{"id":20565,"date":"2023-03-10T13:56:37","date_gmt":"2023-03-10T10:56:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20565"},"modified":"2023-03-10T13:56:37","modified_gmt":"2023-03-10T10:56:37","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-21-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20565","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 21 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

La aniversar\u0103<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Ion CRISTOFOR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Limba lupilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 nu am uitat
\nlimba lupilor.<\/p>\n

Frate de s\u00e2nge cu Romulus \u015fi Remus
\nam r\u0103t\u0103cit pe plajele lumii
\ncu haimanale \u015fi t\u00e2rfe
\ncu \u00een\u0163elep\u0163ii \u015fi nebunii.<\/p>\n

Retras\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cerea nop\u0163ii
\numbra mea pe z\u0103pad\u0103
\nurl\u0103 din r\u0103sputeri
\n\u00een urechea de piatr\u0103 a lunii.<\/p>\n


\nP\u0103s\u0103rile <\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetei Antonia-Maria Massanet<\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rile se al\u0103tur\u0103 rug\u0103ciunilor tale
\n\u00een lumina stins\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd aurul zilei se mut\u0103
\nde pe frunze \u015fi arbori
\n\u00een inimi.<\/p>\n

Noaptea c\u00e2nd b\u0103tr\u00e2nii se preg\u0103tesc
\ns\u0103 intre \u00een apele ad\u00e2nci ale somnului
\np\u0103s\u0103rile nu c\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doar pietrele din r\u00e2u
\nrochia \u015fi pulpele tale lucind pe teras\u0103
\n\u015fi greierii insomniaci
\nmai desc\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nExilat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Exilat din memoria cuvintelor
\nalungat, f\u0103r\u0103 \u0163ar\u0103
\npor\u0163i cu tine doar cununa de spini,
\ncoroana de lauri a hulei lor. <\/p>\n

Blestem\u00e2nd amarnica soart\u0103
\na \u0163\u0103rilor ce-\u015fi amaneteaz\u0103 demnitatea propriilor fii
\na\u0163ipe\u015fti cu capul pe bolovanul de aur
\npentru care s-au ucis fra\u0163ii t\u0103i.<\/p>\n

Ca v\u00e2n\u0103torul obosit
\ncu m\u00e2inile proasp\u0103t sp\u0103late de s\u00e2nge
\nadormind seara
\ncu capul pe blana ro\u015fcat\u0103 a vulpii.<\/p>\n


\nLectur\u0103 public\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum c\u00e2teva zile
\nam fost invitat la o \u00eent\u00e2lnire cu cititorii
\nla casa de cultur\u0103 din cartier.<\/p>\n

O sut\u0103 de oameni optzeci de ochi
\n\u00een jur de \u015faptezeci de urechi.<\/p>\n

Le-am citit c\u00e2teva poezii despre moarte
\nm-au aplaudat politico\u015fi
\nla sf\u00e2r\u015fit m-au \u00eentrebat c\u00e2t c\u00e2\u015ftig
\npe poeziile astea at\u00e2ta de triste.<\/p>\n

N-am \u015ftiut prea bine ce s\u0103 le r\u0103spund
\nla st\u00e2njeneala mea unul din public mi-a spus c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00een\u0163elege
\nfiindc\u0103 \u00een zilele noastre
\nguvernul a ajuns s\u0103 impoziteze
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi moartea. <\/p>\n


\nUneori triste\u0163ea<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uneori triste\u0163ea se mut\u0103 din spa\u0163iul trupului meu
\nde om obosit
\n\u00een trupul prelung al unui t\u00e2n\u0103r ogar
\nsub pielea de tob\u0103 a unui c\u00e2ine
\nce latr\u0103 \u015fi url\u0103 \u00eengrozitor.<\/p>\n

\u015ei latr\u0103 \u015fi url\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 se face sear\u0103
\nscheaun\u0103 cu o voce de om
\nc\u00e2inele \u0103sta \u00eengrozitor.<\/p>\n

Dumnezeu se spal\u0103 pe m\u00e2ini
\n\u00eentr-un ocean de s\u00e2nge
\n\u00een iezerul din cr\u0103p\u0103tura unui nor.<\/p>\n


\nMoartea \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 s\u0103la\u015f<\/strong><\/p>\n

