{"id":19370,"date":"2022-10-06T21:55:29","date_gmt":"2022-10-06T18:55:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19370"},"modified":"2022-10-06T21:55:29","modified_gmt":"2022-10-06T18:55:29","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-84-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19370","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 84 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia lumii<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

L\u00eado IVO<\/strong>
\n (1924 \u2013 2012)
\n\"\"

Poet, eseist, romancier, \u0219i traduc\u0103tor brazilian. Unul dintre exponen\u021bii influen\u021bi ai \u201eGenera\u021biei 1945\u201d, asociat\u0103 mi\u0219c\u0103rii moderniste \u00een literatura \u021b\u0103rii sale. S-a n\u0103scut la Macei\u00f3, ora\u0219 \u00een care \u00ee\u0219i face studiile primare \u0219i secundare. \u00cen 1940 se stabile\u0219te la Recife, unde \u00ee\u0219i perfecteaz\u0103 forma\u021bia cultural\u0103, particip\u00e2nd la Primul Congres de Poezie. \u00cen 1943, se \u00eenscrie la facultate de drept a Universit\u0103\u021bii din Rio de Janeiro, de aici \u00eencolo colabor\u00e2nd la suplimente literare \u0219i activ\u00e2nd \u00een pres\u0103 ca jurnalist profesionist. Debuteaz\u0103 cu volumul de poeme \u201eImagina\u021bii\u201d (1944), \u00een anul urm\u0103tor public\u00e2nd \u201eOde \u0219i elegii\u201d, carte considerat\u0103 turnant\u0103 \u00een poezia brazilian\u0103 \u0219i apreciat\u0103 cu Premiul Academiei, institu\u021bie a c\u0103rui membru devine \u00een anul 1986. A tradus din operele lui Maupassant, Rimbaud, Dostoievski etc. Din bibliografia sa mai re\u021binem: \u201eEveniment Sonet\u201d (1948), \u201eOd\u0103 ecuatorial\u0103\u201d (1951), \u201eUn brazilian la Paris \u0219i Regele Europei\u201d (1955), \u201eGara Central\u0103\u201d (1964), \u201eSoldatul privat\u201d (1980), \u201eMarele ocean\u201d (1987), \u201ePoezii complete \u201d (2004).
\n \u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/p>\n

Patria mea<\/p>\n

Patria mea nu e limba portughez\u0103.
\nNicio limb\u0103 nu e patria.
\nPatria mea e p\u0103m\u00e2ntul moale \u0219i lipicios pe care m-am n\u0103scut
\n\u0219i v\u00e2ntul ce bate peste Macei\u00f3.
\nPatria sunt crabii ce alearg\u0103 \u00een noroiul din h\u0103\u021bi\u0219ul mangrovelor
\n\u0219i oceanul ale c\u0103rui valuri \u00eemi mai ud\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 picioarele c\u00e2nd visez.
\nPatria mea sunt liliecii ce at\u00e2rn\u0103 de bol\u021bile joase-a bisericilor \u0219ubrezite de cari,
\nnebunii care danseaz\u0103 \u00een amurg l\u00e2ng\u0103 mare
\n\u0219i cerul curbat de constela\u021bii.
\nPatria mea sunt sirenele vapoarelor
\n\u0219i farul de pe culmea colinei.
\nPatria mea e m\u00e2na cer\u0219etorului \u00een diminea\u021ba radioas\u0103.
\nEa sunt \u0219antierele navale \u00een ruinare
\n\u0219i cimitirele marine unde-s str\u0103mo\u0219ii mei
\n…[tuberculoz\u0103, \u0219i bolnavii nu se mai opresc din tuse
\n… [\u0219i tremurul \u00een nop\u021bile reci
\n\u0219i mirosul de zah\u0103r din depozitele portuare<\/p>\n

\u0219i chefalii ce se zbat \u00een mrejele pescarilor
\n\u0219i tulpinile de ceap\u0103 ondulate-n \u00eentuneric
\n\u0219i ploaia ce cade peste \u021barcuri pentru pe\u0219ti.
\nLimba pe care o vorbesc \u0219i-n care scriu nu e \u0219i nu a fost vreodat\u0103 patria mea.
\nNicio limb\u0103 \u00een\u0219el\u0103toare nu e patria.
\nEa \u00eemi serve\u0219te doar s\u0103 celebrez marea \u0219i s\u0103raca mea patrie mut\u0103,
\npatria mea dizenteric\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 din\u021bi, f\u0103r\u0103 gramatic\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 dic\u021bionar,
\npatria mea f\u0103r\u0103 limb\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte.<\/p>\n


