{"id":20038,"date":"2022-12-29T23:12:12","date_gmt":"2022-12-29T20:12:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20038"},"modified":"2022-12-29T23:12:12","modified_gmt":"2022-12-29T20:12:12","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-25-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20038","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 25 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Costel BUNOAICA<\/strong>
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A\u015eEZAREA \u00ceN SINE<\/strong><\/p>\n

De\u015fi nu am plecat nic\u0103ieri, simt, uneori, c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc acas\u0103.
\nCel dinl\u0103untrul meu altfel m\u0103 prive\u015fte. I se \u00eentrege\u015fte lumina
\ndin ochi, chipul \u00eei sur\u00e2de \u015fi, Doamne, pe dat\u0103-nflore\u015fte!
\nRelele \u00eel p\u0103r\u0103sesc.
\n\u015ei migreaz\u0103\u2026 Migreaz\u0103. Chiar dac\u0103 cea\u0163a e deas\u0103 \u015fi prin jur
\nsunt doar oameni str\u0103ini cu pocale de vin. \u015ei venin.
\nNu \u00eei condamn, nu le pun c\u0103tu\u015fe. La g\u00e2nduri. La m\u00e2ini.
\n\u00cei las liberi cu poftele lor. S\u0103 roiasc\u0103 pe str\u0103zi. S\u0103 \u00eenoate \u00een lac.
\n S\u0103 fac\u0103 amor dup\u0103 bunul lor plac.
\n S\u0103 cad\u0103-n p\u0103cat . Sau la pat.
\n E alegerea lor, nu pot s\u0103-i opresc. Nici nu vreau.
\n A\u015fa \u015fti-voi \u015fi eu ce g\u00e2ndesc. Cum danseaz\u0103.
\n \u015eti-voi ce s\u0103 iau, ce s\u0103 dau. Cum s\u0103 cresc \u00een suflet iertarea,
\n s\u0103 le fie ziua pedeaps\u0103. \u015ei noaptea mireas\u0103.<\/p>\n

De\u015fi nu-s plecat nic\u0103ieri, simt, uneori, c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc acas\u0103.
\nC\u0103 timpul, a\u015fezat \u00eentre mine \u015fi lucruri, nu m\u0103 mai apas\u0103. \u015ei sunt
\nLiber. Desc\u0103tu\u015fat. Respir libertate. \u015ei aer curat.
\n \u2026 Se aprinde o lumin\u0103-n fereastr\u0103: lumina din ochi.
\n A mea. A ta. Lumina noastr\u0103.
\nNu mai hoin\u0103resc prin iluzii. \u0162in timpul \u00een loc. Inima bate puternic.
\nS\u00e2ngele, iart\u0103-l! ia foc. C\u00e2nd te simte aproape, carnea mea
\nexplodeaz\u0103 frumos. Cum cire\u015ful \u00een floare. Ca mirosul din merele
\ncoapte. Ca un c\u00e2ntec duios.<\/p>\n

\u015etiu, \u00een jurul meu roiesc oameni str\u0103ini. Care pot s\u0103 \u00eemi fie
\nprieteni. Alt\u0103dat\u0103. Acum, o hait\u0103 de c\u00e2ini. Minunat\u0103.
\n\u015ei, cu toate acestea,
\nc\u00e2nd se aprinde o lumin\u0103-n fereastr\u0103, de\u015fi nu sunt
\nplecat nic\u0103ieri, simt c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc iar\u0103\u015fi acas\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n \u00ceNL\u0102UNTRU, DOU\u0102 JIVINE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte dup\u0103 noapte a\u015ftept. \u00cen odaie e bine. \u015ei r\u0103u.
\nNu las pe nimeni s\u0103 intre. \u00cenl\u0103untru sunt eu \u015fi cu mine.
\n\u015ei o parte nev\u0103zut\u0103 de lume.
\nS\u0103 ias\u0103 cine sau ce ar putea?
\nDuhul meu? Carnea mea? Aerul bl\u00e2nd al iubirii divine?
\n\u00cenl\u0103untru sunt doar eu \u015fi cu mine.<\/p>\n

