{"id":20172,"date":"2023-01-19T16:14:10","date_gmt":"2023-01-19T13:14:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20172"},"modified":"2023-01-19T16:14:10","modified_gmt":"2023-01-19T13:14:10","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-24-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20172","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 24 (11)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Geo GALETARU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

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

1.\tdu-te.
\nacolo vegheaz\u0103 umbra albastr\u0103.
\nai un r\u00e2u la picioare, o arip\u0103 din care
\nnoaptea mu\u015fc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 se aude s\u00e2ngele \u00een trestii.
\ncu un alfabet \u00eenvingi distan\u0163a,
\narunci solilocvii palide peste um\u0103r:
\nc\u00e2teva zile \u00een plus,
\no moarte \u00een casele oamenilor de departe.<\/p>\n

2.\tse ia la tr\u00e2nt\u0103 cu extazul, cu tic-tac-ul obscen,
\nm\u0103rturise\u015fte vie\u0163ile din alte \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri.
\no flac\u0103r\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 voce la picioare,
\nun cr\u00e2ng de vocale pe acoperi\u015f:
\nlumin\u0103, lumin\u0103, c\u00e2te iluzii
\n\u00een inelarul sterp al \u00eengerului meu?
\nam venit, am venit, \u00eenvinge\u0163i-m\u0103.<\/p>\n

3.\tspune p\u00e2n\u0103 unde se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103 ceea ce nu este,
\n\tp\u00e2n\u0103 unde se nume\u015fte ochiul cumva.
\nspune ceva:
\nabis sau auror\u0103 boreal\u0103,
\nferig\u0103 sau fiar\u0103,
\ntotuna \u0163i-e \u015fi oric\u00e2nd.
\nprecum muntele din g\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

4.\traza pe muntele de ghea\u0163\u0103,
\ntrandafirul desfoliat \u015fi sacra neru\u015finare.
\nvezi paji\u015ftea care arde: e un murmur
\nc\u00e2nd trec pe sub ploi fetele v\u0103zduhului.
\ntr\u0103darea sap\u0103 aproape: un cuib
\n\u00een \u00eensoritele inimi. de acolo
\n\u00eencepe victoria de care te temi.<\/p>\n

5.\tdin dou\u0103 \u00een dou\u0103 mor\u0163i vine apusul,
\n\t\tvine \u015fi fiara din ecuatorul ochiului.
\nvai, teama e \u00een lanul ferecat,
\nacolo petrecem cu anii cei neistovi\u0163i.
\nroua pe acoperi\u015ful sonor,
\nca un animal v\u0103zut \u00een alt\u0103 clim\u0103.
\nc\u00e2\u0163i \u00eengeri \u00een vie\u0163ile noastre pierdute?<\/p>\n

6.\ttrec prin gr\u0103dinile de sus<\/p>\n

aud un sunet straniu<\/p>\n

privirea calc\u0103 pe urmele pa\u015filor t\u0103i
\nca o constela\u0163ie a hazardului<\/p>\n

nimic nu ne poate opri
\nnimeni nu moare \u00een noaptea cea lung\u0103<\/p>\n

ai vrut s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i \u015fi ai r\u0103mas<\/p>\n

7.\t\u00eemprejurul nostru ei c\u00e2nt\u0103
\nei trec prin paji\u015fti prin umbra \u00eenalt\u0103<\/p>\n

ei c\u00e2nt\u0103 cu ochii \u00een cer
\nve\u015fmintele lor ard ca roua pe creste<\/p>\n

cine e vinovat de splendoare <\/p>\n

cine arat\u0103 calea cine v\u00e2neaz\u0103
\nanimalul str\u0103lucitor din inima ta<\/p>\n

8.\tel trece de nori \u015fi se vede aproape
\nel calc\u0103 u\u015for \u015fi vine spre noi
\nun suflet z\u0103bovind arar pe colin\u0103
\nghice\u015fte lumina o duce cu el
\noh, c\u00e2nd vorbe\u015fte se face sear\u0103
\nse face noapte c\u00e2nd el nu se vede
\nc\u00e2nd el se presimte<\/p>\n

