{"id":20048,"date":"2023-01-01T00:54:53","date_gmt":"2022-12-31T21:54:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20048"},"modified":"2023-01-01T00:54:53","modified_gmt":"2022-12-31T21:54:53","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-25-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20048","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 25 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Francisc PAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Treci<\/strong><\/p>\n

Treci pe strad\u0103
\n\u015ei s-ar putea s\u0103 fii tu
\nDe\u015fi lumea zice c\u0103 e luna Martie
\nF\u0103r\u0103 haine.<\/p>\n


\nEcou<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cineva
\nD\u0103 drumul durerii
\n\u00cen creierul meu
\n\u015ei st\u0103 \u015fi ascult\u0103 ecoul.<\/p>\n


\nCules<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-e burta plin\u0103 de flori
\n\u015ei e tare frumos.
\nPartea proast\u0103 apare m\u0103i vere
\nC\u00eend b\u00eerfa cu m\u00een\u0103 ascuns\u0103
\nLe tot culege pe viu.<\/p>\n


\n Alter ego<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chiar \u015fi cel care s\u00eent
\nmi-a uitat numele
\ntrece strada alene
\n\u015ei intr\u0103 \u00een pomul devreme
\nBoit cu albastru<\/p>\n


\n\u015eerpi<\/strong><\/p>\n

De ast\u0103zi
\n\u015eerpi lungi
\n\u00cemi p\u0103r\u0103sesc sufletul
\nPentru o locuin\u0163\u0103 mai bun\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nVersuri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am s\u0103 mor \u00een Noiembrie
\n\u015ei o s\u0103 m\u0103 transform \u00een \u0163\u0103r\u00een\u0103.
\nDin ea, negr\u0103ita
\nAu s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 flori multe
\nCare o s\u0103-mi rosteasc\u0103 versurile.<\/p>\n


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

Mi-au luat versurile
\n\u015ei m-au legat cu ele
\nDe un gard urduros,
\nExact acolo unde noaptea
\nVin c\u00eeinii rotunzi
\n\u015ei se u\u015fureaz\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nSemne de \u00eentrebare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bebe, m\u0103celaru\u2019 demult
\nM\u0103 aga\u0163\u0103 \u00een semne de \u00eentrebare
\nAscu\u0163ite-ndelung
\n\u015ei-mi spune s\u0103 stau lini\u015ftit
\nS\u0103 nu m\u0103 agit
\nC\u0103 \u00eentr-o or\u0103, dou\u0103
\n\u00cencep cump\u0103r\u0103torii s\u0103 vin\u0103.<\/p>\n


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

Dou\u0103 ore nebune
\nAu s\u0103 aib\u0103 nevoie
\nS\u0103-mi \u00eentoarc\u0103 pielea pe dos
\n\u015ei arama pe fa\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nP\u0103cate<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103catele mele
\nAt\u00eern\u0103 mult prea pu\u0163in
\n\u015ei ca s\u0103 echilibreze balan\u0163a
\ns-au hot\u0103r\u00eet cu to\u0163ii
\nCa mie, din cel\u0103lalt taler
\nS\u0103-mi taie o m\u00een\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nAdelina B\u0103lan<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei m\u0103 tot nasc\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 nasc din mine \u00een fiecare zi.
\n R\u0103s\u0103riturile toate se adun\u0103
\n la fereastra sufletului;
\n picteaz\u0103 iri\u015fii bicolor,
\n apoi se destram\u0103.
\n Visurile cu aripi cusute cu speran\u0163e
\n se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc toate la poalele cerului,
\n strig\u0103 \u00eengerii:
\n \u201dUnde e deplin\u0103tatea noastr\u0103?\u201d
\n P\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi inima-mi zv\u00e2cne\u015fte,
\n neg\u0103sindu-\u015fi trupul.
\n Arterele cresc cu aviditate copaci \u2013
\n \u015ftii, au s\u0103-nfloreasc\u0103 pl\u0103m\u00e2nii
\n \u00een ziua r\u0103s\u0103ritului \u00een care
\n sufletu-mi va deveni
\n cer.<\/p>\n

