{"id":19504,"date":"2022-10-24T15:10:11","date_gmt":"2022-10-24T12:10:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19504"},"modified":"2022-10-24T15:10:11","modified_gmt":"2022-10-24T12:10:11","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-29-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19504","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 29 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Valeria Manta T\u0103icu\u0163u<\/strong>
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\u015eerban Tom\u015fa: \u201eC\u0103lug\u0103rul negru\u201d<\/strong>
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Muridava, ora\u015ful dobrogean \u00een care se desf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 ac\u0163iunea recentului roman al lui \u015eerban Tom\u015fa, este un cronotop, o proiec\u0163ie a unei ciudate \u201ecet\u0103\u0163i ideale\u201d, unde singura lege pare a fi \u201ef\u0103 ce-\u0163i place\u201d. \u015ei locuitorii exact asta fac, comport\u00e2ndu-se firesc \u015fi previzibil \u00een lumea pe dos \u00een care tr\u0103iesc: beau \u00een ne\u015ftire, m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 dau pe dinafar\u0103, se \u00eemperecheaz\u0103 frenetic \u015fi a doua zi o iau de la cap\u0103t. Mor\u0163i suspecte\/asasinate, violuri, pierderi de identitate, clone la tot pasul \u015fi o umanitate care \u015fi-a pierdut sim\u0163ul orient\u0103rii \u015fi al demnit\u0103\u0163ii transform\u0103 \u00een distopie ceea ce, \u00een viziunea conduc\u0103torilor societ\u0103\u0163ii secrete \u201eCasa Estherei\u201d, ar fi trebuit s\u0103 fie o utopie.
\nOreste, t\u00e2n\u0103rul care se \u00eentoarce \u00een cetate pentru a g\u0103si r\u0103spunsuri\/rezolv\u0103ri la problemele lui existen\u0163iale, \u00ee\u015fi pierde nu numai identitatea, ci \u015fi esen\u0163a: la un moment dat, el devine un simplu cuv\u00e2nt \u00eentr-un text pe care-l scrie\/ \u00eel cite\u015fte. Aceast\u0103 pierdere, departe de a fi tragic\u0103, este tratat\u0103 cu umor, \u00eentruc\u00e2t, pe urmele lui Bulgakov sau ale lui Ilf \u015fi Petrov, autorul, cu complicitatea cititorului, ia \u00een r\u00e2s nu numai via\u0163a, ci \u015fi literatura. Tot ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een Muridava, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu fic\u0163iunile lui Teodorescu-\u0162epe\u015f, cu \u201electurile\u201d erotice ale Tehurei, cu dezm\u0103\u0163ul din vila lui Sevghin \u015fi termin\u00e2nd cu pantagruelicele chefuri de la \u201eS\u0103rb\u0103toarea c\u0103l\u0103ului\u201d st\u0103 sub semnul unei ironii pe care cititorul o poate reg\u0103si, eventual, la Raymond Queneau (v \u201eSf\u00e2ntu` A\u015fteapt\u0103\u201d). Aceea\u015fi umanitatea larvar\u0103, aceea\u015fi lips\u0103 de idealuri \u201enobile\u201d, aceea\u015fi complacere \u00een e\u015fec \u015fi desfr\u00e2nare. Nimeni nu pare a vedea mai departe de propria stare de bine porceasc\u0103: Liviu Birta\u015fu-Atilla sodomizeaz\u0103 p\u0103pu\u015fi gonflabile sub ochii angajatei t\u00e2njind dup\u0103 favoruri sexuale, Tehura \u201evindec\u0103\u201d bete\u015fugurile b\u0103rba\u0163ilor prin lecturi \u00een pat, elita cet\u0103\u0163ii se drogheaz\u0103 \u015fi-\u015fi petrece vremea \u00een vila lui Sevghin, acolo unde, aparent, orice lege moral\u0103 este abolit\u0103 etc. Singur arheologul Erhan pare a avea un ideal \u2013 el \u0163ine neap\u0103rat s\u0103 descopere un tezaur dac, roman sau m\u0103car grecesc, pentru a \u00eennobila cetatea \u00een care tr\u0103ie\u015fte -, numai c\u0103 \u00eemprejur\u0103ri oculte, un ghinion inexplicabil \u015fi mo\u015ftenirea \u201emongol\u0103\u201d a locurilor, plus propria stare permanent\u0103 de ebrietate \u00eel \u00eempiedic\u0103.
