{"id":20115,"date":"2023-01-11T16:01:30","date_gmt":"2023-01-11T13:01:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20115"},"modified":"2023-01-11T16:01:30","modified_gmt":"2023-01-11T13:01:30","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-24-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20115","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 24 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

Victoria MILESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

CAMUFLAJ<\/strong><\/p>\n

Desp\u0103ture\u015fti coala alb\u0103 a zilei
\n\u00eencepi s\u0103 scrii primii pa\u015fi
\napoi du\u015ful, cafeaua
\narunci o privire pe geam
\nceva s-a-nt\u00e2mplat
\nse vede cu ochiul liber!
\nnoua er\u0103 a venit \u015fi a plecat
\n\u00eentorci timpul pe toate fe\u0163ele
\nnu-i g\u0103se\u015fti niciun cusur
\npoate \u015fi-a luat \u00een serios angajamentul
\nrostit ieri la o bere \u00een Micul Paris
\nte \u00eembraci s\u0103 ie\u015fi, dar pe unde
\nnici vecinii care-\u0163i b\u0103teau \u00een pere\u0163i
\nnu mai bat
\ng\u00e2lg\u00e2it pe \u0163evi, g\u00e2ndaci albi, fluturi transparen\u0163i
\n\u00eennebunindu-te din Mexic p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een Panama
\nsalvarea horc\u0103ie
\npoli\u0163ia sun\u0103 a gol
\npompierii sunt scrum \u015fi cenu\u015f\u0103
\nscrii cu cenu\u015f\u0103 de perle:
\ne prima zi, sunt fericit!\u2026<\/p>\n


\nAPLAUD\u00c2ND EXISTEN\u0162A<\/strong><\/p>\n

Diminea\u0163a, sunetul strident al salv\u0103rii…
\nferestrele se deschid la piept
\nvin pesc\u0103ru\u015fii
\nciugulind firimituri de vise
\ncasele se re\u00eentorc din c\u0103l\u0103toriile lor, nocturne, bizare
\ncei ce s-au iubit noaptea \u00eentreag\u0103 ur\u0103sc diminea\u0163a
\narunc\u0103 \u00een ea cu ce\u015fti \u015fi pahare
\ncu bulg\u0103rii z\u0103pezilor selenare
\nse cufund\u0103 \u00een apa ei de ghea\u0163\u0103 albastr\u0103
\ncur\u0103\u0163\u00e2nd r\u0103nile
\nl\u0103sate de p\u0103s\u0103ri negre cu ciocuri fosforescente
\nstr\u0103zile colc\u0103ie: oameni, c\u00e2ini, atelaje
\nma\u015fina salv\u0103rii \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eenainteze
\nurl\u0103 cu disperare dar nu se mai aude dec\u00e2t
\nbubuitul unei inimi de femeie
\nz\u0103c\u00e2nd pe trotuar, \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 sumar
\ncu trupul sf\u00e2r\u015findu-se \u00een coad\u0103 de pe\u015fte…<\/p>\n


\nCEVA LIPSE\u015eTE, CEVA ESTE \u00ceN PLUS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt mic\u0103
\ndar f\u0103cut\u0103 din pl\u0103mada celor puternici
\nabia \u00eendr\u0103znesc s\u0103 fiu
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 lovesc de soare, de nori
\nde propriul s\u00e2nge
\nmereu pe urmele mele
\ns\u0103 mai \u00eendrepte c\u00e2te ceva
\nabia cutez s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic
\ns\u0103 nu dau cu capul de univers
\natent la ceea ce g\u00e2ndesc, la ce lucrez
\nca un c\u00e2ine la picior
\nca un c\u00e2ine pe un morm\u00e2nt
\nca un c\u00e2ine cu o mie de capete
\nsunt mic\u0103
\ns\u00e2nge pu\u0163in, carne pu\u0163in\u0103
\ndar c\u00e2t univers…<\/p>\n


\nABSOLUT RELATIV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ceva din mine nu
\npricepe c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 respir
\nc\u0103 uneori \u00eemi \u00eentrec
\n\u00eengerul
\nc\u0103 pot s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic
\npentru urm\u0103toarea lovitur\u0103
\n\u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiind frunzele
\nuscate definitiv
\n\u00eenc\u0103 mai c\u00e2nt cu aceea\u015fi voce
\nc\u00e2nd plou\u0103 cu sudoare de zeu
\ncresc \u015fi descresc
\ncu gust de cirea\u015f\u0103 amar\u0103
\naerul se love\u015fte de mine
\ncade, se ridic\u0103
\nse scutur\u0103 de praful aurifer
\nse uit\u0103 str\u00e2mb la v\u00e2n\u0103taia
\ncare am devenit pe trupul lui volatil
\nvia\u0163a e o chestiune de secund\u0103
\nmoartea la fel…<\/p>\n


\nMARTORUL INUTIL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte, stele
\nprivind spre vila somptuoas\u0103
\ndoi tineri se ceart\u0103, se \u00eenjunghie
\nsunt prea sus s\u0103 m\u0103 vad\u0103
\nsunt prea sus s\u0103 dau ajutor
\nsunt singurul martor
\nmut ca stelele
\nasist\u00e2nd nemi\u015fcate, fascinate parc\u0103
\nde \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile al c\u0103ror rost
\nnu-l pricep nici ele
\nnoapte, nori
\nsunt prea sus s\u0103 disting \u00eentre victim\u0103 \u015fi c\u0103l\u0103u
\n\u00eentre s\u00e2nge \u015fi benzin\u0103
\nurc\u00e2nd vertiginos, \u00een valuri
\nspre umerii mei goi
\nspre fa\u0163a f\u0103r\u0103 ochi, f\u0103r\u0103 gur\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nSUB STEAUA NORDULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cel ce m\u0103 ap\u0103r\u0103 de ploaie, de ar\u015fi\u0163\u0103
\nde frig, de-ndoial\u0103,
\nde ceea ce v\u0103d, de ceea ce nu v\u0103d
\nde bine, de r\u0103u
\nde mine, de noi am\u00e2ndoi
\nse plimb\u0103 \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat
\n\u00een sus \u015fi \u00een jos
\ncu m\u00e2inile la spate, g\u00e2nditor
\npe podul palmelor mele
\ndac\u0103 le-a\u015f \u00eempreuna
\npentru rug\u0103ciune
\nsigur, l-a\u015f strivi\u2026 <\/p>\n