\nIlumin\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu m\u0103 las peste tine ca un stol de p\u0103s\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

\u0218i totul e dragoste, magie, cabal\u0103.
\nTrupul t\u0103u e frumos ca lumina p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\n\u00een \u00eemp\u0103r\u021birea perfect\u0103-a echinoc\u021biului.<\/p>\n

Suma cerurilor trec\u00e2nd \u00eentre dou\u0103 hangare
\ntu e\u0219ti \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea tuturor \u0219i \u0219arpele pe
\nfabulosul etaj matrimonial.<\/p>\n

Noaptea se preschimb\u0103-n zi pentru c\u0103 exi\u0219ti
\nfeminin \u0219i deplin \u00een bra\u021bele mele
\nca dou\u0103 lumi gemene \u00eentr-o singur\u0103 stea.<\/p>\n


\nEternitatea premeditat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aceasta va \u00eensemna eternitatea:
\no ne\u00eencetat\u0103 urcare a sc\u0103rilor.<\/p>\n

\u0218i vei fi mereu \u00een v\u00e2rful sc\u0103rilor
\nchiar dac\u0103 fiecare zi e doar o treapt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doamne, de ce ai f\u0103ptuit eternitatea?
\nDe ce ne faci s\u0103 urc\u0103m at\u00e2tea sc\u0103ri?<\/p>\n


\nCerurile<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ziua plin\u0103 de stele
\nca noaptea \u00een care a\u0219tept vinul
\nce-mi va r\u0103sp\u00e2ndi sufletul
\n\u00een ceruri.<\/p>\n

\u00cen noaptea cu v\u00e2nt
\nmoartea va fi un fior
\nstr\u0103lucirea unei negre lumini
\n\u00een ceruri.<\/p>\n

\u0218i totul va fi t\u0103cere
\n\u0219i uitare va fi
\n\u00een ve\u0219nicia nop\u021bii,
\n\u0219i v\u00e2ntul. <\/p>\n


\nOceanul secret<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd te iubesc
\nsunt supusul stelelor.
\nUn num\u0103r prezideaz\u0103
\n\u00eent\u00e2lnirea noastr\u0103 \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n

Vino \u0219i pleac\u0103 precum
\nzilele \u0219i nop\u021bile
\nanotimpurile \u0219i mareele
\napa \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n

Iubire, respira\u021bie a
\noceanului nostru secret.<\/p>\n


\nPe\u0219tii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe\u0219tii \u2013 \u00een lac, mici s\u0103ge\u021bi ascunse
\nprintre pietre \u0219i noroi \u00eenainteaz\u0103
\nafectate ca dragostea.
\nVino m\u00e2n\u0103 a dorin\u021bei \u0219i tulbur\u0103 apa limpede
\n\u0219i va fi iubire, va fi soare ce p\u0103trunde-n cr\u0103p\u0103turi nup\u021biale,
\ns\u0103bii \u00eensalivate.<\/p>\n


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

Apa pe care am b\u0103ut-o
\ndin f\u00e2nt\u00e2na rece
\nmi-a ars buzele.<\/p>\n

Apa, at\u00e2t de rece,
\nca focul aprins
\nchiar \u00een sufletul meu.<\/p>\n

La fel \u0219i dragostea,
\nfocul pe care \u00eel bei
\ndin f\u00e2nt\u00e2na rece.<\/p>\n

La fel \u0219i moartea.
\nApa rece stinge
\nfocul ce arde.<\/p>\n


\nTriumf<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un Arc de Triumf.
\nDar ce triumf, dac\u0103 totul e
\n\u00eenfr\u00e2ngere \u0219i naufragiu?
\nTrecut, timpuri pierdute
\ngonesc prin gura
\nleilor \u00eenfuria\u021bi
\n\u0219i prin gropi de granit.
\n\u00cenconjura\u021bi de porumbei
\nturi\u0219tii gurluie
\npre limba mor\u021bii.
\nDoar o frunz\u0103 galben\u0103
\nzbur\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 de v\u00e2nt
\n\u00een v\u0103zduhul umed al toamnei
\ne tot ce-a mai r\u0103mas
\ndin grandoarea Romei.<\/p>\n