9.\tc\u00e2nt\u0103re\u015fti un suflet care nu e
\n\u00een jum\u0103tatea vie\u0163ii dec\u00e2t o amintire
\na palidei ne\u00eencrederi a aceluia\u015fi
\ngest despodobit de rictusul maimu\u0163ei
\npe c\u00e2nd \u00eencerci s\u0103 vezi acolo
\nsau \u00een alt\u0103 parte un conglomerat straniu
\nde licurici pe colina \u00eenvins\u0103<\/p>\n

10.\tc\u00e2t\u0103 lumin\u0103 ai spus c\u00e2t
\n\u00eentuneric dar nu mai e\u015fti alesul acestor
\nop\u0163iuni invulnerabile las\u0103-te \u00een voia
\npremoni\u0163iilor de catifea vei fi
\nceea ce a\u015fteapt\u0103 de la tine
\nanimalul acela invizibil
\ncare-\u0163i roade r\u0103bd\u0103tor lini\u015ftea.<\/p>\n

11.\tnu, el abia \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 s\u0103 numere.
\nnu, el abia p\u0103\u015fe\u015fte pe norii impudici.
\nnu, el abia exult\u0103 \u00een canalele nop\u0163ii.
\nnu, el abia simte cum cresc mugurii
\n\u00een palmele unui copil care moare \u00een iarb\u0103.
\nnu, el spune c\u0103 via\u0163a
\nse \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 mereu \u00een alt\u0103 parte.<\/p>\n

12.\tam iubit zidul acela \u2013 \u00eemi spune \u2013
\noric\u00e2nd pot trece cu m\u00e2inile pe fa\u0163\u0103
\n\u00een alb\u0103strimea care ucide.
\nnu \u015ftiu micile stratageme ale c\u00e2rti\u0163ei
\nde-a supravie\u0163ui sub auspicii severe.
\nprobabil c\u0103 acolo e o t\u0103cere
\n\u00een care se coc semin\u0163ele \u00eentunericului.<\/p>\n

13.\tai tras la mal.
\nai ochit \u00eengerul \u015fi-ai plecat.
\nplec\u0103ciune, mic\u0103 ingerin\u0163\u0103 a vie\u0163ii!
\npe voi v\u0103 iubesc, pe voi v\u0103 reneg,
\nde\u015fi nici un semn nu mai a\u015fteapt\u0103 acolo.
\n\u015fi nici o glorie \u00een casa \u00eemp\u0103ratului.
\ndoar o istorie m\u0103runt\u0103 plin\u0103 de a\u015fchii.<\/p>\n

14.\tabia respir\u0103, abia trece lanul de sticl\u0103.
\nnimere\u015fte \u00een bolgiile sudului, \u00een miezul erorii.
\nacolo vede \u015fi ia \u00een st\u0103p\u00e2nire ceva.
\no glorie c\u00e2t unghia copilului de pe mal.
\n\u00ee\u015fi scutur\u0103 r\u00e2sul \u00een albiile imperceptibile
\nale unei austerit\u0103\u0163i albastre.
\nface parte din lumile sacrificate.<\/p>\n

15.\tdespre ce s\u0103 le vorbesc
\ncelor din jurul meu
\ndespre ce s\u0103 tac
\nam digerat capricii \u015fi atavisme
\ncineva deseneaz\u0103 contururi compromi\u0163\u0103toare
\npe oglinzile pubere pe monitoare invizibile
\nvederea mea e totul c\u0103ci memoria e opac\u0103<\/p>\n

16.\te numai una
\nar vrea s\u0103 intre \u00een corpul meu
\n\u00een intersti\u0163iile acelea melancolice
\ncare r\u0103spund la un nume necunoscut
\ne numai una
\n\u015fi ar vrea s\u0103 intre \u00een corpul meu
\nca o sear\u0103 lini\u015ftit\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 fisur\u0103<\/p>\n

17.\tzgomotul acela ciudat e durerea mea
\nr\u00e2sul meu peste pietrele \u00eennopt\u0103rii
\nel cre\u015fte o dat\u0103 cu trupul meu
\ncare se vede pe sine de dincolo de el
\nzgomotul acela ciudat e pas\u0103rea amiezii
\nea bate cu ciocul de aur
\n\u00een pielea mea translucid\u0103 ne\u015ftiutoare<\/p>\n

18.\taplecat peste balustrada de aur
\nchipul de aur \u00eentr-o
\nopacitate care vorbe\u015fte de la sine
\np\u00e2n\u0103 unde se poate \u00eenainta
\np\u00e2n\u0103 unde bate inima nimicul
\ndintre visele mele gemene
\no ramur\u0103 de cais \u00een singur\u0103tate<\/p>\n

