{"id":20243,"date":"2023-01-29T19:30:42","date_gmt":"2023-01-29T16:30:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20243"},"modified":"2023-01-29T19:30:42","modified_gmt":"2023-01-29T16:30:42","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-23-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20243","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 23 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
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Poem sub ceruri deschise <\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au deschis cerurile peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt, peste ape,
\nS-au deschis, azi, iar\u0103\u015fi \u015fi iar\u0103, peste Iordan… <\/p>\n

Pe-aici, printre zidurile ora\u015fului-cetate,
\nSe a\u015fterne z\u0103pada.
\nPrima z\u0103pad\u0103 u\u015foar\u0103, curat\u0103,
\nPe umerii fragezi ai Noului An. <\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103run\u0163esc frumos t\u00e2mplele T\u00e2mpei;
\n\u00cen a\u015fteptare,
\nMuntele viseaz\u0103 cu ochii deschi\u015fi, sub ninsoare…
\nCineva o s\u0103 vin\u0103, pesemne,
\nO s\u0103 vin\u0103, de bun\u0103 seam\u0103,
\nO s\u0103 vin\u0103, s\u0103 \u00eempart\u0103 lumin\u0103, m\u0103car pe \u015foptite,
\n\u00cen tainicul \u00eentuneric al nop\u0163ii de S\u00e2nziene
\nDin vara viitoare. <\/p>\n

Tu \u015ftii ceva despre asta, iubite?<\/p>\n

Sau crezi c\u0103 ne-au n\u0103p\u0103dit, ne-au ascuns
\nAt\u00e2tea r\u00e2nduri-r\u00e2nduri de z\u0103pezi
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t nu te mai aud, \u00eenc\u00e2t nu m\u0103 mai vezi? <\/p>\n

Ci sunt tot pe-aici, torc\u00e2nd pe-ndelete, arnici,
\nDezmierd\u00e2nd spin\u0103ri \u0163epoase de arici,
\nCam tot pe unde m-ai l\u0103sat
\nC\u00e2nd prietenul nostru, soare-r\u0103sare,
\nS-a dus pu\u0163in la culcare
\n\u015ei parc\u0103, pu\u0163in, a sc\u0103p\u0103tat. <\/p>\n

\u00cen lipsa lui,
\nM-am ad\u0103postit, m-am pitit,
\nDe straj\u0103, \u00eentr-un cuv\u00e2nt nerostit,
\n\u00centr-o privire, \u00eentr-o s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u0103,
\n\u00cen ceva
\nCare s\u0103 fie dar de-nt\u00e2mpinare
\nLa \u00eentoarcerea ta. <\/p>\n

Ce-i drept, s-a \u00eennoptat
\n\u015ei ninge bogat, de nici nu mai \u015ftiu! <\/p>\n

Poate c\u0103, \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu,
\nVoi fi r\u0103mas, sub t\u00e2mpla T\u00e2mpei, s\u0103 te-a\u015ftept
\nCa \u00een ecoul unui cuv\u00e2nt r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een pustiu,
\nR\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een lume…
\nS\u0103 te a\u015ftept…
\n\u00cen cuta mic\u0103, din dreapta, din c\u0103ptu\u015feala
\nBuzunarului t\u0103u st\u00e2ng… Acela anume
\nDin dreptul inimii. Acela, anume, de la piept… <\/p>\n

E-at\u00e2ta lini\u015fte acum
\nPrecum la \u00eenceput de iubire,
\nLa \u00eenceput de sfin\u0163ire… <\/p>\n

E-at\u00e2ta lini\u015fte de se aude cum,
\nSerafimul care a fost azi de serviciu,
\nCur\u0103\u0163\u0103, t\u0103cut, undeva,
\nPraful de nea ce i-a atins penele
\nCelei de-a \u015fasea arip\u0103 a sa… <\/p>\n