\n\u015eI LACRIMILE PL\u00c2NG<\/strong><\/p>\n

Da, m-ai domesticit
\nm-ai \u00eembl\u00e2nzit
\nstau cuminte-n pata de clorofil\u0103
\n\u00een bobul l\u0103sat pentru cin\u0103
\nm\u0103n\u00e2nc, beau
\n\u00eenv\u0103\u0163 s\u0103 m\u0103 sperii de m\u00e2na luminoas\u0103
\na \u00eentunericului
\nstudiez lacrima
\n\u00een ea se oglinde\u015fte alt\u0103 lacrim\u0103
\n\u00eentr-o zi vulturul din piscul ei m\u0103 va r\u0103pi
\ncer\u00e2nd pentru mine c\u00e2t pentru o \u0163ar\u0103
\nacea \u0163ar\u0103 \u00een care te sim\u0163i mereu ocrotit
\nchiar dac\u0103 e\u015fti un tic\u0103los
\nfiindc\u0103 ea te iart\u0103 mereu
\nea are r\u0103bdare
\nde\u015fi demult nu mai este
\nea te hr\u0103ne\u015fte cu ce-a mai r\u0103mas
\ndup\u0103 ce au trecut corbii, l\u0103custele
\nchiar moartea cu masca ei de fecioar\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nFLOAREA DE FRIG<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen zilnica mea c\u0103l\u0103torie
\ndintre cer \u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u00een liftul meu hodorogit
\nDumnezeu m\u0103 \u0163ine \u00een bra\u0163e
\n\u015fi \u0163ip\u0103m c\u00e2t putem…<\/p>\n


\nMarian RUSCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

primul pas<\/strong><\/p>\n

primul pas nu-\u0163i apar\u0163ine,
\nde\u015fi e\u015fti crescut s\u0103 crezi asta.
\nnu-i str\u0103dania ta.
\ne \u00eentip\u0103rit\u0103-n taina pe care o aduci
\nc\u00e2nd intri \u00een lume.<\/p>\n

primul pas, prima ruptur\u0103,
\nprimul drum parcurs cu ochii-n p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ne prima ran\u0103 adus\u0103 \u00een tolba cu care vii
\ndin ne\u015ftiut, din nev\u0103zut.<\/p>\n

primul pas nu l-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at,
\nl-ai \u015ftiut,
\n\u015fi nu-\u0163i apar\u0163ine.<\/p>\n


\ngerul \u015fi fiorul<\/strong><\/p>\n

gerul din nord,
\nfiorul din sud
\nse \u00eenving \u00een mine.
\nlumea mi se pare plecat\u0103
\nspre lumini \u00eencremenite multicolor.
\ndragostea se sperie de mine,
\nd\u0103 n\u0103val\u0103 \u00eentre poli,
\nca o pas\u0103re migratoare
\nce-\u015fi caut\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103carea cu destinul.<\/p>\n

mi-e \u00eentuneric, uneori,
\n\u015fi uneori \u00eemi plou\u0103 cugetul \u00eentre pupile
\nde unde \u00een\u015fir\u0103 m\u0103rg\u0103rite nesf\u00e2r\u015fite.<\/p>\n

singur\u0103tatea: speculant\u0103,
\nmercuric\u0103 \u015fi introvertit\u0103
\nadulmec\u0103 desf\u0103tat\u0103 atmosfera.
\ncu c\u00e2t e mai ap\u0103s\u0103toare
\ncu at\u00e2t rumeg\u0103 din plin
\nsatisf\u0103cut\u0103.<\/p>\n

a\u015f dori o telecomand\u0103
\ns\u0103 schimb din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\ngerul din nord
\ncu fiorul din sud
\nsau invers.<\/p>\n

izgonitul din mine
\nm\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 jeratic
\n\u015fi inverseaz\u0103 polii,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 bun\u0103 ziua, f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103mas bun.
\ndoar \u00eenchid ochii
\n\u015fi drumurile trec,
\nunele dup\u0103 altele,
\nba aici, ba acolo.<\/p>\n

figuran\u0163ii respir\u0103 t\u0103r\u00e2muri
\ndiametral opuse,
\nba aici, ba acolo.
\nr\u0103d\u0103cinile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului se \u00eencurc\u0103
\n\u00eentre aici \u015fi acolo,
\n\u00eentre gerul din nord \u015fi fiorul din sud.<\/p>\n

doar telecomanda asta blestemat\u0103,
\npe care o tot caut \u015fi nu o g\u0103sesc,
\nde-o bun\u0103 vreme,
\npoate nici nu exist\u0103,
\nar scurta trecerea \u00eentre oricare aici
\n\u015fi oricare acolo,
\n\u00eentre gerul din nord \u015fi fiorul din sud.<\/p>\n