\n\u00centrebarea<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eCine nu merge pe propriile picioare
\nnu va ob\u021bine niciodat\u0103 via\u021ba ve\u0219nic\u0103\u201d
\nasta mi-a spus \u00eengerul c\u00e2nd m\u0103 v\u0103zuse st\u00e2nd
\npe una din treptele bisericii Santa Maria degli Angeli.
\nAstfel c\u0103 m-am ridicat \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 merg.
\nAm \u00eenaintat \u00een nava \u00eentunecat\u0103 a bisericii
\n\u0219i l-am \u00eentrebat pe Dumnezeul
\n(era Dumnezeul turi\u0219tilor) apei \u0219i focului.<\/p>\n


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

\u00centreaga via\u021ba e scurt\u0103
\nindiferent c\u00e2t dureaz\u0103
\n\u00eentre nisip \u0219i v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Dragostea toat\u0103 e lumin\u0103
\nmai u\u0219oar\u0103 dec\u00e2t z\u0103pada
\nce cade peste iarb\u0103.<\/p>\n

Via\u021ba toat\u0103 e \u00eentuneric
\nat\u00e2t c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eencap\u0103, poate,
\nlumina a o sut\u0103 de lum\u00e2n\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Fiece fruct e amar:
\nmu\u015fc\u0103-l de moarte cu
\nsingurul dinte ce \u021bi-a r\u0103mas.<\/p>\n

\u00centreaga eternitatea
\nnu dureaz\u0103 nici barem un minut
\n\u00een diminea\u021ba senin\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nC\u0103l\u0103tor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plec din Paris pentru-a ajunge-n Italia
\nAcum \u0219tiu c\u0103 via\u021ba nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 un vis
\n\u0219i lumea e una.
\nCal curajos, ziua se aplec\u0103 \u0219i bea apa
\nbarajelor ce dau lumin\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.
\nC\u0103l\u0103toresc: totul etern e \u0219i fabulos.
\n\u00centre Floren\u021ba \u0219i Roma, pe linia universului,
\n\u00eenfloresc l\u0103m\u00e2i.
\nIar frumuse\u021bea lumii cade peste mine \u0219i m\u0103 unge.
\nIar cerul albastru se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te, z\u0103mislind p\u0103s\u0103ri.<\/p>\n


\nVirgil DIACONU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Castelul <\/strong><\/p>\n

Despre copilul acela nu mai \u015ftiu nimic.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i castelul s-a ascuns de mine printre ruine.
\nUneori, m\u0103 \u00eempiedic de turnurile \u015fi ferestrele lui,
\ndau cu picioru-n solda\u0163i. \u015ei trec nep\u0103s\u0103tor
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 prin\u0163esa de aur. <\/p>\n

Eu nu mai \u015ftiu nimic despre copilul din care am plecat.
\nCire\u015ful, care m\u0103 a\u015ftepta \u00een fiecare diminea\u0163\u0103 la col\u0163,
\n\u00ee\u015fi \u00eentoarce acum ochii \u00een alt\u0103 parte.
\n\u015ei poate c\u0103 ar lua-o la fug\u0103 printre frunze,
\ndac\u0103 ni\u015fte pu\u015fti nu l-ar trage cu putere de m\u00e2nec\u0103.<\/p>\n

Despre copilul acela nu mai \u015ftiu nimic.
\nVr\u0103biile s-au mutat de la mine cu toate cuiburile.
\nEu am c\u0103zut p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi \u00een dizgra\u0163ia zilei mele de na\u015ftere,
\na singurei zile c\u00e2nd \u00eemi amintesc c\u0103 exist. \u015ei caut r\u0103spuns.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi propria cas\u0103 m-a scos \u00een br\u00e2nci pe sc\u0103ri.
\nCasa mea e pe drum, mi-am spus, pe drum\u2026<\/p>\n