\nPoemul gerului de care crap\u0103 pietrele <\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a f\u0103cut ger amarnic, ast\u0103-noapte, iubite,
\nDin sufletul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la intrarea \u00een cer.
\nAt\u00e2t de ger, \u00eenc\u00e2t crap\u0103
\nR\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd, inimile de piatr\u0103,
\nInima albastr\u0103,
\nInimile de tinichea. <\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rile v\u0103zduhului, zgribulite,
\nS-au adunat \u00een zori la fereastr\u0103…
\nLe-am dat s\u0103 ciuguleasc\u0103 boabe de gr\u00e2u,
\nAm cules cu privirea c\u00e2\u0163iva fulgi de z\u0103pad\u0103,
\nCa s\u0103 aib\u0103, \u00eenaripatele, ce bea…
\n… Topite lacrimi de nea. <\/p>\n

\u00cen inima mea le-am primit,
\nCuiburi s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eentocmeasc\u0103, s\u0103 stea acolo
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd s-o-mprim\u0103v\u0103ra
\n\u015ei le-o veni vremea
\nS\u0103 c\u00e2nte, \u00een slav\u0103 s\u0103 zboare,
\nM\u00e2ng\u00e2iate de soare. <\/p>\n


\nPoemul ostrovului alb <\/strong><\/p>\n

Frumos a nins ast\u0103-noapte, iubite,
\nPrin luncile trecerii \u015fi ale t\u0103cerii,
\nPeste cercul \u00eenchis al durerii,
\nPeste anemonele cernite,
\nPeste \u015fapte hotare de singur\u0103tate… <\/p>\n

Z\u0103pezi, imponderabile precum lumina,
\nOstrovul alb de l\u00e2ng\u0103 izvoare
\nL-au izb\u0103vit, l-au primenit
\n\u00cen od\u0103jdii argintii, preacurate. <\/p>\n

Lac\u0103te s-au fr\u00e2nt,
\nPor\u0163i s-au deschis, primitoare,
\nSpre lumea-n care s\u0103l\u0103\u015fluie\u015fte de-a pururi
\nPrecum \u00een cer, a\u015fa \u015fi pre p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u00cent\u00e2iul cuv\u00e2nt, visul din vis. <\/p>\n


\nPoem la \u0163\u0103rm de mare <\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubite, c\u00e2t\u0103 tain\u0103-ncape
\n\u00cen glasul ghiocului, sub ape!
\nCe-ad\u00e2nc\u0103 tain\u0103 prins-a chip
\n\u00cen pa\u015fii no\u015ftri pe nisip!
\nCe-mbr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103ri de lumi pierdute
\n\u00cen pl\u00e2nsul s\u0103lciilor mute!
\nCe adorare \u015fi ce chin
\nSub geana cerului senin! <\/p>\n

Ce \u0163\u0103rm, iubite, interzis,
\nNe-arunc\u0103 s\u0103-not\u0103m \u00een vis?
\nCe nedesc\u0103tu\u015fate ploi
\nSe r\u0103zvr\u0103tesc, blajin, \u00een noi?
\nCe noapte-n valuri, netihnit\u0103,
\nVa fi iubire m\u00e2ntuit\u0103?
\nCe \u0163ip\u0103t alb, de pesc\u0103ru\u015f,
\nNe e vioar\u0103 \u015fi arcu\u015f?
\nSub care umbr\u0103 de alun
\nTu spui curat ce \u00eens\u0103mi spun?
\n\u00cen lamura c\u0103rei pove\u015fti
\nEu sunt a\u015fa cum \u00eensu\u0163i e\u015fti? <\/p>\n

\u00cencinge br\u00e2ul de lumin\u0103
\nPeste ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul meu de tin\u0103!
\nFii-mi ultim c\u0103pitan de vas
\nPe arca ce mi-a mai r\u0103mas!
\nFii-mi ultim matelot la prov\u0103,
\n\u00cen cartea mea \u2013 ultima slov\u0103!
\nD\u0103-mi timp liturgic s\u0103 iubesc
\n\u00cen tine duhul cel ceresc!<\/p>\n


\nLadislau Daradici<\/strong><\/p>\n

Virgil Diaconu, un cavaler al vr\u0103biilor
\n\u015fi al florii de cire\u015f<\/strong><\/p>\n

