{"id":20934,"date":"2023-04-26T21:03:15","date_gmt":"2023-04-26T18:03:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20934"},"modified":"2023-04-26T21:03:15","modified_gmt":"2023-04-26T18:03:15","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-18-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20934","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 18 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Gheorghe Istrate<\/strong>
\n\"\"

RITUAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

lied Michaelei<\/em><\/p>\n

eu locuiesc \u00een umbre tu-n lumini
\neu \u00een decembre tu \u00een var\u0103
\neu locuiesc \u00een pietre tu \u00een crini
\ntu \u00een amiaz\u0103 eu \u00een sear\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu-ncerc\u0103m s\u0103 umilim
\ndestinul nostru ca pe-o fiar\u0103
\niubim pe r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd bolim
\naceea\u015fi floare dulce-amar\u0103<\/p>\n

ne strecur\u0103m din vini \u00een vini
\nde\u015fi p\u0103catul ne-nf\u0103\u015foar\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu renun\u0163i s\u0103 nu \u00eenclini
\ntu \u00een amiaz\u0103 eu \u00een sear\u0103<\/p>\n


\nB\u0103r\u0103gan<\/strong><\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2nt clocit de berze scrum de tuci
\nbl\u0103ni \u00eenv\u0103rgate-n ochiul zilei
\nierburi rostogolite-n v\u0103l\u0103tuci
\npe pulberea dospit\u0103 a reptilei<\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu lespezi linse de \u015fop\u00e2rle
\namiaz\u0103 fiart\u0103 n\u0103du\u015find a ploaie
\nv\u00e2ntul \u00een galben se azv\u00e2rle
\ncerul acre\u015fte \u00een noroaie<\/p>\n

trece un tren scr\u00e2\u015fnindu-\u015fi zgura
\nde\u015ferturi de c\u0103ldur\u0103 lep\u0103d\u00e2nd
\n\u015fi dup\u0103 el se-nvolbur\u0103 de-a dura
\npopoare de ciulini migr\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

nave zv\u00e2ntate satele r\u0103m\u00e2n
\npe oase de b\u0103rba\u0163i cl\u0103dite
\n\u015fi ur\u015fii ne cutrier\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2ni
\nspin\u0103rile-arcuite \u00een ispite<\/p>\n

\u00een umbra omului f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni se-adun\u0103
\npe ghizduri clocotesc dr\u0103ce\u015fte \u015ferpii
\nse desfrunze\u015fte und\u0103-n und\u0103
\np\u0103m\u00e2nt ce \u00een v\u0103zduh inund\u0103<\/p>\n

sahar\u0103 stins\u0103-n trapul ierbii<\/p>\n


\n tipar<\/strong><\/p>\n

stau \u00een tipar \u015fi n-am cuv\u00e2nt
\ncuv\u00e2ntul se usuc\u0103-n sine
\nstau \u00eengropat \u00een leg\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nca steaua \u00een \u00eentunecime<\/p>\n

sunt nuf\u0103rul ce-ncheag\u0103 sus
\nnoroiul grelelor morminte
\nsunt astrul umed presupus
\nce-a\u015fteapt\u0103-n ceruri s\u0103 se zv\u00e2nte<\/p>\n

stau \u00een tipare \u015fi fr\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ncenu\u015fa semnelor pu\u0163ine
\nsudoarea-nt\u00e2iului cuv\u00e2nt
\nung\u00e2nd t\u0103cerile din mine<\/p>\n

am vrut s\u0103 mu\u015fc din slava grea
\nde-atunci fiin\u0163a-mi s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103
\nmereu pe gura mea o stea
\n\u00ee\u015fi va-nmuia-n cuv\u00e2nt o raz\u0103<\/p>\n

cuv\u00e2ntu-i centru firii \u2013 sorb
\nr\u0103spuns al sufletului orb
\nrostire-a mor\u0163ii \u015fi-a vechimii
\ncu buzele \u00eentunecimii<\/p>\n


\n am veste despre entit\u0103\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

am veste despre entit\u0103\u0163i:
\nseveritatea lor recuz\u0103
\nm\u0103iastra unei alte d\u0103\u0163i
\nce-mi sparge vorba de pe buz\u0103<\/p>\n

am vrut eu \u00eensumi – \u015fi am fost
\no \u00een\u0103l\u0163are matinal\u0103
\n\u00een rana Muntelui Agnost
\n\u00een \u015foptitoarea lui moral\u0103<\/p>\n

nu e t\u00e2rziu \u2013 nici e devreme
\nm-ating de ochiul meu amar
\n\u0219i timpu-n libertate geme
\npe-un cer din ce \u00een ce mai rar<\/p>\n


