{"id":20696,"date":"2023-03-23T22:15:18","date_gmt":"2023-03-23T19:15:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20696"},"modified":"2023-03-23T22:15:18","modified_gmt":"2023-03-23T19:15:18","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-20-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20696","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 20 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Marcel Mure\u015feanu<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pe cuvinte date<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe mas\u0103 se afl\u0103 o farfurie
\n\u00een farfurie a\u015fteapt\u0103 o scrisoare
\nvine c\u00e2inele de pe paji\u015fte
\ncu un m\u0103r \u00een gur\u0103
\naprinde lampa
\ncite\u015fte scrisoarea
\ndar lunec\u0103
\n\u015fi pantalonii \u00eei ajung
\n\u00eentr-un copac.<\/p>\n


\nSperietura<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen Soare, \u00een Soare
\na c\u0103zut o furnic\u0103!
\nA c\u0103zut o furnic\u0103 \u00een Soare!
\nVeni\u0163i cu to\u0163ii s\u0103 vede\u0163i
\ncum se zbate
\nmicu\u0163a furnic\u0103!
\nVeni\u0163i, veni\u0163i
\nintrarea e liber\u0103!
\n\u00cen soare se zbate acum
\ncea de pe urm\u0103 furnic\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nLen\u0163a<\/strong><\/p>\n

La doi ani ea se miorl\u0103ia!
\nCe va face la patru?
\nLa patru ani ea se miorl\u0103ia!
\nCe va face la \u015fase?
\nLa \u015fase ani ea se miorl\u0103ia!
\nCe va face la opt?
\nLa opt ani ea se miorl\u0103ia!
\nCe va face la zece?
\nAcum e b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi pe moarte
\n\u015fi a nimerit \u00eentr-un an
\nf\u0103r\u0103 so\u0163.<\/p>\n


\nPendula<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum? C\u00e2nd?
\nCum? C\u00e2nd?
\nCum? C\u00e2nd?
\nC\u00e2nd? Cum?
\nC\u00e2nd? Cum?
\nC\u00e2nd? Cum?
\nCumc\u00e2nd \u2013 cumc\u00e2nd!
\nCumcum \u2013 cumcum!
\nCumcum \u2013 cumcum!
\nCumc\u00e2nd \u2013 cumc\u00e2nd!<\/p>\n


\nLa urm\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt slab.
\nGing\u0103\u015fia cu care
\nDumnezeu \u00eemi ia
\nvia\u0163a
\nnu m\u0103 poate \u00eempiedica
\ns\u0103 urlu!<\/p>\n


\n\u00cenz\u0103pezit \u00een cenu\u015f\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi, p\u00e2n\u0103 la g\u00e2t,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la gur\u0103,
\nse vars\u0103 peste mine urmele mor\u0163ilor
\ndin Crematoriul P\u0103r\u0103sit!
\nCe-a fost de ars a ars,
\nce-a fost de risipit
\nnu s-a risipit \u00eenc\u0103.
\nAcum e p\u00e2n\u0103 mai sus de frunte,
\nnu mai v\u0103d moartea cu ochii,
\nnu mai v\u0103d nimic
\ne o c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 de for\u0163\u0103, \u00eemi zic,
\nam mai trecut eu prin asta
\nm\u0103 las somnului darn nu m\u0103 ia,
\nsufocarea-i pe-aproape
\ndoar gura o mai pot deschide
\n\u00eenghit cenu\u015fa aceea
\n\u015fi stratul ei de deasupra coboar\u0103 \u00eencet
\n\u00een golul din mine
\nochii \u00eencep s\u0103 z\u0103reasc\u0103
\nn\u0103rile s\u0103 se umple de aer
\nea are gustul a toate,
\nca \u015fi c\u00e2nd pe mine m-a\u015f \u00eenghi\u0163i,
\nfericit c\u0103 v\u0103d iar\u0103\u015fi cerul,
\nfericit c\u0103 pot primi mor\u0163ii \u00een mine.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2n acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu
\nc\u00e2nd ultima urn\u0103
\ncade de pe poli\u0163a ei
\n\u015fi-mi strive\u015fte craniul
\nst\u00e2rnind o panic\u0103 trec\u0103toare
\n\u00een cohortele f\u0103r\u0103 cap\u0103t ale atomilor
\n\u00eentor\u015fi la casele lor
\ndin r\u0103zboiul stelar. <\/p>\n


