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Podiumul Poe\u0163ilor <\/strong><\/p>\n

Mihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Cin\u0103 la o mas\u0103 rotund\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

(cronic\u0103 rustic\u0103 pre versuri tocmit\u0103…, 17 gustar, v\u0103leato 2012, R\u00e2mnic)<\/p>\n

Seara sculptat\u0103 \u00een sare albastr\u0103 de R\u00e2mnic
\nAre mireasma ierburilor de mare
\n\u00cenve\u015fm\u00e2ntate \u00een murmur de tulnic…
\nIar noi, cu pa\u015fi moi,
\nDomni\u0163e \u015fi cavaleri ai mesei rotunde,
\nR\u0103s\u0103rim, fiin\u0163e amare, din maluri,
\nDin valuri, din vremuri, din unde…<\/p>\n

De unde \u015ftim, noi,
\nAt\u00e2tea \u00eenc\u0103 nef\u0103urite pove\u015fti?
\nDin ce sc\u0103p\u0103rare
\nSe ivesc, \u00een lume, silabele noastre cere\u015fti?<\/p>\n

Cavaleri – patru, domni\u0163e – trei.
\nSear\u0103 de ibri\u015fin pe rustice, r\u00e2mnicene alei.<\/p>\n

La masa rotund\u0103 – o clip\u0103 –
\nSe face
\n\u00centuneric, r\u0103coare \u015fi pace.
\nSe-a\u015faz\u0103 miedul t\u0103cerii peste cuvinte
\nDe la Steaua Polar\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la Ursa cea Mare.
\n\u015ei e r\u0103coare, la masa rotund\u0103, prea r\u0103coare…
\n\u00cemi vine \u00een minte
\nO idee hazlie
\nT\u00e2rguisem, ceva mai-nainte
\nDou\u0103 prosoape albastre de buc\u0103t\u0103rie.
\nImprovizez o mantie de \u00eembl\u00e2nzit r\u0103coarea,
\nAcoper\u0103m\u00e2nt de bumbac
\n\u00cen aceea\u015fi culoare cu zarea;
\nUn prosop pe um\u0103rul drept,
\nCel\u0103lalt – pe um\u0103rul st\u00e2ng,
\nF\u00e2\u015fii din \u0163es\u0103tura albastr\u0103 a nop\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

La masa rotund\u0103 spunem bancuri \u015fi glume
\nDespre dorul de via\u0163\u0103 al mor\u0163ii,
\nRecit\u0103m poezii,
\nScotocim, pe r\u00e2nd, rostul nostru \u00een lume.<\/p>\n

Pe masa rotund\u0103 se l\u0103f\u0103ie
\nCiorb\u0103 de burt\u0103, mititei, creier \u00een pergament \u015fi pane,
\nM\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103, sm\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, ardei iu\u0163i, p\u00e2ine, usturoi,
\nCupe cu \u00eenghe\u0163at\u0103, c\u00e2rn\u0103ciori de Ple\u015fcoi,
\nCeai, vin demisec, bere, ap\u0103, cafea…<\/p>\n

E at\u00e2ta bucurie \u00een noi, \u00een afar\u0103,
\nLa cina rotund\u0103, \u00een seara de var\u0103!
\nUndeva, aproape, – vaiet de cucuvea,
\nTot aproape, \u00een boxe, – muzic\u0103 u\u015foar\u0103;
\nPrintre picioarele mesei – un pisoi p\u0103tat
\nSe f\u0103le\u015fte, \u00een trecere, cu \u015foricelul abia v\u00e2nat.<\/p>\n

M\u00e2nc\u0103m, povestim, gesticul\u0103m, bem,
\nNe \u00eentrist\u0103m, r\u00e2dem, m\u00e2nc\u0103m, povestim…
\nTot a\u015fa, roat\u0103-roat\u0103, la masa rotund\u0103 tr\u0103im…<\/p>\n

