{"id":20582,"date":"2023-03-12T22:13:37","date_gmt":"2023-03-12T19:13:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20582"},"modified":"2023-03-12T22:13:37","modified_gmt":"2023-03-12T19:13:37","slug":"literadura-nr-27-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20582","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 27 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Isabel MIGUEL<\/strong>
\n\"\"

(Soria, Spania) poet\u0103 \u0219i traduc\u0103toare, membru \u00een consiliul editorial al Editurii Latura, coordoneaz\u0103 colec\u021bia de poezie Alcalima. A publicat trei c\u0103r\u021bi, iar poemele sale au fost traduse \u0219i publicate \u00een numeroase reviste \u0219i antologii din sfera na\u021bional\u0103 \u0219i interna\u021bional\u0103 \u0219i au fost traduse \u00een limbile francez\u0103, englez\u0103, bulgar\u0103, italian\u0103, rom\u00e2n\u0103, galician\u0103, catalan\u0103, portuguez\u0103 \u0219i arab\u0103.<\/p>\n

Traducere \u0219i prezentare: Elisabeta Bo\u021ban<\/strong><\/p>\n

***
\nTimpul \u00eentinere\u0219te cu timpul.
\nTrecerea lui nu mai e lent\u0103
\na\u0219a cum fusese \u00een copil\u0103rie.
\nTr\u0103ie\u0219te.
\n\u0218i o face \u00eentr-at\u00e2t
\nc\u0103 orele sunt mai pu\u021bin ore,
\nzilele sunt mai pu\u021bin zile
\n\u0219i anii, mai mul\u021bi ani.
\nCeea ce \u00eenainte mi se aduna,
\nacum mi scade.
\nO st\u0103ruin\u021b\u0103 nes\u0103\u021bioas\u0103
\ncare c\u00e2nd sf\u00e2r\u0219e\u0219te m\u0103 pierde.<\/p>\n


\nEl<\/strong><\/p>\n

El se leag\u0103n\u0103 \u00een forma z\u00e2mbetului,
\n\u00een lumina c\u00e2rligului contra apei
\nrisipind via\u021ba \u00een fa\u021ba timpului.<\/p>\n

Pe-atunci nu \u00een\u021belegeam versul ce-i ie\u0219ea din gur\u0103
\nnici m\u00e2na lui care-mi lipsea.<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un murmur orb,
\npere\u021bii \u00eei solicit\u0103 prezen\u021ba.<\/p>\n


\nEa<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ea bag\u0103 a\u021ba \u00een ac
\ndescos\u00e2ndu-\u0219i ochii cu acul
\n\u0219i radioul topindu-se pe p\u00e2nz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Noi, pur\u0103 joac\u0103,
\njupuim strada,
\np\u0103str\u00e2nd pielea pentru ziua de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

Timpul meu niciodat\u0103 n-a fost mai gr\u0103bit.<\/p>\n


\nGor\u00e9e<\/strong><\/p>\n

Gor\u00e9e e nenorocirea
\npietrele \u0219i plantele
\nr\u0103sp\u00e2ndesc durerea care le-a fost dat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Peretele \u0219i frunza
\n\u00ee\u021bi scuip\u0103 pe chip
\npl\u00e2nsul lor sufocat.<\/p>\n

O veche suferin\u021b\u0103
\nplute\u0219te \u00een aer
\n\u0219i se respir\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nCalumet*<\/strong><\/p>\n

La ceasul pl\u0103gii,
\nal r\u0103nii vorace ce cre\u0219te
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la atingerea vertijului,
\ntot zidul ce se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103, toat\u0103 moartea,
\ntoat\u0103 nedreptatea fanatismului,
\nne trec prin piele
\n\u0219i pl\u0103smuiesc un abis glaciar
\n\u00een care s\u0103 ne scufund\u0103m.<\/p>\n

Suntem mai mul\u021bi cei ce iubim, m\u0103 repet.<\/p>\n

Suntem mai mul\u021bi \u0219i trebuie
\ns\u0103 tragem din pipa aceasta,
\ns\u0103 ne pierdem \u00een fum
\n\u0219i s\u0103 aprindem \u00een aer
\ncocorii de h\u00e2rtie \u0219i porumbeii.<\/p>\n

*Termenul calumet este de origine francez\u0103, \u0219i a fost dat de europeni pentru a defini acele pipe sfinte pe care le fumau popoarele indigene din America de Nord, mai ales popoarele algonquine din Marile C\u00e2mpii \u0219i din sud-estul Americii de Nord.<\/p>\n


\nIoan Vintil\u0103 FINTI\u0218<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poemul spart<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe\u0219ti\u0219or negru
\n\u00cen odaie
\nvaluri la pian.
\n*<\/p>\n

Lac f\u0103r\u0103 timp.
\nPatinoar de vise,
\n\u00eentre lum\u00e2n\u0103ri.
\n*<\/p>\n

S-a spart poemul.
\nDeasupra c\u0103r\u021bi
\nte v\u0103d plutind.
\n*<\/p>\n

Lacrimi \u0219i magi
\nPe morminte lumina.
\nEste amiaz\u0103
\n\u00een violoncele.
\n*<\/p>\n

