la fereastr\u0103
\nCu ochii tri\u015fti, cu fruntea vis\u0103toare …
\nAm s\u0103-\u0163i aduc un bra\u0163 de crizanteme,
\nS\u0103-mpodobim iubirea care moare …<\/p>\n

Am s\u0103-\u0163i aduc un bra\u0163 de crizanteme …
\nSunt flori t\u00e2rzii, sunt florile din urm\u0103,
\n\u00cen via\u0163a lor e moartea prim\u0103verii,
\nCu via\u0163a lor iubirea ni se curm\u0103 …<\/p>\n

A\u015fteapt\u0103-m\u0103 disear\u0103 la fereastr\u0103
\nCu fruntea-n m\u00e2ini, cu ochi pierdu\u0163i \u00een vis \u2013
\nAm s\u0103-\u0163i aduc un bra\u0163 de crizanteme
\n\u015ei cel din urm\u0103 c\u00e2ntec ce \u0163i-am scris…<\/p>\n


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

Deschide fereastra, iubito,
\nApari \u00een balconul cu flori
\nMai alb\u0103 ca florile albe,
\nMai blond\u0103 ca blondele z\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Colane de perle se-n\u0219ir\u0103
\nPe cerul albastru \u0219i clar,
\nDeschide fereastra, iubito,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi dau toat\u0103 noaptea \u00een dar\u2026<\/p>\n

Zefirii prin ramuri s-alung\u0103,
\nParfume \u00een noapte plutesc,
\nAdaug\u0103 nop\u021bii parfumul
\n\u0218i farmecul t\u0103u p\u0103m\u00e2ntesc.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntarea pe strune suspin\u0103,
\nBalconul r\u0103m\u00e2ne pustiu
\nDeschide fereastra, iubito,
\nC\u0103ci m\u00e2ine va fi prea t\u00e2rziu\u2026<\/p>\n


\nLini\u0219te<\/strong><\/p>\n

O raz\u0103 t\u00e2rzie se \u0219terge-n apus
\n\u0218i noaptea t\u0103cut\u0103 coboar\u0103\u2026
\nNici fo\u0219net, nici \u0219oapt\u0103, nici fream\u0103t de val
\nT\u0103cutul amurg nu-nfioar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu-i nimeni pe ap\u0103 \u0219i nimeni la \u021b\u0103rm
\nPlanetele-s toate, departe,
\n\u0218i-at\u00e2ta-i t\u0103cerea, de parc\u0103 s-aud
\nCum c\u00e2nt\u0103 v\u00e2sla\u0219ii pe Marte\u2026<\/p>\n


\n Ion PANAIT <\/strong>
\n (1 martie 1941 \u2013 8 septembrie 2009)
\n\"\"

N\u0103scut la Piscu, judetul Galati, Ion Panait a debutat cu poeme in revista \u201eLuceaf\u0103rul\u201d. la jum\u0103tatea anilor `60. A activat timp de peste 40 de ani \u00een Foc\u0219ani, integr\u00e2ndu-se perfect \u00een pleiada poe\u021bilor locali (Dumitru Pricop, Florin Muscalu, Constantin Ghini\u021b\u0103 \u0219.a.).
\n\u00cen anul 1970 i-a ap\u0103rut primul volum, \u201eNoaptea unde m\u0103 \u00eenchin\u201d. A practicat diverse profesii, de la tehnician agronom, inspector \u0219i revizor contabil, profesor, corector \u0219i tehnoredactor, dar \u00een cea mai mare parte a fost jurnalist de opinie, anchete \u0219i investiga\u021bii la diverse ziare.
\nIon Panait a fost autor a 20 de volume, dintre care amintim \u201eDeosebirea de p\u0103m\u00e2nt\u201d (1983), \u201eMemoria clepsidrei\u201d (1987), \u201eVina pentru Roberto\u201d (1990), \u201ePl\u00e2nsul\u201d (1998), \u201eBonjour tristesse\u201d (2000), \u201eLa marginea curcubeului\u201d (2001), \u201ePoeme\u201d (2000), \u201eLatifundiile tr\u0103d\u0103rii\u201d (2003), \u201eBinecuv\u00e2ntatul infern al iubirii\u201d (2003), \u201eAmurgul zilei de m\u00e2ine\u201d (2004), \u201eTimpul \u00een rochie alb\u0103 de noapte\u201d (2005), \u201eDans\u00e2nd \u00een oglind\u0103\u201d (2006), \u201eV\u00e2ntul care se uit\u0103 pe geam. Insomnii cu haiku-uri\u201d (2008) \u0219i \u201eContempla\u021bia umilin\u021bei\u201d.<\/p>\n

Sub noapte <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218i-i stea polar\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103-n asfin\u021bitul
\nluminilor care p\u0103lesc u\u0219or
\n\u0219i uneori numai oglinzi de noapte
\nreflect\u0103-n mine \u00eembl\u00e2nzirea lor.<\/p>\n

T\u0103cerea e ecoul din p\u0103m\u00e2nturi
\ndeparte dus \u0219i r\u0103t\u0103cit sublim \u2013
\nSub noapte e argint ce se r\u0103sfr\u00e2nge,
\nmagia unui vis ce-l prelungim.<\/p>\n


\nSpleen <\/strong><\/p>\n

Risipa pie\u021bii, geana unui nor
\n\u0218i c\u00e2t alean \u0219i buza ta tiranic\u0103, a desperare
\nDe nuferi stin\u0219i pe ochiul unui pelican
\nCare apropiindu-se de-azururi, moare.<\/p>\n