Virgil Diaconu se afl\u0103 printre pu\u0163inii poe\u0163i contemporani care au izbutit s\u0103 \u00eenchege o mitologie poetic\u0103 personal\u0103 necesar\u0103 \u015fi relevant\u0103 pentru spiritualitatea omului modern, derutat \u015fi captiv \u00een propria-i condi\u0163ie, surprins la r\u0103scrucea dintre ideologii \u015fi veacuri. Dincolo de dimensiunea filozofic\u0103 \u015fi social\u0103 a liricii sale, situat\u0103 \u00eentre uman \u015fi divin, \u00eentre firesc \u015fi miraculos, r\u0103m\u00e2ne rostirea empatic\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 de solitudine, purt\u00e2nd dulcea povar\u0103 a unei inconfundabile tandre\u0163i.
\nLa oricare dintre poeme am face referire \u2013 excep\u0163ie f\u0103c\u00e2nd poate doar cele virulent sociale, dac\u0103 avem \u00een vedere volumul SECOL* \u2013 deslu\u015fim o permanent\u0103 ancorare a sufletului omului la cele mai simple \u015fi mai palpabile elemente ale universului din jur. Astfel, aflat \u00eentr-o continu\u0103 aventur\u0103 ini\u0163iatic\u0103, \u201eeroul\u201d lui Diaconu redescoper\u0103, \u00een provoc\u0103rile zilnice ale destinului s\u0103u, ora\u015ful, gr\u0103dina, p\u0103durea \u015fi, bucur\u00e2ndu-se de blagiana \u201ecorol\u0103 de minuni\u201d \u00eent\u00e2lnit\u0103 \u00een cele mai m\u0103runte lucruri, \u00ee\u015fi obloje\u015fte r\u0103nile sufletului.
\nPoemele lui Diaconu sunt secven\u0163e de basm modern \u00een care cavalerul r\u0103t\u0103citor \u2013 \u00een noble\u0163ea spiritului s\u0103u \u2013 exploreaz\u0103 ne\u00eencetat acela\u015fi univers (\u015fi care de fiecare dat\u0103 devine altul), aceast\u0103 poveste real\u0103 \u015fi fantastic\u0103 \u00een acela\u015fi timp nefiind altceva dec\u00e2t propria noastr\u0103 existen\u0163\u0103 reluat\u0103 zi de zi, cu por\u0163ii inegale de bucurie, de duio\u015fie sau de disperare.
\n\u201eModelul\u201d uman al lui Diaconu este cel al omului nesofisticat (\u00een pofida culturii sale), aflat \u00eentr-o continu\u0103 zbatere \u00een a-\u015fi p\u0103stra echilibrul l\u0103untric (lezat de singur\u0103tate, acest \u201ebalaur cu \u015fapte capete\u201d, de dezam\u0103girile lumii reale \u015fi duc\u00e2nd povara acelei \u201etriste\u0163i iremediabile\u201d pe care o parodiase, \u00een urm\u0103 cu un secol, Top\u00e2rceanu). (Re)descoperind miracolul \u015fi simplitatea naturii iar \u015fi iar, poetul \u00ee\u015fi relev\u0103 propriul suflet, \u00eentr-o \u00eencercare aproape instinctiv\u0103 de purificare \u015fi t\u0103m\u0103duire.
\nUniversul pe care-l exploreaz\u0103 \u015fi c\u0103ruia \u00eei deslu\u015fe\u015fte magia este cel comun, familiar:
\n\u201eLa nici o palm\u0103 de mine respir\u0103 minunea.
\nDoamne, cum s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eempart?
\nEu chiar acum va trebui s\u0103 fac o vizit\u0103 narciselor,
\nacestor prin\u0163ese de cartier, care mi-au dat \u00eent\u00e2lnire.\u201d (Occident)
\nElementele definitorii ale acestui spa\u0163iu sunt (al\u0103turi de iarb\u0103, p\u0103dure ori munte) florile \u2013 iasomia, sulfina, narcisele, trandafirii, dar \u015fi florile de cire\u015f, de cais ori de m\u0103ce\u015f, precum \u015fi p\u0103s\u0103rile (dintre care vr\u0103biile au, din start, un statut privilegiat).