\n\u00een c\u0103l\u0103torie,
\nal\u0103turi cu ve\u015fnicia<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een spatele meu, ve\u015fnicia,
\ncosindu-mi urma,
\nsecer\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 cu grij\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu-mi curme, cumva umbra.<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103toria continu\u0103 pe un cr\u00e2ng plutitor.
\nfo\u015fnetul din spate e acum un suflu,
\ncontinuu izvor de ap\u0103 vie.<\/p>\n

m-am lini\u015ftit.
\nve\u015fnicia nu-\u015fi va arunca n\u0103vodul orbe\u015fte.
\npescuie\u015fte nestingherit\u0103
\ncu o mulinet\u0103 cu firul \u00eendoit \u015fi scurt.<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103toria continu\u0103.
\ncontinu\u0103 c\u0103tre \u00eentinderea de alb sau verde,
\nsau, cine \u015ftie…<\/p>\n

din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \u00eentorc capul
\ns\u0103 v\u0103d dac\u0103 mai este pe urmele mele,
\ndac\u0103 m\u0103 p\u00e2nde\u015fte.<\/p>\n

sunt p\u0103zit.<\/p>\n

ve\u015fnicia e pe urmele mele.
\nde c\u00e2nd m-am n\u0103scut m-a ferit,
\n\u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 mai fere\u015fte.<\/p>\n


\nlocul<\/strong><\/p>\n

prea t\u00e2rziu am aflat
\nlocul \u00een care trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc,
\nunde pa\u015fii, \u00een pe loc repaus,
\ns\u0103 bat\u0103 \u0163\u0103ru\u015fi altoi\u0163i cu odihn\u0103.<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 fiu cinstit cu mine p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\nam s\u0103-mi dest\u0103inui
\n\u2013 se pare c\u0103 a venit vremea \u2013
\nc\u0103 nu eu am inventat ve\u015fnicia
\nce zace-n sinele meu fantezie enigmatic\u0103.<\/p>\n

locul \u00een care trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc
\nuitat \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 nume,
\np\u00e2rloag\u0103 ticsit\u0103 cu m\u0103r\u0103cini,
\n\u00eengroap\u0103 mai cur\u00e2nd sau mai t\u00e2rziu
\nparadisul din care am venit,
\ndin care am s\u0103 strig :
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne\u0163i cu bine ! <\/p>\n


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

Cuv\u00e2ntul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te v\u0103d de\u015fi
\nTe-ascunzi \u00een pic\u0103tura
\nDe cerneal\u0103
\nAm s\u0103 te-am\u00e2n
\nDe c\u00e2t mai multe ori
\nIn v\u00e2rful de peni\u0163\u0103
\n\u015ei am s\u0103 te a\u015ftern
\nPe calea dalb\u0103
\nTe v\u0103d, de\u015fi
\nDe\u015fi umbli-n pielea goal\u0103
\nPrin c\u0103lim\u0103ri cu pixeli
\nVr\u00e2nd iar s\u0103 m\u0103-n\u015feli
\nCu pielea ta de smoal\u0103
\nEra cerneal\u0103 neagr\u0103!<\/p>\n


\n\tGol<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne, iat\u0103-\u0163i Fiul
\nNu mai are spini
\nPe cre\u015ftet i-a crescut aura sfin\u0163irii
\nIar trupul are mantie
\nC\u00e2nd girul este la strict secret
\n\u015ei are slujitori, c\u00e2te fire de iarb\u0103
\n\u015ei c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u015fti temple m\u0103re\u0163e
\n\u015ei minuni \u015fi vise
\n\u015ei mireni ce-\u015fi de\u015fart\u0103 pungile
\nCa s\u0103 umple golul
\nS\u0103 spele tina \u015fi mirajul
\nCuv\u00e2ntului gol<\/p>\n


\n\tC\u0103mara<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen toamna asta
\nAm s\u0103 pun
\nC\u00e2teva borcane
\nCu iubire
\n\u00cen c\u0103mara unde \u015fi-au l\u0103sat
\nAromele trecerii voluptoase
\n\u00cen toamna asta
\nAm s\u0103 fac focul mai tare
\nCa s\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103lzesc
\nPicioarele iubirii
\nCuprinse de c\u0103mara spaimei
\nDe a nu fi g\u0103sit
\nSuficiente borcane
\n\u00cen care s\u0103-mi intre iubirea<\/p>\n


\n\tBe\u0163ie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-am b\u0103ut ultimul vers
\nLa acest r\u0103s\u0103rit de suferin\u0163\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd ai apus
\n\u015ei n-ai ascuns
\n\u00centr-un ocean de vin
\n\u00cenec\u00e2ndu-m\u0103<\/p>\n


\n\tSloi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne, d\u0103-mi putere
\nS\u0103 usuc fulgi de nea
\nPe acoperi\u015ful lunii
\nC\u00e2nd fl\u0103c\u0103rile sufletului meu
\nVor lumina stelele
\nDoamne, d\u0103-mi puterea
\nS\u0103 topesc frigul din inim\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd amintirile \u00eenghe\u0163ate
\nSe prefac \u00eentr-un sloi
\nMai mare dec\u00e2t polii p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n


\n\tSalcia <\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103rul \u00ee\u0163i acoper\u0103 fruntea iubito,
\nCa ramurile unei s\u0103lcii p\u0103r\u0103site
\nDe larma p\u0103s\u0103rilor migratoare\u2026
\n\u015ei pl\u00e2ngi a pustiu
\nDe nici nu mai \u015ftiu,
\nCum s\u0103-\u0163i ai aduc \u00eenapoi
\nCiripitul g\u00e2ndurilor <\/p>\n


\n\tFluviul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iat\u0103 uite cum mai at\u00e2rn\u0103 Dun\u0103rea
\nLa poalele Rom\u00e2niei
\nV\u00e2ntu-i \u00eenvolbureaz\u0103 \u0163es\u0103tura
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd lotcile
\nPar ni\u015fte scoici fr\u0103m\u00e2ntate
\nDe piciorul iubirii<\/p>\n


\n\tUmbre <\/strong>
\nIubito,
\nPlimb\u0103-\u0163i m\u00e2na peste sufletul meu
\nAi s\u0103 te sperii c\u00e2t de moale
\n\u015ei c\u00e2t de m\u0103t\u0103sos
\nDormiteaz\u0103 \u00een trupul meu
\nAdun\u0103-\u0163i privirile
\n\u00cen inima mea
\nCa s\u0103 aduci pu\u0163in\u0103 lumin\u0103
\n\u00cen ventriculele cuprinse de spaim\u0103
\n\u015ei poart\u0103-\u0163i g\u00e2ndul
\nPe urmele pa\u015filor mei
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd s-adormi
\nDe c\u0103ldur\u0103
\nIubito
\nLas\u0103-\u0163i sufletul
\nLa umbra inimii mele
\nAtunci c\u00e2nd ve\u015fnicia
\nO va cuprinde cu totul <\/p>\n