\u015ei-atunci visurile nu vor mai chema
\n \u00eengerii, c\u0103ci \u015fi-au g\u0103sit
\n deplin\u0103tatea.<\/p>\n


\n Mihai MERTICARU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

AUREOL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Frumoas\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103 odat\u2019 erai!
\nZ\u00e2mbeai tu sau o org\u0103 de lumin\u0103
\nPloua cu funigei din lun\u0103 plin\u0103
\nOri cu aripi de \u00eengeri c\u0103zu\u0163i din rai?<\/p>\n

P\u0103\u015feai prin rou\u0103-n bl\u0103nuri de hermin\u0103
\nSau prin c\u00e2mpii cu flori din luna mai?
\nUrcai \u00een ceruri sau tocmai coborai?
\nR\u00e2su-\u0163i r\u0103suna sau o mandolin\u0103?<\/p>\n

Veneai din prezent sau din alte ere?
\nTe-am v\u0103zut aievea sau poate-am visat?
\n\u015etiu c-am sim\u0163it \u00een coast\u0103 o durere.<\/p>\n

S-a-n\u0103l\u0163at \u015fi un munte de mistere,
\nPe culmi trona c\u0103p\u015for aureolat.
\nEu s\u0103 fi fost treaz atunci? M-a\u015f fi mirat!<\/p>\n


\n ZBOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ai plecat pe-o und\u0103 de melopee
\n\u015ei-ai \u00eentrerupt frumoasa-ne poveste.
\nDe la tine nu-mi mai vine nicio veste
\n\u015ei-at\u00e2t de trist romanul se \u00eencheie.<\/p>\n

Un zbor zdrobit de culmile alpestre,
\nIar \u015fansa de-a intra \u00een epopee
\nOri pentru vecie s\u0103 ne \u00eenzeie
\nUscatu-s-a prin v\u0103ile agreste.<\/p>\n

Ai disp\u0103rut cum umbra juc\u0103u\u015f\u0103,
\n\u00cendep\u0103rt\u00e2ndu-te cu pa\u015fi de vat\u0103,
\nFocul s\u0103 ne ard\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 cenu\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n

Peste incurile de spiridu\u015f\u0103.
\nOric\u00e2t ar fi idila de-ncurcat\u0103,
\nIcoana-\u0163i a r\u0103mas aureolat\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nDILEM\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vise doldora, inim\u0103 t\u0103ciune!
\nCe slove-naripate, osanale
\nF\u0103cutu-s-au pavelele pe cale
\n\u015ei tu tot nu crezi \u00een nicio minune!<\/p>\n

\u0162i-am mai trimis un bra\u0163 de madrigale,
\nG\u00e2ndind c\u0103 astea chiar te vor r\u0103pune,
\nDar s-au dovedit pe nisipuri dune,
\nPietroiul lui Sisif c\u00e2nd se pr\u0103vale.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc s\u0103 ridic din loc un munte
\n\u015ei la picioare u\u015for s\u0103 \u0163i-l a\u015ftern,
\n\u015ei peste al\u0163i doi s\u0103 \u00eentind o punte.<\/p>\n

Pot soarele s\u0103 \u0163i-l lipesc pe frunte,
\n\u015ei vagoane de stele s\u0103 \u0163i le cern.
\nDar dac\u0103 la urm\u0103 iese un infern?<\/p>\n


\nIUBIREA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubirea sap\u0103-n gr\u0103dina durerii,
\nCu zel spore\u015fte mo\u015ftenirea divin\u0103
\nS-ating\u0103 inflorescen\u0163a deplin\u0103,
\nSfid\u00e2nd obstinat\u0103 ar\u015fi\u0163a verii.<\/p>\n

Dintr-o privire extrage lumin\u0103,
\nAdaug\u0103 dulcea\u0163a m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierii,
\nCristalele din transparen\u0163a mierii
\n\u015ei \u00eentr-o simfonie le \u00eembin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Preface clipele \u00een piramide,
\nPustiurile din suflet \u00een temple
\n\u015ei inimile fierbin\u0163i \u00een lichide.<\/p>\n