F\u0103tul din p\u00e2ntecul femeii oarbe vede
\nceea ce noi tot mai \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ni\u0163i
\ntot mai sc\u00e2rbi\u0163i
\nnu mai z\u0103rim
\nnu mai vedem nimic
\n\u00een fa\u0163a noastr\u0103
\ne doar o cea\u0163\u0103 tot mai compact\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva \u00een fa\u0163a noastr\u0103 era un spital o gr\u0103dini\u0163\u0103 o sinagog\u0103-n ruin\u0103
\naici locuia o femeie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 cu c\u00e2\u0163iva copii
\nacolo c\u00e2ndva ne imaginam c\u0103 suntem al\u0163i oameni
\nmai boga\u0163i \u015fi mai ferici\u0163i
\n\u015fi culmea deveneam peste noapte
\ncu totul al\u0163i oameni
\nmult mai boga\u0163i \u015fi mai ferici\u0163i.<\/p>\n

Acolo cineva m\u00e2na stelele pe deasupra capetelor noastre
\namurgul se retr\u0103gea bl\u00e2nd \u00een poezia unui poet simbolist
\n\u015fi umbrele invadau peste ora\u015f ne intrau \u00een celule
\nsub o poart\u0103 pe care era r\u0103stignit un palid Crist
\naleluia aleluia c\u00e2nta un cor de copii de la \u015fcoala de orbi.<\/p>\n

Aici moartea \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 s\u0103la\u015f \u00eentr-o silab\u0103 \u00eentr-un p\u00e2ntec
\nmai orbi dec\u00e2t orbii \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu exod
\nne vom retrage din nou \u00een burta unui chit a unui c\u00e2ntec.<\/p>\n


\nPoetul c\u0103l\u0103tore\u015fte pe un cartof<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu u\u015furin\u0163a cu care unii \u00ee\u015fi iau elicopterul personal
\npoetul c\u0103l\u0103tore\u015fte p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een satul lui c\u0103lare pe un cartof<\/p>\n

El doar \u00eenchide ochii \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencruci\u015feaz\u0103 m\u00e2inile
\n\u015fi dintr-o simpl\u0103 mi\u015fcare poetul salt\u0103 pe cartoful cel magic
\n\u015fi iat\u0103-l \u00een c\u00e2teva clipe ateriz\u00e2nd \u00een b\u0103t\u0103tura casei lui p\u0103rinte\u015fti<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103 de ce bietul om e invidiat mereu
\nvecinii \u015foptesc c\u0103 ar \u00eenv\u00e2rti treburi c\u00e2t se poate de dubioase
\nnu se \u015ftie din ce tr\u0103ie\u015fte parazitul \u0103sta
\npoate vinde droguri sau se ocup\u0103 cu vr\u0103jitoria<\/p>\n

Luat la rost despre venituri de c\u0103tre mai marii fiscului
\ndomnul poet s-a mul\u0163umit s\u0103 r\u0103spund\u0103 \u00een doi peri
\nc\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u015fte de pe urma cuvintelor
\nc\u0103 ar pl\u0103ti impozite pentru ce scoate din v\u00e2rful degetelor<\/p>\n

Trufa\u015f a afirmat chiar \u00eentr-un cerc de prieteni
\nc\u0103 lumea ar fi \u00een criz\u0103 c\u00e2nd cuvintele lui intr\u0103 \u00een criz\u0103
\nc\u0103-n \u0163ar\u0103 ar fi c\u00e2teva lipitori mai nes\u0103tule dec\u00e2t versurile lui
\n\u015foptea ceva \u015fi despre o maimu\u0163\u0103 portocalie ad\u0103postit\u0103 \u00een garsoniera sa
\n\u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit enormit\u0103\u0163i \u015fi nimicuri tipice filosofilor<\/p>\n

Din fericire domnul prim-ministru a anun\u0163at recent
\ntaxe suplimentare pentru versurile insului \u0103sta dubios
\ncu at\u00e2t mai mult cu c\u00e2t nu pl\u0103te\u015fte impozite
\npentru mijlocul s\u0103u predilect de locomo\u0163ie
\niar cartoful a devenit \u00een zilele noastre un obiect de lux<\/p>\n


