{"id":19395,"date":"2022-10-11T19:40:23","date_gmt":"2022-10-11T16:40:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19395"},"modified":"2022-10-11T19:40:23","modified_gmt":"2022-10-11T16:40:23","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-84-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19395","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 84 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Camelia Manuela SAVA <\/strong>
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Al doilea v\u0103l<\/strong><\/p>\n

Capitolul 4 \u2013 Schimbarea<\/strong><\/p>\n

La Bucure\u0219ti am dat peste o lume pestri\u021b\u0103, libertin\u0103. Eram uimit de tot ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u00een jurul meu. M-am acomodat \u00eens\u0103 repede, nu era prea sofisticat \u2013 ora\u0219ul era mai mic dec\u00e2t Ankara sau Istanbul. La cursuri intrau amesteca\u021bi cu studen\u021bii de la Medicin\u0103 \u0219i reziden\u021bii, rom\u00e2ni sau str\u0103ini. Veniser\u0103 acolo din toate p\u0103r\u021bile \u2013 marocani, greci, israelieni, iranieni, albanezi, basarabeni.
\nEram singurul din Turcia – distant \u0219i t\u0103cut, interesat de ceea ce \u00eenv\u0103\u021bam. Erau at\u00e2tea motive s\u0103 m\u0103 schimb! Studentele, mai ales, erau frumoase! Motiv s\u0103 po\u021bi p\u0103c\u0103tui oric\u00e2nd, dar pentru mine sexul nu era imperios necesar, de\u0219i m\u0103 aflam departe de cas\u0103, de so\u021bia mea. Eram dezam\u0103git privind la ceilal\u021bi care erau nep\u0103s\u0103tori \u2013 fumau, beau \u0219i se \u00eemb\u0103tau, se combinau cu femei o zi, dou\u0103-trei, cel mult o lun\u0103, schimb\u00e2nd partenerii \u00eentre ei cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103: haram! De\u0219i \u00eenv\u0103\u021bam lucruri importante pentru profesia mea, \u00eencepeam s\u0103 m\u0103 pervertesc \u00eencet, \u00eencet \u2013 fumam, beam alcool, uitasem de rug\u0103ciune. Acas\u0103 sunam rar, o dat\u0103 pe lun\u0103, apoi din ce \u00een ce mai rar. Dup\u0103 un an, c\u00e2nd m-am dus \u00een vizit\u0103 la Adana, mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 sunt un \u00eenecat \u2013 tr\u0103isem \u00een dou\u0103 lumi. Meltem v\u0103zuse schimbarea mea, dar t\u0103cea. Z\u00e2mbea timid\u0103:
\n-Ali, visul t\u0103u s-a \u00eemplinit! M\u0103 bucur nespus pentru tine!
\n-F\u0103r\u0103 ajutorul t\u0103u nu a\u0219 fi reu\u0219it! Tu e\u0219ti fericit\u0103?
\n-De ce nu a\u0219 fi? Copiii sunt bine, cresc. Eu sunt mul\u021bumit\u0103. La \u0219coal\u0103 situa\u021bia e stabil\u0103. Nu \u00eemi lipse\u0219te nimic.
\n Acest nimic \u00eemi frigea inima. Eu oare nu contam? Nu mai f\u0103ceam parte din lumea ei? Sau poate ascundea sub aceste cuvinte grele nefericirea ei, faptul c\u0103 m\u0103 pierdea, pentru c\u0103 eram departe. Poate c\u0103 sim\u021bea lipsa mea, copiii cre\u0219teau f\u0103r\u0103 tat\u0103. Dar acesta era sacrificiul ei, soarta ei. \u00cen\u021belegeam c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 iube\u0219te \u0219i c\u0103 este trist\u0103, accentu\u00e2nd lipsa mea din via\u021ba ei.
\nVacan\u021ba a fost scurt\u0103 \u2013 o lun\u0103 de zile m-am bucurat de jocurile \u0219i plimb\u0103rile cu fetele \u0219i b\u0103iatul meu. Am m\u00e2ncat \u00eempreun\u0103. Am f\u0103cut multe ghidu\u0219ii \u00eempreun\u0103. Erau copii minuna\u021bi. Nu \u00eemi cereau nimic niciodat\u0103, nu \u00eemi repro\u0219au nimic. Meltem \u00eei crescuse dup\u0103 firea ei r\u0103bd\u0103toare, de\u0219i fizic sem\u0103nau to\u021bi trei cu mine, mo\u0219tenindu-mi tr\u0103s\u0103turile. Eram fericit \u00een prezen\u021ba lor.