Un om urc\u0103 muntele.
\nO clip\u0103 doar
\n\u0219i \u00eencepe s\u0103 ning\u0103.
\n*<\/p>\n

Cer \u00eenchis \u00een clopote.
\nLacrimi \u0219i magi
\npe malul r\u00e2ului.<\/p>\n

Timp muzical
\nCoridor alb.
\nTotul numai spirit-
\ntimp muzical.
\n*<\/p>\n

Lupoaica
\nmu\u0219c\u0103 z\u0103pada.
\nAzi sunt fericit.
\n*<\/p>\n

Nori \u00eentin\u0219i pe z\u0103pad\u0103.
\nEu \u0219i cu tine
\nPe catargul spart.
\n*<\/p>\n

Umbr\u0103 de lotu\u0219i
\nPulbere \u0219i rug\u0103.
\nCopacii pl\u00e2ng
\ncr\u00eengurile.
\n*<\/p>\n

Verbele
\n\u00ee\u0219i aprind felinarele.
\nC\u00e2ini l\u0103tr\u00e2nd pe maidane.
\n*<\/p>\n

Ochii tresar.
\n\u00cen ad\u00e2ncuri
\numbr\u0103 de lotu\u0219i.
\nPulbere de stea<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 \u00een gr\u0103dini
\ncu pulbere de stea.
\nCerul se retrage.
\n*<\/p>\n

S\u0103lciile au asurzit.
\nCopil\u0103ria
\nse \u021bese \u00een p\u0103ianjeni.
\n*<\/p>\n

Rug\u0103ciune \u0219i via\u021b\u0103.
\nO povar\u0103 pe care
\n\u00eenc\u0103 o mai port.<\/p>\n


\nSonata pentru pian<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sc\u00e2ntei pe maluri,
\nvrafuri de slove pe cer.
\nNoaptea de Cr\u0103ciun.
\n*<\/p>\n

Sonata pentru pian
\n\u0219i arbori.
\nAzi, am v\u0103zut \u00eengerii.
\n*<\/p>\n

Pl\u00e2nge un verb,
\npentru c\u0103 nu se vede
\nmarginea iubirii.<\/p>\n


\nLumina risipitoare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Drumeagurile
\n\u0219erpuiesc p\u0103duri
\nSur\u00e2sul copil\u0103riei.
\n*<\/p>\n

Copacul,
\n\u00een c\u0103dere viseaz\u0103,
\ncuibul mierlei.
\n*
\nLumin\u0103 risipitoare.
\nSe na\u0219te
\niarna fiului.<\/p>\n


\nRodul iubirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u00e2na cer\u0219etorului,
\ntope\u0219te
\nrodul iubirii.
\n*
\nCitim cartea.
\nUmbra luminii
\no \u00eenchide \u00een sine
\n*
\nNisipul nu exist\u0103
\n\u00cen palmele scrisului,
\npiramida.<\/p>\n


\nMircea TECULESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Premiul special la concursul \u201ePremiile revistei Literadura\u201d, edi\u021bia a III-a 2022<\/p>\n

Do you remember?<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2teodat\u0103,
\n\u00een zi de prim\u0103var\u0103,
\nse f\u0103cea tare frig;<\/p>\n

mai ap\u0103rea \u0219i c\u00e2te un fulg
\niar \u021bie \u00ee\u021bi r\u0103s\u0103reau pe obraji
\nforme de flori;<\/p>\n

cu s\u0103ruturi
\neu le acopeream atunci,
\ncu nespus de multe s\u0103ruturi,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu \u00eenghe\u021be;<\/p>\n


\nVremea cea bun\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Aripile avioanelor
\nstr\u0103luceau,
\ntr\u0103g\u00e2nd norii;<\/p>\n

se preg\u0103tea vremea cea bun\u0103
\npentru s\u0103dit p\u0103s\u0103ri
\ndin care s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 florile
\nzbur\u0103toare, acele
\nflori care ofteaz\u0103 u\u0219or
\nori de c\u00e2te ori
\nli se deschid mugurii, \u00een cer,<\/p>\n

ca ni\u0219te ochi curio\u0219i
\nde copiii,
\nafla\u021bi \u00een avion, prima oar\u0103;<\/p>\n