\n\u015eirul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Furnica m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 de la pas\u0103re,
\npas\u0103rea m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 de la dihor,
\ndihorul m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 de la pisic\u0103,
\npisica m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 de la c\u00e2ine,
\nc\u00e2inele m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 de la mine,
\neu m\u0103n\u00e2nc de la Bunul Dumnezeu.
\nTo\u0163i suntem s\u0103tui,
\nto\u0163i avem bur\u0163ile ve\u015fnice.
\nCei de sub furnic\u0103
\ng\u0103tesc m\u00e2ncarea lui Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n


\nA doua zi dup\u0103 o ame\u0163eal\u0103 trec\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prost obicei, frate Bucure, acela al mor\u0163ilor
\nde-a dormi cu ochii deschi\u015fi
\npentru c\u0103 poate chiar atunci
\ntrece pe deasupra un cocost\u00e2rc
\nsau un pesc\u0103ru\u015f asuprit de negur\u0103,
\nori o pot\u00e2rniche orfan\u0103 \u015fi hop cad
\n\u00een sticla ad\u00e2nc\u0103 a ochiului,
\nsupte de sorbul verde al lumii de-apoi!
\nN-au un r\u0103gaz de dumerire,
\nnu pot trimite o s\u0103rutare, un \u0163ip\u0103t
\nde r\u0103mas bun. Prost obicei \u015fi jalnic!
\nAtunci ce-i de f\u0103cut?
\n\u00centr-o sear\u0103 geroas\u0103 st\u0103team
\n\u015fi scriam aceste r\u00e2nduri
\n\u015fi deodat\u0103 s-a repezit la mine o g\u00e2nganie,
\nm-a lovit peste fa\u0163\u0103,
\na p\u0103truns printr-o gaur\u0103 a luminii!
\nAm zdrobit-o cu palma de obrazul meu.
\nMica zbur\u0103toare nu era dec\u00e2t o m\u0103m\u0103ru\u0163\u0103
\ntrezit\u0103 din hibernare,
\n\u00eens\u0103 acum nu mai conta.
\nProst obicei \u015fi acesta: s\u0103 omori
\ntot ce se izbe\u015fte de fa\u0163a ta!
\nAtunci ce-i de f\u0103cut?
\nS\u0103 ne eliber\u0103m de m\u00e2nie, frate Bucure,
\npentru c\u0103, a\u015fa cum zici tu,
\n\u201e\u00een larg se clatin\u0103 p\u00e2nza\u201d! <\/p>\n


\nLEONS BRIEDIS<\/strong>
\n\"\"

CUIBUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pas\u0103rea ce ierneaz\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2ngele meu –
\ndin ce \u00ee\u015fi va face ea cuibul oare?<\/p>\n

Din speran\u0163e, din amintiri, din insomnie?
\nDin ochii mei deschi\u015fi \u00een noaptea t\u00e2rzie?<\/p>\n

Din stelele ce-mi lic\u0103resc la geam de departe?
\nDin zidul sub\u0163ire ce-i \u00eentre via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi moarte?<\/p>\n

Din t\u00e2mplele mistuite-n v\u0103p\u0103i \u015fi \u00een stele?
\nDar poate din fl\u0103c\u0103rile vie\u0163ii mele, din ele…<\/p>\n


\nLOC DE TRAI<\/strong><\/p>\n

De copil visam s\u0103 locuiesc
\npe inelul Saturnului.
\nDe t\u00e2n\u0103r voiam s\u0103 locuiesc
\n\u00een metropol\u0103 ca \u00een centrul lumii.
\nLa maturitate visam s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc
\npe \u0163\u0103rmul m\u0103rii
\n\u00een cea mai absolut\u0103 singur\u0103tate
\n\u015ei doar acum nu mai visez la nimic,
\nc\u0103ci tr\u0103iesc cu toate visele mele \u00een lini\u015fte \u015fi pace.<\/p>\n