Str\u00e2ng cerul \u00een pumni \u015fi pumnii la piept. Fruntea o
\n\u0163in sprijinit\u0103 de-o stea. Trec \u00eengeri chilugi. Trec \u015fi
\n\u00eengerii drep\u0163i. \u015ei umbrele pl\u00e2nse din ne\u00eemplinitele mor\u0163i.
\nMie mi-e bine. Uneori, \u00eemi e r\u0103u. C\u00e2nd via\u0163a se \u00eentoarce cu fa\u0163a
\nspre mine. C\u00e2nd ceea ce fac se scufund\u0103-n lumine. C\u00e2nd,
\ntem\u0103tor, \u00eei vorbesc unui zeu. Atunci, Z\u00e2n\u0103 Bun\u0103, sunt eu,
\ncel care fuge de mine. Cel care nu are noroc. \u015ei s\u00e2nge \u00een
\n vine. Cel care tr\u0103ie\u015fte, azi, iubirea de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

Noapte dup\u0103 noapte a\u015ftept. S\u00e2ngele se \u00eengroa\u015f\u0103-n artere.
\nPleoapele-mi cad ruginite. Ca ni\u015fte lac\u0103te. Grele. \u00centunericul
\nm\u0103 frige. M\u0103 arde.
\nUnde sunte\u0163i, lacrimi ale mele? Unde e\u015fti, lumin\u0103 ucig\u0103toare
\nde stele? Inima mea pream\u0103re\u015fte c\u0103derea, n-o pl\u00e2nge.
\n\u00cen odaie e bine. \u015ei r\u0103u. La mas\u0103 sunt eu \u015fi cu mine. Dincolo
\n de cas\u0103 \u00eenflore\u015fte iubirea. \u015ei \u00een ea Dumnezeu.
\n Str\u00e2ng cerul \u00een pumni \u015fi pumnii la piept. A\u015ftept s\u0103 se
\npiard\u0103 mirosul de fiar\u0103-n de\u015fert.<\/p>\n

Noapte dup\u0103 noapte a\u015ftept. \u00cen odaie e bine. \u015ei r\u0103u.
\nNu las pe nimeni s\u0103 intre. \u00cenl\u0103untru sunt eu \u015fi cu mine.
\n\u015ei-o parte nev\u0103zut\u0103 de lume.
\nS\u0103 ias\u0103 cine sau ce ar putea?
\nDuhul meu ? Carnea mea? Aerul bl\u00e2nd al iubirii divine?
\n\u00cenl\u0103untru sunt doar eu \u015fi cu mine.<\/p>\n


\n O ALERGARE \u00ceN ZORI<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 afund tot mai mult \u00een viitor. Cu sufletul h\u00e2d. Cu g\u00e2ndul rotund.
\nCu umbra bolnav\u0103 a unui picior.
\nStr\u0103bat culoarul cu team\u0103. Lumina nu se sfie\u015fte, nici nu m\u0103 bag\u0103
\n\u00een seam\u0103. Munce\u015fte t\u0103cut. Are la\u0163ul de g\u00e2t. \u015ei o sticl\u0103 goal\u0103 din
\ncare, probabil, sau chiar a b\u0103ut.
\nLa c\u00e2\u0163iva metri, \u00een col\u0163, la \u015fosea, p\u00e2nde\u015fte \u00eentunericul \u015fi mai t\u0103cut.
\nDesf\u0103cut la curea. O fi fost la iubit\u0103? O fi fost la morm\u00e2nt?<\/p>\n

M\u0103 afund \u00een viitor \u015fi mai bine. Cel\u0103lalt picior vine gr\u0103bit dup\u0103 mine.
\n\u00cel ajunge pe cel dinainte, \u00eel \u00eentrece \u015fi se scufund\u0103-n trecut.
\nStau cu un bocanc \u00een groap\u0103 \u015fi cu altul pe mal.
\nNu te uita!
\nD\u0103 telefon la spital.<\/p>\n

M-am afundat cu o parte din mine \u00een trecut. Cu cealalt\u0103 \u00een viitor.
\nDe bucuros ce sunt \u00eemi vine s\u0103 mor.<\/p>\n