Despre copilul acela nu mai \u015ftiu nimic.
\n\u015ei totu\u015fi, castelul \u00eemi iese dinainte, uneori,
\ncu toate luminile aprinse, ca o corabie care taie \u00eentunericul.
\n\u015ei prin\u0163esa cu cire\u015fe la urechi m\u0103 ia de m\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u015fi alearg\u0103 cu mine prin ierburi.<\/p>\n

Negre\u015fit, \u00een noaptea aceasta m\u0103 voi \u00eentoarce!
\n\u00cen noaptea aceasta am s\u0103 m\u0103 furi\u015fez printre paznicii adormi\u0163i.
\nTiptil, s\u0103 nu trezesc str\u0103jerii, p\u0103s\u0103rile \u00eentunecate de pe metereze.
\n\u00cen noaptea aceasta am s\u0103 a\u015ftept \u00een turn ivirea zorilor.
\nIvirea prin\u0163esei. Acum nu mai aud dec\u00e2t r\u00e2sul ei
\ncare sparge \u00een \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri diminea\u0163a. <\/p>\n


\nFluturii alba\u015ftri <\/strong> <\/p>\n

\u0162ara este \u00een criz\u0103. <\/p>\n

Dar tu e\u015fti singurul care ai primit aprobarea
\ns\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i duci mai departe viziunile, fluturii alba\u015ftri,
\nmi-a spus \u00eengerul meu p\u0103zitor.
\n\u015ei dreptul la via\u0163\u0103 \u0163i-a fost garantat \u00een continuare.
\nDreptul la via\u0163\u0103 cu acele \u00een vene…
\nStai lini\u015ftit, mi-a spus \u00eengerul meu p\u0103zitor.
\nCineva \u00ee\u0163i va strecura \u00een fiecare zi sub cear\u015faf
\no doz\u0103 de glucoz\u0103, pentru a-\u0163i duce mai departe viziunile,
\nfluturii alba\u015ftri. <\/p>\n

Da, fluturii vor fi liberi s\u0103 zboare prin pia\u0163a cea mare,
\nunde primarul \u00ee\u015fi \u00eemparte minciunile \u015fi sarmalele electorale.
\n\u0218i for\u021bele de ordine \u00eei vor l\u0103sa s\u0103 zboare \u00een voie!
\n\u015ei chiar s\u0103 apar\u0103 la \u015ftirile de sear\u0103.
\n– S\u0103 nu crezi c\u0103 ei au fost aresta\u0163i
\npentru \u201etulburarea lini\u015ftii publice\u201d, a\u015fa cum se zvone\u015fte.
\nS\u0103 nu crezi, mi-a spus \u00eengerul meu secret,
\nlustruindu-\u015fi tresele\u2026 At\u00e2ta doar c\u0103 de-acum \u00eenainte
\nfluturii alba\u015ftri vor fi programa\u0163i pe calculator,
\npentru ca ei s\u0103 zboare organizat, \u00een pluton.
\n\u015ei pentru ca niciun curcubeu s\u0103 nu mai dea buzna pe cer,
\nde capul lui \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 acte \u00een regul\u0103. <\/p>\n

A\u015fa mi-a spus \u00eengerul meu secret, d\u00e2ndu-mi asigur\u0103ri
\nc\u0103 voi putea s\u0103 lucrez mai departe la fluturii alba\u015ftri\u2026
\nCu acele \u00een vene \u015fi cu tubul de glucoz\u0103 primit pe furi\u015f,
\nvoi putea s\u0103 lucrez mai departe.
\n\u015ei poate c\u0103 \u00eentr-o clip\u0103 de neaten\u0163ie a for\u021belor de ordine
\nfluturii mei vor umple iar\u0103\u015fi cerul! Da, eu voi transmite
\npe toate canalele vederi din s\u00e2ngele meu albastru\u2026
\n\u00centr-o clip\u0103 de neaten\u0163ie a for\u021belor de ordine.<\/p>\n

Desigur, eu voi am\u00e2na glon\u0163ul \u015fi de data aceasta.
\nGlon\u0163ul, acest suvenir din c\u0103l\u0103toriile mele occidentale.
\nUn suvenir pe care \u00eel voi l\u0103sa mo\u015ftenire fiilor mei,
\nspre a le fi de folos la nevoie.<\/p>\n