Mai mult de team\u0103 calci prin somnoro\u0219i
\nBulbi alb\u0103strii de toamn\u0103 ca absintul \u2013
\nUn mit e\u0219ti tu, m\u00e2na de \u00eenger ce-mi \u00eentinde
\nPe o tipsie de otrav\u0103, labirintul.<\/p>\n


\nRecviem <\/strong><\/p>\n

De ce-ai fi tu albastru? Printre vise
\nMi-e sufletul pr\u0103dat de heruvimi,
\nDe roua rev\u0103rs\u00e2ndu-se-n lumini
\nCa o petal\u0103-a lacrimii proscrise \u2013<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndul amar sub faldurile ce\u021bii
\nViu bumerang plutind provocator
\nSub scheunatul vulpilor u\u0219or
\n\u00cen albul de pojar al dimine\u021bii \u2013<\/p>\n

\u0218i-apoi de dor, \u0219i de cire\u0219i, de cai
\nAmu\u0219in\u00e2nd tarlale de otav\u0103
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba unui g\u00e2nd lins de otrav\u0103
\n\u00cen dreptul unei nop\u021bi prin care n-ai<\/p>\n

Mai trecut cu inima, s\u0103 pot
\nPricepe lumea, duhul vag al sor\u021bii
\nAcoperit de linc\u0219ii dulci ai mor\u021bii
\nSpre estuarul viselor \u00eenot \u2013<\/p>\n

Urechea lumii, devota\u021bii maci
\nFrumos pr\u00e2nzind pe canavaua pie\u021bei
\n\u0218i \u00een eterul grav al dimine\u021bii
\nSe deconspir\u0103 rana. Ce-ai s\u0103 faci?<\/p>\n


\nParfumul de migdal al umbrei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Coruptibil\u0103 vin\u0103 a stelelor plutind
\n\u00een iarba unde-\u021bi caut lacrimile pentru a
\n\u0219terge acest timp al trufiei! \u00cen \u00eenghe\u021b
\nnimbul haosului, ochiul unei libert\u0103\u021bi
\ninfinite \u2013 ca o glorie normalitatea fiin\u021bei
\n\u00eengenuncheat\u0103 \u00een eterul ierbii \u0219i eu
\nde roua timpului m\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b, de plasa ei
\n\u00eendoielnic\u0103 \u0219i tremur\u0103toare, c\u00e2t s\u0103 m\u0103 pot
\n\u00eentoarce.<\/p>\n

S\u0103rut\u0103-m\u0103 \u2013 ultimul dans \u00eenaintea mor\u021bii
\nacum, c\u00e2nd pe clavecin suspin\u0103 suferin\u021ba
\ngurii tale, p\u0103catul unei viespi ucig\u0103toare,
\nparfumul de migdal al umbrei.<\/p>\n


\nMedita\u021bie <\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu-mb\u0103tr\u00e2nind \u00eentr-o capel\u0103 alb\u0103
\ndistins\u0103 stai, paingii se strecor
\nca iri\u0219i bl\u00e2nzi spre c\u0103ile lactee
\nagoniz\u00e2ndu-ne nimicitor \u2013<\/p>\n

\u0218i de aici lumina se prea poate
\ns\u0103 cad\u0103-n moartea mea, prin moartea ta \u2013
\nsunt doar pu\u021bin bolnav \u0219i-ntre cuvinte
\ne inima aceasta care va\u2026<\/p>\n


\n\u00cenger \u00een somn <\/strong><\/p>\n

Prea t\u00e2n\u0103r, un crin l\u0103crim\u00e2nd
\nMareea fiin\u021bei lunar\u0103
\n\u0218i dragostea vie a s\u00e2ngelui, g\u00e2nd,
\nMinune de \u00eengeri, barbar\u0103,<\/p>\n

El \u00eenc\u0103 spre sine migr\u00e2nd
\nTimp de secret\u0103 volut\u0103
\nO pan\u0103 de prin\u021b lumin\u00e2nd
\nMinune de \u00eengeri, pierdut\u0103.<\/p>\n

Calvarul ideii lucr\u00e2nd
\nGestul credin\u021bei, destinul
\nEretic luceaf\u0103r \u0219i sf\u00e2nt
\nMinune de \u00eengeri, preaplinul\u2026<\/p>\n


\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 amiaz\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Foarte b\u0103tr\u00e2n, ud de lacrimile poc\u0103in\u021bei,
\n\u00een jur cu cineva care se lipise de mine \u00een timp
\nce sufletu-mi dansa ca un miel peste onomatopeea
\nmareelor
\n\u00ce\u021bi spuneam, vezi zefirul acela dezn\u0103d\u0103jduit
\ncum \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 pas\u0103rea prin care s\u0103 putrezeasc\u0103
\npu\u021bin, s\u0103 fie luat \u00een seam\u0103 de cineva \u0219i
\npe afar\u0103, \u00een ploaia lene\u0219\u0103 a lunii tu veneai
\nfantom\u0103 a unei dureri \u0219i deschideai ochii.
\nUn p\u0103cat al speran\u021bei, un oftat prin care
\n\u00ce\u021bi l\u0103sai gura s\u0103 apuce curcubeul, \u00een timp
\nce contemplam acest sitar ro\u0219u l\u0103sat liber
\ns\u0103 zboare deasupra frunzelor \u0219optind apocalipsa
\namiezii\u2026<\/p>\n