Timp spa\u0163iu, nem\u0103rginire, le-nchide
\n\u00centr-o vitrin\u0103 ca s\u0103 le contemple,
\nR\u0103ceala ve\u015fniciei o desfide.<\/p>\n


\n POETUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu fiecare vers pe care-l scrie,
\nArz\u00e2nd mocnit p\u00e2n-la incandescen\u0163\u0103,
\nDin cuvinte tot extr\u0103g\u00e2nd esen\u0163\u0103,
\nMereu poetul moare \u015fi \u00eenvie.<\/p>\n

De la trans\u0103 p\u00e2n-la incoeren\u0163\u0103,
\nTr\u0103ind intens o tragicomedie,
\nPe cititorul fidel \u00eel \u00eembie
\nS\u0103 p\u0103trund\u0103-n taine p\u00e2n-la esen\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Adesea se preface \u00een cenu\u015f\u0103,
\nDin care iese apoi transfigurat.
\n\u00cemprumut\u00e2nd o min\u0103 juc\u0103u\u015f\u0103,<\/p>\n

Interpreteaz\u0103 un rol de \u00eemp\u0103rat.
\n\u00cen lume, el e omul cel mai bogat,
\nCu tot ce-a \u00een\u0163eles, s-a \u00eempov\u0103rat.<\/p>\n


\nIN MEMORIAM<\/strong><\/p>\n

Simion DIMA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Am alc\u0103tuit, de aceast\u0103 dat\u0103, un grupaj reprezentativ pentru drama tr\u0103it\u0103 de tat\u0103l meu ca slujitor al cuv\u00e2ntului \u00een anii de restric\u0163ie a exprim\u0103rii libere. Pendul\u00e2nd \u00eentre dorin\u0163a de a spune adev\u0103rul netrucat \u015fi sim\u0163ul autoconserv\u0103rii, amestec\u00e2nd adesea atitudinile p\u00e2n\u0103 la o tragic resim\u0163it\u0103 confuzie, tat\u0103l meu e de reg\u0103sit aici ca ins torturat l\u0103untric, lovit \u00een idealurile sale. \u00cel rev\u0103d \u00eempreun\u0103 cu mama, ambii h\u0103r\u0163ui\u0163i, perpetuu devora\u0163i de munca de uzur\u0103 a anilor \u201960, \u201970, \u201980, un tragic \u015fi exemplar cuplu de profesioni\u015fti competen\u0163i, umani\u015fti, devota\u0163i oamenilor, concep\u00e2nd jurnalismul ca pe o voca\u0163ie sufleteasc\u0103. (Simona-Grazia Dima)<\/p>\n

OSP\u0102\u0162UL CUVINTELOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

E-o vorb\u0103rie infernal\u0103
\npeste tot,
\npotrivnic\u0103 \u015fi van\u0103,
\ncacofonic glas de sirene
\nr\u0103gu\u015fite,
\ncocleal\u0103 drapat\u0103 cu roze: ziarul.<\/p>\n

P\u0103cat de bietele vorbe,
\nr\u0103bd\u0103toare,
\np\u0103cat de destr\u0103b\u0103lare,
\np\u0103cat de omul ce-a\u015fteapt\u0103
\n\u015fi pleac\u0103 \u2013 fl\u0103m\u00e2nd
\nde la osp\u0103\u0163ul
\ncuvintelor.<\/p>\n