\u015ei se-mbl\u00e2nze\u015fte albastra r\u0103coare-nserat\u0103.
\nPe um\u0103rul drept mi se-arat\u0103
\nSteaua Alcor. Pe um\u0103rul st\u00e2ng \u00eemi coboar\u0103,
\n\u00cenceti\u015for, Steaua Polar\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei se face t\u00e2rziu la masa rotund\u0103.
\n\u00cen cur\u00e2nd vom pleca tus\u015fapte,
\nSpre acas\u0103 ori spre hotel.
\n\u00cen p\u00e2ntecul nop\u0163ii vom dormi pu\u0163intel,
\nVom visa ceva, iar dis-de-diminea\u0163\u0103
\nNe vom na\u015fte din nou,
\nPentru urm\u0103toarea noastr\u0103 zi,
\nS\u0103 d\u0103m viselor via\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nVegherea din vis <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne b\u00e2ntuie, \u00een vis,
\nCulorile vii, de peste zi.
\nPe trezie \u2013 sinteze corecte \u015fi seci:
\nAlb-negru, alb-negru,
\n\u00censp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103tor de b\u0103tute poteci…
\nNu somnul ra\u0163iunii, ci visul!
\nF\u0103r\u0103 vis,
\nCe ne-am face, Doamne, ce ne-am face?
\nDe ce am sl\u0103vi ziua de ieri?
\nCu ce speran\u0163e am colora ziua de azi?
\nCum am iubi ziua de m\u00e2ine?
\nVeghea din vis \u2013 dreptul la neodihn\u0103,
\nNe\u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toarea noastr\u0103 pace… <\/p>\n


\nSfielnica silab\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

O replic\u0103 final\u0103 nu e definitiv\u0103.
\n\u015ei,-n\u0163eleg\u00e2nd nimicul, nu intri \u00een deriv\u0103.
\nDup\u0103 un punct urmeaz\u0103
\nAlt punct \u015fi puncte… puncte…
\n\u015fi virgule, \u015fi alte uimiri \u015fi \u00eentreb\u0103ri,
\n\u015fi paranteze pline, ori goale
\n\u2013 p\u0103trate sau rotunde \u2013
\n\u015ei puncte cardinale, \u015fi cele patru z\u0103ri
\n\u2013 patru s\u0103 fie, oare ? \u2013
\nVremelnice-adjective,
\nNelini\u015ftea din verbe: a vrea, a \u015fti, a cere,
\nA da, a d\u0103rui,
\n\u015ei r\u00e2sul, pl\u00e2nsul, via\u0163a \u015fi moartea
\n\u015ei durerea… <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd por\u0163i se-nchid cu scr\u00e2\u015fnet de z\u0103voare
\nc\u00e2nd, parc\u0103, toate cuvintele pier,
\nmai cade c\u00e2te-un lac\u0103t,
\nse r\u0103zvr\u0103tesc izvoare…
\nTresare o silab\u0103,
\nSe mai deschide-un cer… <\/p>\n


\nSimona-Grazia Dima<\/strong>
\n\"\"

COPII CU SCEPTRE DE TRESTII \u00ceN M\u00c2INI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 e adev\u0103rat c\u0103 lumea
\nse las\u0103 b\u0103tut\u0103 de o\u015fti m\u0103runte de copii,
\ncare despic\u0103 aerul cu capete \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2nate, aurii,
\n\u015ftiind c\u0103 e de-ajuns prim\u0103vara lor
\nca lumea s\u0103 fream\u0103te \u015fi s\u0103 se deschid\u0103 la un cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u015fi \u00eentr-adev\u0103r ei duc sceptre de trestii \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103,
\n v\u00e2ntul le m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie, dar le \u015fi zburle\u015fte,
\n iar p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, corabie cuprins\u0103 de somn,
\n \u00eei poart\u0103 la \u0163\u0103rmul visurilor lui,<\/p>\n