\nApari\u0163ii <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sub strea\u015fina glasului t\u0103u
\nm\u0103 \u00eentorc seara \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, mam\u0103,
\n\u00een gr\u0103dina smintit\u0103 de cire\u015fii \u00eenflori\u0163i \u015fi de vr\u0103bii. <\/p>\n

Nu mai cuprinzi lucrurile\u2026
\nUmbli prin camere, m\u0103sori singur\u0103tatea.
\n\u00centre fotoliu \u015fi pat, singur\u0103tatea. <\/p>\n

Cana cu ap\u0103 a r\u0103mas neatins\u0103, ceasul a \u00eempietrit \u00een perete.
\n\u015ei f\u0103pturile din album au dat n\u0103val\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103.
\nEle umbl\u0103 z\u0103lude prin camere, m\u0103soar\u0103 singur\u0103tatea.
\nIat\u0103-l pe bunicul \u00een hainele lui de parad\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi cu medaliile pe piept. Cu toate medaliile,
\nca s\u0103-\u0163i alunge t\u0103cerea \u015fi teama.
\nIat\u0103 fecioara, care are chiar m\u00e2inile tale.
\n\u015ei care alearg\u0103 pe c\u00e2mp dup\u0103 fluturii amiezii. <\/p>\n

Fecioara cu aripi de fluture.
\n\u015ei copilul, care prinde pentru tine soarele coco\u0163at \u00een cire\u015f.
\nToate au dat n\u0103val\u0103 \u00een odaie,
\nde parc\u0103 lacrima nu \u0163i-ar fi de ajuns. <\/p>\n

Da, uneori, tu m\u0103 treze\u015fti din somn
\n\u015fi \u00eemi ar\u0103\u0163i noaptea b\u0103tut\u0103 \u00een cuiele de argint. \u2013
\nO c\u0103l\u0103torie pentru care nu sunt nici acum preg\u0103tit.
\n\u015ei pentru care nu voi fi niciodat\u0103. <\/p>\n

Copacii din gr\u0103din\u0103 se dau cu capul de pere\u0163ii casei.
\n\u015ei eu m\u0103 \u00eenchid \u00een camera mea.
\nNici n-am v\u0103zut c\u00e2nd m-am lovit de cana cu ap\u0103.
\nDe cana cu ap\u0103, din care se vede bine c\u0103 a b\u0103ut cineva\u2026 <\/p>\n

\u00centotdeauna se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 ceva peste puterile mele.
\nCeasul din perete m\u0103 strig\u0103 toat\u0103 noaptea cu b\u0103t\u0103ile lui.
\n\u015ei inima alearg\u0103 ca o nebun\u0103 pe-afar\u0103,
\nprin gr\u0103dina smintit\u0103 de floarea de cire\u015f \u015fi de vr\u0103bii.
\nNici nu mai \u015ftiu dac\u0103 vrea s\u0103 ia \u00een bra\u0163e p\u0103durea
\nsau s\u0103 \u00eengroape totul \u00een cenu\u015f\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nNisipul <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Nisipul intr\u0103-n ora\u015f.
\nNu-l vede nimeni, niciodat\u0103 nimeni.
\nNumai ceasul din turn \u00eel veste\u015fte uneori
\nc\u00e2nd un fir de nisip se rostogole\u015fte cu zgomot
\nprin m\u0103runtaiele lui de fier, printre ro\u0163ile timpului. <\/p>\n

Nisipul intr\u0103-n ora\u015f.
\nNu-l bag\u0103 nimeni \u00een seam\u0103,
\nignoran\u0163a noastr\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi face veacul \u00een lumea ideilor.
\nNumai copacul c\u0103zut l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine,
\ncu bra\u0163ele deschise l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, pare s\u0103-i fi v\u0103zut chipul.
\nNumai el pare s\u0103-l fi v\u0103zut fa\u0163\u0103 c\u0103tre fa\u0163\u0103.
\nCopacul \u00eengenuncheat \u00een mine.<\/p>\n