\nLILIANA RUS<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ca o p\u00e2rtie luminoas\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce m-ar putea ap\u0103ra de mu\u015fc\u0103tura rece
\n a propriului meu creier?
\nBufnitura lemnului ud peste genunchi,
\n\u00eenchipuirea balerinei la trezirea din somn,
\n\u00eentotdeauna cu haine de clovn,
\nimagin\u00e2nd zborul \u00een v\u00e2rful degetelor,
\ncu aripile \u00eenghe\u0163ate.
\nG\u00e2ndul la drum, apoi bucuria se tope\u015fte, ustur\u0103,
\n\u015fi alte ecouri m\u0103 \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 c\u0103 fiecare m\u00e2ine se face ieri.
\nG\u00e2ndul, ca s\u00e2mburele de cais\u0103 uitat \u00eentr-o pung\u0103,
\nmai somnoros dec\u00e2t \u00eenfr\u00e2ngerea.
\nIat\u0103-m\u0103 schimb\u00e2nd direc\u0163ia,
\npref\u0103c\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 curajoas\u0103 \u015fi liber\u0103,
\nimagin\u00e2nd c\u0103 sunt doar o pas\u0103re
\ncare doarme pe o p\u00e2rtie luminoas\u0103.
\nNimic nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne nepedepsit:
\n,,-ai m\u00e2ini frumoase\u2019\u2019- \u00eemi spunea un b\u0103rbat
\n\u015fi o cea\u0163\u0103 fin\u0103 urca \u00een g\u00e2t.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-mi strige numele,
\ns\u0103 nu-mi sparg\u0103 bucuria de midinet\u0103,
\ns\u0103 nu lase urme,
\ns\u0103-mi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 vara ca o p\u00e2rtie luminoas\u0103
\ndincolo de care nu mai \u00eencape nimic.<\/p>\n


\nAlb pe alb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu mai \u015ftiu nimic de ea…
\nEra mereu la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103,
\ncu cerul de prim\u0103var\u0103 cobor\u00e2t deasupra umerilor,
\n\u00een ochiuri largi de mohair.
\nAlb pe alb o fi pasul ei senin
\n\u00een locul acela \u00een care nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 exist\u0103
\niarb\u0103 \u015fi frunze…
\nPrim\u0103vara i s-a retras sub o lamp\u0103 mare,
\n\u00eentr-o \u00eenc\u0103pere \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103.
\nSmulg panglica neagr\u0103 de pe aprilie
\n\u015fi m\u0103 rog, ne\u00eensemnat\u0103 \u015fi recunosc\u0103toare,
\ns\u0103 o z\u0103resc \u00eentr-un rest de vis.
\n\u015ei ea apare, adev\u0103rat\u0103, \u00een imprimeuri cu rodii,
\nca o dogoare de incendiu pe o p\u0103\u015fune.
\n\u015ei ploaia n-o ud\u0103 \u00een medalionul de aur…<\/p>\n

Eu \u2013 l\u00e2ng\u0103 frigul sub\u0163ire \u2013
\na\u015ftept\u00e2nd o rochie de \u00eenger pe umeri,
\n\u00een ochiuri largi de mohair.<\/p>\n

Ochii de sub ghea\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

Prea coapte melancoliile mele
\ncu izul lor de fructe zb\u00e2rcite,
\n la sf\u00e2r\u015fit de iarn\u0103…
\nMil\u0103 pentru copilul care m\u0103 prive\u015fte prin geam,
\nca un ochi de pe\u015fte sub ghea\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Presar z\u0103pad\u0103 peste vocea mea t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u2013
\no tob\u0103 \u00een care bat cu picioarele
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd firul de c\u00e2ntec pip\u0103ie \u00eentunericul.
\nIat\u0103 n\u0103vodul lui de m\u0103tase
\nfa\u0163\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 cu cearc\u0103nul meu de uimire!
\n\u00cencercarea de-a r\u00e2de c\u0103tre soarele alb \u2013
\nun galop mic \u00eentr-o colivie de cenu\u015f\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vocea mea de azi, cu bot alb de vulpe polar\u0103,
\ncu fl\u0103c\u0103ruie ca mijlocul de amiaz\u0103
\nnetulburat de ninsoare…<\/p>\n