29 XII 1966, Timi\u015foara<\/p>\n


\nNEVEROSIMIL DE CALD<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acest (ne)ghenarie \u00een care
\nsufletul meu ar zburda
\ndar i-i team\u0103,
\nsfiala \u00eei \u0163ine aripile legate,
\niar el e plin de-o grea
\nspaim\u0103
\npare o boal\u0103 care roade,
\no presim\u0163ire, mai degrab\u2019 \u2013
\ndoi ochi bine pitula\u0163i, jgheab,
\nstau la p\u00e2nd\u0103
\ngata ca jarul s\u0103 str\u0103pung\u0103
\ns\u0103 curme
\nnimic ca lumea nu se-ntrevede,
\niar soarele \u0103sta lene\u015f
\nte inund\u0103, cu indiferen\u0163a lui
\nel m\u0103car n-are favori\u0163i
\n(ai nim\u0103nui \u00ees), \u015fi nici ocroti\u0163i,
\nel te las\u0103 singur,
\ndescurc\u0103-te,
\nresemneaz\u0103-te,
\n\u00eenviaz\u0103, suflete,
\n\u015fi sper\u0103!<\/p>\n

22 ianuarie 1986<\/p>\n


\nSIBIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zidit e totul
\npentru eternitate,
\nun clopot bate
\nora indiferent,
\ncontrafor\u0163ii se
\nprelungesc \u00een
\numbr\u0103,
\nsub \u015fan\u0163uri
\ncu iarb\u0103 gras\u0103,
\n\u00eens\u0103, fii atent,
\npe fiecare cas\u0103
\nte urm\u0103resc ochi
\n\u2013 s\u0103 nu gre\u015fe\u015fti,
\ns\u0103 nu te pierzi,
\ns\u0103 nu comi\u0163i f\u0103r\u0103delegi \u2013
\nprintre ziduri
\npe care u\u015for
\nve\u015fnicia se sprijin\u0103,
\nprin pasaje \u00een jos
\n\u015fi igrasioase por\u0163i \u00eenalte,
\ncoboar\u0103
\nc\u00e2teva clopuri negre,
\nm\u0103rgineni ce duc pe umeri
\nsure des\u0103gi,
\n\u015fi-un aer proasp\u0103t
\nm\u0103tur\u0103 dinspre mun\u0163i
\n\u00eencremenitul burg.<\/p>\n

29 IX 1979<\/p>\n


\nU\u015eA-I CAPITONAT\u0102 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-s \u00een \u015fedin\u0163\u0103, vr\u00e2nd-nevr\u00e2nd
\nascult cum c\u00e2nt\u0103 pas\u0103rea
\nchiar de-i u\u015fa capitonat\u0103
\ncip-cirip, cip
\nea c\u00e2nt\u0103, de te face trist
\nori mai degrab\u0103 vesel
\nmin\u0163ile altora \u00eens\u0103
\nnu-s acolo, ei pl\u0103m\u0103desc palabras
\n\u015fi eu l\u0103crimez \u00een mine \u2013
\ncip-cirip \u2013 ascult\u00e2nd
\npas\u0103rea, prietena mea.<\/p>\n

(1987)<\/p>\n


\nNOAPTE <\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte \u015fi singur \u2013
\nnu e dec\u00e2t neonul
\ncare p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie deasupr\u0103-mi
\nuruie departe ma\u015fina
\n\u015fi telefonul
\nanuleaz\u0103
\n\u015ftiri Agerpres.
\n\u015ei creierii
\notr\u0103vi\u0163i de plumb,
\nde telefoane, corabie
\n\u00een c\u0103utarea nordului,
\npe ei \u00een\u015fi\u015fi se anuleaz\u0103.
\nPrivesc: pe cadran \u2013
\nacele s-au suprapus
\nmirosului greu din jur,
\nde ape st\u0103tute,
\ncu vise vagi \u015fi bucurii
\nmocnite; r\u0103t\u0103cind,
\ncu incon\u015ftient\u0103 non\u015falan\u0163\u0103,
\nast\u0103zi \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nind
\ncu \u00eenc\u0103 o zi
\napropiat-am
\nsorocul nev\u0103zut.<\/p>\n