Nisipul! O armat\u0103 care se apropie \u00een lini\u015fte \u015fi gata de lupt\u0103.
\nNici o tr\u00e2mbi\u0163\u0103 nu-l veste\u015fte, nici o flamur\u0103 nu \u00eel ridic\u0103 la cer.
\nEl \u00eenainteaz\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna t\u0103cut, cu r\u0103zboinicii \u015fi iscoadele lui.
\n\u015ei las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 pr\u0103p\u0103dul. Nici nu \u00ee\u0163i ridici bine tocul
\ndin pas\u0103rea pe care tocmai o scrii pe cer, c\u0103 pas\u0103rea
\nse face pulbere. Cu zbor cu tot se face pulbere.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi visurile tale s-au f\u0103cut \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri.
\nNisipul! O armat\u0103 t\u0103cut\u0103, care las\u0103 \u00een urma ei
\npulberea cet\u0103\u0163ilor de aur, cenu\u015fa imperiului. <\/p>\n

Nisipul intr\u0103-n ora\u015f \u015fi face ultimele \u00eendrept\u0103ri:
\nfr\u00e2nge gleznele narciselor \u015fi ascunde sub v\u0103lul s\u0103u
\nsur\u00e2sul leprosului. Numai pe mine m\u0103 las\u0103 s\u0103-mi petrec
\nrestul de zi \u00een bra\u0163ele acestei femei cu o mie de petale\u2026 <\/p>\n

Desigur, fericirea mea are o mie de petale.
\nS\u0103 nu te stingi, lumina mea! R\u0103m\u00e2i cu mine! <\/p>\n


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

\u00cen ultima vreme, \u00eentunericul a scos iar\u0103\u015fi capul.
\nEl fr\u00e2nge gleznele ierbii, se viseaz\u0103 rege.
\n\u015ei dac\u0103 Domnul nu mi-ar fi legat
\nm\u00e2inile \u015fi duhul \u00een Sf\u00e2nta Scriptur\u0103,
\neu \u00eenc\u0103 de mult a\u015f fi scurtat de cap \u00eentunericul.
\n\u015ei to\u0163i urma\u015fii lui Iuda, care m\u0103 v\u00e2nd \u00een fiecare zi. <\/p>\n

Dar poate c\u0103 este mai bine s\u0103 \u00eemi fac propriul partid,
\na\u015fa cum \u00eemi ciripeau, mai deun\u0103zi, vr\u0103biile.
\nPartidul meu e floarea de cire\u015f \u2013 le-am spus \u2013,
\n\u00een el s-a \u00eenscris, \u00eenc\u0103 de la \u00eenceput, toat\u0103 p\u0103durea.
\n\u015ei dep\u0103rtarea, stea cu stea. \u015ei ciripitul vr\u0103biilor,
\ncare deja scrie \u00een mine adev\u0103rate poeme de dragoste.
\nIat\u0103 Partidul Florii de Cire\u015f, a c\u0103rui doctrin\u0103
\no \u015ftiu mai bine dec\u00e2t mine cire\u015fele;
\n\u015fi pe care o r\u0103sp\u00e2ndesc mai bine dec\u00e2t mine vr\u0103biile.
\n\u00censu\u015fi Domnul a trecut, \u00een r\u0103coarea dimine\u0163ii,
\npe la mine. El, care a fost \u00eentotdeauna independent
\n\u015fi nu s-a amestecat \u00een niciun partid,
\nva fi acum de partea florii de cire\u015f.
\nDe fapt, el este adev\u0103ratul lider spiritual, vezi,
\nel deja a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi caute adep\u0163i:
\nba \u00een cuiburile co\u0163ofenelor, ba \u00een poiana narciselor,
\nba \u00een vuietul p\u0103durii. El deja a \u00eenceput s\u0103-\u015fi caute adep\u0163i
\n\u015fi s\u0103 \u00eei strige pe nume.<\/p>\n

\u2013 Unde e\u0219ti Moise?
\n\u2013 Sunt aici, Doamne, la masa de scris. Sunt aici:
\n\u00een poemul-co\u0163ofan\u0103, \u00een poemul-narcis\u0103, \u00een poemul-p\u0103dure.
\nFacerea e aproape scris\u0103, Doamne, ia \u015fi cite\u015fte!
\nIa \u015fi cite\u015fte platforma electoral\u0103 a florii de cire\u015f!
\nAceasta este arma pe care am \u0163inut-o p\u00e2n\u0103 acum secret\u0103:
\nFacerea! Arma care pune la zid \u00eentunericul. <\/p>\n


\nCamelia Iuliana RADU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Jurnal de campanie <\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimic nu s-a schimbat.
\nCete de migratori \u0219i cet\u0103\u021bi.
\n\u00cen spatele zidurilor, pl\u00e2nsul se usuc\u0103. <\/p>\n