19.\tpu\u0163in c\u00e2te pu\u0163in cad anii
\nca ni\u015fte gutui sonore ca ni\u015fte
\niepuri cosi\u0163i din goana trenului
\ncenu\u015f\u0103 pe un podi\u015f invizibil
\nel scrie povestea verii \u015fi
\nmelancolia trece \u00eenalt\u0103
\npe l\u00e2ng\u0103 el<\/p>\n

20.\tspui c\u0103 ai venit de departe
\nspui c\u0103 nimic nu \u0163i-e str\u0103in
\nnici sc\u00e2ncetul fiarei \u00een iarba albastr\u0103
\nnici moartea \u00een vis a p\u0103s\u0103rii
\nspui c\u0103 ai venit de departe
\nspui c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 nu ai aflat
\npre\u0163ul \u00eentoarcerii \u00een \u0163ara aceea numai a ta<\/p>\n

21.\thai, z\u0103u a\u015fa, noaptea asta e o lupoaic\u0103 ro\u015fie.
\ndar culoarea e un moft al curcubeului gale\u015f.
\nf\u0103r\u0103 patim\u0103, ca o piatr\u0103 \u00een apele pure.
\n\u015fi dincolo de ea cad c\u0103r\u0103bu\u015fi \u00een deriv\u0103.
\nnu, nu e necesar, dar accept\u0103-l \u00een sil\u0103.
\nca \u015fi cum \u00eentr-o diminea\u0163\u0103 pe acoperi\u015f
\nar r\u0103s\u0103ri o ciuperc\u0103 uria\u015f\u0103.<\/p>\n

22.\t\u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 ajungi acolo.
\nstr\u0103duie\u015fte-te. \u00eenoat\u0103 voinice\u015fte.
\ne un aer mai mult dec\u00e2t prietenos.
\ne o libelul\u0103 de o\u0163el pe \u015finele umede.
\nd\u0103-i cer\u015fetorului ce-i al cezarului.
\nd\u0103-i cezarului un ciob de glorie albastr\u0103.
\nacolo unde ajungi nu mai e nimeni.<\/p>\n

23.\tcreionul alearg\u0103. muntele alearg\u0103.
\ncine st\u0103 pe loc? un anotimp glazurat.
\no f\u0103r\u0103delege ca o pat\u0103 \u00een geam.
\nca un continent \u00een p\u00e2ntecul libelulei.
\ne important s\u0103 mori ca \u015fi cum ai fi tu.
\ndar tu \u00eenghi\u0163i un c\u0103r\u0103bu\u015f auriu.
\no r\u0103splat\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103 a verii neiert\u0103toare. <\/p>\n

24.\tmimetismul unei duminici de o\u0163el.
\nun gest am\u00e2nat.
\nacum plou\u0103 \u015fi tu treci pe peluz\u0103.
\nmici turbioane \u00een v\u0103zduhul ro\u015fu.
\nr\u0103m\u00e2i singur \u015fi diminea\u0163a moare \u00een s\u00e2ngele t\u0103u.
\n\u00een lanul cu p\u0103s\u0103ri aurii.
\no bucurie pe care n-o mai \u00een\u0163elegi.<\/p>\n

25.\tploile spal\u0103 inima: o preg\u0103tesc de plecare.
\nunde? aici nu mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne nimeni.
\nnimeni pe acea pasarel\u0103 invizibil\u0103.
\nnimeni \u00eentr-o dep\u0103rtare verde ca un cr\u00e2ng.
\n\u015fi totu\u015fi. noaptea se desface \u00een felii.
\ncazi pe bordur\u0103 ca un b\u0103nu\u0163 de aur.
\n \u015fi trupul nu te mai recunoa\u015fte.<\/p>\n