\nAm mers la cimitir s\u0103 pun ni\u0219te flori la morm\u00e2ntul p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei. Parc\u0103 \u00eemi luam r\u0103mas bun pentru totdeauna. Piatra rece m\u0103 f\u0103cea s\u0103 cred c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtasem de ei, de ceea ce \u00eensemnase lumea \u00een care crescusem. Am revenit la Bucure\u0219ti cu o greutate \u00een suflet. M\u0103 distan\u021bam de lumea mea, de r\u0103d\u0103cini. Mi-am reluat activitatea, mergeam \u00een spitale, asistam la interven\u021biile f\u0103cute de profesorii no\u0219tri sau chiar interveneam \u0219i eu. \u00cemi pl\u0103cea nespus ceea ce f\u0103ceam.
\nO doctori\u021b\u0103 blond\u0103, dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103 pusese ochii pe mine. Nu am zis nu. Oricare b\u0103rbat \u00een locul meu ar fi procedat la fel. \u00cen ciuda faptului c\u0103 ne combinasem, iar partidele de sex erau foarte intense \u0219i m\u0103 satisf\u0103cea cum nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 poate fi vreodat\u0103 un b\u0103rbat satisf\u0103cut – frenezia aceasta \u00eemi oferea o siguran\u021b\u0103, o prestan\u021b\u0103, c\u0103lcam mai m\u00e2ndru, mai hot\u0103r\u00e2t, priveam lumea de sus, de\u0219i \u00eemi d\u0103deam seama c\u0103 e doar o rela\u021bie. \u0218i at\u00e2t. A durat vreo doi ani, pentru c\u0103 eu nu puteam s\u0103 zbor din floare \u00een floare, iar ea se ata\u0219ase de mine \u2013 era o fiin\u021b\u0103 a nim\u0103nui, venit\u0103 din provincie, frumoas\u0103, cochet\u0103, av\u00e2nd pe vino-ncoace, era bine v\u0103zut\u0103 printre colegi. Poza \u00een div\u0103 de capital\u0103, dar era un suflet r\u0103t\u0103cit. Pariurile legate de separarea noastr\u0103 se f\u0103ceau zilnic, dar am rezistat acestor mici \u0219i inevitabile r\u0103ut\u0103\u021bi. Ea devenise pentru mine un drog dulce. Dar ca orice drog te poate intoxica, te poate duce la pierzanie dac\u0103 nu te renun\u021bi la timp… iar eu nu eram prea implicat, nu eram un tip fermec\u0103tor, nu z\u00e2mbeam, nu f\u0103ceam glume. Nu p\u0103ream acel tip de b\u0103rbat fatal care s\u0103 te duc\u0103 la cap\u0103tul lumii \u0219i s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi spun\u0103 te iubesc. Cert e c\u0103 ne-am r\u0103cit treptat unul de altul sau poate ea \u00eencepuse s\u0103 se plictiseasc\u0103… nu \u0219tiu…Ne-am desp\u0103r\u021bit prieteni. \u0218i-a luat hainele din garsoniera mea \u0219i a plecat cu un taxi… unde exact nu \u0219tiam… dar se interesa mai mult de un manager nou venit la un spital mare – probabil poten\u021ba lui financiar\u0103 o atr\u0103gea mai mult dec\u00e2t a mea… eu eram prea taciturn, prea \u00eenchis \u00een mine, prizonier \u00eentre dou\u0103 lumi diferite. Am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat de la ea s\u0103 vorbesc rom\u00e2ne\u0219te \u0219i pentru asta \u00eei eram dator.
\n\u00cen acea perioad\u0103 frecventam comunitatea turc\u0103 din Bucure\u0219ti \u2013 restaurante, prietenii, vizite \u00een familii de turci. Unii m\u0103 tratau cu acela\u0219i ton \u2013 Ali, tu nu z\u00e2mbe\u0219ti niciodat\u0103?! E\u0219ti prea serios, b\u0103iete! Ziua c\u00e2nd mi-a adus un nou chip a fost c\u00e2nd am \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o pe Zeynep. Cea mai frumoas\u0103 fat\u0103 din lume! Cu ochi mari de c\u0103prioar\u0103 \u0219i cu pielea alb\u0103, cu un p\u0103r lung, blond, str\u0103lucitor, fata consulului Turciei era \u00eenalt\u0103, sub\u021bire ca un lujer. Se \u00eembr\u0103ca elegant, europene\u0219te. Agil\u0103, modern\u0103 \u00een mi\u0219c\u0103ri \u0219i comportament, Zeynep fermeca pe oricine. Avea aerul prietenos \u0219i elegant al unei femei sofisticate, de\u0219i avea numai dou\u0103zeci de ani. Era pl\u0103cut\u0103, rafinat\u0103. Ca o prin\u021bes\u0103.
\nAm fost invitat la Consulatul Turciei de Ziua Na\u021bional\u0103. \u00cen \u00eembulzeala din curte, petrecerea era \u00een toi. Prezent\u0103ri, fe\u021be noi, necunoscute, m\u00e2ncare din bel\u0219ug. Zeynep mi-a atras aten\u021bia prin lumina ce o r\u0103sp\u00e2ndea \u00een jur, p\u0103rea un vis frumos ce se \u00eentrupase \u00een aceast\u0103 fiin\u021b\u0103 perfect\u0103.