f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-i s\u0103 \u00eenving\u0103, a\u015fa cum stau liberi \u00een v\u00e2nt,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 alt\u0103 arm\u0103 dec\u00e2t fr\u0103gezimea,
\ndac\u0103 e adev\u0103rat c\u0103 lucrurile stau unite
\n\u00een jurul lor \u015fi \u00ee\u015fi transmit \u00een unde rudenia<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 departe, unde i se pierde \u00eenceputul
\n \u015fi i se confund\u0103 ramurile
\n \u015fi toate prind s\u0103 se potriveasc\u0103
\n s\u0103 simt\u0103, surd, c\u0103 se vor vedea repetate,<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 ar trece \u00eenc\u0103 o zare,
\ncare vine vibr\u00e2nd din alte z\u0103ri,
\nca dintr-o turm\u0103,
\ndac\u0103 e adev\u0103rat,<\/p>\n

atunci po\u0163i desprinde aceast\u0103 fil\u0103 din carte,
\n s\u0103 vezi suspin\u00e2nd sub stele
\n locuri ce stau uitate, f\u0103r\u0103 nume,
\n dolii senine ce a\u015fteapt\u0103 lumina s\u0103 apar\u0103 \u2013
\n mai pre\u0163ioas\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103, mai grea,<\/p>\n

bucuroase de-nc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2narea \u00een pl\u00e2ns
\n(p\u00e2n\u0103-l \u00een\u0163eleg)<\/p>\n

\u015fi lumina coboar\u0103 cu pl\u0103cere acolo, t\u00e2rziu,
\n la ora c\u00e2nd nu mai e nimeni curios de fa\u0163\u0103
\n \u015fi s\u0103rb\u0103toarea a trecut…<\/p>\n


\nPOETUL PRINTRE CONGRESMENI<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t m-am chinuit s\u0103 par un domn distins,
\n(icne\u015fte poetul \u00een aula plin\u0103 de congresmeni),
\n\u015fi parc\u0103 tot degeaba, prin straiul de muselin\u0103
\nmi se \u00eentrez\u0103re\u015fte trupul ca o scoar\u0163\u0103 de fag,
\nprin m\u00e2neci, labele de urs, iar chipul meu,
\nde\u015fi frumos \u015fi clasic, continu\u0103 s\u0103 par\u0103
\nv\u00e2ltoarea unei stihii; nu reu\u015fesc s\u0103 ar\u0103t
\nfrizat, pudrat, machiat, \u00eembr\u0103cat dup\u0103 ultima mod\u0103,
\noric\u00e2t m-a\u015f str\u0103dui, sunt a\u015fa, un lemn negeluit,
\n\u015fi p\u0103rul mi se ridic\u0103 adesea m\u0103ciuc\u0103,
\nalteori \u00eemi vine s\u0103 torc, pisic ghemuit pe cuptor,
\nmereu stau cu g\u00e2ndul la prune \u015fi mo\u015fmoane
\n\u015fi ard de ner\u0103bdare s\u0103 trec r\u00e2ul
\npe zim\u0163ii pietrelor obraznice \u015fi mici,
\naicea-i curat\u0103 pierdere de timp,
\n\u00een vremea asta acas\u0103 veveri\u0163ele joac\u0103 ar\u015fice
\ncu ametistele mele, achizi\u0163ionate ca s\u0103 scap
\nde cei ce m\u0103 \u00eemboldeau s\u0103 devin un tip
\n\u201ccomme il faut\u201d, iar iepurii \u00ee\u015fi pun la g\u00e2t
\nsalbele mele de perle \u015fi de zg\u00e2iesc \u00een oglinzi,
\n\u00eemi t\u00e2r\u0103sc cu to\u0163ii prin camer\u0103 s\u0103biile \u015fi coifurile,
\n\u00eemi rostogolesc borcanele cu miere, ciupercile
\npuse cu grij\u0103, din toamn\u0103, la uscat, h\u0103p\u0103ie
\ngr\u0103mezi de nuci \u015fi-mpr\u0103\u015ftie cojile pe covor,
\niar eu trebuie s\u0103 stau cu \u0103\u015ftia,
\ncare habar n-au ce este un poet, sunt mai r\u0103i
\ndec\u00e2t hoardele prichindeilor de la mine, care \u00eenlemnesc
\nc\u00e2nd intru, dar \u00eei aduc la ordine cu-o simpl\u0103
\namenin\u0163are-a nuielu\u015fei, apoi \u00eemi sar imediat \u00een bra\u0163e, umili\u0163i,
\nv\u0103ic\u0103rindu-se, dulcii mei, care pot schimba,
\ndoar cu o mi\u015fcare a dege\u0163elelor m\u0103iestre,
\ndestinele unei \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ii. <\/p>\n