\n V\u0102P\u0102I. DEMONI SAU ZEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen acest pat zace umbra mea r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163at\u0103.
\nDac\u0103 nu i s-ar vedea r\u0103suflarea pe partea cealalt\u0103 a lunii ai
\nzice c\u0103 moartea doarme \u00een ea.
\nOdaia \u00een care e patul \u2013 \u015fi-n care zace umbra mea r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163at\u0103, d\u0103
\ncu ferestrele-n noapte. Are u\u015fa de \u015foapte. \u00cenalte. \u015ei sparte.
\nPe m\u0103su\u0163a din mijlocul od\u0103ii se rostogolesc doi ochi.
\n\u015ei nu-i de mirare c\u0103 v\u0103d ce vor ei. Porumbei?! Demoni?! Sau zei?!
\nNu mai conteaz\u0103 dac\u0103 e umbr\u0103 sau nor peste umbrele lor.
\nInsist: conteaz\u0103 ce crezi, nu ce vezi, c\u0103ci privirea \u00een\u015feal\u0103,
\ncum \u015fi vorbele mint.
\nCu Satana faci leg\u0103m\u00e2nt c\u00e2nd vrei r\u0103ul; c\u00e2nd \u0163i-e greu \u015fi sim\u0163i
\nc\u0103 via\u0163a \u00ee\u0163i este la marginea de jos, te \u00eentorci cu fa\u0163a \u00eenspre
\nDumnezeu. A\u015fa cum umbra mea r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163at\u0103 va face, probabil,
\nc\u00e2ndva. Deocamdat\u0103, ea zace. \u015ei nu-i con\u015ftient\u0103 c\u0103 pe mas\u0103,
\nal\u0103turi de ochi, este o coas\u0103. T\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103. Frumoas\u0103. Cu miros de
\nmireas\u0103.
\nPe lam\u0103 sunt urme de ierburi verzi \u015fi uscate. Nenum\u0103rate.
\n\u00cen rest, odaia e goal\u0103.
\n\u00centuneric \u00eenl\u0103untru.
\n\u00centuneric afar\u0103.
\nPe garduri. \u00cen ciuturi. \u00cen inima mea b\u00e2ntuit\u0103 de fluturi
\n\u00cen \u00eentuneric dou\u0103 v\u0103p\u0103i ispitesc. Ele spun nop\u0163ii din umbr\u0103 \u015fi umbrei din mine c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 tr\u0103iesc. C\u0103 sufletul lor \u00eenc\u0103 e viu \u015fi e
\nbine s\u0103 \u015ftiu cum se vinde-n iarmaroc o via\u0163\u0103. \u015ei c\u00e2t se \u00eentinde
\numbra care o r\u0103sfa\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen acest pat zace umbra mea r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163at\u0103.
\nDac\u0103 nu i s-ar vedea r\u0103suflarea pe partea cealalt\u0103 a lunii, ai
\nzice c\u0103-i moart\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n A\u015eTEPTAREA LA POR\u0162I. DANS ILUZORIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stau \u00een fa\u0163a unor por\u0163i mari. Pu\u0163in mai \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 am soarele.
\n\u00cen spate am luna. \u00cen fa\u0163a lunii st\u0103 un portar. Cum \u015fi \u00een fa\u0163a
\nsoarelui st\u0103 un altul. Nu am voie s\u0103 fac pasul \u00een nici o
\ndirec\u0163ie. Nu am voie s\u0103 \u00eentorc capul.
\nStau nemi\u015fcat \u015fi at\u00e2t. Nu m\u0103 las sedus de-o n\u0103luc\u0103. Nu vreau
\ns\u0103 cad \u00een ispit\u0103. Nici \u00een apa ad\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Privesc. Dar \u015ftiu c\u0103 privirea \u00een\u015feal\u0103.
\nDrumul din st\u00e2nga este tot o ran\u0103. Drumul din dreapta e
\npr\u0103p\u0103stios.
\nDeschide , Doamne, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u015fi \u00eengere\u015fte-m\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la os!
\nDezleag\u0103 izvoarele \u015fi asmute p\u00e2raiele spre poarta de jos de
\ndincolo de lun\u0103. Acolo unde sunt m\u0103runtaiele ve\u0163ii. \u015ei mama
\nfurtun\u0103. S\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 dansul de pietre. Dansul de ap\u0103. Valsul
\npustiei \u00een care lini\u015ftea sap\u0103. S\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 tornada de vise.
\nIzb\u0103ve\u015fte-m\u0103, via\u0163\u0103! Por\u0163ile mele sunt ve\u015fnic deschise.
\nP\u0103m\u00e2ntul doarme profund.
\nM\u0103 rabd\u0103 pe mine, cum ne rabd\u0103 pe to\u0163i.
\nSe casc\u0103 doar s\u0103-i primeasc\u0103 pe mor\u0163i, apoi se \u00eenchide iar\u0103\u015fi
\n\u00een el. \u00cen acela\u015fi mister.<\/p>\n