Vocea mea at\u00e2t de rar smuls\u0103 din nemi\u015fcare \u2013
\nun clipocit… o pr\u0103bu\u015fire sub ghea\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nM\u0103rturisire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftiu de unde ai venit, profesore,
\n\u00een curtea verde, printre tipsii de c\u0103p\u015funi,
\nsolemn ca un soldat \u00een permisie.
\nAm \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een n\u0103ri mirosul frunzelor de dud,
\naerul cald \u015fi greu plutind ca o corabie
\n deasupra p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.
\nNu te-am privit niciodat\u0103, profesore,
\nerai, poate, ulmul cel alb plin de p\u0103s\u0103ri,
\ncu pleoape n\u0103moloase de somn,
\nori r\u00e2sul ca ploaia cea nou\u0103…
\nAmintirea unui b\u0103rbat ap\u0103r\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de ochiul str\u0103in
\n\u015fi sentimentul romantic c\u0103 paznicul farului exist\u0103,
\nc\u0103 el simte lini\u015ftea care-mi umple mintea,
\n\u00eencremenirea ca din alt timp,
\ncu flori de august, cu d\u00e2re de polen str\u0103lucitoare
\n ca praful de scoic\u0103.
\nDau t\u00e2rcoale acelei zile, profesore,
\ncu o emo\u0163ie trezit\u0103 de un singur tic\u0103it de ceas,
\np\u00e2ndind febril, ca un copil, pulsa\u0163ia farului
\n \u015fi o mare t\u0103cere peste c\u00e2mpuri…
\n\u0102sta-i locul \u00een care am ajuns, profesore,
\nc\u0103l\u0103torind ca o pas\u0103re migratoare pe curen\u0163ii t\u0103i calzi…
\nSub un cort de batist curg concerte de jazz,
\ngroase ca triste\u0163ea, profesore,
\no melodie metalic\u0103, arcuit\u0103, mirosind a dep\u0103rtare,
\no melodie ca un b\u0103tr\u00e2n cu m\u00e2na \u00eentins\u0103,
\no valiz\u0103 deschis\u0103 \u00een v\u0103zul lumii, m\u0103rturisirea,
\ncu str\u0103lucirea \u015fi nebunia ei
\n\u015fi tot ce trece pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi, profesore,
\nfierbinte \u015fi rece, cu aerul cel mai nep\u0103s\u0103tor,
\nm\u0103rturisirea ca o otrav\u0103 capabil\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eenverzeasc\u0103
\n o zi cu aer t\u0103ios \u015fi ciori \u00een copaci.
\n\u015ei eu, profesore, leb\u0103da \u00een rochie alb\u0103
\nf\u00e2lf\u00e2ind \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00e2ntului,
\nspun\u00e2ndu-mi singur\u0103 aceast\u0103 poveste…
\nO muzic\u0103 de camer\u0103, o fisur\u0103, un orgoliu inofensiv,
\nhalucinant ca luminile unei g\u0103ri…<\/p>\n


\nFlowers, candles, singers…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e dor de cine eram…
\nO mireas\u0103 absent\u0103 pe o strad\u0103 l\u0103turalnic\u0103 \u2013
\nmartorul asimetriilor mele.
\nUn dans cu rupturi, \u00een picioru\u015f de crab,
\ndup\u0103 ce \u00eemi \u0163ineam respira\u0163ia.
\nG\u00e2ndurile mele \u2013 fire sub\u0163iri \u00een do diez
\npreling\u00e2ndu-se pe pardoseal\u0103,
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u015fur\u00e2ndu-se \u00een siesta lor de molie.
\nSufocarea aceea savuroas\u0103, anestezic\u0103
\n a fiec\u0103rei zile iernatice,
\ndup\u0103 ce e\u015fuam \u00een \u00eencercarea de a gr\u0103bi dezghe\u0163ul.
\nR\u0103bdarea trist\u0103 a nebunilor de-a povesti
\n despre calul de lemn.<\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 m\u0103 ve\u0163i cunoa\u015fte vreodat\u0103…
\n\u00cencerca\u0163i t\u0103i\u015ful orelor mele
\n asemenea beznei ce umple casa,
\n\u00eencerca\u0163i s\u0103 v\u0103 potrivi\u0163i anotimpurile
\n \u00eentr-un papuc chinezesc,
\ns\u0103 deschide\u0163i fereastra precum o albin\u0103 de ora\u015f…<\/p>\n

T\u0103lpile mele sun\u0103 ca \u00eentr-un teatru p\u0103r\u0103sit.
\nTrebuia s\u0103 se mai \u00eent\u00e2mple ceva…
\nS\u0103 fi purtat verde, s\u0103 fi \u00eenfulecat, bucat\u0103 cu bucat\u0103,
\n fiecare adiere de v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

O femeie ca un c\u0103\u0163el sub\u0163ire,
\nat\u00e2t de plin\u0103 de propria ei triste\u0163e…<\/p>\n

Flowers, candles, singers,
\n\u00eentr-o ve\u015fnic\u0103, fo\u015fnitoare noapte
\ncu nesf\u00e2r\u015fite arii repet\u00e2ndu-\u015fi m\u0103surile.<\/p>\n

Flowers, candles, singers…
\nJum\u0103tate mireas\u0103, jum\u0103tate z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

La aniversar\u0103 Ion CRISTOFOR Limba lupilor \u00cenc\u0103 nu am uitat limba lupilor. Frate de s\u00e2nge cu Romulus \u015fi Remus am<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20565"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20565"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20565\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20566,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20565\/revisions\/20566"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20565"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20565"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20565"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}