\nNu lipsesc, desigur, nici celelalte \u00eenaripate, cum ar fi bufni\u0163ele (\u201eaceste prin\u0163ese ale \u00eentunericului\u201d), co\u0163ofenele (\u201eaceste g\u00e2nduri \u00een alb \u015fi negru\u201d), sturzul (al c\u0103rui lied este \u201esufletul lui Iov, dup\u0103 ce \u015fi-a pierdut fiii\u201d), mierlele ori gai\u0163ele. Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 pomii s\u0103i de suflet, cum ar fi cire\u015fii \u015fi cai\u015fii, arborii prefera\u0163i ai lui Diaconu sunt ulmii \u015fi stejarii, poemele sale fiind \u201e\u00eensufle\u0163ite\u201d \u015fi de o armat\u0103 de alte viet\u0103\u0163i ca \u015fop\u00e2rlele \u015fi c\u00e2rti\u0163ele, o sumedenie de g\u00e2ze minuscule ca licuricii, c\u0103r\u0103bu\u015fii, greierii, furnicile, albinele ori fluturii.
\n\u00cens\u0103 vr\u0103biile sunt onmiprezente: \u00een cartier, prin gr\u0103dinile copil\u0103riei, precum \u015fi \u00een suflet. \u00cen poemele lui Diaconu ele \u00eendeplinesc acela\u015fi rol pe care-l are Sancho Panza al\u0103turi de Don Quijote \u00een lupta cu morile de v\u00e2nt. Sancho fiind un \u0163\u0103ran, vr\u0103biile lui Diaconu nu pot reprezenta dec\u00e2t \u201eclasa muncitoare\u201d \u015fi, la fel cum cavalerul tristei figuri \u00eei promisese scutierului s\u0103u titlul de guvernator peste o insul\u0103, \u201elegiunile de vr\u0103bii\u201d ale lui Diaconu par s\u0103 fi cucerit deja urbea, fiindu-i al\u0103turi \u201est\u0103p\u00e2nului\u201d \u00een eroica sa lupta cu for\u0163ele \u00eentunericului: \u201elegiunile de vr\u0103bii au d\u0103r\u00e2mat deja cu tr\u00e2mbi\u0163ele lor\/ zidurile \u00eentunericului\u201d (Ceasornicul); sau \u201ecu o singur\u0103 vrabie m\u0103 lep\u0103d de \u00eentuneric\/ ca de o hain\u0103 veche…\u201d (Diminea\u0163a)
\nPoetul este un cavaler plecat \u201e\u00een c\u0103utarea pietrei filozofale,\/ a pietrei menite s\u0103 arunce \u00een strad\u0103 triste\u0163ea.\/ Triste\u0163ea care \u00ee\u015fi plimb\u0103 prin mine sicriele\u201d (Piatra filozofal\u0103) \u015fi se autoproclam\u0103 un rege \u201eal morilor\u201d (de v\u00e2nt), st\u0103p\u00e2n cu totul \u201epe \u00eenchipuire\u201d, \u00eens\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103rind un \u201ecal de cenu\u015f\u0103.\u201d (Regele morilor). Deseori, peste lupta sa cu \u00eentunericul se suprapune \u00eencercarea disperat\u0103 de a rezista trecerii timpului (\u201eStrig\u0103tele ceasului dau n\u0103val\u0103 \u00een mine;\/ scr\u00e2\u015fnetul orelor, ale oaselor celor pleca\u0163i\u201d), salvarea venind, miraculos, tot dinspre vr\u0103bii: \u201eCeasul din turn nu mai \u0163ine cont de nimeni \u015fi de nimic\/ de parc\u0103 \u015fi-ar fi pierdut min\u0163ile.\/ Noroc cu vr\u0103biile care trag de pe mine apele somnului.\/ Noroc cu vr\u0103biile care m\u0103 arunc\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2ltoarea zilei.\u201d (Ceasornicul din turn).
\nMicu\u0163ele \u00eenaripate \u00eei vor fi mereu al\u0103turi, dezvelind \u201e\u00een aer c\u0103rarea\/ pe care insula o ascunde printre pietre \u015fi ierburi\u201d ori pur \u015fi simplu ajut\u00e2ndu-l \u00een supravie\u0163uirea cea de toate zilele. Absen\u0163a lor va \u00eensemna iminen\u0163a toamnei, dar \u015fi \u201evenirea ur\u00e2tului\u201d (odat\u0103 cu plecarea \u201eprea devreme\u201d a unui prieten): \u201e\u00cen casa pe care tocmai o ridici\/ \u00ee\u0163i iese \u00eenainte un morm\u00e2nt ne\u015ftiut\/…\/ copacul tocmai este desfrunzit de vr\u0103biile\/ care \u00ee\u015fi iau zborul…\u201d (Ur\u00e2tul)