\nVALURI \u00ceN PUSTIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Valuri suntem \u00een pustiu
\nmemoria m\u0103rilor moarte
\nca valul ne zbatem,
\nca valu-n pustiu
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s-ajungem
\npe coast\u0103 vreodat\u0103
\nvaluri moarte suntem \u00een pustiu
\nvaluri ale m\u0103rilor moarte
\nhabar n-avem de n\u0103pasta ce ne va pa\u015fte
\nc\u0103 ele sunt moarte de mult
\n\u00eenainte de na\u015fterea noastr\u0103<\/p>\n


\nPROFETUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un m\u0103slin \u015fi-a \u00eentins
\nramurile de-argint
\npeste sclipirea
\nunei mla\u015ftini din pustiu.<\/p>\n


\nFAMILIA MEA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cuvintele mele
\npoart\u0103 ve\u015fminte str\u0103ine \u015fi grele
\ndar ele nu ne \u00eempiedic\u0103
\n\u00een fiecare sear\u0103
\ns\u0103 \u015fedem \u00eempreun\u0103 la o singur\u0103 mas\u0103
\ns\u0103 m\u00e2nc\u0103m dintr-o singur\u0103 p\u00e2ine
\ns\u0103 bem dintr-un singur pahar de vin
\ns\u0103 fim lumina\u0163i de una \u015fi aceea\u015fi lumin\u0103
\nde rug\u0103ciunile sobre \u015fi sfinte
\n\u00een\u0163eleg\u00e2ndu-ne \u00eentre noi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte<\/p>\n


\nSCRISUL AMURGULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Subtil \u015fi gra\u0163ios e scrisul amurgului
\ntrist \u015fi r\u0103bd\u0103tor schi\u0163eaz\u0103
\npe cer amurgind
\no pas\u0103re-nsingurat\u0103, un pom \u00eensingurat<\/p>\n

Nu pot spune cine pe cine
\n\u00een acest r\u0103mas bun ne conduce:
\neu pe amurg sau amurgul pe mine
\ndar ambii scriam
\nmereu una \u015fi aceea\u015fi veste
\nPoate c\u0103 de aceea
\namurgul
\nz\u0103bovind pu\u0163in
\n\u00eemi sur\u00e2de fr\u0103\u0163e\u015fte<\/p>\n


\nNU \u015eTIE NIMENEA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftie nimenea
\nce se ascunde \u00een urma cuv\u00e2ntului
\ncuvintele tac
\nnu ne dezv\u0103luie tainele lor
\ncum este cuv\u00e2ntul \u201eIubire\u201d
\ncare-\u0163i va spune
\nc\u0103 ai \u00eent\u00e2lnit pe toat\u0103 via\u0163a
\nFemeia
\ndar la cump\u0103na vie\u0163ii
\ncorpul lor fragil
\ntrec\u00e2nd pe la Dumnezeu,
\nse va preface \u00een r\u00e2ndunic\u0103
\nzbur\u00e2nd
\npe cerul proasp\u0103t din zori<\/p>\n


\nNEANTUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce-i Neantul?
\n\u00eentreab\u0103 glasul meu r\u0103t\u0103cit
\n\u00eentre pergamentul bol\u0163ii cere\u015fti
\n\u015fi izvorul secat
\npe care noi ne c\u0103znim s\u0103-l reanim\u0103m
\nca pe-o mare \u00een devenire
\nce ne-ar duce \u00een amintire<\/p>\n

Plin de revela\u0163ii prea grele
\n\u015fi confesiuni prea amare
\nNeantul
\n\u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 duc\u0103
\n sufletele noastre
\nsus ca p\u00e2nza \u00een v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u201eNu, \u0103sta nu e Neantul\u201d,
\nzise un glas glasului meu r\u0103t\u0103cit
\nci e cea mai trainic\u0103 temelie
\na unei \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ii
\nce nu s-a-mplinit<\/p>\n


\nLUPT\u0102TORUL ANONIM \u015eI UN FLUTURE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 el singur mai \u0163ine minte
\nde ce a venit \u015fi ce-a c\u0103utat el
\n\u00een aceste meleaguri \u00eendep\u0103rtate
\nde ce \u015fi pentru ce a luptat <\/p>\n