\nAdrian MUNTEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

SUAV SONET<\/strong><\/p>\n

Suav sonet, m-ai prins decis de m\u00e2n\u0103.
\nLuntra\u015f dibaci al rimei \u015fi-al m\u0103surii,
\nAl trudei ce-\u015fi arat\u0103-n versuri nurii,
\nAi vrut s\u0103 fim de-o vreme \u00eempreun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Aprins sonet, urzit \u00een cerul gurii,
\nLuceferi risipe\u015fti prin nop\u0163i cu lun\u0103,
\nTreze\u015fti din somn o tr\u00e2ndav\u0103 lagun\u0103
\nCa s\u0103-\u015fi a\u015feze \u00een eden condurii.<\/p>\n

R\u0103pe\u015fti de veacuri pasul \u015fi felina
\nCe-n labirint \u00eentortocheri decid
\n\u015ei \u00een clepsidr\u0103 ai p\u0103strat blajina<\/p>\n

Licoare-a clipei ce-a s\u0103pat un rid.
\nSublim sonet, \u00eemi ocrote\u015fti lumina
\nDin asprele t\u0103ceri ce ne divid.<\/p>\n


\nDE BUZA CLIPEI S-A LIPIT S\u0102RUTUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

De buza clipei s-a lipit s\u0103rutul
\nUit\u0103rilor, o lance-n trup s\u0103-nfig\u0103.
\nCum s\u0103 opresc talazul care strig\u0103
\nAcoperind cu \u00eendoieli \u0163inutul?<\/p>\n

Doar de-a\u015f sim\u0163i cum lini\u015ftea irig\u0103
\nSc\u00e2nteia tainei a\u015ftept\u00e2nd debutul
\n\u015ei num\u0103r\u00e2nd st\u0103ruitor avutul
\nDorin\u0163elor ce-au \u00eenceput s\u0103 frig\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen noaptea moale, m\u0103cin\u00e2nd c\u0103rbune,
\nPrepar licoarea tare, de absint
\nA \u015fov\u0103ielii ce-n potire pune<\/p>\n

Luciri t\u00e2rzii \u015fi tremurat alint.
\nLa steaua spart\u0103 duhuri vin s-adune
\nM\u0103runte cioburi, lacrimi de argint.<\/p>\n


\nCUM M-A IZBIT LUMINA-N ASFIN\u0162ITURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum m-a izbit lumina-n asfin\u0163ituri!
\nMi-a ars retina poftelor z\u0103lude
\n\u015ei mi-a furat t\u0103ria, s\u0103 asude,
\nCa fumul scurs pe ziduri reci de schituri.<\/p>\n

Cum m-au \u00eenvins toride raze nude
\n\u00cenfipte-n pleoapa orelor cu nituri
\nDe chinuri vagi ce s-au prelins din mituri
\nCu st\u00e2nci primind sirene-n straie ude!<\/p>\n

Mai bl\u00e2nd e ceasul care rugine\u015fte
\nSub frunza clipei l\u0103crim\u00e2nd smerit
\nPe talgeru-nser\u0103rii prins\u0103-n cle\u015fte<\/p>\n

De lava dulce-a zilei ce-a pierit.
\nIar bufni\u0163a cea alb\u0103-n nop\u0163i gone\u015fte
\nUn car de foc prin timp neprih\u0103nit.<\/p>\n


\nCENU\u015eA PLEOAPEI <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cenu\u015fa pleoapei r\u0103s\u0103riri astup\u0103;
\nStr\u0103fulger\u0103ri de suli\u0163i prin orbite.
\nCu team\u0103, creanga-i gata s\u0103 ezite
\n\u015ei fibra frunzei lene\u015f s\u0103 o rup\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pulsa\u0163ii reci, artere ruginite,
\nFluid cleios turnat piezi\u015f \u00een cup\u0103
\n\u00cencalc\u0103 spa\u0163iul t\u00e2mplei, s\u0103 erup\u0103
\nBroboane reci pe lame de cu\u0163ite.<\/p>\n