\n\tBe\u0163ie <\/strong><\/p>\n

Vezi tu
\nEu d-aia sunt mereu beat
\n\u00cen c\u00e2rciuma cuvintelor
\nPentru c\u0103 din be\u0163ia lor
\nmi-am ad\u0103pat sufletul
\nde-at\u00e2tea ori
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t nu m-am mai trezit
\nVreodat\u0103 <\/p>\n


\n\tRug\u0103ciuni<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stai s\u0103 m\u0103 urc pe un nor
\nS\u0103-\u0163i ascult rug\u0103ciunile
\n\u015ei s\u0103 m\u0103 bucur c\u0103 soarele
\nEste de partea mea
\n\u015ei pe aripile rugilor tale
\nCe m\u0103 spal\u0103 de p\u0103cate
\nPrin norul pufos
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la t\u0103lpile goale<\/p>\n


\n\t\u00centreb\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oare ce-o spune iubirea
\nC\u00e2nd mi-o vedea r\u0103nile
\n\u015ei ce-o spune iubita mea
\nC\u00e2nd mi-o pip\u0103i cicatricele
\nSau urmele unor lacrimi uscate
\nDin timpul c\u00e2nd hoin\u0103ream
\n\u00cen c\u0103utarea ei.<\/p>\n


\n\tVorbe<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0162i s-au cr\u0103pat c\u0103lc\u00e2iele iubire
\nDe-at\u00e2ta hoin\u0103real\u0103
\n\u00centre cer \u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nAi grij\u0103,
\n\u00centr-o zi s-ar putea
\nS\u0103-\u0163i ias\u0103 din cr\u0103p\u0103turi
\nGreieri capabili s\u0103 c\u00e2nte
\nVorbele
\nPe care \u00eenc\u0103 nu le auzi
\n\u015ei te joci cu ele<\/p>\n


\n\tAltul<\/strong><\/p>\n

A \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit \u015fi oglinda asta
\n\u00cen fiecare zi
\n\u00cemi br\u0103zdase chipul cu riduri
\nDe nici nu mai \u015ftiu
\nDac\u0103 sunt eu sau altul\u2026
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi vestonul mi s-a g\u00e2rbovit
\nDe m\u0103 salut\u0103 femeile
\n\u015ei-mi ofer\u0103 loc \u00een autobuz
\nDe-ncep s\u0103 cred
\nC\u0103 nu mai sunt
\n\u015ei c\u0103 merg \u00een c\u00e2rc\u0103 sleit\u0103
\nCu altul.<\/p>\n


\n\tLumea de dincolo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copilul nostru a zburat la ceruri
\nDe parc\u0103 s-ar fi gr\u0103bit
\nS\u0103 opreasc\u0103 iubirii un loc
\nPentru ca s\u0103 mai stea
\nLa poarta raiului
\nD\u00e2nd seam\u0103 de p\u0103catele ei
\nCopilul nostru s-a gr\u0103bit spre \u00eenalt
\nHot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 pun\u0103 o vorb\u0103 de bine
\nLa urechea Sf\u00e2ntului Petru
\nCopilul nostru ne face semne cu m\u00e2na
\n\u015ei ne spune parc\u0103:
\n– Lua\u0163i-v\u0103 iubirea cu voi
\nCa s\u0103 ave\u0163i leac \u00eempotriva
\nPlictiselii din livada
\nMereu \u00eenflorit\u0103 a lumii
\nDe dincolo.<\/p>\n


\n\t\u00cendoial\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

La fiecare bucat\u0103 de inim\u0103
\nAm avut grij\u0103
\nS-o \u00eenf\u0103\u015for \u00eentr-un vers
\nSortit s\u0103 p\u0103streze
\nC\u00e2t mai mult
\ntaina tainelor tale.
\n\u015ei cu fiecare bucat\u0103 de inim\u0103
\nM\u0103 pref\u0103ceam c\u0103 sunt
\nTot mai puternic
\nTot mai viril
\nDe parc\u0103 nu a\u015f fi avut habar
\nCum s\u00e2ngele se sparge de malurile
\ncuprinse de furtuna \u00eendoielii
\nDe a fi sau a nu fi
\n\u00eendeajuns de conving\u0103tor.<\/p>\n


\n\u015etefania OPROESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Priveghi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ramurile desfrunzite ale copacilor
\n\u0162eseau norii spar\u0163i de cornul auriu al lunii
\nV\u00e2ntul murmura cu glas de z\u0103pad\u0103
\nDansul sirenelor nop\u0163ii,
\nT\u0103ceam am\u00e2ndoi ca-n templu
\nPa\u015fii se auzeau \u00eenfundat
\nSub arcada \u00eenalt\u0103 a vremii,
\nBel\u015fugul miresmelor albe
\nC\u0103dea ca spuma cascadelor
\n\u015ei \u00een m\u00e2inile noastre \u00eempreunate
\nSe topea r\u0103suflarea suspinului,
\nLini\u015ftea noastr\u0103 s\u0103lb\u0103ticit\u0103
\nPrin alb\u0103strimile nop\u0163ii
\nTot acolo eram, acela\u015fi c\u00e2ntec
\n\u00cenchipuia imaginea r\u0103t\u0103cirii,
\nSub coroane de argint ascundeam
\nPaloarea s\u00e2ngelui, umbra destr\u0103mat\u0103
\nA nebuniei, gloria c\u0103rnii
\n\u00cembl\u00e2nzit\u0103 de calmul unui tandru priveghi.<\/p>\n