\nMUNTE R\u0102NIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-am apropiat. Ce era?
\nUn fel de munte aruncat nemilos din \u00eenalturi,
\nspulberat \u015fi iar \u00eenzidit. Dormea.
\nMi-am apropiat obrazul, lipindu-l de p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\ndac\u0103 era p\u0103m\u00e2nt (un strat viclean de turb\u0103 a\u0163ipit\u0103?),
\nvalul de aburi m\u0103 izbi \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 \u015fi parc\u0103-n preajm\u0103
\ndou\u0103 pleoape se zb\u0103tur\u0103,
\niar genele, piezi\u015f, m-au g\u00e2dilat.
\n\u2013\tTu nu e\u015fti mort, treze\u015fte-te, hai, vino,
\ni-am spus. Nici nu clinti. Abia t\u00e2rziu mi-a zis:
\n\u2013\tDoar vezi c\u0103 joc chiar jocul mor\u0163ii, du-te,
\nnu mai a\u015ftepta. Dar am r\u0103mas. Oare de ce?
\nM\u0103 atr\u0103gea grozav platoul bl\u00e2nd din mijloc,
\ncu lac \u015fi p\u0103s\u0103ri \u00eentr-un cr\u00e2ng de portocali.<\/p>\n


\nGheorghe ISTRATE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\t\tRITUAL<\/strong>
\n\t\t (recul)
\nValeriei MT<\/p>\n

sunt pe\u015fteri care mor cu gura spart\u0103
\nca pe\u015ftii vis\u0103tori din Marea Moart\u0103
\ncaninii lor de piatr\u0103-ncremenit\u0103
\nsub bol\u0163i de \u00eentuneric m\u0103 invit\u0103<\/p>\n

asear\u0103 am fost singur \u00eentr-o stea
\ncare-n t\u0103ceri ad\u00e2nci m\u0103 prelungea
\ndar mi-am \u00eenchis cere\u015ftile ve\u015fminte
\nprecum \u015fi Domnul doarme sub Cuvinte<\/p>\n

\u00eemi scotocesc fiin\u0163a ca pe-o grot\u0103
\n\u00een care sufletul mi s-a-nnoptat \u2013
\ndin melodii mi-a mai r\u0103mas o not\u0103
\nal c\u0103rei portativ s-a sf\u0103r\u00e2mat…<\/p>\n

23.iunie.2012<\/p>\n


\n\t\tRITUAL<\/strong>
\n\t\t (rug\u0103)<\/p>\n

M\u0103rie-M\u0103rie marmur\u0103 alb\u0103
\nM\u0103rie-M\u0103rie marmur\u0103 cald\u0103
\npune-\u0163i urechea \u00een centrul luminii
\n\u0219i-adun\u0103-I din barb\u0103 Domnului spinii
\nvino-n ferestre \u015fi sparge lumina
\ncare mi-apas\u0103 albastr\u0103 retina
\nspal\u0103-I cu degetele ninse picioarele
\n\u015fi leag\u0103n\u0103-I crucea \u015fi oscioarele
\nspune-I s\u0103 vin\u0103-n patul meu greu
\nc\u0103 \u015fi eu sunt Fiul lui Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