Dar \u015ftiu c\u0103 to\u0163i
\n\u015fi cei de aici \u015fi cei de acas\u0103
\nde d\u00e2nsul de mult au uitat<\/p>\n

\u015etiu c\u0103 nimeni de el nu-\u015fi mai aduce aminte
\n\u015fi doar un flutura\u015f
\ncoboar\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u015fi c\u00e2nd
\npe-armura lui \u00eenverzit\u0103<\/p>\n


\nAP\u0102 ST\u0102TUT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen apa st\u0103tut\u0103
\nmai u\u015for te \u00eeneci
\nea are puterea cea mare,
\n\u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103toare
\nte trage la fund<\/p>\n

e greu s\u0103 treci pe al\u0103turi
\ne greu s\u0103 nu te la\u015fi ispitit
\ne greu s\u0103 nu te scufunzi
\ncine-n ea se scufund\u0103:
\nnu te mai poate vedea, auzi
\n\u015fi g\u00e2ndi<\/p>\n

Cine \u00een ea se scufund\u0103:
\nuit\u0103
\nc\u0103 apa st\u0103tut\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 valuri,
\nse revars\u0103 peste maluri<\/p>\n


\nULTIMUL ISUS DIN AST\u0102- TOAMN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cocorul
\nr\u0103mas de c\u00e2rd
\ne ultimul Isus
\ndin ast\u0103 toamn\u0103 <\/p>\n

NOCTURN\u0102
\n\u00cen fiecare noapte
\neu str\u00e2ng \u015fi culeg
\ntrandafiri din gr\u0103dina Edenului
\npentru tine, Maria,
\ndin aceast\u0103 gr\u0103din\u0103
\na paradisului
\ndin care am fost izgonit
\n\u00een fiece noapte
\npe furi\u015f \u015fi pe furate
\neu culeg trandafiri
\npentru tine, Maria<\/p>\n

eu culeg trei trandafiri
\nde culoarea s\u00e2ngelui meu<\/p>\n


\nNOU\u0102 STELE A TREI CERURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca Nou\u0103 Stele a Trei Ceruri
\nsuntem pe lumea asta
\nTu \u015fi eu, Maria<\/p>\n

Ca Trei Sclipiri
\nce-n zori s-or stinge de sclipire
\nce tr\u0103iesc c\u00e2t este vie sclipirea<\/p>\n

ce vor sclipi c\u00e2t vom sclipi noi
\nca Nou\u0103 Stele a Trei Ceruri
\npe lumea asta am\u00e2ndoi
\nTu \u015fi eu, Maria<\/p>\n


\nF\u00c2NT\u00c2NA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu e\u015fti f\u00e2nt\u00e2na
\ns\u0103pat\u0103 de Dumnezeu
\n\u00een ad\u00e2ncul azur
\nca \u00eengerii c\u00e2nd vor veni
\nsetea din ea s\u0103-\u015fi potoleasc\u0103<\/p>\n


\nSILOGISMUL SINGUR\u0102T\u0102\u0162II<\/strong><\/p>\n

Via\u0163a nicic\u00e2nd nu-\u0163i explic\u0103
\nvia\u0163a nicic\u00e2nd nimic nu-\u0163i explic\u0103
\nnici chiar lucrurile cele mai explicite
\nde parc\u0103 s-a n\u0103scut din ad\u00e2ncuri de singur\u0103tate
\npentru a-\u0163i ad\u00e2nci singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ile tale
\nde parc\u0103 singur\u0103tatea \u00eens\u0103\u015fi este
\nmai veche dintre toate,
\nmai veche chiar dec\u00e2t lumea \u015fi via\u0163a
\nde parc\u0103 ea s-ar fi n\u0103scut
\n\u00eenaintea tuturor lucrurilor.
\nTraducere din leton\u0103 de Maria BRIEDIS-MACOVEI<\/p>\n