\n\tTablou<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pete ar\u0103mii de soare \u00een amurg
\nStr\u0103lucind prin frunzi\u015ful \u00eentunecat al arinilor
\nMirosul de frunz\u0103 strivit\u0103 al apei
\nCurgerea ei clipocind cu tres\u0103rire
\nDe trestie verde
\nUnda molatec\u0103 din scobitura malului rupt
\n\u00cempletit cu r\u0103d\u0103cini
\nCopilul sub\u0163iratic \u015fi negricios
\nIe\u015find din \u015fuvoi l\u00e2ng\u0103 bolovanul alunecos
\nPe care se ca\u0163\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103geata trupului
\n\u00cen\u0103l\u0163at\u0103 spre fr\u00e2nghia salciei,
\nBalansul larg pe deasupra ochiului
\nVerde \u015fi cald \u00een rotire bl\u00e2nd\u0103
\nJerba de stropi acoperind scufundarea,
\nZv\u00e2cnetul trupului ridic\u00e2ndu-se
\n\u00cempletit cu m\u0103tasea broa\u015ftei
\nMoliciunea de catifea a \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103rii
\nCu mireasma de frunz\u0103 putred\u0103
\nA \u00eenser\u0103rii,
\nTimpul acela \u00eenr\u0103mat \u00eentr-o
\nDup\u0103 amiaz\u0103 de duminic\u0103
\nExpus pe umbra n\u0103ruit\u0103 a \u00eenverzirii<\/p>\n


\n\tResemnare<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t\u0103 r\u0103bdare sau c\u00e2t\u0103 minciun\u0103
\nPo\u0163i s\u0103 \u00eenfiezi c\u00e2nd nici amintirile
\nNu mai au miezul reav\u0103n,
\nC\u00e2nd se usuc\u0103 glasul pl\u00e2nsului
\n\u015ei cad dorin\u0163ele una c\u00e2te una,
\nMuguri otr\u0103vi\u0163i de pojarul brumei.
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eenserarea nu mai miroase
\nA tanin, nici plec\u0103rile nu se mai
\nJupoaie din carne
\nNemiloase ca talazul n\u0103prasnic.
\nCe curaj \u00ee\u0163i trebuie s\u0103 mai respiri
\n\u00cen orele dezumflate
\nDe la marginea visului
\nSau ce team\u0103\u2026
\nC\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0163i \u00eenfiezi \u00een fiecare zi
\nMasca resemn\u0103rii
\n\u015ei-o hr\u0103ne\u015fti cu cea mai ieftin\u0103 p\u00e2ine,
\nNecurmat\u0103 \u00eentoarcere a visului
\nPe altarul de lumin\u0103
\nAl apropiatei \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u0103ri.<\/p>\n


\n\t\u00cen partea cealalt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vom afla atunci, c\u0103 am trecut ultima vam\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd firea cunoscut\u0103 a lucrurilor
\nVa fi inversat\u0103
\n\u015ei \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tul va deveni \u00eenainte, c\u00e2nd to\u0163i cei deja pleca\u0163i
\nCu toat\u0103 uitarea lor
\nNe vor sta \u00een fa\u0163\u0103
\nPrecum cocorii \u00een v\u00e2rful c\u00e2rdului,
\nIar noi, vom veni din urm\u0103
\n\u00cenv\u0103\u0163\u00e2nd cum s\u0103 continu\u0103m moartea
\n\u00cen partea cealalt\u0103
\nProasp\u0103t \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163ui\u0163i \u00een galera timpului.<\/p>\n


\n\tUltima clip\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103-n ultima clip\u0103
\nVoi respira la sub\u0163ioara fricii
\nCa puiul sub clo\u015fc\u0103 sau ca animalul care se retrage
\nDin fa\u0163a pericolului,
\nCred c\u0103 partea de animal din mine
\nN-a dep\u0103\u015fit instinctul de turm\u0103, promisiunea biblicelor ospe\u0163e
\nNu mi-a \u00eendestulat foamea
\n\u015ei nici nu m\u0103 lep\u0103d \u00een bun\u0103 voie
\nDe cele cinci sim\u0163uri,
\n\u00cen urma preumbl\u0103rii mele
\nNu s-a r\u0103zvr\u0103tit niciun strig\u0103t
\nDestul c\u00e2t s\u0103 sparg\u0103 tiparul \u00eencolon\u0103rii,
\nM\u0103car ultima clip\u0103 de-ar fi
\nAnafura \u00een stare s\u0103 osp\u0103teze
\nHalucina\u0163ia eliber\u0103rii.<\/p>\n


\n\tNum\u0103r\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 zicem ca la num\u0103r\u0103toare
\nAnii \u00ee\u0163i vor ie\u015fi mai mul\u0163i
\nDec\u00e2t am locuit eu \u00een anotimpuri.
\nS\u0103 zicem c\u0103 vei uita
\n\u015ei chipul t\u00e2n\u0103rului dinaintea c\u0103ruia
\nNedumerit, ai aprins candela \u00eenvierii
\n\u00cen nop\u0163ile de Pa\u015fti ale copil\u0103riei.
\nS\u0103 zicem c\u0103 uneori, chiar te \u00eencearc\u0103
\nIspita invidiei
\nDup\u0103 tinere\u0163ea mea, nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103.
\nEu, fiule, \u00eentotdeauna
\nVoi fi mereu mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n ca tine cu o na\u015ftere
\nCare a s\u00e2ngerat memoria timpului.<\/p>\n