\n Oreste pare \u2013 de\u015fi nu este \u2013 singurul locuitor normal al cet\u0103\u0163ii. El nu are apetitul sexual, \u00eenclina\u0163ia spre b\u0103utur\u0103 \u015fi m\u00e2ncare ori pofta de bani a celorlal\u0163i. C\u00e2nd realitatea devine insuportabil\u0103, se ascunde \u00eentr-un \u015fifonier pe care-l car\u0103 de ani de zile dup\u0103 el, \u00een rest e curat, f\u0103r\u0103 vicii, poate prea timid \u015fi b\u00e2ntuit de fantasme, dar inofensiv \u015fi chiar pl\u0103cut vederii, lucru remarcat at\u00e2t de femeile cet\u0103\u0163ii, care au grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 prea mult singur, c\u00e2t \u015fi de prietenii care seam\u0103n\u0103 izbitor cu craii de Curtea-veche mateini. Cetatea se dovede\u015fte un talme\u015f-balme\u015f de fic\u0163iune \u015fi nebunie, de fantasme livre\u015fti (autori \u2013 Dostoievski, Cehov, Gogol, Bulgakov, Mark Twain \u015f.a., dar \u015fi personaje: Raskolnikov, Nastasia Filipovna etc.) \u015fi mituri locale (ochii lui Allah, c\u0103l\u0103re\u0163ii mongoli, iepuroiul care violeaz\u0103 feti\u015fcane \u015fi muieri \u00een toat\u0103 legea, comorile care apar \u015fi dispar etc.). Via\u0163a e, de fapt, un carnaval dezm\u0103\u0163at, la care locuitorii din Muridava particip\u0103 cu frenezie, \u00een costume potrivite cu viciile pe care fiecare simte nevoia s\u0103 le exhibeze. La \u201eS\u0103rb\u0103toarea c\u0103l\u0103ului\u201d, condamnate sunt calit\u0103\u0163ile, bunul-sim\u0163, demnitatea; judec\u0103torii, ale\u015fi dintre cei mai be\u0163ivi \u015fi mai deprava\u0163i oameni ai cet\u0103\u0163ii, au obliga\u0163ia s\u0103-l urce pe e\u015fafod pe cel care, prin comportament moral, \u00eei ofenseaz\u0103 pe cei perver\u015fi.
\nNimerit \u00een aceast\u0103 lume pe dos, Oreste, modestul muzeograf, \u00ee\u015fi pierde treptat identitatea. \u00cent\u00e2i este confundat cu Oskar Omer, fiul unui bog\u0103ta\u015f t\u0103tar decedat, este adoptat de familia acestuia \u015fi de prietenii de familie (Erhan, Haraminu \u015fi Pitic), are parte de situa\u0163ii comice \u015fi dramatice din cauza schimb\u0103rii de identitate \u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015fe\u015fte prin a fi ucis (de fapt nu el, ci clona, dublul s\u0103u!) \u015fi a dob\u00e2ndi o nou\u0103 identitate: C\u0103lug\u0103rul negru, personaj de-al lui Cehov, dar \u015fi element-cheie \u00een romanul lui \u015eerban Tom\u015fa. Pergamentul pe care naratorul-personaj \u00eel prime\u015fte \u00een dar reprezint\u0103 o \u201ecarte a memoriei\u201d, dar \u015fi \u201eo dezlegare pentru a te juca \u00een voie cu vorbele \u015fi a le a\u015fterne pe h\u00e2rtie. De a alege fiin\u0163ele care trebuie s\u0103 apar\u0103 \u00een Cartea Vie\u0163ii sau s\u0103 fie \u015fterse din aceasta. Practic, un act prin care \u0163i se d\u0103 dreptul de a scrie cu fapte \u015fi oameni adev\u0103ra\u0163i\u201d (pag. 266).
\nDe ce trebuie citit\u0103 cartea lui \u015eerban Tom\u015fa? \u00cen primul r\u00e2nd, pentru c\u0103 este bine scris\u0103. Avem de-a face cu opera unui prozator de prima m\u00e2n\u0103, cultivat, care are ceva de spus \u015fi o face cu talent. <\/p>\n