\nGhevorg GHILAN\u0162<\/strong>
\n Armenia<\/p>\n

Numele la na\u015ftere (1966) \u2013 Rudik Ghevorkian. Absolvent al Institutului Politehnic din Erevan \u015fi al Institutului de Literatur\u0103 \u201eGorki\u201d din Moscova (2005). Debutul \u00een pres\u0103 \u2013 1994. Public\u0103 \u00een revistele din \u0163ara sa \u015fi din Rusia. A editat volumele de poeme \u0549\u056d\u0578\u0582\u0576\u0561\u0581\u0578\u0572 \u0570\u0578\u0582\u0577\u0561\u057f\u0565\u057f\u0580 (Jurnal nepieritor, 2003) \u015fi \u0543\u0561\u056d\u0580\u056b\u055c\u0580, \u056b\u0574 \u0563\u0561\u0566\u0561\u0576 (Zboar\u0103, fiara mea, 2006).<\/p>\n

KOMITAS: \u201eTAT\u0102L NOSTRU\u201d *<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pulberea eternit\u0103\u0163ii
\n\u00eenv\u0103luia astfel: iatacul pustiu
\nera loca\u015f muntean de rug\u0103ciune
\n\u015fi chilie sub-
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntean\u0103,
\n\u015fi clopotni\u0163\u0103.
\nClopotarul \u015fi eu
\npe culmea Clopotni\u0163ei.
\n\u015ei r\u0103sun\u00e2nd ca toate clopotele
\nam prins a pluti cu fumul de t\u0103m\u00e2ie \u2013
\ncoral \u00een lumea muntean\u0103\u2026
\nPulberea eternit\u0103\u0163ii
\n\u00eenv\u0103luia \u2013 acolo, unde-s tr\u00e2mbi\u0163ele heruvimilor:
\nrug\u0103 \u00eentru iertare \u00een iatacul pustiu
\npustiu \u015fi sumbru.
\n______________<\/p>\n

*Komitas Vardapet (1869-1935) \u2013 compozitor, etnomuzicolog, pedagog \u015fi dirijor de cor armean. Numele la na\u015ftere \u2013 Soghomon Gevorki Soghomonian, mai apoi cunoscut ca P\u0103rintele Komitas.<\/p>\n


\nIUBIRE CENTRIFUG\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

T\u00e2njesc\u2026
\nNu \u015ftiu dup\u0103 ce, nu \u015ftiu de ce.
\nC\u00e2nd sunt beat cri\u0163\u0103 \u2013 \u00eemi amintesc propriul pl\u00e2ns.
\nC\u00e2nd sunt beat \u2013 \u00eemi amintesc de dragostea mea.
\n\u015ei continui s\u0103 beau, p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 fac pulbere\u2026
\nDup\u0103 care, aburc\u00e2ndu-mi pe umeri povara propriului corp,
\nm\u0103 \u00eempleticesc spre cas\u0103.
\n\u015ei totu\u015fi ceva \u00eemi lipse\u015fte\u2026
\nNu \u015ftiu de ce \u2013 \u00eens\u0103 t\u00e2njesc.
\nG\u0103sesc ce r\u00e2vneam, dar \u00eendat\u0103-mi revine t\u00e2nga,
\ndeoarece g\u0103sind, pierd speran\u0163a de a g\u0103si\u2026 \u015fi tot a\u015fa
\nla nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u2026
\nB\u00e2rfesc zile \u00een \u015fir, \u00eemi arog chip de atoate\u015ftiutor
\nDau sfaturi, \u00eendrum \u015fi\u2026 m\u0103 iau iar cu b\u0103utura\u2026
\nAcesta fiind \u2013 precum spuneam \u2013 cercul vicios.
\n\u015ei \u00een miezul a toate \u2013 nostalgia\u2026 t\u00e2nga\u2026<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 Dumnezeu.
\n
\nISTERIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul \u00eemi sf\u00e2\u015fie de pe piept ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul de z\u0103pad\u0103,
\nAp\u0103r\u00e2ndu-se de mine.
\nAlb\u0103 z\u0103pad\u0103\u2026 \u00een lumina lui m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietoare sl\u0103be\u015fte inima.
\nAerian e corpul fetei ce trece pe strad\u0103.
\n\u00cen jur totul se ap\u0103r\u0103 de mine cu o tandre\u0163e nem\u0103rginit\u0103.
\n\u00cen sp\u00e2nzur\u0103tori trupurile-au \u00een\u0163epenit ca rufele sp\u0103late-n ianuarie,
\nSe clatin\u0103-n v\u00e2nt \u2013 stindardele impersonalei noastre indiferen\u0163e.
\n\u00cen fumul cafenelelor frumoasele respir\u0103 aroma de ceai,
\nPropun\u00e2nd de v\u00e2nzare, ca pentru-nt\u00e2ia oar\u0103, c\u00e2rpe-petece colorate,
\nV\u00e2ndute de mult.
\nGloata fredoneaz\u0103 imnul, \u00eenc\u00e2ntat\u0103 de petardele propriului desfr\u00e2u,
\nTotul \u00een jur se desprinde de mine \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic \u015fi t\u0103cut.
\nTotul \u00een jur se ap\u0103r\u0103 de mine, \u015fi ca v\u00e2ntul dement
\nEu \u00eemi sf\u00e2\u015fii de pe piept ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul-triste\u0163e.
\nPrim\u0103vara va topi z\u0103pada m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietoare.<\/p>\n