\n\tMoartea p\u0103s\u0103rii de ghea\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pas\u0103rea de ghea\u0163\u0103 \u00eenvelit\u0103-n culori,
\nR\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 din roiul visului
\nM-a ales s\u0103-i alin plecarea din clip\u0103
\nCu basmul focului sacru,
\nMi se topea \u00een palm\u0103 transparen\u0163a culorilor
\n\u015ei se prelungea \u00een buza umed\u0103 a nop\u0163ii
\n\u00cempu\u0163in\u00e2ndu-i trupul,
\nFluturi negri, bezmetici, cu p\u00e2ntecul greu
\nSe izbeau de zidurile albe ale bisericii
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd pete \u00eentunecate
\n\u00cen neostenita capcan\u0103 a mi\u015fc\u0103rii
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd roata luminii a-nflorit
\nVitraliile de deasupra altarului
\n\u015ei am v\u0103zut pas\u0103rea cealalt\u0103, de s\u00e2nge
\nR\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 \u00een zbor
\nC\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u015fi ie\u015firea din fereastr\u0103 \u00een fereastr\u0103
\nSub privirea indiferent\u0103 a \u00eengerilor.<\/p>\n


\n\tMori de ap\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu s\u00e2ngele meu, s\u0103lb\u0103ticit
\n\u00cen frunzi\u015ful p\u0103durilor
\nAm otr\u0103vit v\u00e2rful s\u0103ge\u0163ii, apoi
\nTe-am a\u015fteptat \u00een leag\u0103nul mun\u0163ilor,
\nUnde veneai tu, la v\u00e2n\u0103toarea
\nCu morile de ap\u0103,
\nUnde veneai tu, \u00eensetat
\nS\u0103 te \u00eembe\u0163i cu licoarea p\u0103str\u0103vilor,
\nTe-am ademenit cu respira\u0163ia ciutei
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la cuibul ecoului
\n\u00cen care s-a z\u0103mislit t\u0103ria \u00eentoarcerii,
\nAcolo, am b\u0103ut \u00eempreun\u0103 otrava clipei
\n\u00cemp\u0103r\u0163it\u0103 \u00een jum\u0103t\u0103\u0163i egale
\n\u015ei de atunci r\u0103t\u0103cim
\n\u00centr-o risip\u0103 a chem\u0103rii,
\nRepetate ecouri \u00eenflorind
\nPeste ad\u00e2ncuri de timp.<\/p>\n


\n\tScrisoare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamn\u0103 ve\u015fnicie,
\nPe planeta P\u0103m\u00e2nt s-a abolit sclavia.
\nAm hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 trimit vestea
\nPrin curierul care va veni
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 ridice din toiul c\u0103rnii mele
\nDe care n-ave\u0163i oricum trebuin\u0163\u0103
\n\u015ei s\u0103 m\u0103 fac\u0103 rob al ve\u015fniciei
\nDoamn\u0103, eu nu vreau s\u0103 v\u0103 cer \u00eenapoi
\nCarnea na\u015fterii mele
\n\u00cenl\u0103n\u0163uit\u0103 \u00eentre cei care se cutremura
\n\u015ei cei care c\u00e2rcotesc
\nCum c\u0103 n-a\u0163i fi tocmai st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 pe grani\u0163e,
\nCred c\u0103 v-a\u015f putea chiar iubi
\nDac\u0103 mi-a\u0163i da libertatea ca la plecare,
\nS\u0103 aleg o singur\u0103 clip\u0103 din via\u0163\u0103
\nPe care s-o locuiesc la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n


\n\tMemoria \u00eengerilor c\u0103zu\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

Libertate a zborului doar \u00eenapoi
\n\u015ei doar prin s\u00e2ngele propriu
\nCa amintirea poemului zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se
\n\u00cen labirintul gr\u00e2ului, macii \u00een\u015fel\u0103tori
\nFulger\u00e2nd potecile \u00eenflorite ale c\u0103rnii,
\nClipa de be\u0163ie topit\u0103 \u00een miezul gr\u0103dinii
\nAmintirea cerului violet
\nAsfin\u0163it de octombrie r\u0103sfr\u00e2nt \u00een iazul p\u0103str\u0103vului s\u0103lbatec.
\nAmintirea florilor de m\u0103ce\u015f spuzind m\u0103r\u0103cini\u015ful gr\u0103dinilor
\nFragi \u00een f\u00e2ne\u0163e
\nN\u0103p\u0103dite de c\u0103ldura dup\u0103 amiezilor,
\nPloaie de mai, roua frunzi\u015fului crud al p\u0103durilor,
\nPedepse ale pr\u0103bu\u015firii, amintirile
\nSingurul zbor permis prin r\u0103nile r\u0103mase
\n\u00cen memoria \u00eengerilor c\u0103zu\u0163i,
\nDup\u0103 smulgerea aripilor<\/p>\n


\n\tCo\u015fmar<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen visele cele mai cumin\u0163i
\nC\u00e2nd numai dep\u0103rtarea de cas\u0103
\nN\u0103lucea aspru ca apa s\u0103rat\u0103
\nB\u0103ut\u0103 \u00een ar\u015fi\u0163a setei,
\nC\u00e2nd plec\u0103rile nu c\u0103deau \u00een pl\u00e2nset
\n\u015ei toamnele erau felinare de fosfor
\nC\u0103l\u0103uzind trecerea v\u00e2ntului
\nPrin risipa alb\u0103
\nA florilor de volbur\u0103 \u00eenmiresmate de ger
\nC\u00e2nd universul \u00eentreg era c\u0103ptu\u015fit cu bra\u0163ele mamei
\nChiar \u015fi atunci
\n\u00cen visele cele mai curate
\nSe strecura ca o ar\u0103tare stranie
\nSpaima surp\u0103rii cerului \u00eentunecat
\nV\u00e2rtejul mor\u0163ii ca un sorb
\nAlc\u0103tuit din roata ar\u0103mie a stelelor \u00een mi\u015fcare<\/p>\n


\nION LAZU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

C\u00e2ntecul mierlei <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Mai sunt \u015fi rime care s\u0103 ne-anime?
\nMai sunt sonete d\u0103inuind discrete,
\nCum flori mai cresc pe st\u00e2nci anahorete
\n\u015ei-s calde z\u00e2mbete-ntre triste grime?<\/p>\n