\nVasile GHICA<\/strong><\/p>\n

La balamuc, birjar!…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eOccidentul are la aceast\u0103 or\u0103 o enorm\u0103 ignoran\u0163\u0103 \u015fi o enorm\u0103 nesim\u0163ire\u201d (Pessoa)
\nIar noi ne rupem g\u00e2tul, alerg\u00e2nd dup\u0103 el.<\/em><\/p>\n

*** <\/p>\n

\u201d\u00centotdeauna va veni unul cu bani care \u00eel va obliga pe artist s\u0103 c\u00e2nte\u201d. (Berdiaev)
\nAsta a fost c\u00e2ndva. Acum, asemenea tr\u0103sn\u0103i nu li se mai \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 dec\u00e2t maneli\u015ftilor. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201e\u00cen iubire, omul simte nevoia s\u0103 alerge dup\u0103 c\u0103ru\u0163a care nu vrea s\u0103-l ia\u201d. (\u015eestov)
\nMda! Pentru c\u0103 altfel, ne-am plictisi \u00een draci.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eDin tot ce-ai visat r\u0103m\u00e2ne o limonad\u0103 s\u0103lcie\u201d. (Minulescu)
\nUneori, \u015fi cald\u0103 pe deasupra.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eArta este nemuritoare, ca \u015fi prostia\u201d. (V. Hugo)
\n\u00cen cazul artei, mai apar \u015fi unele conuri de umbr\u0103 totu\u015fi. <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eE mai u\u015for s\u0103-l dete\u015fti pe cineva pentru c\u0103 se scobe\u015fte \u00een nas, dec\u00e2t s\u0103-l \u00eendr\u0103ge\u015fti pentru c\u0103 a compus o simfonie\u201d. (Gombrowitz)
\nA\u015fa d\u0103m noi cu mucii \u00een…. fos\u0103.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201eCea mai mare nenorocire, c\u00e2nd \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u015fti, e s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i t\u00e2n\u0103r\u201d. (O. Wilde)
\nMda. Parc\u0103 ai pune un motor de avion pe o biciclet\u0103 rablagit\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n Passionaria STOICESCU <\/strong>
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Cu nimb <\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu plou
\n\u015fi nu-i nimica nou…
\nC\u00e2te mai mult,
\nc\u00e2te pu\u0163in
\nconjug cu norii
\npe \u201edevin\u201d.<\/p>\n

Clip\u0103 de clip\u0103
\nm\u0103 tot schimb \u2013
\nc\u00e2nd neguroas\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd cu nimb,
\nfugind,
\nplutind
\nsub bolta-nalta
\nmereu o alta,
\ntot o alta…<\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngele meu
\nscrie o hart\u0103
\na unui cer ce-l port,
\nm\u0103 poart\u0103
\nde colo-colo ca pe nori,
\nfie amiaz\u0103,
\nfie zori,
\ng\u00e2nd,
\ntrup
\n\u015fi suflet schimb\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

\u201eA sta\u201d
\nnu-ncape \u00een decor:
\ntun,
\nfulger,
\nning
\n\u015fi plou…
\nDa, plou,
\nsunt nor
\n\u015fi nu-i nimica nou…<\/p>\n

Pe cerul \u00eeng\u0103duitor,
\n\u00een turm\u0103,
\nsingur\u0103,
\ntrec,
\nzbor,
\ndar niciodat\u0103-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103tor,
\ndoar p\u0103tima\u015f\u0103,
\ndoar cu-un dor.<\/p>\n


\nCasa <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ghivecele scriu fereastra
\ncu verde cerneal\u0103 \u2013
\npassiflora se-aga\u0163\u0103 de aerul albastru,
\nvioletele de Parma z\u00e2mbesc violet,
\n\u00een spatele lor
\neu pl\u00e2ng incolor.
\nPere\u0163ii sunt \u00eembr\u0103ca\u0163i cu tablouri,
\n\u015fifonierul e plin ca un Moll,
\nbiblioteca geme de c\u0103r\u0163i, sufletul meu e gol.<\/p>\n

Pe calculator \u0163in o bufni\u0163\u0103,
\n\u00een chip de totem;
\nimaginea e virtual\u0103,
\ncurg mail-uri pe ecranul \u0163eap\u0103n,
\ns-ar zice c\u0103 nu sunt singur\u0103,
\ndar pas\u0103rea e \u00eemp\u0103iat\u0103,
\neu sunt \u00eengrozitor de vie
\n\u015fi chiar \u00eemi dedic acest poem.<\/p>\n


\nTabloul <\/strong><\/p>\n

Goliat e peretele alb
\nal singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii mele,
\npe care l-am \u00eenvins pentru o vreme
\ncu David, \u00een chip de tablou…<\/p>\n

Cusutoreasa \u00eengerilor sunt eu \u2013
\nspecialist\u0103 \u00een aripi rupte,
\nace \u00eenfipte \u00een aer,
\nadic\u0103 \u00een suflet,
\n\u00eens\u0103il\u0103ri cu a\u0163\u0103 neap\u0103rat albastr\u0103…<\/p>\n

Ma\u015fina de cusut e o fereastr\u0103
\npe care stau c\u0103lare
\ngoal\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenaripat\u0103
\ncu aripile mele de \u00eenger
\ndin care doar una e reparat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pictorul David m-a intuit
\n\u00eenainte de a face cuno\u015ftin\u0163\u0103:
\ntrupul meu a \u00eentors spatele lumii
\n\u00een timp ce capul,
\ndin care \u00eenchid \u015fmechere\u015fte un ochi,
\nrecunoa\u015fte c\u0103 asta nu e cu putin\u0163\u0103…<\/p>\n

Ma\u015fina de cusut e stacojie,
\nfundalul e gri…
\n\u201eFoc \u015fi cenu\u015f\u0103!\u201d strig\u0103 pictorul,
\n\u201eArdere p\u00e2n\u0103 la scrum!\u201d \u00eei r\u0103spund eu
\n\u00eencenu\u015f\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00een poezii.<\/p>\n

Deocamdat\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n datoare,
\nchiar dac\u0103 tabloul e achitat,
\npentru c\u0103 am \u00een\u0163eles
\ntocmai asem\u0103narea lui izbitoare
\ncu mine, cea care sunt:<\/p>\n