\n\u015eAH<\/strong><\/p>\n

Debutul a fost irepro\u015fabil \u2013 cochetare \u015fi atrac\u0163ie, \u015fi tandru sur\u00e2s.
\nIar pe la mijloc de partid\u0103 \u2013 duritate ne-dur\u0103 \u015fi un baraj feminin,
\ncu care era o pl\u0103cere s\u0103 dai piept. \u00cen consecin\u0163\u0103 \u2013 capcana
\ncu o mul\u0163ime de intr\u0103ri, dar cu o singur\u0103 ie\u015fire. Ie\u015firea e chiar \u2013
\n\u00eenfr\u00e2ngerea, MAT.
\nAbandon\u00e2nd armele \u015fi pred\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, g\u00e2ndeam la o regul\u0103
\ndin \u015fah, nefunc\u0163ional\u0103 \u015fi \u00een atare confrunt\u0103ri: aici
\nNimeni nu propune remiz\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 mul\u0163i, fiind chez\u0103\u015fie, caut\u0103
\nC\u0103ile prin care s\u0103 nimereasc\u0103-n capcan\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nISTORIA UNEI M\u0102RTURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cengerul P\u0103zitor ia m\u0103tura \u015fi tot m\u0103tur\u0103, m\u0103tur\u0103, m\u0103tur\u0103.
\nJaques Pr\u00e9vert<\/em><\/p>\n