\nPrin vr\u0103bii, poetul \u00eencearc\u0103 aproape obsesiv s\u0103 refac\u0103 leg\u0103tura ini\u0163ial\u0103 dintre lume \u015fi Dumnezeu, dintre oameni \u015fi divinitate (aceasta fiind o alt\u0103 dominant\u0103 a liricii sale). Sunt aduse la zi vechile \u201etratate\u201d cu aceste p\u0103s\u0103ri, \u201etratate din vremea c\u00e2nd toate locuiau \u00eentr-un cuib:\/ \u00een m\u00e2na Domnului\u201d, poetul b\u0103nuind c\u0103 Dumnezeu este \u015fi cel care \u201e\u00eengroap\u0103 vr\u0103biile \u00een ramuri\/ ca s\u0103 \u00eencol\u0163easc\u0103 la prim\u0103var\u0103…\u201d
\nLa un moment dat, aceste p\u0103s\u0103ri vor umple golul l\u0103sat de o \u00eentreit\u0103 pierdere: cea a copil\u0103riei \u2013 \u201eCopil\u0103ria, desigur, m\u0103 strig\u0103 din cuiburi.\/ Ea \u00eemi pune aripi; ea m\u0103 \u00eembrac\u0103 \u00een vr\u0103bii de sus \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 jos\u201d (P\u0103durea), cea a mamei – \u201eSub strea\u015fina glasului t\u0103u\/ m\u0103 \u00eentorc seara \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, mam\u0103,\/ \u00een gr\u0103dina smintit\u0103 de cire\u015fii \u00eenflori\u0163i \u015fi de vr\u0103bii\u201d (Apari\u0163ii), precum \u015fi cea a iubirii – \u201eSingurele femei care mai vin pe la mine sunt vr\u0103biile…\u201d (Perspectiv\u0103).
\n\u00cen Insul\u0103, aceea\u015fi formul\u0103 a substituirii \u2013 \u00een sugerarea singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii acestui modern \u201ecavaler al tristei figuri\u201d \u2013 este aplicat\u0103 oamenilor (\u201eSingurii oameni care trec pe aici sunt copacii\u201d), \u00eentr-un alt poem, locul femeilor absente fiind umplut, de aceast\u0103 dat\u0103, de florile de cire\u015f: \u201eEu m\u0103 \u00eempart noaptea femeilor mele, florilor de cire\u015f.\/ Luna nebun\u0103 le joac\u0103 pe s\u00e2ni.\u201d
\n\u00cen cele din urm\u0103, poetul va sf\u00e2r\u015fi prin a se identifica tot mai mult cu aceste m\u0103runte f\u0103pturi ale Domnului (\u201eDe la o vreme m\u0103 izbesc tot mai des\/ de geamul prin care se vede p\u0103durea.\/ Ca o vrabie \u2013 de geamul prin care se vede p\u0103durea\u201d), urm\u00e2nd, odat\u0103 cu dispari\u0163ia fizic\u0103 \u2013 \u00een procesul de contopire cu elementele naturii \u2013, continuarea existen\u0163ei spirituale inclusiv prin vr\u0103bii.
\nAceast\u0103 dimensiune este esen\u0163ial\u0103 \u00een poemele lui Diaconu, revenind iar \u015fi iar: \u201eVezi, distan\u0163a dintre mine \u015fi lume e tot mai mic\u0103,\/ a\u015fa \u00eenc\u00e2t, \u00een cur\u00e2nd, s-ar putea s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi \u00een cire\u015fe\/ \u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 auzi \u00een clinchetul vr\u0103biilor…\u201d (Perspectiv\u0103) Sau: \u201eLaudatio Domini a \u00eenceput f\u0103r\u0103 mine,\/ pentru c\u0103 eu tocmai acum m-am g\u0103sit\/ s\u0103 \u00eenfloresc pe toate ramurile cire\u015fului\/ \u015fi s\u0103 vorbesc pe limba vr\u0103biilor…\u201d (Laudatio Domini). Sau, \u00een E\u015fuat pe acest \u0163\u0103rm: \u201eDac\u0103 nu \u00een\u0163elegi ceva, m\u0103 g\u0103se\u015fti printre file,\/ \u00een calicul florii de mac, \u00een ciripitul vr\u0103biilor.