Cusutoreas\u0103 de suflete rupte,
\nde apostazii, de sentimente,
\nde ape de\u015firate,
\nde straie destr\u0103mate de stele,
\ndar, mai ales
\nde aripi fr\u00e2nte de poem \u015fi de c\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n


\nChopiniana <\/strong><\/p>\n

Neap\u0103rat noaptea
\n\u00eentr-un cub str\u0103veziu
\nChopin m\u0103run\u0163e\u015fte cristale…<\/p>\n

Albe-negre clape
\nse bucur\u0103 de ploaia lor pe viu,
\nde ochiul lumii zb\u0103tut
\nsub arginturi de pleoape<\/p>\n

El e nebun, adic\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostit,
\n\u00eendr\u0103gostit, adic\u0103 lichid
\nv\u0103lurind un z\u0103natic izvor
\ns\u0103 nu-\u015fi aud\u0103 propria disperare
\nalbastr\u0103 \u015fi cresc\u0103toare \u2013
\ndoar s\u0103 o curg\u0103,
\nadic\u0103 s\u0103 o des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015feasc\u0103,
\nun fluviu pierz\u00e2ndu-se-n mare…<\/p>\n


\nCulorile nop\u0163ii <\/strong><\/p>\n

Negru \u00een sub\u0163iere
\nDe la argintul lunii,
\nApoi v\u00e2n\u0103t-t\u00e2njitor
\nS\u0103 treac\u0103 \u00een albastru
\n\u015ei noaptea licit\u00e2nd:
\n\u201eO dat\u0103 albastru,
\nDe dou\u0103 ori albastru,
\nAdjudecat…\u201d
\nTrilul privighetorii
\nSpore\u015fte cu note ivoar
\nDiluarea \u2013
\nBeumarin,
\nAlbastru,
\nAlbastru deschis
\n\u015ei mai deschis,
\nBleu…
\nVenus clipe\u015fte lene\u015f
\nCa sp\u0103l\u0103toreasa
\nAmestec\u00e2nd sineala
\n\u00cen apa de cl\u0103tire.
\nRufa dimine\u0163ii
\nR\u0103sare curat\u0103,
\nAlbind zorile,
\nPentru care sufletul, iat\u0103
\nS-a \u00eembujorat.<\/p>\n


\n Ioan PR\u0102JI\u015eTEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

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

\u00een fiecare clip\u0103
\nm\u0103 aflu \u00een centrul unui cerc,
\no constant\u0103 indisolubil\u0103,
\nprizonier al propriilor m\u0103rturisiri.<\/p>\n

P\u0103catele mele
\ns-au \u00een\u015firat, toate,
\npe foi de h\u00e2rtie milimetric\u0103;
\nm\u0103rgele negre
\nmim\u00e2nd puritatea.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 supun cercului
\n\u015fi semnez cu speran\u0163a
\nunei priviri furi\u015fate dincolo de gard.<\/p>\n


\nSpre vis<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe palme am \u00eensemn\u0103ri
\nscrise cu past\u0103 albastr\u0103
\ndespre via\u0163a noastr\u0103 viitoare.
\nochii mei sunt
\nochelari priviri
\n de tigru,
\n de lup,
\n de fantom\u0103
\ncu umeri apleca\u0163i \u015fi cenu\u015fii.
\nstau singur \u00een bibliotec\u0103
\n\u015fi curg \u00een marea cea neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

m\u0103 fur\u0103 somnul,
\niar venele pulseaz\u0103 de litere
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd c\u0103ldura foii
\nalbe de h\u00e2rtie.<\/p>\n


\nCo\u015fmarul alb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ochilor le crescuser\u0103,
\nde team\u0103,
\n petale
\n\u00een noaptea fosforescent\u0103
\nun frig cosmic \u00eemi mu\u015fc\u0103
\n bocancii
\n\u015fi a\u015fa am disp\u0103rut
\nsub greutatea fulgilor
\nt\u00e2njind dup\u0103 verdele ierbii
\n ne\u00eencol\u0163ite\t<\/p>\n

fiara cu carnea vine\u0163ie
\nnu m\u0103 scap\u0103 din privire
\nmemoria ei se \u015fterge pe picioare
\n la fiecare u\u015f\u0103
\nuitarea g\u0103sindu-\u015fi locul
\n\u00eentr-o ram\u0103 vopsit\u0103
\n cu aer alb<\/p>\n


\nPasul urm\u0103tor<\/strong><\/p>\n

… din leag\u0103n
\nn\u0103luc\u0103 purtat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt…
\n\u015fi mama ce r\u0103sare
\n\u00een ochiul meu
\n\u015fi eu, omul,
\ncu sufletul tot mai greu
\n\u015fi ea
\no f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de stea,
\nnoi, to\u0163i
\nuita\u0163i
\nne vom pierde
\n\u00eentr-o lume verde<\/p>\n