\nCulori <\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u0219a cum ochiul
\nfrunz\u0103 este,
\nc\u00e2nd verde \u021bi se arat\u0103
\n\u021bie,
\nnorocosului ajuns \u00een p\u0103durea
\nunde se poate afla
\nsecretul \u00eenvierii din mor\u021bi
\nal copacilor,
\ndac\u0103 iube\u0219ti rug\u0103ciunea;<\/p>\n

a\u0219a cum ochiul
\npe\u0219te este,
\nt\u0103cut \u0219i lunec\u0103tor
\nprintr-o ap\u0103 ce cur\u0103\u021b\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd clipe\u0219te semnaliz\u00e2nd albastru,
\npentru a apropia cerul
\nf\u0103r\u0103 de care nu po\u021bi exista
\ntu,
\nbiata form\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 aripi;<\/p>\n

a\u0219a cum ochiul
\nstea este,
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u00e2ndu-se \u021bie str\u0103lucitor,
\ncu lacrimile uscate,
\nspre a te convinge
\nprin lumina \u021bintit\u0103 spre inima-\u021bi,
\nmai curat\u0103 dec\u00e2t raza soarelui,
\nde ad\u00e2ncimea ascuns\u0103
\n\u00een nop\u021bile senine;<\/p>\n

a\u0219a irisul –
\nverdele, albastrul, negrul,
\ndin ascunsa lume a \u0219evaletelor;<\/p>\n


\nOvidiu Cristian DINIC\u0102<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Blocul Insomniac<\/strong><\/p>\n

iarb\u0103 aruncat\u0103 \u00een sus cu verdele la timpul prezent
\nscheletul de fier p\u0103ze\u0219te intrarea blocului precum un paznic ce-\u0219i rotunje\u0219te
\nmusta\u021ba la ultimul fum de \u021bigar\u0103
\ndin cenu\u0219\u0103 ren\u0103scut
\nblocul vechi \u00ee\u0219i schimb\u0103 straiul
\ncu polistiren expandat pentru nop\u021bi insomniace
\nca \u00eentr-un joc de copii
\nse va \u00eenchide copil\u0103ria \u00een nisip
\nblocul ascunde tr\u0103s\u0103turi umane \u00eentre ziduri tencuite cu palmele ude
\nde fiin\u021be cobor\u00e2te dintr-un alt univers, sunt salahorii speran\u021bei,
\n\u0219enile albastre str\u00e2ng \u00een bra\u021be pere\u021bii s\u0103 nu r\u0103sufle timpul,
\nla fiecare etaj lini\u0219tea este spart\u0103, forfecat\u0103 cu migal\u0103
\n\u00een culori vesele ucenicii duc cu ei z\u00e2mbetul sacrificat,
\ncutiile po\u0219tale p\u0103r\u0103site de noroc au plecat s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 toaleta \u00een gr\u0103dina public\u0103
\neste plin\u0103 de moloz c\u0103rarea ruginit\u0103 \u00een frunzele toamnei
\nblocul nu se pred\u0103, nu pl\u00e2nge \u00een chingi de schel\u0103 str\u00e2ns
\nca un uria\u0219 vegheat de vulturi rezist\u0103,
\nmaleabil, sociabil cu glezne de beton armat
\n\u0219i c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 asemeni unor perechi de urechi ascult\u0103
\ncuvinte r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ite \u00een ploaie,
\naici straturi de via\u021b\u0103 miros a parafin\u0103 \u0219i conservan\u021bi,
\ndomni\u0219oara de la etajul doi prime\u0219te s\u0103ruturi pe re\u021bet\u0103,
\nla pr\u00e2nz avorteaz\u0103 cerul,
\nseara preg\u0103te\u0219te a\u0219ternuturi noi pentru o noapte de dragoste
\n\u00een camera mea \u00eentunericul \u00eenlocuie\u0219te lumina unui z\u00e2mbet cu lacrimile uscate ale vremii
\nzugr\u0103vit\u0103 pe vertical\u0103,
\nseara veioza adun\u0103 respira\u021bia g\u00e2ndurilor for\u021bate s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103
\nca o gr\u0103din\u0103 r\u0103mas\u0103 \u00een z\u0103pada timpurie,
\nvecinul meu de apartament cre\u0219te lupi,
\nduminica \u00eei scoate \u00een ograd\u0103,
\nse aud zgomote ca \u00eentr-o p\u0103dure
\nsf\u00e2\u0219iat\u0103 de fulgere,
\ncerul se arunc\u0103 pe br\u00e2nci,
\nde la geam v\u0103d pa\u0219ii templierilor
\npe ziduri c\u0103l\u0103rind umbra,
\numbl\u0103 cu capul descul\u021b s\u0103 adauge t\u0103cerea soarelui,
\ncalc\u0103 pe raze ca \u00eentr-o sal\u0103 de bal cu candelabre
\nce vars\u0103 lumina domol pe epole\u021bii lor de argint,
\nle d\u0103 putere s\u0103 urce \u00een istorii s\u0103r\u0103cia
\nnu au leac pentru ea, povestea lor de iubire
\neste scris\u0103 de un Dumnezeu aspru,
\npe acoperi\u0219ul devenit trambulin\u0103 poe\u021bii sinuciga\u0219i pl\u0103tesc \u00een avans
\ncu versuri dintr-un alt veac, saltul \u00een gol.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Isabel MIGUEL (Soria, Spania) poet\u0103 \u0219i traduc\u0103toare, membru \u00een consiliul editorial al Editurii Latura, coordoneaz\u0103 colec\u021bia de poezie Alcalima. A<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":20509,"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":[7,329],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20582"}],"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\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20582"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20585,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20582\/revisions\/20585"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/20509"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20582"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20582"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}