\n-Ea e Zeynep, fiica cea mare a consulului, f\u0103cu introducerea Hassan, prietenul meu. Vezi ce minunat\u0103 este? O mo\u0219tene\u0219te pe mama sa, o femeie extrem de frumoas\u0103!
\n-\u00cenc\u00e2ntat, am silabisit eu, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 mic, c\u0103ci frumuse\u021bea fetei, naturale\u021bea ei m\u0103 cople\u0219eau.
\n-\u0218i eu sunt \u00eenc\u00e2ntat\u0103. Poate veni\u021bi \u0219i cu alt\u0103 ocazie \u00een vizit\u0103, a ciripit fata. S\u0103 fim numai noi.
\n-Desigur, a\u0219 fi onorat! am mai \u00eeng\u0103imat eu \u0219i am plecat n\u0103uc. Parc\u0103 eram vr\u0103jit. S\u0103 fie oare dragostea o incanta\u021bie, o vraj\u0103, o greutate care \u021bi se las\u0103 direct \u00een inim\u0103? Care \u00ee\u021bi atinge cele mai intime fibre ale fiin\u021bei? E o alchimie \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103toare?
\nZilele mele p\u0103reau c\u0103 au intrat sub o alt\u0103 zodie. \u00cemi aminteam cum era acea zei\u021b\u0103, cum era p\u0103rul ei minunat \u0219i tres\u0103ream la orice mi\u0219care \u2013 dac\u0103 vedeam o femeie blond\u0103 cu p\u0103r lung pe strad\u0103 credeam c\u0103 e ea.
\n\u00cent\u00e2mplarea face s\u0103 fiu de gard\u0103 c\u00e2nd Zeynep a ap\u0103rut pe hol, la Spitalul de Urgen\u021b\u0103 \u2013 era cu fratele ei mai mic, \u010can, care c\u0103zuse de pe biciclet\u0103. \u00cei \u00eenso\u021beau mama \u0219i \u0219oferul familiei. B\u0103iatul a avut nevoie de un consult medical, de\u0219i r\u0103nile erau superficiale. L-am tratat cum se cuvine pe micul alintat \u2013 era un neast\u00e2mp\u0103rat, \u00eemi aducea aminte de fiul meu. A\u0219a sunt b\u0103ie\u021bii, \u00eel \u00eencurajam eu, \u00een timp ce \u00eei bandajam un genunchi. Zeynep \u00eel \u021binea de m\u00e2n\u0103. \u00cei sim\u021beam parfumul at\u00e2t de aproape de inima mea, f\u0103c\u00e2nd eforturi s\u0103 m\u0103 concentrez. M\u0103 captase cu unceva dulce al fiin\u021bei ei \u0219i sim\u021beam nevoia nest\u0103vilit\u0103 de nu m\u0103 desp\u0103r\u021bi de ea niciodat\u0103… un mister nedefinit m\u0103 atr\u0103gea \u00eenspre ea… era ca un magnet. M\u0103 lipisem de imaginea ei proiectat\u0103 \u00een visul meu. Parc\u0103 m\u0103 dureau ochii, mu\u0219chii, bra\u021belor mele le lipsea ceva. \u00cemi venea s\u0103-i m\u00e2ng\u00e2i p\u0103rul ei regesc \u0219i nu puteam. M\u0103 sim\u021beam neputincios \u0219i \u00eendr\u0103gostit. Nici c\u00e2nd m\u0103 c\u0103s\u0103torisem cu Meltem, \u00een ziua nun\u021bii noastre \u0219i \u00eei d\u0103dusem v\u0103lul la o parte, nu m\u0103 sim\u021bisem at\u00e2t de emo\u021bionat \u2013 toat\u0103 fiin\u021ba mea tremura \u00een preajma acestei fete fragile. C\u0103ci tulburare \u0219i nefericire erau sentimentele care puneau st\u0103p\u00e2nire pe c\u0103mara intim\u0103 a inimii mele. Asta era oare dragostea? Nu fusesem niciodat\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostit.
\nPentru mine dragostea era datorie, devotament, sinceritate, dr\u0103g\u0103l\u0103\u0219enie, familiaritate, intimitate. Dar s\u0103 fiu at\u00e2t de r\u0103scolit? S\u0103 devin at\u00e2t de ne-eu nu puteam s\u0103 \u00eemi imaginez vreodat\u0103… parc\u0103 ie\u0219eam din trup \u0219i deveneam un nor. \u00cen conturul lui intra fiin\u021ba ei, cu tot ce era ea \u2013 parfum, oase delicate, ochi p\u0103trunz\u0103tori, s\u00e2ni mici, delica\u021bi, gesturi elegante. Ca prin farmec, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 s\u0103 fiu \u00eentreg. Zeynep mi-a \u00eentins m\u00e2na ei sub\u021bire la plecare:
\n-\u010cok tessekurler, Ali-bey! \u010can va fi mai cuminte de acum \u00eencolo, nu-i a\u0219a, fr\u0103\u021bioare?! V\u0103 dorim toate cele bune!
\n-Mul\u021bumesc! O zi frumoas\u0103! S\u0103 ai grij\u0103 de tine, voinicule! S\u0103 o ascul\u021bi pe sora ta!
\nNe-am luat la revedere. I-am \u00eenso\u021bit p\u00e2n\u0103 la u\u0219a cabinetului. Dup\u0103 plecarea lor, era un gol \u00een mine. Eram sigur c\u0103 voi suferi mult dup\u0103 ea.