\nEra sear\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Umbrele cu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi m-au oprit
\n\u00een mijlocul unei p\u0103duri
\nera sear\u0103 \u015fi mi-am pip\u0103it
\ninima tremur\u00e2nd\u0103. <\/p>\n

Aveau la ele fl\u0103c\u0103ri
\n\u015fi spre tine am fugit
\ndar m-au prins
\n\u015fi m-au dezbr\u0103cat de piele<\/p>\n

\u00cen trupul meu
\nvenele continuau
\ns\u0103 transporte globule ro\u015fii
\nprintre pleoapele lor se i\u0163ea ura
\n\u015fi mi-au spus cu r\u0103ceal\u0103
\nc\u0103 \u00een cur\u00e2nd voi fi o larv\u0103
\n\u015fi m\u0103 voi rena\u015fte \u00een timpul
\nunei ploi de toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie.<\/p>\n


\nMare<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103\u015find pe nisipul de sticl\u0103
\n\u00een marea albastr\u0103
\nM\u0103 afund.
\nA\u015ftept pe cineva
\nIvit de sub valuri
\nDe m\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 ia
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 poarte \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri.<\/p>\n

Atunci voi \u015fti
\nC\u0103 a sosit sf\u00e2r\u015fitul. <\/p>\n


\nDou\u0103 aripi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een ziua ceea sumbr\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd pe trecerea de pietoni
\nam primit, \u00een dar,
\ndou\u0103 aripi
\nm\u00e2inile au \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi tremure
\napoi
\nmi-am luat aripile viitoare
\nle-am \u00eenvelit \u00een h\u00e2rtia
\n\u00een care
\navusesem micul dejun
\n\u015fi m-am \u00eentors acas\u0103
\nda, m-am \u00eentors acas\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nSpre vis<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe palme am \u00eensemn\u0103ri
\nscrise cu past\u0103 albastr\u0103
\ndespre via\u0163a noastr\u0103 viitoare.<\/p>\n

ochii mei sunt
\nochelari priviri
\n de tigru,
\n de lup,
\n de fantom\u0103
\ncu umeri apleca\u0163i \u015fi cenu\u015fii.<\/p>\n

stau singur \u00een bibliotec\u0103
\n\u015fi curg \u00een marea cea neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

m\u0103 fur\u0103 somnul,
\niar venele pulseaz\u0103 de litere
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd c\u0103ldura foii
\nalbe de h\u00e2rtie.<\/p>\n


\nBastardul<\/strong><\/p>\n

E un copil
\nPe care \u00eel lovesc cu pietre.<\/p>\n

Vin mii de tr\u0103suri cu orbi
\nS\u0103 asculte urletele de satisfac\u0163ie
\nAle mul\u0163imii.<\/p>\n

Dinspre cer se aude:
\nSp\u0103la\u0163i butucul de s\u00e2nge!<\/p>\n

\u015ei-un flaut pl\u00e2nge
\nA moarte;
\nCo\u015ful unde-i va c\u0103dea masca
\nE plin cu mere ro\u015fii.<\/p>\n

Se ridic\u0103 copilul dintre flori
\n\u015ei intr\u0103 \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2ntul reav\u0103n.<\/p>\n


\nSf\u00e2r\u015fit de triste\u0163e<\/strong><\/p>\n

Buzele frem\u0103tau,
\ndorind s\u0103rutul
\n\u00eempietrit \u00een a\u015fteptare;<\/p>\n

acum porumbeii
\n\u00eei ciugulesc
\nz\u00e2mbetul de piatr\u0103
\n\u015fi lacrima sap\u0103
\npref\u0103cut\u0103-n fulg<\/p>\n

… pe-obrazul alb
\nnumai riduri.<\/p>\n


\nSub linia de plutire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt slab ca un ogar
\n\u015ei alerg doar dup\u0103 cei s\u0103raci.<\/p>\n

Urmele mele m\u0103 urm\u0103resc
\nCa o team\u0103 perpetu\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu mai v\u0103d melcii
\nDe pe marginea drumului
\nNici aburul topindu-se
\n\u00een stropi de rou\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sunt a\u015fa de slab
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t pot s\u0103-mi s\u0103rut umbra
\n\u015ei s\u0103-i spun
\nBun\u0103 ziua!<\/p>\n


\nP\u0103s\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103toream \u00eempreun\u0103…
\nDin rucsacuri ne c\u0103deau
\nColi albe de h\u00e2rtie
\nVeneau p\u0103s\u0103ri nenum\u0103rate
\n\u015ei mureau pe ele
\nForm\u00e2nd cuvinte vii.<\/p>\n

\u015ei uite-a\u015fa foile albe
\nCa oamenii vorbeau
\nDespre soare \u015fi lun\u0103
\nRamuri \u015fi nel\u0103muriri
\n\u00eenchipuindu-se de\u015ftepte,
\nAtotcunosc\u0103toare.<\/p>\n