Stau \u00een fa\u0163a unor por\u0163i mari. Nu am habar, dar insist c\u0103 acolo
\nsunt por\u0163i. Nu le v\u0103d, dar le simt. Au crescut dinspre cer \u015fi
\ns-au desf\u0103cut \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Odat\u0103 cu lumea. Demult.
\nPu\u0163in mai \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 am soarele. \u00cen spate am luna. Dac\u0103 stau sau
\nmerg, mi-e tot una. Oricum, n-o s\u0103 simt, n-o s\u0103 v\u0103d dac\u0103 \u00een mine
\nurc\u0103 aer coclit din inima nop\u0163ilor. <\/p>\n

E s\u00e2mb\u0103ta mor\u0163ilor. O s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit.
\n \u015ei p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 rabd\u0103, cum ne rabd\u0103 pe to\u0163i.
\n Pe vii \u015fi pe mor\u0163i.
\n Pe cei care, deopotriv\u0103, a\u015fteapt\u0103 la por\u0163i.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u0163\u0103 am soarele. \u00cen spate am luna. Arat\u0103-te, Doamne,
\n se zvone\u015fte furtuna!<\/p>\n


\n UCIDEREA SINELUI <\/strong><\/p>\n

Am plecat din mine mereu.
\nLa plecare e simplu. La \u00eentoarcere-i greu\u2026
\nC\u0103rarea, ce pierdut m-a f\u0103cut, nu mai este. S-a fr\u00e2nt.
\nCum s-a fr\u00e2nt visul meu. Cum s-a fr\u00e2nt scara
\nce urca, rareori, \u00eenspre Dumnezeu.
\nS\u0103 nu mai putem cobor\u00ee. Tu \u015fi eu. S\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2nem ve\u015fnic
\n\u00eentr-o mantie de cea\u0163\u0103. Din care s\u0103 izvorasc\u0103 discret
\nvia\u0163a noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Din mine am plecat mai mereu. \u00cen urm\u0103, r\u0103m\u00e2nea u\u015fa
\n\u00eenchis\u0103. Pentru \u00eentoarcerea mea. Pentru altul deschis\u0103.
\nDe aceea, \u00een locul meu nu m\u0103 puteam \u00eentoarce tot eu.
\nCi un altul. Care \u00eemi ocupa via\u0163a.
\n\u015ei patul.<\/p>\n

La plecare \u00eentotdeauna e simplu.
\nLa \u00eentoarcere-i greu!
\nDoamne, d\u0103-mi o singur\u0103 dat\u0103 putere s\u0103 fiu,
\n dup\u0103 fiecare plecare, tot eu!<\/p>\n


\nGermain Nouveau<\/strong>
\n (1851-1920)<\/p>\n

Ce trist\u0103 cade-o sear\u0103…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce trist\u0103 cade-o sear\u0103 \u00eentr-un Brumar cu ploaie!
\nC\u00e2nd biata lum\u00e2nare-aprins\u0103 agonizeaz\u0103 \u00een odaie.<\/p>\n

Visez \u0219i inima departe de reveria mea se \u021bine:
\nAcesta este adev\u0103rul, cu toate c\u0103 nu este bine.<\/p>\n

\u00cen jur nici pic de bucurie, nici suferin\u021b\u0103 nu-i deloc:
\nPe portativul frun\u021bii mele-i doar f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de nenoroc.<\/p>\n

N-aud \u0219i nici nu v\u0103d de parc\u0103 i-a\u0219 fi zis lumii bun r\u0103mas
\n\u0218i nu m-ajunge nici ecoul celui mai f\u0103r\u0103 seam\u0103n glas.<\/p>\n

\u00cen p\u00e2lp\u00e2itul ei haotic lumina lum\u00e2n\u0103rii cre\u0219te
\n\u0218i-n \u00eenc\u0103perea dezolant\u0103 un trist noiembrie plute\u0219te.<\/p>\n

De nu am auzenii, totu\u0219i, parc\u0103 disting u\u0219or ceva
\nPe marea-nchipurii care \u00een veci de veci va frem\u0103ta.<\/p>\n

De bun\u0103 seam\u0103 c\u0103 e vorba de sufletu-mi \u00eensingurat
\nPe care \u00een aceast\u0103 sear\u0103 nisipu-n el l-a \u00eengropat!<\/p>\n