\u201d Sau: \u201eDac\u0103 vrei, m\u0103 po\u0163i citi \u00een clinchetul vr\u0103biilor…\u201d (Sufletul), Sau, \u00een Eu sunt poetul: \u201eDoctrina mea este transmuta\u0163ia elementelor,\/ este iubirea: \u00een cur\u00e2nd voi fi c\u00e2ntecul mierlei,\/ \u00een cur\u00e2nd voi fi floarea de cire\u015f\u201d, ca \u00een final contopirea s\u0103 fie general\u0103: \u201eEu nici nu sunt altceva dec\u00e2t o \u00eenv\u0103lm\u0103\u015feal\u0103\/ de g\u00e2ze \u015fi p\u0103s\u0103ri, de \u015fop\u00e2rle \u015fi ierburi…\u201d (Insul\u0103).
\nEste exact ceea ce-\u015fi dorea haiducul sau baciul mioritic de odinioar\u0103 (dar \u015fi orice om simplu din popor), aceast\u0103 fireasc\u0103 revenire, prin moarte, \u00een elementele universului din jur, aceast\u0103 contopire cu iarba, cu arborii, cu p\u0103s\u0103rile at\u00e2t pentru a-\u015fi reg\u0103si lini\u015ftea \u015fi odihna din urm\u0103, c\u00e2t \u015fi pentru a nu perturba mersul firesc al lumii.
\nAcestea sunt doar c\u00e2teva aspecte ale r\u0103t\u0103cirilor acestui cavaler al vr\u0103biilor \u015fi al florii de cire\u015f reg\u0103site \u00een SECOL, \u00een final poetul m\u0103rturisindu-ne, cu modestia \u015fi noble\u0163ea caracteristic\u0103 sufletului s\u0103u: \u201eeu am fost dintotdeauna o scriere cu celule \u015fi nervi,\/ un manuscris \u00een \u00eentunericul lumii. \/ E semn c\u0103 cineva\/ pe aici \u00eenc\u0103 de mult a trecut, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 bat\u0103 la u\u015f\u0103…\u201d (Vizita)
\n\u00cel consider pe Virgil Diaconu un poet modern, inconfundabil, necesar. Dezgustat de toat\u0103 \u201ehaznaua politic\u0103\u201d, de \u201elepra ideologic\u0103\u201d \u015fi \u201elatrina latin\u0103 a patrio\u0163ilor bicamerali\u201d din juru-i (de \u201elipitorile politice\u201d, de \u201elotul na\u0163ional de guvizi\u201d, de \u201ecadavrele\u201d sau \u201escrumbiile electorale\u201d \u015fi a\u015fa mai departe), poetul \u00ee\u015fi propune (\u00een Electoral\u0103) s\u0103-\u015fi fac\u0103 un partid. Este vorba despre \u201epartidul florii de cire\u015f\u201d \u00een care s-a \u00eenscris deja toat\u0103 p\u0103durea \u201e\u015fi dep\u0103rtarea, stea cu stea.\/ \u015ei \u015foapta de dragoste, care deja scrie \u00een mine adev\u0103rate poeme de dragoste…\u201d
\nSe pare c\u0103 \u00eensu\u015fi Dumnezeu, \u201eel, care a fost \u00eentotdeauna independent\/ \u015fi nu s-a amestecat \u00een niciun partid,\/ va fi acum de partea florii de cire\u015f\u201d \u015fi va deveni un veritabil lider spiritual, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u015fi adep\u0163i…
\n\u015ei totul, la sugestia vr\u0103biilor… Al c\u0103ror nobil cavaler nu este altul dec\u00e2t Virgil Diaconu, acest \u201erege al morilor\u201d, poetul care, chiar dac\u0103 e uitat uneori de oameni, e preaiubit de Dumnezeu…<\/p>\n

SECOL<\/em>*, Editura VALMAN, R\u00e2mnicu S\u0103rat, 2011<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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