\nToat\u0103 vara nu am v\u0103zut-o. Nu \u0219tiam unde ar fi putut s\u0103 dispar\u0103. Fusese o pl\u0103smuire a min\u021bii mele? Nu era nimeni care s\u0103 \u00eemi ofere am\u0103nunte despre Zeynep \u0219i familia ei, iar eu nici at\u00e2t nu \u00eendr\u0103zneam s\u0103 \u00eentreprind ceva \u00een aceast\u0103 direc\u021bie. Unde s\u0103 o caut? De ce s\u0103 o caut? Fiindc\u0103 eram bolnav \u0219i ea mi-ar fi alinat durerea. Zilele c\u0103lduroase m\u0103 f\u0103ceau s\u0103 zac \u00eentr-o letargie de om blazat. Parfumul ei m\u0103 urm\u0103rea pretutindeni. P\u0103rul ei prim\u0103v\u0103ratic m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103tase. \u00cen somn sau treaz o vedeam doar pe ea. Norocul meu era s\u0103 muncesc la spital. C\u00e2t mai mult. Ca un cat\u00e2r. Promi\u021b\u00e2ndu-mi s\u0103 o uit. Dar nu m\u0103 \u021bineam de promisiune.
\nC\u00e2nd primele frunze s-au \u00eeng\u0103lbenit, c\u0103z\u00e2nd peste Bucure\u0219tiul pustiu de august, am crezut c\u0103 o s\u0103 \u00eennebunesc de fericire. \u00cen mall, pa\u0219ii mi s-au intersectat cu ai ei. M-am auzit strigat de o voce drag\u0103:
\n-Ali-bey, ce bucurie s\u0103 te \u00eent\u00e2lnesc aici! Bun\u0103 seara!
\n-Zeynep! Am putut exclama eu cu mirare! \u00cemi pare bine s\u0103 te rev\u0103d!
\n-Sunt cu dou\u0103 prietene, am f\u0103cut cump\u0103r\u0103turi. Am vrea s\u0103 mergem la un ceai? Dore\u0219ti s\u0103 ne \u00eenso\u021be\u0219ti?! Asta dac\u0103 nu te deranj\u0103m prea mult… Ce zici?
\n-Nu e niciun deranj pentru mine. Dar… m\u0103 l\u0103sam eu rugat…
\n-Asta dac\u0103 nu ai alte planuri, insista fata.
\n-Nu, cu siguran\u021b\u0103 nu am niciun program. Ie\u0219isem din cas\u0103… \u00cemi face pl\u0103cere s\u0103 beau un ceai cu tine… cu voi, m-am corectat imediat.
\nLa o m\u0103su\u021b\u0103 \u00eentr-o cafenea, ochii no\u0219tri se cufundau \u00eentr-o u\u0219oar\u0103 melancolie ce sem\u0103na cu fericirea de a fi al\u0103turi. Eram fermecat. Buzele c\u0103rnoase, ro\u0219ii, cu din\u021bi albi simetrici rosteau cuvintele ca un c\u00e2ntec vesel ce ajungea direct \u00een s\u00e2ngele meu. Fetele celelalte erau ca dou\u0103 umbre, le vedeam, le ascultam. Trebuia s\u0103 fiu politicos \u0219i s\u0103 facem conversa\u021bie. Erau frumoase \u0219i elegante, dar cam fi\u021boase. Z\u00e2na mea \u00een carne \u0219i oase \u00eemi oferea o mie de motive s\u0103 m\u0103 fac\u0103 pierdut \u00een neantul unui sentiment nou \u2013 o iubeam cu toat\u0103 fiin\u021ba mea, o doream, de\u0219i eram con\u0219tient c\u0103 diferen\u021ba dintre noi este de netrecut. Eram un b\u0103rbat matur, aflat departe de familie, de \u021bara lui, aveam responsabilit\u0103\u021bi, un program aglomerat, ea era fiica unei persoane importante, o student\u0103 frumoas\u0103 cu o carier\u0103 str\u0103lucitoare \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, avea prietenii ei, speran\u021bele ei, drumul ei. Nu se putea prevedea c\u0103 ar exista ceva \u00eentre noi. Eram o fire pragmatic\u0103 \u0219i socoteam c\u0103 ea nu ar avea cum s\u0103 nutreasc\u0103 pentru mine vreun sentiment.
\nAm petrecut \u00een compania lor o sear\u0103 pl\u0103cut\u0103. Zeynep m-a luat prin surprindere \u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 c\u00e2nd ne mai putem vedea. I-am spus c\u0103 sunt liber abia peste dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, aveam programate g\u0103rzi, cursuri. Atunci a\u0219 ie\u0219i iar la mall, am ad\u0103ugat cu speran\u021b\u0103…
\n-Atunci, ne revedem la un film, la cinema, tot aici. La ora 20.00? A\u0219a r\u0103m\u00e2ne! Te voi a\u0219tepta la cinematograf, peste dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni. Vei veni, Ali-bey?
\n-Da, am \u0219optit eu ame\u021bit. M-am uitat la ceasul de la m\u00e2n\u0103, s\u0103 verific dac\u0103 exista timpul \u2013 pentru mine universul se oprise \u00een loc. Pe cur\u00e2nd!<\/p>\n


\nValeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU <\/strong>
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\u0219i moartea st\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

st\u0103ri de alert\u0103 de urgen\u021b\u0103 de asediu de r\u0103zboi de r\u0103u absolut
\ntrecem prin ele cu pasivitatea molu\u0219telor,
\na acelor viet\u0103\u021bi acefale
\nvechi de c\u00e2nd p\u0103catul \u0219i tic\u0103loase ca \u0219i el,
\n\u00een vreme ce golanii \u00eenst\u0103ri\u021bi, cu stare adic\u0103, de bine de r\u0103sf\u0103\u021b de huzur
\nmi\u0219un\u0103 forfotesc \u00ee\u0219i dau importan\u021ba dob\u00e2ndit\u0103 prin legi \u00eenc\u00e2lcite, greu de citit, de \u00een\u021beles, de acceptat \u0219i totu\u0219i, ca pietrele, cu lini\u0219tea lor mar\u021bial\u0103,
\ncu misterioasa lor na\u0219tere, cu s\u00e2ngele cosmic \u00eencuiat \u00een ad\u00e2nc \u00een ADN-ul primordial, st\u0103m sub vremi, sub st\u0103ri de agregare imitate
\nm\u0103rile noastre sunt pline de plastic, mun\u021bii de adida\u0219ii c\u0103zu\u021bi de la mor\u021bi,
\nde la alpini\u0219tii sinuciga\u0219i care au vrut s\u0103 \u00eenving\u0103 moartea, s\u0103-\u0219i r\u00e2d\u0103 de ea
\ndar moartea nu \u0219tie de glum\u0103, nu st\u0103 la vedere, s\u0103 pun\u0103 orice prost gura pe ea
\nmoartea e lini\u0219tit\u0103 \u0219i ve\u0219nic\u0103, mun\u021bii sunt prefera\u021bii ei,
\n\u0219i ad\u00e2ncurile de plastic ale m\u0103rilor,
\n\u0219i autostr\u0103zile \u00een paragin\u0103, cu m\u0103tr\u0103gun\u0103 \u00eencol\u021bit\u0103
\n\u00een c\u00e2te \u0219ase benzi de un cenu\u0219iu spre verde mocirlos
\n\u0219i pie\u021bele cu masca\u021bi suferinzi de toate bolile veacului
\nce moarte frumoas\u0103 e dincolo de gardurile
\ndin s\u00e2rm\u0103 din beton
\ndin vorbe l\u0103trate, conspira\u021bia licuricilor o admir\u0103, <\/p>\n