\n \u00cen p\u0103dure<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen strania p\u0103dure noaptea cre\u0219te
\n\u0218i parc\u0103 negra lini\u0219te fo\u0219ne\u0219te.<\/p>\n

Sub lacrimile clarului de lun\u0103,
\nP\u0103durea-i fie alb\u0103, fie brun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Un v\u00e2nt de var\u0103 vine de niciunde
\nCa un nebun ce drumul \u0219i-l ascunde.<\/p>\n

Spre fream\u0103tul stelarelor sc\u00e2ntei
\nP\u0103durea-\u0219i m\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2ntecele ei<\/p>\n

C\u00e2teodat\u0103 de departe vine
\nUn zvon durut de p\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i jivine.<\/p>\n

\u00cen vizuini mirosurile-s grele,
\nIar viperele dorm de frig \u0219i ele.<\/p>\n

Ora e rece, dragostea-i bolnav\u0103
\nDe-at\u00e2ta-ntemeiere de otrav\u0103.<\/p>\n

Fiin\u021ba ce nu uit\u0103 o jignire
\nSe-astruc\u0103-n propria-i g\u00e2ndire.<\/p>\n

Prea buna lun\u0103 ce pe cer e
\nRevars\u0103, c-un sur\u00e2s de miere,<\/p>\n

Sufletu-i calm \u0219i mult\u0103 voluptate
\nPeste cireada st\u00e2ncilor ro\u0219cate.<\/p>\n


\n Poeme<\/strong><\/p>\n

I<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 verde stea pe bolt\u0103 \u015fi nici alb\u0103 nebuloas\u0103
\nPe nu \u015ftiu ce Styx amarnic \u015fi \u00een centrul unui O
\nF\u0103c\u00e2nd s\u0103-i vibreze apei melancolicul halo
\nSpiritul meu face pluta \u015fi \u00een voia ei se las\u0103<\/p>\n

II<\/p>\n

Pe Ur\u015filor cu seara veneam c\u00e2nd \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103,
\nsub\u0163ire ca o frunz\u0103 talpa st\u0103tea s\u0103-mi cad\u0103,
\nmi-am zis cu o\u0163\u0103r\u00e2re: o, cum nu am acum
\ncu nasturii-i de aur albastrul meu costum
\n\u015fi lenjeria fin\u0103 \u015fi vesta mea cu flori
\nce m\u0103 smulgeau se pare din anii trec\u0103tori,
\nde ce nu am, o, Doamne, ciorapii de bumbac,
\nde ce f\u0103r\u0103 de graiul de-acas\u0103-s mai s\u0103rac\u2026
\nLa un Birou, \u00een centru, sta scris pe-o plac\u0103 fin\u0103:
\n\u201e\u00cenc\u0103-a\u015ftept\u0103m un t\u00e2n\u0103r provincial s\u0103 vin\u0103!<\/p>\n


\n Rotruanja nebunilor
\n din Bic\u00eatre<\/strong><\/p>\n

Voi, Parce torc\u0103toare de zile \u015fi destine,
\nCu r\u00e2vn\u0103 firul vie\u0163ii \u00eel scoate\u0163i din oricine,
\nNebunii din Bic\u00eatre de ce i-a\u0163i excepta
\nDe\u015fi-n ei fluxul vremii lucreaz\u0103 altcumva?<\/p>\n

Voi, Parce torc\u0103toare de zile \u015fi destine,
\nAve\u0163i diverse ritmuri, mai repezi \u015fi mai line.
\nNebunii din Bic\u00eatre sunt primii-n a uita
\nElanul muncii voastre ce greu va \u00eenceta.<\/p>\n

Voi, Parce torc\u0103toare de zile \u015fi destine,
\nCe nu cru\u0163a\u0163i nici omul nici bietele jivine
\nPrecum e, bun\u0103oar\u0103, maimu\u0163a-n jungla sa,
\nZigzagul ei specific i-l toarce\u0163i tot a\u015fa.<\/p>\n

Voi, Parce torc\u0103toare de zile \u015fi destine,
\nDe toarce\u0163i nop\u0163i c\u00e2nd somnul sub pleoapa lumii vine,
\nNebunii din Bic\u00eatre, ilu\u015ftri-n a visa
\nDin Vasul trist licoarea nicic\u00e2nd n-o vor gusta.<\/p>\n