\nMadrigal marin <\/strong><\/p>\n

Vulpea amu\u0219ina hoitul amar al nimicului,
\ndin stele vin puii ei, ni\u0219te
\ncai verzi ai \u00eenser\u0103rii \u0219i speran\u021bei,
\nlas\u0103-i s\u0103 creasc\u0103 \u00een minciuna
\ns\u00e2ngelui \u0219i a mu\u0219chiului
\npe coapsele dulci, palide ale melancoliei de var\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Aici sunt numele noastre de cear\u0103,
\nrondul pl\u0103cerii, parfumul \u0219i
\nsuferin\u021ba, fa\u021ba incongruent\u0103
\na lucrurilor, curcubeiele de-a pururi \u2013<\/p>\n

Bate mistralul \u00een geam, r\u0103coarea
\n\u0219i g\u00e2tul albastru al li\u0219i\u021bei, o,
\ncarnea ta, generosul repaos
\nal ispitei\u2026<\/p>\n


\nDevastatoare, grani\u021ba ve\u0219niciei\u2026 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centotdeauna \u021bi-am ascuns aceast\u0103 nefericire,
\ncioclu pe dou\u0103 str\u0103zi paralele \u2013 sur\u00e2sul
\n\u0219i necredin\u021ba, alunecam \u00een sm\u00e2rcul unei
\n\u00eendoieli prev\u0103z\u0103toare, un instinct artificial
\n\u0219i adorabil a impresiei pe care-o l\u0103sau
\nfotografiile tale la pian ca \u00eentr-un imperiu
\nnomad al existen\u021bei, Doamne, devastatoare
\ngrani\u021ba ve\u0219niciei str\u0103juit\u0103 de centauri
\n\u00een cea\u021b\u0103…<\/p>\n

Sim\u021beam c\u0103 muream, l\u0103sam totul afar\u0103
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 antilopa r\u0103nit\u0103 a dimine\u021bii, a unui
\nco\u0219mar de gheparzi \u0219i curcubeie \u00een clocot,
\nun monolog al pruden\u021bei era gura ta, religia
\nunei zile pe care n-am tr\u0103it-o, antichitatea
\nduhului \u0219i \u00een aceast\u0103 ro\u0219ie amiaz\u0103 a desfr\u00e2ului
\ndefinit m\u0103 cuprinde teroarea amar\u0103
\n\u0219i cast\u0103 a urii.<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen ora\u0219ul acesta <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ora\u0219ul acesta viclean nu se mai ive\u0219te
\nde cincisprezece ani curcubeul, se vorbe\u0219te \u00een dodii
\ndespre aerul \u00eemprejmuitor al benzin\u0103riei
\ninstaurat \u00een fa\u021ba catedralei \u2013 un stol de copii
\n\u00ee\u0219i murmur\u0103-n batist\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103rile simple \u0219i triste
\n\u0219i-n tot acest timp se mi\u0219c\u0103-n \u00eentuneric
\nliliecii ce vin la \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219anie.<\/p>\n

N\u0103p\u0103stuite de soart\u0103, privighetorile-au luat
\ncodrul refugiului, din frunzele lor aurite
\norbii \u00ee\u0219i lumineaz\u0103 amurgul, cur\u00e2nd haosul
\nlunii va alunga r\u00e2ndunele \u00een alt cer,<\/p>\n

Doamne, ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een ora\u0219ul din care
\nfug c\u0103prioarele nun\u021bii?<\/p>\n


\nFrig <\/strong><\/p>\n

Vai, zarea aceasta ca un solilocviu l\u00e2nos
\n\u00een scrisorile verii arse de colbul aerului
\n\u0219i eu acoperindu-\u021bi ochii de frunze,
\ninutil giuvaer al fugii\u2026<\/p>\n

Vai, paloarea vorbei tale
\nsf\u00e2\u0219iat\u0103 de tri\u0219ti lilieci
\n(\u0219i un sur\u00e2s prin care mi-e frig);
\n\u00een imperiile iernii fulger\u0103 troik\u0103
\ninima mea \u00ee\u0219i lunec\u0103 s\u00e2ngele, necredincioasa
\nm\u0103re\u021bie de crin a ordinii\u2026<\/p>\n


\nFapte culturale<\/strong><\/p>\n

Concursul de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 POLARIS <\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a \u00eencheiat cea de-a doua edi\u021bie a Concursului de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 POLARIS, cu motto-ul MITURILE \u00ceN FLUX \u0218I REFLUX. Mul\u021bumim tuturor pentru participare!
\nIat\u0103 prozele care s-au remarcat prin creativitate, fluiditatea exprim\u0103rii \u0219i corectitudinea limbajului:<\/p>\n

P\u0102PU\u0218ARNI\u021aA [Lucia Eniu \u2013 Pa\u0219cani, Jud. Ia\u0219i]
\nSIMPL\u0102 POVESTE [Liliana Toma – Br\u0103ila, Jud. Br\u0103ila]
\nNOAPTEA S\u00c2NZIENEI [Mihaela D\u0103nil\u0103 – Nov\u0103ce\u0219ti, Jud. Prahova]<\/p>\n

Din p\u0103cate, majoritatea textelor nu s-au \u00eencadrat \u00een tema impus\u0103: re\u00eentoarcerea la mitologia rom\u00e2neasc\u0103! Unii autori au marcat superficial doar nume ori simboluri din legende \u0219i mituri rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, al\u021bii nu au respectat regulile gramaticale sau au trimis tentative cu un con\u021binut indecent. A\u0219adar, juriul nu a putut selecta suficiente proze reprezentative pentru Antologia acestei edi\u021bii.
\nLe mul\u021bumim partenerilor Editurii Biscara pentru c\u0103 vor publica, p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul anului 2022, prozele eviden\u021biate la Concurs, dup\u0103 cum urmeaz\u0103:<\/p>\n