\n Daniela TOMA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Num\u0103r\u0103m ore<\/strong><\/p>\n

sub pleoap\u0103
\nochiul \u00eemboln\u0103vit de-o noapte
\ne \u00eembr\u00e2ncit \u00een timp,
\n\u00ee\u015fi scrie urma
\nsub pledurile amiezii
\nap\u0103 furat\u0103 din fluviul lui Dumnezeu
\nla \u00eenceputul altei zile<\/p>\n

n\u0103luca-\u015fi tr\u0103ie\u015fte nodul din g\u00e2t
\nla mila prezentului<\/p>\n

aici
\ntoate lucrurile sufer\u0103 de neclintire
\nn-au luat destul
\ndin atingerea ta<\/p>\n


\nDin nimic, mai adaug o zi<\/strong><\/p>\n

dospe\u015fte \u00eenc\u0103 o vineri
\nproasp\u0103t reconstruit\u0103
\ncu buzele \u00eenc\u0103 umede
\n\u015fi-un rest
\nde la ultima spovedanie
\naflat\u0103 la ea acas\u0103
\nnu vine s\u0103 contemple
\naripa
\nuitat\u0103-ntr-un cuprins
\npe h\u00e2rtie,
\nsemneaz\u0103-n numele meu
\no bucat\u0103 de via\u0163\u0103
\ncoco\u0163at\u0103 pe ultima \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime<\/p>\n

ecoul se aude
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la Pia\u0163a Roman\u0103<\/p>\n


\nEu \u00eens\u0103mi \u015fi c\u0103derea \u00een gol<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een\u0103l\u0163imea
\nnu e dec\u00e2t
\nochiul de sticl\u0103
\npe strada
\ndin centrul marelui ora\u015f
\nunde nu orice actor
\neste \u00eeng\u0103duit<\/p>\n

ne strecur\u0103m printre degete
\nfoamea<\/p>\n

la marginea scenei
\ncuv\u00e2ntul piezi\u015f
\n\u00ee\u015fi \u015fterge urma<\/p>\n

orbii aplaud\u0103 \u00een ne\u015ftire<\/p>\n


\nBuze umede are noaptea aceasta<\/strong><\/p>\n

fluturi anestezia\u0163i
\nsub partea st\u00e2ng\u0103
\ndevin f\u0103r\u0103 voie
\nviori ce sparg pere\u0163ii,
\ncontinu\u0103 mar\u015ful
\ncu ochii \u00eenchi\u015fi,
\n\u00ee\u015fi umezesc g\u00e2tlejurile
\n\u00een lipsa ta
\n\u015fi-mi scrijelesc \u0163ipete
\n\u00eentr-o stran\u0103
\nunde ultimul amin
\nare buzele cusute<\/p>\n


\nRestul str\u0103zii \u0219i nervii mei mu\u015fca\u0163i de lun\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eencerc\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi
\ns\u0103 recunoa\u0219tem strada
\ncare nu schimb\u0103 nimic
\n\u00een temelia ora\u0219ului
\ntace doar
\n\u00een locuri precise
\nunde concertele de nervi
\nbat \u00een lemn
\nresturi de cuvinte<\/p>\n

invent\u0103m ziduri
\n\u00eentr-un singur tremurat
\nzv\u00e2rcolit \u0219i acela
\nde nebunie<\/p>\n

o singur\u0103 dat\u0103 murim
\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u021bind cu sete
\necoul,
\nalt\u0103 moarte
\nsau nimic <\/p>\n

gura uscat\u0103 a cer\u015fetorului
\n\u00ee\u015fi a\u015fteapt\u0103 por\u0163ia de lun\u0103<\/p>\n


\nRestul unei realit\u0103\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

noaptea-\u015fi ridic\u0103 bretelele
\nca semnul dimine\u0163ii s\u0103 ard\u0103
\nceasul acesta \u00eent\u00e2rziat
\nv\u00e2rsta
\nnu are nicio importan\u0163\u0103,
\nse rote\u015fte doar
\ndeasupra unui g\u00e2nd credincios
\nde parc\u0103 n-ar avea
\n\u00eenc\u0103 o zi buimac\u0103
\ncu toate dedesubturile
\naruncate
\npeste paravan<\/p>\n


\nNecorespunz\u0103tor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een c\u0103utarea aceasta continu\u0103
\nrostuim amiezi cu t\u0103lpile goale,
\noameni necunoscu\u021bi
\n\u00ee\u0219i ascut respira\u021biile
\npentru a inunda cu \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri
\nurme de \u00een\u021belegeri
\nap\u0103rute de nic\u0103ieri,
\nexperiment\u0103m insuficient
\nst\u0103ri de fapt,
\n\u00eenceputuri,
\nreg\u0103siri
\nf\u0103r\u0103 contururi precise
\n\u00eentre toate acestea,
\nparfumul t\u0103u
\ne doar \u00eenchipuire
\nde singur p\u0103cat
\nce-\u021bi face zdren\u021be
\nsufletul<\/p>\n