sunt r\u0103nit de o raz\u0103 bolnav\u0103
\nMaria-Maria fata mea grav\u0103
\n\u00eenva\u021b\u0103-L s\u0103-\u015ei spun\u0103 mereu rug\u0103ciunea
\nde vineri \u015fi s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 seara p\u00e2n\u0103 lunea
\nspune-I c\u0103 vorbele Lui mi-s bucatele
\nc\u0103 de at\u00e2ta Cruce m\u0103 dor \u015fi suspinul \u015fi spatele
\ndu-te \u0219i-I du chei\u0163a sufletului meu
\ncare \u00eencuie \u015fi descuie cerul mereu
\ndar nu \u015ftie cum s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103-n Icoan\u0103
\ns\u0103-mi fac\u0103 din durere coroan\u0103<\/p>\n

M\u0103rie-M\u0103rie marmur\u0103 cald\u0103
\nM\u0103rie-M\u0103rie marmur\u0103 alb\u0103… <\/p>\n


\nRadu C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

ISIS<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2013 poem \u00eentre p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i cer \u2013<\/p>\n

Magdei C., cu admira\u021bie<\/p>\n

\u201e\u2026 Eu sunt Isis! cea care am fost,
\ncea care este, cea care va fi!
\n\u0218i nici un muritor nu mi-a ridicat v\u0103lul\u2026\u201c
\nPLUTARH<\/em><\/p>\n


\nINVOCA\u021aIE T\u00c2RZIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201est\u0103p\u00e2na mea, primordial\u0103 zee
\npurt\u00e2nd \u00een chip sublimul de femee
\nurc\u00e2nd ad\u00e2ncul vie\u021bii de din moarte
\n\u2013 iar eu, Osiris, datul t\u0103u de soarte \u2013
\ntu ai r\u0103mas ca v\u00e2rful \u00een idee
\npurt\u00e2nd \u00een chip sublimul de femee<\/p>\n

(altarul t\u0103u \u00eel voi sluji-n veghere
\nmisteriz\u00e2nd la marile-\u021bi mistere
\nstatura ta m\u0103 va-mplini-n statur\u0103
\ncu numele-\u021bi sfin\u021bi-voi aspra gur\u0103
\nimnific\u00e2nd puterii prin putere
\nmisteriz\u00e2nd la marile-\u021bi mistere)
\nc\u00e2nd am s\u0103 mor \u2013 \u0219i zeii mor, fire\u0219te! \u2013
\ntu s\u0103 m\u0103-aduni din pulberi, omene\u0219te
\n\u0219i s\u0103-mi desc\u00e2n\u021bi \u0219i s\u00e2ngelui s\u0103-mi st\u0103rui
\ntu, focul meu, de foc s\u0103 mi te d\u0103rui
\nca iar s\u0103 luminez \u00een cer zeie\u0219te
\ntu s\u0103 m\u0103-aduni din pulberi, omene\u0219te<\/p>\n


\nIubirea Dintru \u00cenceput<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een car ceresc, st\u0103p\u00e2nitor a toate
\n\u2013 sunt cel ce pururi vrea \u0219i pururi poate \u2013
\nlumin\u0103 m\u00e2ndr\u0103 izvor\u0103sc \u00een spa\u021bii
\n\u0219i astre-nmuguresc lucind ova\u021bii
\nc\u00e2nd risipesc puterile ne-toate
\nsunt cel ce pururi vrea \u0219i pururi poate<\/p>\n

(\u00een adorare firea mea-i de vin\u0103
\ntopindu-m\u0103 la firea ta destin\u0103
\nC\u0103ii Lactee netezindu-i calea
\n\u00een Cosmosul ce-\u0219i aure\u0219te valea
\nspre-a te ivi mireas\u0103 \u0219i regin\u0103
\ntopindu-m\u0103 la firea ta destin\u0103)<\/p>\n

lungi ve\u0219nicii iubirile \u00een ceruri
\ntu lumin\u00e2nd \u00eenalt\u0103-n adev\u0103ruri
\n\u0219i t\u0103inuind privirilor stelare
\ncea patim\u0103 de pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul care
\nse leag\u0103n\u0103 \u00eentre c\u00e2nt\u0103ri \u0219i geruri
\ntu lumin\u00e2nd \u00eenalt\u0103-n adev\u0103ruri<\/p>\n