REVISTA LEVIATHAN – P\u0102PU\u0218ARNI\u021aA
\nREVISTA LITERA 13 – SIMPL\u0102 POVESTE
\nREVISTA SPA\u021aII CULTURALE – NOAPTEA S\u00c2NZIENEI<\/p>\n

Suplimentar, Editura Biscara ofer\u0103 fiec\u0103reia dintre cele trei autoare posibilitatea de a publica gratuit, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een august 2023, un volum de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 \u00een format digital, care s\u0103 fie expus \u00een Biblioteca Virtual\u0103 a site-ului www.editurabiscara.ro.
\nV\u0103 a\u0219tept\u0103m la urm\u0103toarea edi\u021bie din 2023!<\/p>\n

Sara MINA <\/strong>– editor<\/p>\n


\nMihaela D\u0102NIL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noaptea S\u00e2nzienei<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Proz\u0103 premiat\u0103 de revista \u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d la Concursul de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 POLARIS, Edi\u021bia a II-a, 2022)<\/p>\n

,,Bun\u0103 diminea\u0163a, Ap\u0103 lin\u0103 \u015fi curat\u0103 Ca roua, ca cea\u0163a Prin zori strecurat\u0103.\u201d
\nStau la Podul Dr\u0103gaicei \u0219i privesc spre ora\u0219, \u00een dep\u0103rtare, f\u0103r\u0103 \u0163int\u0103. \u0218i f\u0103r\u0103 g\u00e2nduri. De-aici, de sus, de pe platoul pe care-l \u0219tiu de c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftiu pe mine, se vede toat\u0103 valea. Cl\u0103dirile se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 seme\u021be dintre copaci \u00een ora\u0219ul de la poalele p\u0103durii. Spre dreapta ora\u015fului, r\u0103sare v\u00e2rful trufa\u015f al unei case boiere\u015fti. Au renovat-o, acum locuie\u015fte cineva acolo. \u00cen serile calde, se revars\u0103 din direc\u0163ia aia melodii suave, sf\u00e2\u015fietor de triste, ce r\u0103scolesc \u00een mine suferin\u021be necunoscute.
\nUn tren \u0219erpuie\u015fte \u00een vale, pierz\u00e2ndu-se \u00een desi\u015ful p\u0103durii. \u00cemi imaginez c\u0103, \u00eentr-o zi, \u00eemi voi lua r\u0103mas bun de la podul meu de piatr\u0103 si m\u0103 voi urca \u00een trenul \u0103la. \u00cencotro? Nu conteaz\u0103. Oriunde! Departe de sat, de griji, de lupta asta continu\u0103.
\nM\u0103 cheam\u0103 S\u00e2nziana. Mi-e drag Podul Dr\u0103gaicei \u0219i vin des aici. Mu\u0219chiul a n\u0103p\u0103dit piatra aproape \u00een \u00eentregime \u015fi un firi\u0219or sub\u021bire de ap\u0103 se strecoar\u0103 susur\u00e2nd. Oamenii din sat \u00eemi zic uneori, \u00een r\u00e2s, Dr\u0103gaica. De la floare ori de la pod\u2026 nu \u015ftiu, dar nu m\u0103 sup\u0103r\u0103. Mama s-a luptat cu toate rudele care \u00eemi voiau un nume de sf\u00e2nt cuminte, Maria, Elena\u2026 Mama mea frumoas\u0103, b\u0103laie, cu ochi alba\u015ftri, albastrul furat din cer, r\u00e2dea tata. \u00cenv\u0103\u0163ase carte chinuit, \u00eenot\u00e2nd prin z\u0103pad\u0103 ori prin colbul potecilor p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u015fcoala din ora\u015f. Bunica, spetindu-se \u00een treburi, \u00eei arunca al\u0103turi cartea cu n\u0103duf, ,,nu te-oi face vreo \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103toare!\u201d. Nu se f\u0103cuse \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103toare, dar ea a continuat s\u0103 citeasc\u0103, uneori pe ascuns, din c\u0103r\u0163ile \u015fcolii. Din c\u0103r\u0163ile alea mi-a \u015fi ales numele. Al meu \u015fi al surioarei mele, Otilia. Numele b\u0103ie\u0163ilor le-a stabilit tata: Ionu\u0163 \u015fi Gheorghi\u0163\u0103. Nume cumin\u0163i, cobor\u00e2te din calendar \u015fi din tradi\u0163ia str\u0103mo\u015feasc\u0103. A\u015fa cum era el \u00eensu\u015fi: serios, muncitor. \u0218i pierdut c\u00e2nd a \u00eent\u00e2lnit fata b\u0103laie.
\nS\u00e2nziana \u00ee\u0219i privi distrat\u0103 picioarele bronzate, dezgolite de o adiere de v\u00e2nt neru\u0219inat\u0103.
\nEra cea mai mare dintre cei patru copii ai familiei. Copii s\u0103raci, fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi \u0219i c\u00e2rpi\u021bi, dintr-un c\u0103tun pierdut printre culmi deluroase. Le-a fost fra\u021bilor ei mai mici \u0219i sor\u0103 \u0219i p\u0103rinte. Mama se pr\u0103p\u0103dise la na\u0219terea lui Gheorghi\u021b\u0103, cel mai mic dintre ei, iar tat\u0103l un an mai t\u00e2rziu, m\u0103cinat de-o boal\u0103 rea \u015fi de dorul ei.
\nC\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nd, urcau dinspre ora\u0219, grupuri de turi\u0219ti, pe care-i petrecea cu privirea printre crengile p\u0103durii. A\u015fa \u00eel cunoscuse pe Vlad, \u00eentr-o dup\u0103 amiaz\u0103 cald\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103. Se \u00eentorcea din sat, unde le fusese ghid unor tineri din sta\u021biunea din vale. Erau entuziasma\u0163i \u0219i comentau, ce aventur\u0103 fusese plimbarea lor \u00een satul uitat de timp, cu case albe, prisp\u0103 albastr\u0103 \u0219i acoperi\u0219uri din \u0219indril\u0103. S\u00e2nziana, venind dinspre p\u0103dure cu bra\u0163ele pline de flori, cu p\u0103rul r\u0103v\u0103\u015fit, ochii sclipind \u015fi obrajii aprin\u015fi de ar\u015fi\u0163\u0103, p\u0103rea o zei\u0163\u0103 a soarelui. Au salutat \u015fi au \u00eentrebat-o dac\u0103 s-a r\u0103t\u0103cit de vreun grup sau e singur\u0103.