Nici c\u00e2nd str\u0103ba\u0163i p\u0103durea \u00een desime
\nSau prin f\u00e2ne\u0163i te-aba\u0163i, pe \u00eendelete,
\nNu te-a\u015ftepta s\u0103 vezi doar margarete,
\nC\u0103ci sunt \u015fi m\u0103r\u0103cini, sunt \u015fi jivine.<\/p>\n

Sunt viermi prin iarb\u0103, dar s\u0103 nu te mire
\nDac\u0103-\u0163i voi spune: Mierla \u00eei culege…
\n\u015ei poate-abia a\u015fa vei \u00een\u0163elege
\nDe ce-i e dulce c\u00e2ntu-n cimitire…<\/p>\n

Un t\u00e2lc e-n asta, \u00eens\u0103 tace m\u00e2lc,
\nCum flinta at\u00e2rnat\u0103 la obl\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n


\nDin urm\u0103… <\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103-ajung din urm\u0103 poezii ce-s scrise
\nCu vie\u0163i parc\u0103-\u00eenainte, cu decenii,
\nIar eu privesc blajinele vedenii
\n\u015ei-abia-mi reamintesc defuncte vise…<\/p>\n

\u00cemi las un timp privirile deschide
\nCa pe mesaje ce lansasem vremii
\n\u015ei-acum la mal se-ntorc, cum ni\u015fte premii
\nCare pe-atunci \u00eemi fur\u0103 interzise…<\/p>\n

Ce-s aste rime \u015fi fervori sublime
\nCe-au dat \u00een clocot firea-mi idolatr\u0103
\n\u015ei-acum \u00eemi par ca d\u0103ltuite-n piatr\u0103,
\nPe c\u00e2t le b\u0103nuisem sibiline?<\/p>\n

M-ajung din urm\u0103 poezii… Mesaje
\nRe\u00eenviate ca din sarcofage.<\/p>\n


\n Termite <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Cu-o floare-oranj, pe Tomis acro\u015fat\u0103,
\nCa Lidiei s\u0103-i fur pupicuri dou\u0103,
\nV\u0103d c\u0103-am adus furnici vreo opt sau nou\u0103
\nCe mi\u015funarea-\u015fi \u00eencepur\u0103-ndat\u0103…<\/p>\n

Mi-am zis, privind cu-ngrijorare: Frate
\nEcologist, observi c\u0103-ai dat-o bar\u0103?
\nChiar vr\u00e2nd s\u0103 faci o fapt\u0103 ast\u0103zi rar\u0103
\nStrici echilibrul vie\u0163ii minunate…<\/p>\n

Ai grij\u0103, ad\u0103-un dulce la termite,
\nC\u0103 tot le-ai deranjat din tabieturi;
\nDe nu, au s\u0103-\u0163i m\u0103n\u00e2nce din soneturi
\nCe stau pe toat\u0103 masa vr\u0103fuite…<\/p>\n

\u015ei-atunci Poetul ce-o s\u0103 mai citeasc\u0103,
\nAmara fire s\u0103 \u015fi-o \u00eendulceasc\u0103?<\/p>\n


\nBursa sonetelor <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Am zeci de pixuri, puse-n locuri fixe
\n\u015ei-am pus creioane-n locuri insolite \u2013
\nS\u0103 le g\u0103sesc oric\u00e2nd, pe dibuite
\nUn nou sonet c\u00e2nd vreau s\u0103 bag \u00een mixer.<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103-mi \u00een\u015fir sonetele solare,
\nMormane-am str\u00e2ns, ascunse sau pe fa\u0163\u0103,
\nAt\u00e2tea pixuri ce aduc din pia\u0163\u0103
\nCu trei la leu, de ori\u015fice culoare…<\/p>\n

La al\u0163ii-n cas\u0103, cum la me\u015fter Iane,
\nDac\u0103 deschizi o carte, la-nt\u00e2mplare,
\nDin ea curg bani ce pus-au la p\u0103strare.
\nLa noi cad numai… pixuri \u015fi creioane…<\/p>\n

Puiesc la d\u00e2n\u015fii banii, ca la Burs\u0103.
\nLa noi, sonete, vai! … \u015fi past\u0103 scurs\u0103…<\/p>\n


\n Basarabeanul altruist… <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103-am g\u0103sit formula ideal\u0103
\nDe-a \u00een\u015fira sonete cu toptanul,
\nDe-am s\u0103-l \u00eentrec \u00een tromb\u0103 pe Murgeanu
\nVolume de sonete-av\u00e2nd, cu fal\u0103.<\/p>\n

N-a\u015f spune-o, c\u0103ci e bine cu fereal\u0103
\nS-o folosesc doar eu, p\u00e2n-m\u0103 consacru.
\nLa USR din aurit fiacru
\nVoi s\u0103 descind, cu-alura-mi triumfal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dar iat\u0103, de-servit de altruisme,
\nV\u0103 spun secretul, de folos s\u0103 fie
\nCelor ce nevoiesc \u00een Poesie
\nDe\u015fi adesea scriu numai… truisme…<\/p>\n

Scriu primul vers \u2013 at\u00e2ta \u015fi Finis!
\nSpre ziu\u0103 am sonetu-ntreg. \u00cen vis…<\/p>\n


\nVechi trucuri <\/strong> <\/p>\n

C\u0103 n-am mai scris sonete p\u00e2n\u0103-acuma
\nE-un adev\u0103r doar p\u00e2n-la jum\u0103tate \u2013
\nSunt trucuri vechi, cu grij\u0103 ocultate,
\nDar le divulg, c\u0103ci se \u00eengroa\u015f\u0103 gluma…<\/p>\n