\nConstantin OTTESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Puterea Sonetului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acestui foarte interesant poet nu-i scap\u0103 nimic din ceea ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 \u2013 tr\u0103ire, amintire, clipa cea repede! Puterea de a se revedea, de a-\u015fi reconstrui trecerea \u015fi petrecerea, de a se reg\u0103si \u2013 de la gesturi m\u0103runte p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri semnificative \u2013 totul \u00eei ofer\u0103 prilejul de a g\u00e2ndi, de a judeca, de a conchide.
\n Dac\u0103, \u00een general, Sonetul a fost (\u015fi, \u00een bun\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103, a r\u0103mas) formula exprim\u0103rii st\u0103rilor lirice superioare \u2013 a iubirii, deci, cu toate \u00eenminun\u0103rile sale \u2013, \u00een cazul poetului Constantin Ottescu, aceast\u0103 formul\u0103, cu legi mereu d\u0103inuitoare devine mijlocul existen\u0163ei diurne, instrumentul g\u00e2ndirii \u015fl exprim\u0103rii v\u0103zutului \u015fi al imaginatului poetico-filosofic, \u00een nesf\u00e2r\u015fitele-i chipuri, pe care \u00eel traverseaz\u0103.
\n Poet remarcabil, al\u0103tur\u00e2ndu-se prin vivacitatea verbului unor nume de mult\u0103vreme celebre \u2013 Arghezi, Eftimiu, Cincinat \u2013, el se continu\u0103, totu\u015fi, pe sine prin sine. Manierist, a\u015fadar, din necesitate.
\n Da, dl. Constantin Ottescu (iubitorul de cai \u015fi de poezie!) reu\u015fe\u015fte prin c\u0103r\u0163ile sale: Diurne \u015fi Alte diurne s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi aplice un modus vivendi superior, fiind, f\u0103r\u0103-ndoial\u0103, unul dintre cei mai \u201eboga\u0163i\u201d soneti\u015fti rom\u00e2ni: doi ani de sonete (730 de titluri). Aproape c\u0103 nu-\u0163i vine s\u0103 crezi!…<\/p>\n

Radu C\u00e2rneci<\/strong>
\n\"\"

ALCHIMIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

De veacuri alchimistul se c\u0103zne\u015fte
\nS\u0103 schimbe-n aur orice alt metal.
\n\u015ei tot de secole, \u00een mod fatal
\nOric\u00e2t s-ar str\u0103dui, nu reu\u015fe\u015fte!<\/p>\n

Pervers un drac subtil, material
\nSpre cazna alchimistului r\u00e2nje\u015fte.
\nDar alt\u0103 meserie \u00eentrege\u015fte
\nAcest prelung proces medieval.<\/p>\n

Poe\u0163ii \u015ftiu de mult re\u0163eta care
\nD\u0103 vorbei consisten\u0163\u0103 \u015fi valoare,
\nSchimb\u00e2nd \u00een aur densitatea ei!<\/p>\n

Poe\u0163ii \u015ftiu de mult divina norm\u0103
\nCe toarn\u0103, moi, ideile \u00een form\u0103,
\nSub jerbe de imagini \u00een sc\u00e2ntei. <\/p>\n


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

Acolo este timpul: \u00een uitare
\n\u015ei-n amintiri, \u015fi-n d\u0103inuiri, \u015fi-n vis,
\n\u015ei-n vorba bun\u0103 \u015fi-n cea rea, \u015fi-n scris
\n\u015ei-n c\u00e2ntec, \u015fi \u00een vestea urm\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

E timp ascuns \u015fi-n vrednica splendoare
\nA pictorilor care ne-au transmis
\nRealitatea lor c\u00e2t mai precis
\nPlus condimentul fin de \u00een\u0103l\u0163are,<\/p>\n

Da, timpul ce-a trecut z\u00e2mbe\u015fte-n toate
\nSau pl\u00e2nge-n tot cu lacrimi \u00eenc\u0103rcate
\nDe semne, e \u015fi-n \u201cm\u00e2ine\u201d e \u015fi-n \u201cieri\u201d<\/p>\n

Doar punctual singular, mult zis: momentul
\nNedimensionat, numit prezentul,
\nNu-l c\u0103uta: c\u0103 nu e nic\u0103ieri!<\/p>\n


\nCARTEA <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cartea e aproape form\u0103 vie,
\nE sportul intelectual latent,
\nCuprinde static \u00eens\u0103 permanent
\nTr\u0103ire \u00eentr-un fel de letargie.<\/p>\n

Conserv\u0103-n gr\u0103itoarea ei h\u00e2rtie
\nTrecutul ce a fost c\u00e2ndva prezent
\n\u015ei poate deveni efervescent
\nDin nou \u00een clipa care o s\u0103 vie.<\/p>\n