Pl\u00e2ns peste pl\u00e2ns!
\nPietre peste pietre!<\/p>\n

Nimic nu s-a schimbat\u2026
\nUnii construiesc
\nal\u021bii fur\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nCriza tiranului la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu mai vrea s\u0103 conving\u0103.
\nA uitat de seduc\u021bie. O buturug\u0103 veche,
\nUscat\u0103. Rigidizat\u0103 de putere,
\npietrificat\u0103 \u00een obsesie.<\/p>\n

Pe unde trece \u00eens\u00e2ngereaz\u0103.
\nTo\u021bi fug,
\nTo\u021bi! dezv\u0103luirea din\u021bilor i se pare fireasc\u0103.
\nRictus. A\u0219a \u00eencepe sf\u00e2r\u0219itul.
\nDoar \u0219tim, ceau\u0219escu \u00eennegrit de ur\u0103
\nserios ca un bu\u0219tean p\u0103r\u0103sit
\na sf\u00e2r\u0219it printre rechinii pe care i-a selectat
\ni-a crescut. A fost suficient ca unul
\ns\u0103 mu\u0219te,
\nmirosul de s\u00e2nge i-a incitat pe to\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Unii nu vor s\u0103 o recunoasc\u0103 ca boal\u0103.
\n\u00cenc\u0103 mai cred c\u0103 e strategie.
\nObsesia oarb\u0103 cu direc\u021bie de vector
\nrigid taie. Ruginit\u0103 infecteaz\u0103.
\nUna singur\u0103.
\nUn \u021bip\u0103t uscat.<\/p>\n


\nZilele tiranului la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be sunt num\u0103rate <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cencet, mig\u0103los, cu rafinament pervers.
\nOric\u00e2t de s\u0103n\u0103tos ar fi.
\nSteaua lui neagr\u0103 \u00eel arunc\u0103 \u00een pa\u0219i galopan\u021bi.
\nFoamea \u00eel \u00eenghite.
\nCu c\u00e2t are mai mult\u0103 putere
\ncu at\u00e2t \u00eei este mai foame.
\nPutere.
\nCu c\u00e2t ob\u021bine mai mult\u0103.
\nTot mai rece. Mecanic.<\/p>\n

Uimire! Perplexitate! Blocaj.
\nOchii no\u0219tri privesc \u0219i parc\u0103
\nabia acum v\u0103d.
\nOm s\u0103 fie? Ce s\u0103 fie?<\/p>\n


\nAuu
\nvia\u021ba meaaa<\/strong>
\nse t\u00e2nguie vocea r\u0103gu\u0219it\u0103 cu mii de like-uri
\npe Youtube
\nse t\u00e2nguie \u00een cor milioane de guri
\ncu ochii \u00een ecranele mici ale telefoanelor
\ninteligente<\/p>\n

\u00een milioane de clone se aude
\nau au au AU
\ngramatica declin\u0103: el are
\nei au
\ntu? tu n-ai<\/p>\n


\ncum vii tu seara pe la no<\/strong>i<\/p>\n

cum \u0219tii tu m\u0103i drag\u0103 m\u0103i s\u0103 te multiplici
\ns\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi schimbi h\u0103inu\u021bele ro\u0219ii
\nde la bordo la ro\u0219u steag
\nde la ro\u0219u imperial la ro\u0219u alarm\u0103
\nde la ro\u0219u palid de nod \u00eenchegat
\nla ro\u0219u permanent<\/p>\n

ah cum \u0219tii tu s\u0103 sco\u021bi limba la noi
\nghidu\u0219
\nlimba vopsit\u0103 cu albastru de metal
\nsub care se zbate gustul de s\u00e2nge <\/p>\n