de\u0219i o critic\u0103 sub cercul de \u00eentuneric din jurul miilor de candele ro\u0219ii din plastic
\ne o moarte frumoas\u0103, universal\u0103, o spun \u0219i glume\u021bii politici str\u00e2ns \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ura\u021bi \u00een jurul partidului lor, to\u021bi \u00een c\u0103m\u0103\u0219i
\ncu m\u00e2neci lunge, mai mult de for\u021b\u0103, dec\u00e2t de mire, \u0219i pe capete scufie (cum zicea Eminescu),
\nsub dang\u0103t de clopot \u00een dung\u0103<\/p>\n


\n sub acoperire <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00ee\u021bi acoperi m\u00e2inile gura nasul ochii p\u0103rul de parc\u0103 \u00een orice clip\u0103 ar trebui s\u0103 intri \u00eentr-un salon al mor\u021bii nemilostive, cu ferestrele lui
\nacoperite cu g\u0103ina\u021b de la porumbeii curio\u0219i s\u0103 vad\u0103 ce-i dincolo de geam
\nce-i dincolo de aburul toxic al at\u00e2tor respira\u021bii h\u00e2rc\u00e2ite fierbin\u021bi arse de oxigen
\nca plantele unui de\u0219ert f\u0103r\u0103 margini
\nsalonul mor\u021bii se multiplic\u0103, intr\u0103 la tine \u00een cas\u0103 \u00een bojdeuc\u0103 \u00een vil\u0103 \u00een apartament
\nchiar \u0219i \u00een canalizare, la adormi\u021bii pe cartoane, cu seringi refolosite \u00een bra\u021b
\nvaietul se \u00eentinde, peltea peste rug\u0103ciunile inutile, degeaba pupi icoane, h\u00e2rtii colorate,
\nscobituri \u00een lemn \u00een argint trase-n agheasm\u0103, simbolurile au murit de dou\u0103 sute de ani
\nrestul e balet grotesc mers pe s\u00e2rm\u0103 joc de mimi care-au uitat sensul jocului
\ndirec\u021bia rug\u0103ciunii, ad\u00e2ncul ei de f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 misterioas\u0103 n\u0103dejdea ei inocent\u0103
\npreo\u021bii ar\u0103 pe c\u00e2mpuri sterile al\u0103turi de v\u00e2nt, eficien\u021bi ca rafalele lui
\n\u0219i c\u00e2teodat\u0103 miroase a busuioc \u0219i c\u00e2teodat\u0103 miroase a smirn\u0103 peste c\u00e2mpii, peste
\nmun\u021bi \u0219i v\u0103i \u0219i-n saloanele mor\u021bii migratoare<\/p>\n

se mai aud \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103ri tremurate, glasuri de copii nev\u0103zu\u021bi de soare, crescu\u021bi
\nsub lumina de la telefon laptop smartphone, c\u0103ut\u0103tori de miracole de eroi care
\nsalveaz\u0103 lumea c\u00e2nd \u00eemplinesc 18 ani, chit c\u0103 rareori \u00eei apuc\u0103, dar ei nu \u0219tiu
\nuniversul lor paralel e fic\u021biune penibil\u0103 ca \u00eendulcitorii sintetici, ca alimentele
\nfabricate la imprimant\u0103 3D
\ntu \u00ee\u021bi acoperi \u0219i urechile, preventiv, t\u0103cerea e bun\u0103, t\u0103cerea e de aur, t\u0103cerea e a mieilor uci\u0219i<\/p>\n


\nValentina BECART <\/strong>
\n\"\"

At\u00e2t de rar, fericire…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rareori mai \u00eentind m\u00e2na dup\u0103
\ntine,
\nfericire.
\nExpulzat din propria-mi via\u021b\u0103,
\nm\u0103 reg\u0103sesc l\u00e2ng\u0103 singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bile
\nmele,
\nun suflet boem, de umbre curtat.<\/p>\n

Sunt eu…, tot mai t\u0103cut,
\n\u0219i-un univers de g\u00e2nduri;
\namintirile,
\nca o p\u0103dure tropical\u0103 r\u00e2vnind
\nv\u00e2n\u0103toarea, se-aga\u021b\u0103 de prima
\nfantasm\u0103.<\/p>\n