Admir sonetul, dar al lor r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103!
\nC\u0103ci am ur\u00e2t mecanica lui str\u00e2ns\u0103
\nCum un tambur cu pai\u015fpe gloan\u0163e. \u00cens\u0103
\nSe mai descarc\u0103-n cel de-l \u0163ine-n m\u00e2n\u0103…<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftiu, am d\u0103ltuit sonetul
\nF\u0103r\u0103 cusur \u2013 \u015fi cu veninu-n coad\u0103,
\nCa f\u0103r\u0103 gre\u015f pe adversar s\u0103-l rad\u0103 \u2013
\nCi cu sfin\u0163enie-am p\u0103strat secretul.<\/p>\n

Letalei arme-abia acu-i dau drumul.
\nIar de du\u015fman se va alege scrumul…<\/p>\n


\nSomnul de la amiaz\u0103 <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 te miri c\u0103 mi-s a\u015fa prolific
\nLa scris sonete, de nu-mi st\u0103 condeiul,
\nAm s\u0103-\u0163i dest\u0103inui care e temeiul
\nPe care noua oper\u0103-mi edific.<\/p>\n

Da, recunosc, nu-mi e deloc specific
\nS\u0103-n\u015fir sonete unul dup\u0103 altul,
\nDar ca s\u0103 \u015ftii de unde vine saltul
\nF\u0103r\u0103 ca totu\u015fi tihna s\u0103-mi sacrific,<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i spun: m\u0103-abat de la programul zilnic
\nAl celor care scriu de diminea\u0163\u0103,
\nEu fac un tur prin parc, unul la pia\u0163\u0103
\nIar dup\u0103 mas\u0103 pic \u00een somnul scitic.<\/p>\n

Cu-n somn la mijloc, ziua se dubleaz\u0103:
\n\u015ei-n miezul nop\u0163ii am \u00eenc\u0103-o amiaz\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n Apostu <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015etiu \u015fi statui dosite prin boschete,
\nIar omul care trece le ignor\u0103.
\nCum sunt prin vechi sertare mari sonete
\nCe-a\u015fteapt\u0103-n darn citirea lor sonor\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cum sunt statui ce nu le afli rostul
\n\u015ei dai s\u0103 pleci, spun\u00e2ndu-\u0163i c\u0103 nu-i art\u0103,
\nSau doar o marmor\u0103 cu fa\u0163a spart\u0103
\nDe\u015fi-i poate-o lucrare de Apostu.<\/p>\n

\u015ei trece lumea, care se petrece,
\n\u015ei-ascult\u0103 znoave, c\u00e2nd sonetul tace,
\n\u00cens\u0103 nimic din astea n-are-a face
\nCu ve\u015fnicia limpede \u015fi rece.<\/p>\n

Trec oamenii… Ci marmora dureaz\u0103.
\n\u015ei-n moarte foi, sonetul viu viaz\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n Flori Lidiei! <\/strong><\/p>\n

Flori pentru Lidia! Numai at\u00e2ta zic
\nAtunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 opresc la flor\u0103rese.
\n\u015ei ele-ntind buchete pe alese
\nDin toate eu lu\u00e2nd pe cel mai \u015fic!<\/p>\n

Nu-s vorbe c\u0103utate, s\u0103 le-adun,
\nDin glasu-mi flor\u0103reasa \u00een\u0163elege
\nC\u0103 Lidia-i o floare. \u015ei-mi alege
\nFlori minunate pentru ea, duium.<\/p>\n

Ce tare s-ar mira dac\u0103 i-a\u015f spune
\nC\u0103 Lidia iube\u015fte flori de-a r\u00e2ndul:
\nDe spin, de boz, ce-\u0163i am\u0103r\u0103sc \u015fi g\u00e2ndul
\nDa-i amintesc de-a satului minune…<\/p>\n

C\u0103 nu-i mireasm\u0103 mai \u00eemb\u0103t\u0103toare
\nDec\u00e2t copil\u0103ria, sf\u00e2nt\u0103 floare.<\/p>\n


\n Ce-i e sonetului… <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Pe-un sfert de coal\u0103, ba pe o optime
\n\u00cemi scriu sonetul. \u015ei ce bine-ncape!
\nAm doar un pic de grij\u0103 \u2013 s\u0103 nu scape
\nPeste r\u0103scol chiar Rima printre rime…<\/p>\n

Cam asta fac. Prin cas\u0103-s o mul\u0163ime
\nDe coli r\u0103mase din mai vechi etape.
\nLe-mp\u0103turesc, le tai, le pun \u00een mape \u2013
\n\u00centr-asta sunt deja la \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime.<\/p>\n

Ce-i e sonetului s\u0103-\u015fi toarne forma
\nLui genuin\u0103-n \u0103st chenar select,
\nScornit de omenescul intelect
\nSpre-a \u00eemp\u0103ca informul \u015fi cu norma…<\/p>\n

C\u0103 azi, c\u00e2nd \u015ftiu la rime cum st\u0103 treaba,
\nSunt numai bun de-ntors pe arii pleava…<\/p>\n


\nT\u0103cerea<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 fie-o admira\u0163ie subit\u0103
\nMotiv pentru t\u0103cerea-\u0163i obstinat\u0103,
\nFa\u0163\u0103 cu avalan\u015fa declan\u015fat\u0103
\nDe poezii sclipind ca-ntr-o pepit\u0103?<\/p>\n

S\u0103 fie au respectul ce-l implic\u0103
\n\u0102st autore, mu\u015fchii c\u00e2nd \u015fi-arat\u0103
\n\u015ei d\u00e2nd sonet dup\u0103 sonet pe dat\u0103,
\nUn soclu de-azi pe m\u00e2ine de-\u015fi ridic\u0103?<\/p>\n

Sau e perplexitatea: Cum adic\u0103,
\nUn ins ce tace zece ani pe-o rim\u0103,
\nDe-odat\u0103 d\u0103 la spate, anodin\u0103
\nT\u0103cerea lui, \u015fi-n sc\u0103ri grozav s-ardic\u0103?<\/p>\n

Sau totu\u015fi e invidia robust\u0103,
\nMereu aceea\u015fi: rece, just\u0103, frust\u0103…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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