\nsuperman pe s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

chi\u021b-chi\u021b este un sunet mic
\nabia auzit
\nde ce a\u0219 scrie despre tine
\nc\u00e2nd peste 3 zile nimeni
\nnu \u00ee\u0219i va aminti?
\nv\u00e2jjjjjjjjj \u0219uier\u0103 aerul
\ntrosc
\nr\u0103spunde asfaltul la Obreja<\/p>\n

ron\u021b\u0103ie aer \u0219i sticl\u0103 micu\u021bule<\/p>\n

ron\u021b\u0103ie \u0219i viseaz\u0103 un vis mic mic
\nscurt de tot <\/p>\n


\nf\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u021besut str\u0103veziu locul na\u0219terii
\nbizar \u00eenghesuit
\nf\u0103r\u0103 glas
\nam deschis ochii pe alt\u0103 planet\u0103 <\/p>\n

o versiune a mea
\n\u00eemi cerea s\u0103 fug <\/p>\n

aici r\u0103zboiul \u00eempinge grani\u021ba
\nspre destr\u0103mare
\nlumea poart\u0103 kaki
\nface reclam\u0103 la arme de lupt\u0103
\ndamful radioactiv abia st\u0103
\n\u00eenchis
\nca o fiar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 din\u021bi
\nstrecurat\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

iar oglinda nu se sparge
\nse \u00eendoaie \u0219i revine
\nf\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere la forma ei <\/p>\n


\nd\u00e9j\u00e0 vu <\/strong><\/p>\n

pe scara de lemn
\nun bilet de tramvai tremur\u0103
\n(un neam de celuloz\u0103 mai de la ora\u0219)
\nnumerotat
\n\u00eenseriat <\/p>\n

el va muri \u00een 23 de minute
\nprin dezintegrare
\nnicio serie sau num\u0103r de ordine
\nnu \u00eel va salva <\/p>\n

scara de lemn a urcat
\na cobor\u00e2t
\ndou\u0103 r\u0103zboaie mondiale
\nbra\u021be numerotate tatuate
\nbra\u021be l\u0103uze m\u00e2nu\u021be
\ncu \u00eencheieturile \u00eenc\u0103 gelatinoase<\/p>\n

alte parfumuri<\/p>\n

nu are num\u0103r
\nserie nu
\nscara de lemn este o scar\u0103 modest\u0103
\nlocul de unde am c\u0103zut
\nsub ploaia m\u0103runt\u0103 \u00eentr-o groap\u0103
\ncomun\u0103<\/p>\n


\nproiectare inoxidabil\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

ar trebui s\u0103 pre\u0163uim via\u021ba
\nc\u00e2t \u00eenc\u0103 mai este \u00een via\u021b\u0103
\nde departe ne fac deja cu m\u00e2na<\/p>\n

juc\u0103m pe s\u00e2rm\u0103 \u0219i transpir\u0103m
\nca un exemplu negativ
\n\u00eentre cap\u0103tul vie\u0163ii \u015fi \u00eenceputul inoxidabil<\/p>\n

\u00een tot acest timp suntem verifica\u021bi
\n\u00eenregistra\u021bi numerota\u021bi
\nrobo\u021bi fluorescen\u021bi vor conserva
\n\u00een muzee bine antologate
\norice lacrim\u0103
\na celor buni \u0219i drep\u021bi<\/p>\n

unii mai noroco\u0219i vor sc\u0103pa \u00een lada
\ncu rebuturi <\/p>\n


\ntinerii spun c\u0103 suntem \u00een ww3<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0219i de aceea este imperios necesar
\ns\u0103 fim clari
\nde ce parte a istoriei suntem? Ne \u00eentreab\u0103
\nCu ei
\ncorec\u021bi \u0219i intransigen\u021bi sau
\ncu mor\u021bii care put a postmodernism c\u0103ldicel?<\/p>\n

radicalii ne cer claritate sau moarte
\n\u0219i ne trimit \u00eenregistr\u0103ri cu prima sinucidere
\nacceptat\u0103 social<\/p>\n

al cui este r\u0103zboiul acesta?
\n\u00eentreb
\n\u00een timp ce co\u0219marul \u00eemi arat\u0103 dou\u0103 fe\u021be
\nuna este a mor\u021bii
\ncealalt\u0103 este a mor\u021bii <\/p>\n

\"\"

Din poezia lumii L\u00eado IVO (1924 \u2013 2012) Poet, eseist, romancier, \u0219i traduc\u0103tor brazilian. Unul dintre exponen\u021bii influen\u021bi ai \u201eGenera\u021biei<\/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\/19370"}],"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=19370"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19370\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19373,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19370\/revisions\/19373"}],"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=19370"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19370"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19370"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}