Drumul trecut… e-un amestec
\nde fum \u0219i sudoare.
\nUneori, trosnesc arbori \u00eenal\u021bi;
\nalteori, p\u0103s\u0103rile \u021bip\u0103, ploile cad,
\ndar nimeni nu mai \u0219tie
\ndac\u0103 odaia s-a scufundat \u00een bezn\u0103,
\nca-ntr-un iad.<\/p>\n

Rareori mai \u00eentind m\u00e2na dup\u0103
\ntine,
\nfericire.
\nIzgonit din propria-mi v\u00e2ltoare,
\nm\u0103 reg\u0103sesc un mineral
\nanost,
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 noaptea mea visceral\u0103,
\nca un abis \u0219ov\u0103ielnic,
\nca un ochi incandescent
\n( \u00eentr-un v\u00e2rtej de zvonuri).<\/p>\n

Vechiul tumul e-un amestec
\nde febr\u0103 \u0219i soare;
\nalteori, furtun\u0103, desfr\u00e2u \u00een h\u0103\u021bi\u0219.<\/p>\n


\nNici acum<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0219i nici atunci – n-am b\u0103nuit
\nc\u0103 singura \u0219i orgolioasa-mi via\u021b\u0103
\ne doar o boab\u0103 de rou\u0103 -,
\npe lama incitant\u0103 a unui scut.<\/p>\n


\nUn timp imperfect<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 prive\u0219ti zeul flecar… nisipul
\ncernut
\ndup\u0103 fiecare anotimp,
\ne mai mult dec\u00e2t o durere:
\ne o la\u0219itate,
\ne acceptarea unui compromis;
\ndoar virtutea poate st\u0103rui – \u00eentr-un
\ncuv\u00e2nt inutil.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 alergi ca un orb, dup\u0103
\nFata Morgana, c\u00e2nd de\u0219ertul
\nrefuz\u0103 izvoarele,
\ne mai mult dec\u00e2t o agonie,
\ne nebunia celui ce-a crezut;
\ndoar Setea Suprem\u0103… \u00eenvinge aici.<\/p>\n

La ad\u0103postul unei singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi viscerale,
\nte a\u0219tept
\nneobosit, s\u0103 \u00eempar\u021bi cu mine be\u021bia unui
\ntimp imperfect…<\/p>\n


\nAtropa belladonna, pe drumul spre sear\u0103…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te auzeam venind…
\n\u201eles fleurs du mal\u201d aveau un parfum ciudat,
\no \u00eenl\u0103n\u021buire
\nde voci, de harfe fr\u00e2nte, nimic din splendoarea
\nunei gr\u0103dini, alt\u0103dat\u0103 \u00een b\u0103taia luminii.<\/p>\n

Ochiul glorios, c\u00e2nd \u00eent\u00e2ia raz\u0103
\na dimine\u021bii
\nforma unghiul perfect
\ncu prima b\u0103taie de inim\u0103,
\n(nedesp\u0103r\u021bi\u021bi \u00een suferin\u021bi
\naleatorii),
\nast\u0103zi, undeva printre ce\u021buri,
\nsunt dezertorii \u2013
\nce-\u0219i caut\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2nc \u2013 risipirea,
\n\u201epas\u0103rea f\u0103r\u0103 de clon\u021b\u201d…<\/p>\n

Te auzeam venind…
\nnu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 aripile – ce-\u021bi s\u00e2ngerau nefiresc –
\naveau vreun nume cunoscut de albatros,
\ndar \u0219tiu c\u0103 parfumul ciudat,
\n(\u00eenl\u0103n\u021buire de alegre \u0219i triste)
\nne-au g\u0103sit, pe drumul spre sear\u0103,
\nating\u00e2ndu-ne m\u00e2inile<\/p>\n

\u00een umbra unei flori: atropa belladona,
\nca-ntr-o melopee t\u00e2rzie, cu iriz\u0103ri p\u0103tima\u0219e…<\/p>\n


\nAcest alb \u2013 ca un hohot repetitiv<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca o Insul\u0103 Alb\u0103, pierdut\u0103 printre ce\u021buri,
\ne acest ochi care vegheaz\u0103.
\n\u00cen ad\u00e2nc de memorie, cel\u0103lalt ochi,
\ncu mult mai vast,
\ne ca o zbatere de lumin\u0103 – \u00eentr-un tumult,
\nca un negru alunecos \u0219i pr\u0103dalnic.<\/p>\n