\n\u2013Singur\u0103 cred\u2026 spuse fata cu un z\u00e2mbet mali\u0163ios.
\n\u2013Ai vizitat satul? Cum \u0163i se pare? E incredibil! \u00cencremenit \u00een trecut! Nu s-au p\u0103strat multe a\u0219a!
\n\u2013Mda\u2026! L-am vizitat. \u0218i a continuat amuzat\u0103 \u2026 aici locuiesc. Vlad i-a \u00eentins m\u00e2na \u0219i s-a prezentat:
\n\u2013Eu sunt Vlad Filipescu. \u0218i locuiesc acolo, zise, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd cu degetul un punct neclar. Spre cula ce-\u0219i ridica cu\u0219ma trufa\u015f\u0103 din verdele p\u0103durii, i se p\u0103ru S\u00e2nzienei.
\n\u2013S\u00e2nziana. \u0218i locuiesc acolo, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd spre sat.
\n\u2013F\u0103r\u0103 sup\u0103rare Vlad, acum vom avea un ghid mai documentat! S\u00e2nziana a z\u00e2mbit. \u00cei suflase jobul!
\n\u00cen s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile urm\u0103toare, \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor sau nu, Vlad \u0219i-a g\u0103sit tot mai des grupuri de turi\u0219ti, pe c\u00e2nd S\u00e2nziana, la fel de \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, c\u0103uta s\u0103-i \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103. Se salutau \u0219i uneori, mergeau \u00eempreun\u0103 pe uli\u021bele colbuite. Prietenia lui Vlad i se p\u0103rea S\u00e2nzienei cel mai frumos lucru ce i se \u00eent\u00e2mplase. P\u00e2n\u0103 acum, singura ei bucurie era s\u0103 cutreiere p\u0103durea singur\u0103, adun\u00e2nd flori ori ierburi de leac, a\u015fa cum o \u00eenv\u0103\u0163ase mama. I se face uneori, un dor sf\u00e2\u015fietor de verile copil\u0103riei c\u00e2nd mergea al\u0103turi de ea, ascult\u00e2nd pove\u015ftile despre flori \u015fi ierburi de leac, pe care s\u0103 le culegi p\u00e2n\u0103 la Amu\u0163itul cucului: sun\u0103toare, coada \u015foricelului, romani\u0163\u0103, rostopasc\u0103 pentru tratarea negilor, rodul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului pentru spor, pelin pentru vin, busuiocul fetelor \u015fi ierburi pentru desc\u00e2ntece. \u00cempleteau c\u00e2te o coroni\u0163\u0103 din s\u00e2nziene \u015fi spice de gr\u00e2u \u015fi ca \u00eentr-un ritual numai de ele \u015ftiut, \u015fi le a\u015fezau una alteia pe cap. Mama o prindea de m\u00e2ini \u015fi se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau r\u00e2z\u00e2nd \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd\u2026 ,,Eu \u00ees m\u00e2ndr\u0103 \u015fi frumoas\u0103 Ca tine ap\u0103 r\u0103uroas\u0103, Eu \u00ees ruj\u0103 \u015fi cicoare, Ca un boboc de floare, Eu \u00ees ca sf\u00e2ntul soare C\u00e2nd r\u0103sare.\u201d
\nS\u00e2nziana s-a \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat s\u0103 termine \u0219coala de institutori. Preotul Iliu\u021b\u0103 o luase pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, c\u00e2nd le preda copiilor \u0219i a v\u0103zut cum se apropiase fata de ei.
\n\u2013S\u00e2nziana drag\u0103, tu e\u0219ti f\u0103cut\u0103 s\u0103 fii dasc\u0103l!
\n\u00cei era recunosc\u0103toare pentru c\u0103 le purta de grij\u0103, ei \u015fi fra\u0163ilor ei, le pl\u0103tea cheltuielile cu \u0219coala \u0219i rechizitele. Restul cheltuielilor erau acoperite din aloca\u021bii \u0219i ajutorul fratelui tat\u0103lui lor \u0219i m\u0103tu\u0219ii Lucre\u021bia. Acestora \u00eens\u0103, nu le z\u0103bovea prea mult \u00een preajm\u0103 pentru c\u0103 tot insistau s\u0103 se m\u0103rite cu Iosif, mult mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u0219i tare zg\u00e2rcit!. \u00cen felul \u0103sta, sc\u0103pau de grija lor.
\nC\u00e2nd ajungea cu g\u00e2ndul aici, S\u00e2nziana ofta \u0219i-\u0219i trecea degetele peste frunte, \u00een \u00eencercarea de a-\u0219i alunga fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103rile. Iosif \u00ee\u0219i declarase inten\u021bia s\u0103 o ia de nevast\u0103. Nici prin g\u00e2nd s\u0103 nu-i treac\u0103! Venise \u00eempreun\u0103 cu unchiul \u0219i m\u0103tu\u0219a \u00een vizit\u0103, apoi alte \u015fi alte vizite. \u00centr-una din acestea, cutezase s\u0103-i arunce, ca din \u00eent\u00e2mplare ,,c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 fim c\u0103s\u0103tori\u021bi\u201d. S\u00e2nziana n-a putut articula nici m\u0103car un sunet! Era paralizat\u0103 de fric\u0103 \u015fi de furie iar t\u0103cerea i-a fost interpretat\u0103 ca o acceptare.
\n\u2013S\u00e2nziana, \u00eei zise m\u0103tu\u015fa, noi ne g\u00e2ndir\u0103m c\u0103 ar fi bine s\u0103 punem nunta \u00een ultima s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 din iunie!