(1962)<\/p>\n


\n[F\u0102R\u0102 SEMNE]<\/strong><\/p>\n

Semne? Dar nu sunt!
\nNu se vede nu se-aude nimic.
\nE-o boare st\u0103tut\u0103, reverbera\u0163ii
\ncoclite sclipesc \u015fi unduie
\ncloaca se coace la soare
\ntoride frun\u0163i
\ndeshidrat\u0103ri inverse
\nt\u0103ciune scurs
\nt\u00e2mple \u015fi sm\u00e2rc
\n\u015fi-arz\u00e2nde coji sub picioare.
\nDar adierea unde-i?
\nUnde e apa?
\nF\u0103r\u0103 m\u00e2ine.
\nNu e.
\nPoate pe-afar\u0103 groapa.
\nSemne nu. Dar tr\u0103im.<\/p>\n

(8 mai 1970)<\/p>\n


\nS\u0102 DORM! <\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 m\u0103 l\u0103sa\u0163i s\u0103 dorm
\nc\u00e2t n-am putut de-o via\u0163\u0103,
\nnoaptea citeam
\n\u015fi mai era nevoin\u0163a
\nc\u0103 slug\u0103 eram acolo \u2013
\nla necuv\u00e2nt \u2013
\nslujeam p\u00e2inea cea de toate zilele
\n\u015fi m\u0103 g\u0103seam uns cu toate unsorile neodihnei,
\np\u00e2ndit de cenzorii vorbelor calpe,
\nsingur \u015fi pe frig la ceasul al patrulea al dimine\u0163ii,
\nsperiat de-o ar\u0103tare \u015fi ea speriat\u0103 de-a mea fiin\u0163\u0103,
\nnedormit dup\u0103 at\u00e2tea ore de veghe pe \u015fpalturile lor
\ncu \u201ebun de cules\u201d \u2013 nimicnicia<\/p>\n

(Cr\u0103ciun 2004)<\/p>\n


\n[PREA MULT…]<\/strong><\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de mult \u0163i-ai aplecat urechea, at\u00e2t de mult ai ascultat, \u00eenc\u00e2t sublimul chip al adev\u0103rului \u015fi-a pierdut conturul, \u00eenecat de buruiana \u00eenvoalt\u0103, r\u0103scoapt\u0103, a \u0163\u0103rmului cu bozii.<\/p>\n

Culorile au p\u0103lit, adev\u0103rul nu mai are chip, undele \u015fi muzica sa urechile mele nu le mai precep.<\/p>\n

(18 iunie 1965)<\/p>\n


\n[\u00ceNTORC\u00c2NDU-M\u0102]<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ieri frem\u0103tam, uram, ochii \u00eemi sc\u0103p\u0103rau. Dar pe urm\u0103 au intervenit toate: <\/p>\n

\u015fi condeiul care u\u015fureaz\u0103
\n\u015fi sim\u0163\u0103m\u00e2ntul conserv\u0103rii
\n\u015fi non\u015falan\u0163a, proasta bun\u0103tate<\/p>\n

Ce furioas\u0103 indignare au ucis iar,
\n\u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din la\u015fitate la salutul onctuos,
\nla triste\u0163ea \u015fi la condeiul diurn, ca s\u0103 r\u0103spund verde dar politicos la telefon: \u201eDa, v\u0103 rog, v\u0103 ascult, spune\u0163i…\u201d<\/p>\n

(4\/5 decembrie 1964)<\/p>\n


\n[A LOR MINTE-SPION]<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acolo \u00eemi spun:
\nsupune-te, f\u0103 sluj, pleac\u0103-te,
\nomule. Curse viclene zilnic mi-\u00eentinde a lor minte-spion.
\nCreierii mi-i storc peste z\u0103lude h\u00e2rtii, cheltuindu-m\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la epuizarea darului scump, dar asta nu se vede.
\nOchii lor m\u0103 p\u00e2ndesc de pretutindeni a b\u0103nuial\u0103, a imputare, a ur\u0103, cer\u00e2nd supunere necondi\u0163ionat\u0103, amenin\u0163\u00e2nd cu strivirea min\u0163ii, vor to\u0163i supunere, supunere, supunere,
\nlozinca azi e libertate.<\/p>\n

(24 ianuarie 1963)<\/p>\n

Poeme \u00eengrijite de SIMONA-GRAZIA DIMA<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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