\u00cen spiritismul literei, \u00eencet
\nNe-aduce un savant sau un poet
\nStr\u0103fulger\u0103ri de minte luminat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Plutind pe firul vremii \u00eenapoi
\nP\u0103rin\u0163i de g\u00e2nd sunt iar\u0103\u015fi printre noi;
\nVorbim din nou cu cei ce-au fost odat\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\n LA \u015eOSEA, LA CIUTA<\/strong><\/p>\n

A ap\u0103rut un cerb\u2026A r\u0103s\u0103rit
\nPe-asfalt, maiestuos \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103.
\nPrin foi de corn filtra lumina slab\u0103
\nCe-n coarne, vagi reflexe i-a sclipit.<\/p>\n

Era mirat c\u0103 l-am oprit din treab\u0103?
\nDe unde cobora? De ce-a venit?
\nAdulmeca spre noi nestingherit
\nSub somptuoasa capului podoab\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen sens contrar alt automobil
\nN-a-ncetinit! Dar cu un gest gracil
\nEl s-a ferit s\u0103-i stea exact \u00een cale:<\/p>\n

\u015ei-a disp\u0103rut prin foi de verde crud,
\nDe pe asfalt, \u00een vremuri ancestrale
\nS\u0103-l \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103 iar pe Robin Hood\u2026<\/p>\n


\nSTATUIA<\/strong><\/p>\n

I-o juc\u0103rie pentru oameni mari,
\nE un tablou ce iese \u00een afar\u0103,
\nF\u0103c\u00e2nd, protuberante, s\u0103 apar\u0103
\nContururi moi din bronzurile tari.<\/p>\n

Privindu-i coaja dur\u0103, ea coboar\u0103
\n\u00cen ad\u00e2ncimi de g\u00e2nd cu pa\u015fi bizari,
\nC\u0103-n timp ce ea se-anim\u0103, tu apari
\nCel \u00eempietrit de for\u0163a statutar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Rodin \u015fi Phidias au reu\u015fit
\nS\u0103 pun\u0103 form\u0103 vie-n chip cioplit
\nReedit\u00e2nd cere\u015ftile minuni:<\/p>\n

C\u0103 au f\u0103cut din piatr\u0103 s\u0103 rezulte
\nPrin oglindire-n trei dimensiuni
\nCe Dumnezeu crease \u00een mai multe.<\/p>\n


\n REGRET<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu pot s\u0103 spun c\u0103-mi place stilul gotic.
\nPrea e eminamente neartistic:
\nUr\u00e2t cu tot involtul s\u0103u stilistic,
\nPrea mig\u0103lit \u015fi-nzorzonat haotic.<\/p>\n

\u00cen el, un Dumnezeu tron\u00e2nd despotic,
\nTe face neajutorat statistic,
\nPrea e cov\u00e2r\u015fitor prin fastul mistic,
\n Prea e prezent, fantastic \u015fi hipnotic.<\/p>\n

Al\u0103turi, capitelul de Corinth
\nCu frunze, melci, e lapidar, succint
\nPe l\u00e2ng\u0103-ntreg tonajul de migal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Rena\u015fterea, cu-ntreaga ei armat\u0103
\nN-a reu\u015fit nici ast\u0103zi s\u0103 ne scoat\u0103
\nDin inestetica medieval\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nANTITEZE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai port \u00een buzunar copil\u0103rie,
\nDe-acelea\u015fi n\u0103zuin\u0163e am\u0103git,
\nDar sacul anilor m-a g\u00e2rbovit,
\nSimt \u00een genunchi povara lor t\u00e2rzie.<\/p>\n

Ca-n tinere\u0163e, cu elan plutit
\nM\u0103-nv\u0103lui somptuos \u00een poezie,
\nDar azi o mig\u0103lesc cu str\u0103\u015fnicie
\nStric\u00e2nd \u015fi-uit\u00e2nd de unde am pornit.<\/p>\n

M\u0103-ndeamn\u0103 adolescentin av\u00e2ntul,
\nDe-abia s-ating, piciorul cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul,
\nNu invers, ame\u0163it de zbor \u015fi ritm! <\/p>\n

Dar anii m-au obi\u015fnuit cu sportul
\nS\u0103-ncerc s\u0103 minimalizez efortul,
\nDe parc\u0103-l decuplez prin logaritm!<\/p>\n