O, Parce torc\u0103toare lucide de destine,
\n\u00cemi r\u0103sucir\u0103\u0163i firul din patru lune pline,
\nDar nu pentru o sup\u0103 ca ursul voi dansa \u2013
\nEu scurta via\u0163\u0103 toars\u0103 mi-o vreau din altceva!<\/p>\n


\n Musulmane<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu str\u0103\u0219nicie v\u0103 ascunde\u021bi p\u0103rul impudic de bogat,
\nCu str\u0103\u0219nicie v\u0103 ascunde\u021bi arcul spr\u00e2ncenelor bogate
\n\u0218i tot la fel v-ascunde\u021bi ve\u0219nic privirile \u00eengrijorate
\n\u00cen care sadice imagini cu umbra s-au amestecat.<\/p>\n

\u00cen calea \u0219oaptelor auzul v\u0103 este-abis baricadat
\nOri focul buzelor carmine ce-n jind neostoit se zbate,
\nGropi\u021bele-n obraji \u0219i limba cu v\u00e2rful roz vi-s camuflate
\nDe-un v\u0103l prin care \u0219i mireasma din jur e greu de inspirat.<\/p>\n

Voi v\u0103lul vi-l purta\u021bi ca melcul ce-\u0219i duce casa \u00een spinare.
\nIar casa v\u0103 p\u0103streaz\u0103-ntr\u00eensa \u00eentocmai ca o \u00eenchisoare;
\nV\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg: Iubirii-i place aceast\u0103 nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 scen\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iubite frate, nu acolo-i femeia care-n vis \u021bi-apare
\nCa \u00eentrupare a pudorii, dar \u0219i-n chip absolut obscen\u0103
\nA\u0219a cum a fost ea creat\u0103 c\u00e2ndva din cap p\u00e2n\u0103-n picioare?<\/p>\n


\n Sufletul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218tiind c\u0103 asta mi-i menirea,
\nAm cobor\u00e2t pe scara ta;
\nDar ceea ce-a legat Iubirea
\nNu poate timpul dezlega.<\/p>\n

Culc\u00e2ndu-te devii ursuz\u0103
\n\u00cen patul parc\u0103 mai enor
\nBuzele-\u021bi gura mi-o refuz\u0103
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine dorm.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd solitudinea se-arat\u0103
\nPar c\u00e2t se poate de firesc,
\nUn domn uitat de lumea toat\u0103;
\nTotu\u0219i la bra\u021bul t\u0103u p\u0103\u0219esc.<\/p>\n

Prin noi destinele astrale
\nCa dou\u0103 fire se-mpletesc;
\nG\u00e2ndesc cu g\u00e2ndurile tale
\n\u0218i tot cu ochii t\u0103i privesc.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd cred c\u0103 fac un lucru bun,
\nDoresc ca-n el s\u0103 te incluzi,
\nC\u0103ci \u0219tiu atunci ori presupun
\nC\u0103 m\u0103 observi \u0219i m\u0103 auzi.<\/p>\n

Zarea privirii tale vaste
\n\u021ai-o simt \u0219i r\u00e2sul delicat
\nD\u0103 farmec nop\u021bii mele caste
\nPrecum \u0219i ghes de confesat.<\/p>\n

E doar iluzie, fire\u0219te…
\nA\u0219a ceva n-a fost nicic\u00e2nd.
\nMignon\u0103, \u0219tii c\u0103 te p\u0103ze\u0219te
\nTot adev\u0103rul spus \u00een g\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Cu bucurie \u00eempreun\u0103,
\nNecunosc\u00e2nd cuv\u00e2ntul nu,
\nAm traversat o soart\u0103 bun\u0103,
\nDocili fiind \u0219i eu \u0219i tu.<\/p>\n

\u0218tiai prea bine ce \u00eenseamn\u0103
\nS\u0103 la\u0219i s\u0103 piar\u0103 un s\u0103rut,
\nCi sufletu-i la mine, Doamn\u0103,
\n\u0218i \u021bi-l p\u0103strez ca la-nceput.<\/p>\n


\n Iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu nu m\u0103 tem de pumnii sor\u021bii
\n\u0218i nici de chinu-ngrozitor,
\nDe \u0219arpele-nfig\u00e2ndu-\u0219i col\u021bii
\nOri de otrava din ulcior,
\nDe ho\u021bii ce pr\u0103dat m-ar vrea,
\nDe zbirii \u0219i complicii lor,
\nC\u00e2t timp sunt cu Iubirea mea.<\/p>\n