\n\u2013Tu\u0219ic\u0103, eu nu am zis c\u0103 m\u0103 m\u0103rit, a articulat ea timid, cu z\u00e2mbetul pe buze, s\u0103 \u00eendulceasc\u0103 cumva, spusele. Dar privirile le erau ucig\u0103toare. Dup\u0103 plecarea lor r\u0103mase mult\u0103 vreme blocat\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nduri ap\u0103s\u0103toare. C\u00e2nd s-a dezmeticit, Oti, sora cea mic\u0103, o privea curioas\u0103, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-\u015fi la piept p\u0103pu\u0219a. S\u00e2nziana \u00eei ciufuli c\u00e2rlion\u0163ii blonzi. Am eu oare dreptul s\u0103 le iau speran\u021ba la o via\u021b\u0103 mai bun\u0103? Doamne, ce s\u0103 fac?
\nS\u00e2nziana \u00eel a\u0219tepta la Podul Dr\u0103gaicei pe Vlad, cu inima zburd\u00e2nd peste valea \u00eenverzit\u0103 din fa\u021ba ei. Vlad o \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 cu un salut \u0219i un s\u0103rut adiat pe obraz. Au cobor\u00e2t drumul spre ora\u0219, unul l\u00e2ng\u0103 cel\u0103lalt, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd \u0219i bucur\u00e2ndu-se de soarele amiezii \u0219i de sunetele p\u0103durii, de susurul Tisei \u0219i de bucuria c\u0103 sunt \u00eempreun\u0103. Adia un v\u00e2nt fragil dinspre vale. O \u00eembie la o cafea. La cotul Tisei, Vlad o apuc\u0103 spre dreapta, \u00een loc de a merge spre ora\u0219. \u0218tia c\u0103 \u00een direc\u021bia asta este cula pe care o vedea \u00een fiecare zi c\u00e2nd venea la Podul Dr\u0103gaicei. S-au oprit \u00een fa\u021ba cl\u0103dirii cu ziduri groase, v\u0103ruite alb, cu cerdacul larg plin de mu\u0219cate ro\u0219ii.
\n\u2013Aici locuiesc. Casa a fost a str\u0103bunicilor \u0219i c\u00e2nd p\u0103rin\u021bii mei s-au \u00eentors \u00een \u021bar\u0103, au renovat-o pentru a ne fi cas\u0103 de var\u0103, r\u0103spunse Vlad la \u00eentreb\u0103rile nerostite din ochii S\u00e2nzienei. A deschis por\u021bile grele de stejar \u0219i i-a f\u0103cut loc s\u0103 intre. De c\u00e2te ori nu \u015fi-a imaginat S\u00e2nziana, st\u00e2nd la Pod, cum ar fi s\u0103 fie asta casa ei! P\u0103\u0219i cu sfial\u0103, privind \u00een jur. Iar c\u00e2nd a intrat, \u00eei trecu prin cap s\u0103-\u0219i scoat\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103l\u021b\u0103rile devenite dintr-o dat\u0103 nedemne de a c\u0103lca podelele lustruite. Un pian alb ca filde\u015ful se r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163a \u00een mijlocul salonului. P\u0103rea o pas\u0103re mare, alb\u0103, cu aripi sidefii. Vlad o lu\u0103 \u00eenaintea S\u00eenzienei \u0219i ea \u00eel urm\u0103, \u00een v\u00e2rful picioarelor pe o scar\u0103 din lemn, p\u00e2n\u0103 sus la etaj. Cerdacul ocupa toat\u0103 fa\u0163ada catului superior, cu arcade sprijinite pe coloane scunde \u015fi groase de unde putea s\u0103 vad\u0103 \u00eentinderea p\u0103durii.
\nDou\u0103 fotolii imense de nuiele, acoperite de cergi albe din l\u00e2n\u0103, tronau spa\u0163iul din cerdac. Se pierduse \u00een lini\u0219tea aproape ireal\u0103 \u0219i verdele cerdacului. Tres\u0103ri c\u00e2nd se \u00eentoarse Vlad cu o tav\u0103 de bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bi \u0219i dou\u0103 cafele aburinde. Tres\u0103rirea aia ajunse p\u00e2n\u0103-n sufletul lui Vlad. S\u00e2nziana nu-i sem\u0103na mamei. Avea p\u0103rul negru cu reflexii de cupru, privirea verde cu iriz\u0103ri aurii \u015fi corp frumos cl\u0103dit \u015fi bronzat de soarele s\u0103n\u0103tos al dimine\u0163ilor petrecute \u00een drumul spre \u015fcoal\u0103. \u00cens\u0103, nimic nu declan\u015f\u0103 mai mult \u00een Vlad zbaterea aia din co\u015ful pieptului, a\u015fa cum a f\u0103cut-o simpla ei tres\u0103rire. Ar fi vrut s\u0103 o \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feze, s\u0103 o ocroteasc\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 nu-i mai dea drumul. La \u00eentoarcerea \u00een sat, S\u00e2nziana insistase s\u0103 nu o conduc\u0103 acas\u0103. Nu, nu este nevoie! Se descurc\u0103 \u0219i nu trebuie s\u0103-\u0219i iroseasc\u0103 el vremea. Pe nesim\u0163ite, cerul \u00ee\u015fi domolise ar\u015fi\u0163a \u015fi \u00ee\u015fi aprinse o stea deasupra brazilor. Vlad \u00eei ridic\u0103 fa\u0163a, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-i ochii. Voia s\u0103-i citeasc\u0103 \u00een suflet. Era ceva ciudat \u015fi s\u0103lbatic \u00een fata asta, pe care el nu \u015fi-l putea explica \u015fi care-l tulbura peste m\u0103sur\u0103. Niciodat\u0103 n-a v\u0103zut \u00een ochii cuiva at\u00e2ta triste\u0163e, at\u00e2ta lupt\u0103. \u00cei atinse u\u015for cu palma, conturul p\u0103rului, al fe\u0163ei. Un s\u0103rut ca un fluture se a\u015fez\u0103 pe buzele ei, apoi Vlad \u00ee\u015fi \u00eengrop\u0103 fa\u0163a \u00een p\u0103rul ce mirosea a f\u00e2n proasp\u0103t cosit. S\u00e2nziana se pred\u0103 cu totul \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103rii \u015fi timpul scurs \u00eentre ei nu mai avea dimensiune. Iar c\u00e2nd \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit s-a putut smulge din nemi\u015fcare, sufletul a continuat a-i pl\u00e2nge. Nu-l putea l\u0103sa s\u0103 vad\u0103 unde locuie\u0219te! \u0218i, \u00een noaptea aia a luat hot\u0103r\u00e2rea. Se va m\u0103rit\u0103 cu Iosif!