\nASEMENI SPINULUI VIS\u00c2ND<\/strong><\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u2019 de r\u0103gaz la tine-mi zboar\u0103 g\u00e2ndul
\nmereu fl\u0103m\u00e2nd spre chipul t\u0103u fl\u0103m\u00e2ndul
\ntu, sor\u0103 \u0219i iubit\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 pat\u0103
\nde nesupus \u2013 ne vom supune-odat\u0103!
\nc\u0103ci timpul vine \u0219i cu el or\u00e2ndul \u2013
\nf\u0103r\u2019 de r\u0103gaz la tine-mi zboar\u0103 g\u00e2ndul<\/p>\n

(prime\u0219te-mi fapta iar nes\u0103\u021bioas\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd fream\u0103t\u0103 puterea-li majestoas\u0103
\n\u0219i c\u00e2nd \u00een miezu-i s\u00e2ngele-mi p\u0103trunde
\niar taina ta la taina mea r\u0103spunde
\nc\u00e2nd clipa s-a oprit \u00een ea sfioas\u0103
\nprime\u0219te-mi fapta iar nes\u0103\u021bioas\u0103<\/p>\n

o, d\u0103ruie-mi ad\u00e2nc de-n\u021belepciune
\nminune, tu, adun\u0103-m\u0103-n minune
\nasemeni spinului vis\u00e2nd un astru
\n\u0219i-acolo chipul meu ceresc sihastru
\nse-nve\u0219nicind noi ve\u0219nicii s\u0103-adune \u2013
\no, d\u0103ruie-mi ad\u00e2nc de-n\u021belepciune)<\/p>\n


\nDIN HAR DE ZEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

la fluviul cu apele ca smoala
\ncoboar\u0103 iar binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103-mi boala
\no, Isis, tu, \u0219i lumineaz\u0103-ad\u00e2ncul
\ndin care s-a ivit Osiris \u2013 pruncul
\ncel care f\u0103r\u0103 tihn\u0103-\u021bi poart\u0103 fala
\nla fluviul cu apele ca smoala<\/p>\n

(ce s\u0103-\u021bi jertfesc spre-a dovedi credin\u021b\u0103?
\nfiin\u021ba ta e-n mine ne-fiin\u021b\u0103
\nduh miresmat ca-n rodie parfume
\nnumai cu tine miresmez o lume
\nrotindu-m\u0103 luminelor dorin\u021b\u0103 \u2013
\nce s\u0103-\u021bi jertfesc spre-a dovedi credin\u021b\u0103)<\/p>\n

din cer coboar\u0103-\u0219i Nilul nesf\u00e2r\u0219irea
\ndin har de zei precum i-a fost menirea
\nunduitor \u00een patimi \u0219i eresuri
\n\u0219i ad\u00e2ncind ad\u00e2ncile-n\u021belesuri
\nsose\u0219te-mi, dar, puterea mea-i rodirea \u2013
\ndin cer coboar\u0103-\u0219i Nilul nesf\u00e2r\u0219irea<\/p>\n


\nTIMPUL F\u0102R\u0102-DE-TIMP<\/strong><\/p>\n

mumii de regi z\u0103c\u00e2nd \u00een piramide
\na\u0219teapt\u0103 semn c\u00e2nd ochii-\u0219i vor deschide
\nspre-a ne sl\u0103vi puterea \u0219i vecia
\npreo\u021bi zidindu-\u0219i sufletu-n robia
\n hieroglifelor de noi avide
\nmumii de regi z\u0103c\u00e2nd \u00een piramide<\/p>\n