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

Sunt dimine\u0163i c\u00e2nd niciun val nu-ncearc\u0103
\nS\u0103 mi\u015fte fa\u0163a apei de pe chei!
\n\u00centreag\u0103-n toat\u0103 nemi\u015fcarea ei,
\nSe dedubleaz\u0103 prin reflex, o barc\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei totu\u015fi miriade de sc\u00e2ntei,
\nSub aburul ce aerul \u00eencarc\u0103
\nDe-as\u2019noapte poart\u0103-n limpezime parc\u0103
\n\u015ei stele, \u015fi sclipitul lor polei!<\/p>\n

Un pesc\u0103ru\u015f v\u00e2slind prudent, \u00een zbor
\nA contenit semnalul s\u0103u sonor:
\n\u00cel cople\u015fe\u015fte \u015fi pe el vr\u0103jita<\/p>\n

Secund\u0103 c\u00e2nd se na\u015fte-ncet din mare,
\nDrap\u00e2ndu-se \u00een razele solare,
\nZei\u0163a frumuse\u0163ii, Aphrodita!<\/p>\n


\nPEISAJ SCANDINAV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lac \u015fi p\u0103dure dreapt\u0103, mar\u0163ial\u0103!
\nT\u0103cerea, \u00een solemn\u0103 pietate,
\nDomne\u015fte \u00eenghe\u0163\u00e2nd \u00een fixitate
\n\u00centreaga ei rugin\u0103 vegetal\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t e de neclintit\u0103 \u015fi cum poate
\nT\u0103cerea unanim\u0103 \u015fi egal\u0103,
\nCu toat\u0103 m\u0103re\u0163ia ei regal\u0103,
\nS\u0103-mbrace-n fast at\u00e2ta claritate?<\/p>\n

O adiere a-ncercat s\u0103 treac\u0103-n
\nMetalele din frunze de mesteac\u0103n
\nCe tremur\u0103, – dar tot t\u0103cut \u2013 prin frig.<\/p>\n

Ca peisajul e doar o enorm\u0103
\nH\u00e2rtie de culori ce se transform\u0103
\n\u00cen portativ, la muzica lui Grieg\u2026<\/p>\n


\nCUNOA\u015eTERE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se-apleac\u0103 g\u00e2ndul, salcie pletoas\u0103,
\nSpre virtualit\u0103\u0163i de oglindiri,
\nS\u0103 scoat\u0103, din frunzi\u015f de amintiri,
\nEsen\u0163a vie \u015fi armonioas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Chiar din substan\u0163a uneori v\u00e2scoas\u0103,
\nArome fine, ca din trandafiri,
\nTe-nv\u0103luiesc \u00een norii lor sub\u0163iri
\n\u015ei-n str\u0103luciri perene, de m\u0103tas\u0103!<\/p>\n

A\u015fa a fost de la-nceputuri soarta
\nPe care \u015fi-a croit-o-n lume arta,
\nAproxim\u00e2nd, concret, ce e abstract,<\/p>\n

L\u0103s\u00e2nd pe al\u0163ii s\u0103 despice p\u0103rul,
\nTrudind s\u0103 integreze adev\u0103rul,
\nDin am\u0103nuntul faptului exact.<\/p>\n


\nGR\u0102DINI SUSPENDATE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai port \u00een mine germenii de vise
\nDe\u015fi m-am g\u00e2rbovit \u00een resemnare,
\nDar clipe de involt\u0103-naripare
\n\u00cenal\u0163\u0103 suspendate paradise.<\/p>\n

Ca \u00een Ninive, rampe urc\u0103toare
\nM\u0103 poart\u0103-n \u00een\u0103l\u0163imi albastre \u015fi se
\nAv\u00e2nt\u0103-n peisaje imprecise
\n\u015ei-n volbur\u0103ri de abur plutitoare.<\/p>\n

Gr\u0103dini cu flori de g\u00e2nduri, la tot pasul
\nCu vorbe de culori \u00ee\u015fi \u0163in taifasul
\nPe-oriunde fermecat \u00eentorc privirea.<\/p>\n

C\u0103 doar gr\u0103dinile de frumuse\u0163e
\nSunt \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een m\u0103sur\u0103 s\u0103 ne-nve\u0163e
\nSecunda ce cl\u0103de\u015fte nemurirea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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