\nS\u00e2nziana \u00ee\u0219i trecu m\u00e2na peste rochia de mireas\u0103 si voalul de borangic a\u0219ezate pe lada de zestre a mamei. Lada si voalul erau singurele lucruri ce-i aminteau de p\u0103rin\u021bi, \u00een afar\u0103 de casa b\u0103tr\u00e2neasc\u0103, ad\u0103post pentru patru suflete. \u00ce\u015fi \u00eengrop\u0103 fa\u0163a \u00een voalul moale \u015fi \u00een minte \u00eei ap\u0103ru chipul mamei. Dou\u0103 lacrimi grele o ardeau sub pleoape. Doamne, nu-mi vine s\u0103 cred ce-am f\u0103cut! ,,Tu, ap\u0103 bun\u0103 \u015fi curat\u0103, Ajut\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 fiu fa\u021b\u0103 de to\u0163i feciorii c\u0103utat\u0103, De-oi fi \u015fi m\u0103ritat\u0103.\u201d
\nVlad \u00eencercase s\u0103-i \u021bin\u0103 calea dar i-a sc\u0103pat printre degete. Singura dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd n-a putut s\u0103-l evite a r\u0103mas cu ochii ag\u0103\u021ba\u021bi de privirea lui, sc\u0103p\u0103r\u00e2nd de \u00eentreb\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns. De ce, S\u00e2nziana? De ce, de ce? Nici eu nu \u015ftiu de ce!
\nEra Sf\u00e2ntul Ioan de var\u0103. Iosif a aflat de vizita lui Vlad. A privit-o cu ur\u0103 \u015fi a lovit-o cu sete peste fa\u021b\u0103. Ea, doar s-a cl\u0103tinat o clip\u0103, a str\u00e2ns pleoapele \u0219i \u0219i-a luat obrajii \u00een palme, ro\u0219ii ca focul. T\u00e2mpla-i zv\u00e2cnea a revolt\u0103. Nu-\u015fi aminte\u015fte c\u00e2nd a ie\u015fit \u00een strad\u0103, \u00een r\u0103coarea binef\u0103c\u0103toare a \u00eenser\u0103rii. \u00ce\u015fi aminte\u015fte doar de picioarele goale rostogolindu-se prin colbul uli\u0163ei, dep\u0103\u015find Podul Dr\u0103gaicei. Apuc\u0103 spre p\u0103dure, abia ating\u00e2nd iarba deas\u0103, s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd r\u0103nit\u0103 \u00een buc\u0103\u0163ile de piatr\u0103. Urc\u0103 poteca de pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 troi\u0163a unde p\u00e2lp\u00e2ia slab o candel\u0103 veche. P\u0103durea fo\u015fnea un murmur c\u00e2ntat \u015fi o buh\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi \u0163ipa singur\u0103tatea. Luna plin\u0103 arginta poiana peste care se insinua \u00eencet un voal de cea\u0163\u0103. Sc\u00e2nteia\u015fii se \u00een\u015firau de-o parte \u015fi de alta a potecii. Aerul p\u0103rea \u00eencremenit \u00een mister. Se opri nehot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103, privind \u00een juru-i, ascult\u00e2nd \u015foaptele p\u0103durii. P\u0103rul curg\u00e2nd peste umerii rotunzi, pieptul plin, pe jum\u0103tate acoperit de c\u0103ma\u015fa alb\u0103 de in, bra\u0163ele \u00eentr-o mut\u0103 dezolare, aducea mai mult a n\u0103luc\u0103. \u00cempleti cunun\u0103 fermecat\u0103, din floare de soare, s\u00e2nge de voinic, sulfin\u0103 \u015fi spice de gr\u00e2u, murmur\u00e2nd desc\u00e2ntece \u015foptite. I-o a\u015fez\u0103 mamei pe cap \u015fi mama i-o puse pe-a ei. S\u00e2nzian\u0103, nu fii trist\u0103! Nu e bine s\u0103 fii trist\u0103 noaptea asta! \u0218tii doar! Hai, mai bine s\u0103 ne \u00eemb\u0103iem \u00een apa de stele! O \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103 \u015fi prinser\u0103 a se roti, printre flori de rou\u0103, prin v\u0103zduh, p\u00e2n\u0103 la cer\u2026 \u00cei alin\u0103 de dor \u015fi de triste\u0163e. ,,Eu \u00ees m\u00e2ndr\u0103 \u015fi frumoas\u0103 Ca tine ap\u0103 r\u00e2uroas\u0103, Eu \u00ees ruj\u0103 \u015fi cicoare, Ca un boboc de floare, Eu \u00ees ca sf\u00e2ntul soare C\u00e2nd r\u0103sare\u201d.
\nDincolo de poian\u0103 sclipeau doi ochi verzi. F\u0103cu c\u00e2\u0163iva pa\u015fi c\u0103tre el, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd \u015fi chem\u00e2ndu-l din priviri. \u00centinse m\u00e2inile, pluti p\u00e2n\u0103 la el \u015fi o fericire f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit \u00eei cuprinse inima. ,,De acas\u0103 am pornit, La tine am venit \u00cenainte de r\u0103s\u0103rit\u201d. Ochii lui Vlad o priveau z\u00e2mbind, o s\u0103rutau, o iubeau, se pierdeau \u00een p\u0103rul fetei mirosind a f\u00e2n proasp\u0103t cosit \u015fi a flori de p\u0103dure\u2026
\nM\u0103 cheam\u0103 S\u00e2nziana. Oamenii din sat \u00eemi zic uneori, \u00een r\u00e2s, Dr\u0103gaica.
\nUn tren \u0219erpuie\u0219te \u00een vale, pierz\u00e2ndu-se \u00een desi\u015ful p\u0103durii. \u00cemi imaginez c\u0103, \u00eentr-o zi, \u00eemi voi lua r\u0103mas bun de la podul meu de piatr\u0103 si m\u0103 voi urca \u00een trenul \u0103la.
\nUn h\u0103u cenu\u015fiu se a\u015fternea la picioarele lor. Un h\u0103u \u015fi dou\u0103 cununi pereche din flori de s\u00e2nziene. ,,Ap\u0103 r\u00e2uroas\u0103, Las\u0103-m\u0103 frumoas\u0103, Las\u0103-m\u0103 cr\u0103ias\u0103, De feciori aleas\u0103!\u201d.<\/p>\n