(altare-n jertf\u0103 tauri albi devor\u0103
\n\u0219i fumuri lungi n\u0103lucitoare hor\u0103
\nde \u00een\u0103l\u021bimi spre tine se \u00eendreapt\u0103
\niar jertfitorii stau cuprin\u0219i \u00een fapt\u0103
\nsper\u00e2nd izb\u00e2nzi la magica ta or\u0103
\naltare-n jertf\u0103 tauri albi devor\u0103)<\/p>\n

felahi de timp la Nil \u00een lung\u0103 trud\u0103
\nse d\u0103ruie, semin\u021bele asud\u0103
\ntulpini se-nal\u021b\u0103, rod se p\u00e2rguie\u0219te
\nzei(\u0103, tu, proteguie-i zeie\u0219te
\ncu darurile-\u021bi \u2013 drept cereasc\u0103 rud\u0103 \u2013
\nfelahi de timp la Nil \u00een lung\u0103 trud\u0103<\/p>\n


\nDESPRE FURTUNI<\/strong><\/p>\n

pustiul doar nisipuri vuitoare
\n\u00een mari unduiri de moarte purt\u0103toare
\nc\u0103mile-abia cu beduini de cea\u021b\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd oaze-n z\u0103ri morganic se r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103
\nse-apropie chem\u00e2nd se-aud izvoare:
\npustiul doar nisipuri vuitoare<\/p>\n

(tu, palmiera mea, zvelte\u021be brun\u0103
\nr\u0103coare bl\u00e2nd\u0103-n care se adun\u0103
\n\u00eenaltul meu cu v\u00e2lv\u0103t\u0103i eterne
\n\u0219i molcomit covor \u021bi se a\u0219terne:
\namoruri tac t\u0103cerile r\u0103sun\u0103
\ntu, palmiera mea, zvelte\u021be brun\u0103)<\/p>\n

\u00eentinderi largi cu z\u0103rile azure
\n\u0219i caravane lep\u0103d\u00e2nd armure;
\no, Isis, tu ai domolit furtuna
\npustiului \u0219i-n pieptul meu \u2013 tot una
\ndorin\u021be iar dorindu-se-n torture:
\n\u00eentinderi largi cu z\u0103rile azure<\/p>\n


\nSFINX DE \u00ceMPLINIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

eu voi r\u0103m\u00e2ne sfinx de \u00eemplinire
\n lung v\u0103z\u0103tor din ve\u0219nic\u0103-mpietrire
\niar dinspre tine focul f\u0103r\u0103 par\u0103:
\narz\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 mireasma lui amar\u0103
\nf\u0103c\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 esen\u021b\u0103-n dezrobire
\neu voi r\u0103m\u00e2ne sfinx de \u00eemplinire<\/p>\n

(s\u0103 nu te stingi lumina mea agav\u0103
\nprivirea ta de frumuse\u021bi-bolnav\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 dea puterilor uit\u0103rii
\nci ve\u0219nic prins \u00een bra\u021bele iert\u0103rii
\nprecum \u00een ceruri o cereasc\u0103 nav\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu te stingi lumina mea agav\u0103)<\/p>\n

Eghipet m\u00e2ndru-n dep\u0103rt\u0103ri de vreme
\nmisteruri m\u00e2ndre-mpov\u0103rate steme
\niar noi \u00een ele miez \u0219i vis \u0219i flam\u0103:
\nOsiris-Isis timpului de vam\u0103
\nacelui timp care de timp se teme \u2013
\nEghipet m\u00e2ndru-n dep\u0103rt\u0103ri de vreme…<\/p>\n

Cairo, 1976 \u2013 Bucure\u0219ti, 1985<\/p>\n


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

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

Sufletul t\u0103u \u00eel deschid,
\nca pe o cronic\u0103 veche \u00eel citesc.<\/p>\n

Suntem at\u00e2t de departe
\nc\u0103 \u00eencap \u00eentre noi mor\u0163ii lumii.
\nAt\u00e2t de aproape suntem
\nc\u0103 n-ai putea s\u0103 spui soarele din cine r\u0103sare. <\/p>\n