Odat\u0103,
\npe c\u00e2nd Jaques era \u00eenger P\u0103zitor
\nmi-a \u00eenm\u00e2nat o m\u0103tur\u0103, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-se nev\u0103zut.
\n\u015ei eu am prins s\u0103 m\u0103tur, s\u0103 m\u0103tur, s\u0103 m\u0103tur Adev\u0103rul,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 \u00een-ce-ta-re \u015fi \u00een-do-ia-l\u0103\u2026
\ntot m\u0103turam Adev\u0103rul \u015fi-l aruncam la ghena de gunoi,
\ns\u0103 nu-mi \u00eempiedice s\u0103 umblu,
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 lipesc de \u201e\u0163a\u0163e\u201d,
\ns\u0103 nu sperie la na\u015ftere
\n\u015fi s\u0103 nu se-ncurce pe sub picioare,
\nc\u00e2nd o fi s\u0103 ne c\u0103l\u0103torim \u015fi noi \u00een papuci albi\u2026
\nGhena era desc\u0103rcat\u0103 la gunoi\u015ftea general\u0103
\nunde umbl\u0103 boschetarii \u015fi lepro\u015fii,
\nc\u00e2nii de pripas \u015fi alte r\u0103m\u0103\u015fi\u0163e.
\nApoi a venit prim\u0103vara: sus, \u00een cer, \u00een toiul unui chefule\u0163 al \u00eengerilor
\ndin neglijen\u0163a oarecui, de la o \u0163igar\u0103
\nlui Jaques i-au luat foc aripile,
\niat\u0103 de ce at\u00e2ta timp nu a mai venit pe la mine
\ncontrolorul meu, Pav\u0103za mea.
\nIar eu continui s\u0103 m\u0103tur, s\u0103 m\u0103tur, s\u0103 m\u0103tur
\nf\u0103r\u0103 \u00een-ce-ta-re \u015fi \u00een-do-ia-l\u0103.
\nIar c\u00e2nd veni Jaques, am \u00een\u0163eles neam\u00e2nat
\nce fel de \u00eenger bicisnic este el,
\ncel care a decis s\u0103 se fac\u0103 poet\u2026
\napoi a scris c\u0103 noi, cu to\u0163ii, ca porcii biblici,
\nnu vedem ce avem sub picioare.
\n\u00cens\u0103 mie deja nu-mi p\u0103sa
\n(unde mai pui c\u0103 Jaques de mult timp nu mai e \u00eenger).
\nIar eu continuam s\u0103 m\u0103tur
\nf\u0103r\u0103 \u00een-ce-ta-re \u015fi \u00een-do-ia-l\u0103.
\nDeja nu mai aveam un \u00cenger P\u0103zitor.
\n\u015ei ce de-a m\u0103rg\u0103ritare se t\u0103v\u0103lesc sub picioare,
\nnumai c\u0103 cine are nevoie de ele aici?…<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Pe la ora cinci diminea\u0163\u0103
\nCorpu-mi devine eteric.
\nSufletul se materializeaz\u0103, lipindu-se
\nDe durerea ce at\u00e2rn\u0103 din tavan.
\n\u0162igara fumeg\u0103,
\nPrecum focul omului primitiv.
\nDomnilor, nu cumva \u015fi eu
\nV\u0103 par un om al pe\u015fterii?
\nCeva mai t\u00e2rziu m\u0103 voi transforma \u015fi eu
\n\u00centr-o blan\u0103 supus\u0103, cumsecade,
\nP\u0103\u015find nu pe netezi\u015ful apei,
\nCi pe trotuare, torturat de griji.
\nM\u0103 voi \u00eengre\u0163o\u015fa de mine \u00eensumi \u015fi voi scuipa
\n\u00cen fruntea eu-lui meu cumsecade,
\n\u015ei pe pere\u0163ii blocurilor \u00eenalte voi expune \u00een v\u0103zul lumii firea mea cenu\u015fie.
\nLa lombard \u00eemi voi amaneta inima,
\nS\u0103 v\u0103 pot cump\u0103ra sufletele v\u00e2ndute la m\u00e2na a doua,
\nSpre a v\u0103 demonstra zorii, omul primitiv\u2026 \u2013
\n\u00cen bolnavul ora\u015f-grot\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nZBOAR\u0102, FIARA MEA\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zboar\u0103, fiara mea.
\nBunii, str\u0103bunii puteau s\u0103 se-nal\u0163e
\nPe aripile cuvintelor \u00eenaripate, iar tu
\nTe t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fti spre margini, s\u0103 vorbe\u015fti \u2013
\nDe la aceast\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime.
\nArunc\u0103-te \u00een h\u0103u.
\nZboar\u0103, fiara mea,
\nZboar\u0103 ca piatra,
\nCa piatra despic\u0103
\nInamicul \u015fi bezna, \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103r\u00e2ndu-te\u2026
\nPentru al\u0163ii sc\u00e2nteiaz\u0103 ca o comet\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103 \u2013
\nA dorin\u0163elor\u2026 str\u0103ine \u2013 le voi \u00eemplini!
\nZboar\u0103, fiara mea.
\n\u00cenc\u0103 un salt,
\n\u00cen\u015ffac\u0103 \u2013 neam\u00e2nat,
\nCa uliul, str\u0103fulger\u00e2nd spre prad\u0103,
\nGhearele-n ea s\u0103 \u015fi-le-n-fi-g\u0103.
\n\u00cenal\u0163\u0103-te, r\u0103pitoarea mea,
\n\u00cen gheare cu o vr\u0103biu\u0163\u0103,
\nSf\u0103r\u00e2mate i-s oscioarele de necru\u0163area ta.
\nTu \u2013 piatr\u0103 e\u015fti, vr\u0103jit\u0103 definitiv \u2013
\nDe dragoste, de moarte \u2013
\nPiatr\u0103,
\nFulger\u00e2nd \u00een sus.
\n Zboar\u0103, fiara mea. <\/p>\n

\u00cen rom\u00e2ne\u015fte de<\/em> Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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