\n Teodor DUME<\/strong>
\n\"\"

E t\u00e2rziu \u015fi e toamn\u0103, ana<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een serile c\u00e2nd to\u0163i Dumnezeii
\nmerg la culcare mi-a\u015f dori
\ns\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een mine
\n\u00eentr-o lume numai a mea
\ns\u0103 devin Dumnezeul tuturor iubirilor s\u0103
\nfac schimb de iluzii
\n\u015fi-n cele din urm\u0103 s\u0103 te cuceresc
\nca pe o corabie \u00een deriv\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi totu\u015fi…<\/p>\n

a plouat destul \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103
\norizontul e departe
\ncu amintirile-ngropate printre riduri privesc
\ndin prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eenspre toamn\u0103 de\u015fi \u015ftiu
\nc\u0103 scenariul pe care-mi construiesc sentimentele
\ne un plagiat m\u0103 ag\u0103\u0163 de fiecare clip\u0103 \u015fi
\nnu vreau dec\u00e2t s\u0103 te aud vorbindu-mi
\nca \u015fi c\u00e2nd ai fi l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine
\npe aleea de piatr\u0103 ud\u0103
\ns\u0103 urc\u0103m c\u00e2t mai sus…<\/p>\n

te iubesc \u015fi marea e pu\u0163in agitat\u0103
\npesc\u0103ru\u015fii \u00eemi ciugulesc din palm\u0103
\nmisterele au disp\u0103rut
\nsub privirea singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii
\napare uscatul
\ncamuflat cu lini\u015fti m\u0103 apropii \u00eencet \u015fi nesigur
\ndurerea pulseaz\u0103 ca un fluture r\u0103t\u0103cit
\ne t\u00e2rziu \u015fi e toamn\u0103
\ninima mi-o \u00eemp\u0103turesc \u00een dou\u0103 pentru acum \u015fi
\npentru atunci c\u00e2nd nu voi mai putea respira f\u0103r\u0103 tine<\/p>\n

e t\u00e2rziu \u015fi e toamn\u0103…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cenaclul poe\u021bilor uita\u021bi Victor Eftimiu (n. 24 ianuarie 1889, Bobo\u0219ti\u021ba, Albania \u2013 d. 27 noiembrie 1972, Bucure\u0219ti) A fost un<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":18831,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19362"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=19362"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19365,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19362\/revisions\/19365"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}