Ca o ciocnire de arme, de cupe \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103ri,
\n\u00eenl\u0103n\u021buite ca-ntr-un lujer de floare, stau
\nsemnele lumii,
\nce \u00eenc\u0103 viseaz\u0103, ce \u00eenc\u0103 se-nfrunt\u0103.
\nUn nud ap\u0103r\u00e2nd dintre ce\u021buri, e aceast\u0103
\nincontestabil\u0103 logodn\u0103 dintre albastru
\nselenar
\n\u0219i \u021bip\u0103tul \u00eenalt, sf\u00e2\u0219iind zorii\u2013 ca o suprem\u0103
\n\u00eencarnare.<\/p>\n

Ca un ochi lic\u0103rind din umbr\u0103, e aceast\u0103
\nInsul\u0103 Alb\u0103, aceast\u0103 fulgurant\u0103 prevestire,
\n\u00een zbateri largi de lumin\u0103.
\nAcest alb, \u2013 ca un hohot repetitiv, \u2013 str\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2nd
\nnoaptea,
\nca un arcu\u0219 pe o vioar\u0103,
\nca o ninsoare tandr\u0103, \u2013 e calea nesperat\u0103
\nspre absolutul impasibil…<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen m\u0103tasea nop\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Treceai neauzit\u0103…
\nprintre m\u0103t\u0103suri, simfonii,
\ndecoruri r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ite,
\nadiere fin\u0103 \u00eentr-un cuib de vise;
\nto\u021bii ochii lumii \u00eentrebau de tine
\n\u0219i nimeni nu \u0219tia
\nc\u0103 e\u0219ti a tuturora,
\n\u0219i rareori doar o poveste…<\/p>\n

Pluteai \u00een jurul firii, asemenea
\ncu-n abur;
\nera de-ajuns o singur\u0103 sc\u00e2nteie
\n\u0219i-ntregul suflet se-aprindea,
\n\u00een noaptea unei zodii.<\/p>\n

Treceai neb\u0103nuit\u0103…
\nprintre livide umbre,
\nv\u0103luri sf\u00e2\u0219iate, unghere p\u0103r\u0103site,
\nsuav\u0103 melodie \u00eentr-un trup
\nde zee;
\n\u0219i ochii, ah, ochii…
\n\u0219i m\u00e2inile ner\u0103bd\u0103toare
\nte c\u0103utau \u00een orice lic\u0103rire,<\/p>\n

\u00een tot ce se arat\u0103 \u0219i se-ascunde,
\ndar nimeni nu \u0219tia
\nc\u0103 e\u0219ti Sublimul lor<\/p>\n

\u0219i, poate, c\u00e2teodat\u0103, o ap\u0103
\ncare r\u00e2de, care c\u00e2nt\u0103…<\/p>\n

Pluteai \u00een jurul firii, asemenea
\ncu-o arc\u0103 \u00een furtun\u0103;
\nera de-ajuns o singur\u0103 chemare,
\nnu mai mult…
\n\u0219i din m\u0103tasea nop\u021bii se \u00eentrupau
\ncuvinte cu buzele de sare,
\n\u0219i inimi mari – ca-ntr-o iubire
\nnesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nBufon al zilelor de s\u0103rb\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu, muritorule, pierdut \u00een fiecare zi
\n\u00een tumultul mi\u0219c\u0103rii,
\nneobosit alerg\u00e2nd, pr\u0103v\u0103lindu-te
\npeste
\nad\u00e2ncuri de c\u0103ut\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 noim\u0103,
\ns\u0103-\u021bi aminte\u0219ti c\u0103 panta \u00eempov\u0103rat\u0103
\nde soare
\nva fi supliciul t\u0103u ne\u00eentrerupt,
\n\u00een be\u021bia aceasta – de jefuitor al m\u0103re\u021biei
\n\u0219i bufon al zilelor de s\u0103rb\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

Nimic nu va fi cru\u021bat de ochiul impasibil
\nce vegheaz\u0103.
\nStr\u0103juit\u0103 de ziduri, de \u00eenfrunt\u0103ri \u00eentre
\ndemoni
\n\u0219i \u00eengeri, e via\u021ba aceasta scoas\u0103
\nla parad\u0103.
\nCu c\u00e2t\u0103 emfaz\u0103, \u00een\u021beleptul din noi
\n\u00ee\u0219i url\u0103 dreptul
\nla treapta cea mai \u00eenalt\u0103 a servitu\u021bii.
\nExist\u0103 un timp al funeraliilor,
\nal travestiurilor \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be.
\nCel ce st\u0103p\u00e2ne\u0219te cetatea … va privi cu
\ndezinvoltur\u0103
\nfream\u0103tul patetic al filfizonilor rebeli,
\nal \u00eencrust\u0103rilor dezmin\u021bite de prima fisur\u0103
\n\u00een zid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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