\nO alt\u0103 zi la-ndem\u00e2n\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

locul unde mi-a f\u0103cut cu ochiul
\nprimul ceas pl\u0103nuit
\n\u00eentr-o zi ne\u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare
\nsculpteaz\u0103 acum
\nrestul celor dou\u0103 forme amputate
\ndintr-un arc de cerc
\nunde
\no balerin\u0103 trecut\u0103 de prima tinere\u0163e
\n\u00eembl\u00e2nzea cu r\u0103bdare r\u0103sp\u00e2ntiile
\n\u00een care-\u0163i dormeau pa\u015fii ne\u00eencepu\u0163i
\niar cuvintele \u0163i se ad\u0103posteau
\nnemi\u015fcate de zile \u00een \u015fir
\nca \u00eentr-un incubator
\n\u00ee\u015fi coceau mersul<\/p>\n

doar o zi mai necheaz\u0103
\nu\u015for surprins\u0103
\ncu urechea lipit\u0103 de zid<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen g\u00e2ndul acesta nu se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 nimic, niciodat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

cer\u015fetorul de timp
\nse \u00eentoarce pe partea cealalt\u0103
\na pleoapelor tale,
\np\u00e2nde\u015fte v\u00e2rsta icoanei
\nde la c\u00e2\u0163iva metri
\nlocul unde a r\u0103mas pu\u0163in
\ndin treac\u0103tul acesta
\ndup\u0103 ce ai legat noaptea la ochi
\n\u015fi ai adormit-o
\ndezbr\u0103cat\u0103 de ultimele ceasuri<\/p>\n

poate niciodat\u0103 strig\u0103tul
\nn-a umblat mai liber
\nca \u00een ad\u0103postul acestei inimi
\nce-\u015fi \u00eendeamn\u0103 \u00een tine
\nrestul vie\u0163ii<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndului nu-i afl\u0103m locul
\nrestul se pierde-n r\u0103zboaie fl\u0103m\u00e2nde de trupuri
\ndin care url\u0103 \u0163ip\u0103tul
\n\u00eempachetat \u00een goliciunea molipsitoare
\na acestei case
\nnimeni nu strig\u0103 lacom,
\nchipul iese cu \u00eendoiala puls\u00e2nd deasupra capului,
\nca t\u0103i\u015ful ce a d\u0103ruit \u00eenvierea,
\ntr\u0103itul \u00eentr-o cu\u015fc\u0103 alb\u0103
\n\u015fi m\u00e2inile acelea pline
\nde s\u0103rut t\u00e2n\u0103r
\n\u00een care m\u0103 simt scuturat\u0103,
\naruncat\u0103 \u00een strad\u0103<\/p>\n

o jum\u0103tate a fost \u00eenghi\u0163it\u0103
\nde partea cealalt\u0103
\na miezului firesc
\nzgomotul trecerii rupt \u00een buc\u0103\u0163i
\nnu mai las\u0103 forma s\u0103 curg\u0103
\nnu-i pas\u0103 c\u0103 zidurile-l pleznesc peste ochi
\n\u00een fiecare vineri<\/p>\n


\nExist\u0103 un pre\u0163 pentru toate<\/strong><\/p>\n

e legea glasului
\naruncat spre netr\u0103ire
\ncu pieptul gol
\n\u00eempotriva tuturor r\u0103nilor
\ndin cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

din abis deschis
\nsuntem pl\u0103m\u0103di\u0163i<\/p>\n

nu putem ie\u015fi
\ndin ad\u00e2ncimea aceasta
\npe care n-am tr\u0103it-o
\nca-ntr-un tratat de descompunere
\nsufletul meu \u2013
\nspectacol cu casa \u00eenchis\u0103<\/p>\n


\n\u00cel salut pe cel treaz din mine<\/strong><\/p>\n

g\u00e2nd dospit
\nce scormone\u015fte timpul
\n\u015fi-\u015fi noteaz\u0103 fiecare risip\u0103
\n\u00een agend\u0103<\/p>\n

ca un r\u00e2s amnezic
\nizbit de toate zidurile ne\u00eencepute,
\nc\u0103lc\u00e2nd c\u0103tre lume
\npe o rogojin\u0103 rupt\u0103-n buc\u0103\u0163i<\/p>\n

nu mai punem la socoteal\u0103
\nr\u0103spunsul nepotrivit
\n\u00eentors pe dos
\nde culoarea ini\u0163ial\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eemp\u0103r\u0163im \u00eentre noi ecoul crescut
\n\u00een liber\u0103 alegere,
\ngol \u00eentr-un deget
\nf\u0103r\u0103 inel
\ncu-n ochi al disper\u0103rii
\nuscat totdeauna
\n\u00eentr-un asfin\u0163it
\nc\u0103ruia ai puterea
\ns\u0103-i dai alt contur<\/p>\n

acesta-i obrazul
\nce n-a \u015ftiut s\u0103 mu\u015fte
\nmai tare din tine<\/p>\n

firimituri cu urmele tale
\n\u00eembrac\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103
\naripa pl\u00e2ns\u0103 pe br\u00e2nci
\nce nu te-a g\u0103sit acas\u0103
\nla ultima a\u015fteptare<\/p>\n

bun\u0103 seara, domnule!
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n dincolo de u\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n