Cine e\u015fti tu s\u0103 m\u0103 scapi de dezastre? Cine e\u015fti? <\/p>\n

S\u0103 fii tu trandafirul
\nde a c\u0103rui lumin\u0103 sunt \u00eens\u00e2ngerat?<\/p>\n

Numai frica de moarte m-a aruncat \u00een bra\u0163ele tale.<\/p>\n

Iau via\u0163a de la cap\u0103t cu tine,
\niau moartea de la cap\u0103t\u2026<\/p>\n


\nSmintirea <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Ea s-a aruncat goal\u0103 \u00een apele amiezii. <\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 nu o acop\u0103r repede cu ceva,
\nea o s\u0103 \u00eentoarc\u0103 iar\u0103\u015fi din \u00eenalt cocorii.<\/p>\n

Deja dang\u0103tul clopotului \u015fi-a pierdut min\u0163ile,
\niar copacul a \u00eendr\u0103znit primii lui pa\u015fi
\n\u00een direc\u0163ia dragostei. <\/p>\n

Ea s-a aruncat goal\u0103 \u00een apele amiezii.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 nu o \u00eembrac repede,
\nea o s\u0103 \u00eencurce iar\u0103\u015fi graiurile cu trupul ei blond,
\na\u015fa cum a f\u0103cut mai de mult, la Turnul Babel.<\/p>\n

Mai bine s-ar \u00eentoarce \u00een Sf\u00e2nta Scriptur\u0103.
\nMai bine s-ar ascunde \u00een C\u00e2ntarea c\u00e2nt\u0103rilor,
\nvers cu vers; deget cu deget, strugure cu strugure\u2026<\/p>\n


\n\u00cenchis\u0103 \u00een cire\u015f <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenchis\u0103 \u00een cire\u015f,
\ndoar florile te dau de gol.<\/p>\n

O scriere sacr\u0103 este trupul t\u0103u!<\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u00e2te vie\u0163i te voi citi p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t?<\/p>\n

Ia seama: \u00een sufletul meu,
\nca \u00een p\u0103r\u0103sitele temple,
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103 cineva care nu mai exist\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nPrin cer <\/strong><\/p>\n

Odat\u0103,
\nm-am \u0163inut scai de un graur,
\nprin cer\u2026<\/p>\n

Arip\u0103 cu arip\u0103, dup\u0103 el, prin cer.<\/p>\n

Pe Dumnezeu
\nnu l-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nNoaptea <\/strong><\/p>\n

Iat\u0103 \u015fi noaptea!
\nCum alerga printre ierburi,
\npesemne dup\u0103 greierii ce n-o l\u0103sau s\u0103 doarm\u0103,
\nnoaptea se \u00eempiedica, \u00eentotdeauna, de mine.<\/p>\n

Dar eu nu aveam vreme de ea \u2013
\npe atunci m\u0103 strecuram afar\u0103 din trup,
\nca s\u0103 prind din urm\u0103 rotitoarele stele.<\/p>\n

Vino \u015fi tu! \u2013 \u00eei strigam
\ntrupului meu uitat printre ierburi.
\nVino \u015fi tu! <\/p>\n


\nM\u0103rturie <\/strong><\/p>\n

Plecarea ta m\u0103 las\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 stea.<\/p>\n

Din stea nu mai z\u0103resc dec\u00e2t noaptea.<\/p>\n

Tot a\u015ftept\u00e2ndu-te m-am f\u0103cut timp.<\/p>\n

Chipul t\u0103u \u00eel culeg din pietre,
\ndin pulberi \u2013 cutezan\u0163a.<\/p>\n

Sunt zvonuri c\u0103 nici nu ai fost.<\/p>\n

Stau \u00eens\u0103 m\u0103rturie asupra ta marea \u015fi muntele.
\nSufletul meu cutreierat de stele \u015fi moarte,
\naceast\u0103 lume. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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