R\u00e2z\u00e2nd de fulgerele bol\u021bii
\nIau orice r\u0103u peste picior
\n\u0218i ura-ncovoind supor\u021bii
\nSub trupu-i \u00eempov\u0103r\u0103tor;
\nCred c\u0103 a\u0219 reu\u0219i s-ador
\nToba b\u0103t\u00e2nd a lupt\u0103 grea
\n\u0218i-orice o\u021bel sc\u00e2nteietor,
\nC\u00e2t timp sunt cu Iubirea mea.<\/p>\n

De m\u00e2\u021ba st\u00e2nd \u00een fa\u021ba por\u021bii
\nLa p\u00e2nd\u0103 nici c\u0103 m\u0103-nfior;
\nSfidez c\u0103ut\u0103tura mor\u021bii
\n\u0218i orice r\u0103u molipsitor;
\nM-a\u0219 transforma-n acuzator
\nAl regilor cu faim\u0103 rea
\n\u0218i-al oric\u0103rui cotropitor,
\nC\u00e2t timp sunt cu Iubirea mea.<\/p>\n

Ai p\u0103r de jad, unduitor,
\n\u00cens\u0103 nici Domnul n-ar putea
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenduplece s\u0103 mor
\nC\u00e2t timp sunt cu Iubirea mea.<\/p>\n

Traduceri de Ion Ro\u0219ioru<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nOleksandr IRVANE\u0162
\n (Ucraina)<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a n\u0103scut \u00een anul 1961 la Lvov. Absolvent al Institutului de literatur\u0103 \u201eGorki\u201d din Moscova (1989). Locuie\u015fte \u00een ora\u015ful Irpen din preajma Kievului. A publicat c\u0103r\u0163ile de poeme \u201eFoc \u00een ploaie\u201d (1986), \u201eUmbra marelui clasic\u201d (1991), \u201eVersuri din ultimul deceniu\u201d (2001), precum \u015fi volume de proz\u0103, dramaturgie. Traduce din limbile francez\u0103, rus\u0103, belorus\u0103 \u015fi polonez\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nDOU\u0102 POEME IMPREVIZIBILE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Primul poem imprevizibil<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eThe shadow of your smile\u201d
\n\u00cen trecerea subteran\u0103
\n\u00cen aceast\u0103 coad\u0103 din cinci oameni.
\nDoi \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 doi dind\u0103r\u0103t \u2013
\nDe dou\u0103 ori c\u00e2te o vodc\u0103 \u015fi
\nDou\u0103 bastona\u015fe de crab.
\nLumea e uimitor de simetric\u0103 \u2013
\nEa nu st\u0103 pe spin\u0103rile-a trei balene,
\nCi e sprijinit\u0103-n patru bastona\u015fe de crab.
\nDin p\u0103cate, eu nu le cunosc gustul \u2013
\nNu pot savura esen\u0163ele universului.<\/p>\n


\nAl doilea poem imprevizibil<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201ePentru c\u0103 voi sunte\u0163i oameni, nu c\u00e2ini\u201d
\nT. G. \u015eevcenko <\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 am tr\u0103i \u00eentr-o societate de drept,
\neu a\u015f primul care a\u015f reclama \u00een justi\u0163ie:
\n\u201eOleksandr Irvane\u0163 versus \u0163ara, omenirea, \u00eentreg universul\u201d
\nst\u0103 zid pentru ochii c\u0103\u0163elei ce-a f\u0103tat, \u00eentins\u0103 ca \u015fi os\u00e2ndit\u0103
\n\u00eenaintea t\u00e2rgove\u0163ei de la taraba cu carne.
\nNu pentru coapsele ei n\u0103p\u00e2rlite, nu pentru \u0163\u00e2\u0163ele-i sp\u00e2nzur\u0103toare \u2013
\ndoar pentru ochii ei, privirea c\u0103rora am prins-o pe moment.
\nPentru a\u015fa ceva a\u015f cere moarte n\u0103prasnic\u0103
\ncelor vinova\u0163i sau pur \u015fi simplu complicilor.
\nContemplarea unei asemenea suferin\u0163e
\nnu nedumere\u015fte, ci r\u0103ne\u015fte sufletul.
\nCu p\u0103rere de r\u0103u, eu presupun
\nc\u0103 a\u015f putea \u00eenainta acuza\u0163iile doar ca pe
\no cerere reconven\u0163ional\u0103
\nla procesul de examinare a propriului meu dosar la tribunalul
\nce va tr\u00e2mbi\u0163a Judecata de Apoi.
\nSper c\u0103 aceast\u0103 cerere
\nva fi admis\u0103 \u015fi nu respins\u0103
\nde c\u0103tre atotputernicul
\nDumnezeu
\nDog.<\/p>\n