\nCuvintele-n agonie<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu \u015ftiu s\u0103 umple
\nperetele acestei t\u0103ceri,
\ns\u0103 \u015ftearg\u0103 repausul
\nc\u00e2nd te sim\u0163i anterior
\npe o list\u0103 cu plec\u0103ri definitive<\/p>\n

ca \u015fi cum \u0163i s-ar fura ceva
\ntocmai c\u00e2nd
\nnumeri secundele
\ncu ochii \u0163int\u0103-n tavan
\nc\u00e2t ar costa un minut
\nde tr\u0103ire \u00een cuv\u00e2ntul
\nce se surp\u0103 \u00een tine
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 speri c\u0103 cineva
\n\u00eel va prinde?<\/p>\n

a\u0163i putea s\u0103 mi-l pune\u0163i
\nla pachet, v\u0103 rog?<\/p>\n

e pentru cealalt\u0103 jum\u0103tate
\nr\u0103v\u0103\u015fit\u0103-n mine<\/p>\n


\nNelocuibil \u00eendeajuns<\/strong><\/p>\n

locuiesc \u00een aceast\u0103 cas\u0103
\nunde
\nferestrele din noi
\noglindesc \u00eenceputul
\ndin trei \u00een trei nop\u0163i<\/p>\n

trec\u0103torul se holbeaz\u0103,
\nm\u0103 mai strig\u0103 uneori
\nla \u00eentoarcere
\nca numele s\u0103-mi transforme \u00een destin
\nparc-ar vrea s\u0103 spun\u0103:
\n\u201emi-a f\u0103cut pl\u0103cere
\ns\u0103 nu te cunosc destul!”<\/p>\n


\nDestul de cite\u0163?<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 ard degetele
\npeste care s-a v\u0103rsat
\necoul secundelor \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nite
\nde forma timpului<\/p>\n

distan\u0163a dintre dou\u0103 re\u00eenvieri
\ncurge cu ochiul l\u0103crimat
\nal unui proces invers
\n\u00eentredeschis spre niciunde
\npresupun\u00e2nd c\u0103 mai exist\u0103
\no interpretare dornic\u0103
\ns\u0103 prind\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini
\n\u00eentr-un singur cuv\u00e2nt
\nmai po\u0163i clipi
\ngustul unei sosiri
\nspre partea care face zgomot
\naici?<\/p>\n


\nIar\u0103\u015fi<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca o dorin\u0163\u0103 nesec\u0103tuit\u0103
\nspre certitudine
\nse \u00eendreapt\u0103
\nzborul acesta obosit,
\nalearg\u0103 de pe o \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime pe alta
\nca o alarm\u0103
\nce se declan\u015feaz\u0103
\nla fiecare atingere,
\nse \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cineaz\u0103
\n\u015fi se dezr\u0103d\u0103cineaz\u0103
\n\u00een acela\u015fi timp,
\neste un fel de compromis
\n\u00eentre locul acesta gol
\n\u015fi dep\u0103rtare,
\nasemeni unei partide de tenis
\npe un teren accidentat,
\nnu b\u0103nuie\u015fti de la \u00eenceput
\ncum se termin\u0103
\ndar e\u015fti sigur
\nc\u0103 va exista cineva
\ncare va pierde
\nuneori m\u0103 \u00eentreb:
\nm-am stins
\nsau am \u00eenviat
\n\u00eenaintea mea?<\/p>\n


\n*Ca-ntr-un spectacol cu m\u0103\u015fti<\/strong><\/p>\n

se cuprind anii nem\u0103rturisi\u0163i,
\ntrec gr\u0103bi\u0163i pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi
\n\u00eembr\u0103ca\u0163i parc\u0103 \u00een ve\u015fmintele altcuiva
\npare a fi simplu lucrul acesta
\ndac\u0103 ochiul st\u00e2ng
\nn-ar striga din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd:
\nlas\u0103-l pe bietul om s\u0103 plece!
\napoi u\u015file se \u00eenchid
\nnecunoscutul s\u0103 poat\u0103 sta pe g\u00e2nduri
\n\u00eenainte de a c\u0103dea cortina
\nc\u00e2te patimi f\u0103r\u0103 rost
\n\u00een toate ne\u00eenceputurile,
\nblestem al omului care, neav\u00e2nd de ales
\nse \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2neaz\u0103 s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Valeria Manta T\u0103icu\u0163u \u015eerban Tom\u015fa: \u201eC\u0103lug\u0103rul negru\u201d Muridava, ora\u015ful dobrogean \u00een care se desf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 ac\u0163iunea recentului roman al lui \u015eerban<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"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\/19504"}],"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=19504"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19504\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19506,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19504\/revisions\/19506"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=19504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}