\nVaria\u0163ii pe tema anun\u0163urilor din metroul din Kiev<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lui Andrei Bondari<\/p>\n

Nicidecum nu-mi place cuv\u00e2ntul \u201epopor\u201d,
\n\u00cens\u0103 poporul nostru
\n\u00ce\u015fi sume\u0163e\u015fte docil poalele caftanului,
\nP\u0103\u015find pe escalator
\nF\u0103r\u0103 a trece dincolo de linia restrictiv\u0103
\nIndicat\u0103 pe treptele rulante.
\n\u00cen linii generale vorbind
\nPoporul nostru nu \u00eencalc\u0103 nicic\u00e2nd
\nVreo linie restrictiv\u0103.
\nP\u0103cat\u2026<\/p>\n


\nScurt\u0103 scrisoare c\u0103tre Olesia<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Din ciclul \u201eScrisori din Aleksandria\u201d)<\/p>\n

b\u0103rbatul \u015fi femeia
\n\u015fabadabada \u015fabadabada
\ndup\u0103 dou\u0103zeci de ani
\nprobabil cu siguran\u0163\u0103
\nse vor re\u00eent\u00e2lni
\ns\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 despre
\n\u015fi s\u0103 fredoneze
\n\u015fabadabada \u015fabadabada<\/p>\n

pe atunci la anii t\u0103i
\niertare despre aceasta
\nnu se vorbe\u015fte \u00een cazul femeilor
\npur \u015fi simplu noi vom fi ceva mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103
\nmai experimenta\u0163i \u015fi \u00een\u0163elep\u0163i
\ncu o \u00eentreag\u0103
\n\u015fabadabada \u015fabadabada<\/p>\n

dar mai important c\u0103
\nnici tu \u015fi nici eu
\nnici ambii \u00eempreun\u0103
\n\u00een genere nu vom despre
\n\u015fabadabada \u015fabadabada
\n\u015eaba daba da <\/p>\n


\nB\u0103tr\u00e2nul poet \u2013 t\u00e2n\u0103ra poetes\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu erai at\u00e2t de serioas\u0103,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 a ceda nicicum rug\u0103min\u0163ilor mele
\n(Reluate insistent \u015fi cu speran\u0163\u0103).
\nInspirat, \u00eensufle\u0163it te tot imploram:
\n\u201eTe rog foarte mult, arat\u0103-mi-o!
\nFie doar pentru c\u00e2teva clipe, sau \u015fi mai pu\u0163in.
\nLas\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 privesc.
\nPe cuv\u00e2nt c\u0103 n-am s\u0103 r\u00e2d
\n\u015ei nu-i voi spune nim\u0103nui de asta\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

La urma urmelor, te-ai decis \u2013
\nCu pre\u0163ul unor mari eforturi de contrarieri interne \u2013
\nAsta se oglindea \u015fi pe frumoasa ta fe\u0163i\u015foar\u0103.
\nAi inspirat ad\u00e2nc,
\nDup\u0103 care ai expirat la fel de frem\u0103t\u0103tor
\n\u015ei mi-ai ar\u0103tat.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 c\u0103iesc, dar nu m-am putut re\u0163ine
\n(Pentru c\u0103 tu o aveai at\u00e2t de, at\u00e2t de, at\u00e2t\u2026),
\nAstfel c\u0103 am \u00eentins ca \u015fi incon\u015ftient m\u00e2na
\nDreapt\u0103, sau poate c\u0103 pe cea st\u00e2ng\u0103,
\nStr\u0103duindu-m\u0103 s\u0103 nu te sperii cumva,
\nAbia ating\u00e2nd-o cu v\u00e2rful degetelor
\n\u015ei \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 o desfac
\nS\u0103 v\u0103d ce e acolo, \u00een interior.
\nDar tu ai tres\u0103rit, te-ai aprins toat\u0103,
\nArz\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 cu privirea-\u0163i feroce,
\nTr\u0103g\u00e2nd spre tine \u015fi ascunz\u00e2nd
\nPrima ta c\u0103r\u0163ulie de versuri.<\/p>\n

Traducere din ucrainean\u0103 de Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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