Incert\u0103 iazm\u0103, duh p\u0103truns cu sete
\nDestram\u0103 cercu-n care m-am culcat
\n\u015ei m\u0103 alung\u0103-n iure\u015f la perete.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 simt din golul clipei aruncat.
\nUn ochi str\u0103in, cu v\u0103zu-i de erete,
\nZdrobe\u015fte umbra-n trunchiul despicat.<\/p>\n


\nN\u0102LUCI DE FUM, LUCIRE DE SECUND\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

N\u0103luci de fum, lucire de secund\u0103,
\nMi-a\u0163i ars r\u0103stimpul patimii trecute
\n\u015ei v-a\u0163i topit pe sc\u0103ri de mult pierdute,
\nIubirea noastr\u0103 mistic s-o ascund\u0103.<\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een cuget semne ne\u015ftiute
\n\u015ei r\u0103ni \u00een prundul ce \u00eenchide-o und\u0103.
\nPe buze stinse nerostiri abund\u0103
\n\u015ei pielea flasc\u0103 s-a-mp\u00e2nzit de cute.<\/p>\n

N\u0103dejdi t\u00e2rzii se pierd \u00eentr-o amiaz\u0103.
\nT\u0103cerea clipei n-o mai pot struni,
\nCu umbra ei ce-n trup se furi\u015feaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Din via\u0163a noastr\u0103, muza mea de-o zi,
\nR\u0103m\u00e2ne doar un fulg ce se a\u015feaz\u0103
\nPe trunchi uscat ce nu va mai rodi.<\/p>\n


\nSCRIU ARIPI ALBE TOT CE NU SE SPUNE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Scriu aripi albe tot ce nu se spune,
\nBr\u0103zdeaz\u0103 cerul prevestind furtuna.
\nPlaneaz\u0103 lent \u015fi ocrotesc laguna,
\nCa s\u0103 se-a\u015feze-n carne-n\u0163elepciune.<\/p>\n

N-a mai pulsat \u00eenfrico\u015fat nici una
\nClipind spre zorii spaimelor imune.
\nSe logodesc talazuri c\u00e2nd apune
\nUn \u0163ip\u0103t vag ce nu le-a fr\u00e2nt cununa.<\/p>\n

Plesnet de val \u00een ceas fl\u0103m\u00e2nd cuprinde
\nT\u0103cute g\u00e2nduri. \u00cemp\u0103cat se-a\u015ftern,
\nIar spuma orei tandru \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde<\/p>\n

Umbra t\u00e2rzie cu-n oftat matern.
\n\u00cen pieptul bl\u00e2nd de pas\u0103re se-aprinde
\n\u00cenrourarea timpului etern.<\/p>\n


\nVORBE URZITE, LINI\u015eTEA DIN SPA\u0162II<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vorbe urzite, lini\u015ftea din spa\u0163ii
\nCulcat\u0103-n magma setei de-a cunoa\u015fte,
\nC\u00e2nd spelbul retor s-a zb\u0103tut s\u0103 ca\u015fte
\nO gur\u0103 str\u00e2mb\u0103, debit\u00e2nd ora\u0163ii;<\/p>\n

Vorbe rostite, zborul ce se na\u015fte
\nDin coasta spaimei implor\u00e2nd muta\u0163ii;
\nVorbe m\u0103iestre, declan\u015f\u00e2nd ova\u0163ii,
\nC\u00e2nd vanitatea pe artist \u00eel pa\u015fte;<\/p>\n

Vorbe de duh \u015fi vorba care doare,
\nZdrelindu-\u0163i carnea c\u00e2nd nu po\u0163i g\u0103si
\nUn mal torid \u015fi altul de r\u0103coare;<\/p>\n

Vorba f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, ca s\u0103 po\u0163i zidi.
\nCu toate fac din vorba care moare
\nUn pisc ascuns ce nu-l mai pot sui.<\/p>\n


\nM\u0102-NGHITE TIMPUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103-nghite timpul, ve\u015fnic m\u0103 alung\u0103
\nScuip\u00e2nd cu sil\u0103 rostul str\u00e2ns \u00een mine.
\nCu \u015ffichiul clipei aspre sau blajine
\nCiople\u015fte-n piele dung\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 dung\u0103.<\/p>\n

Planetele se-ntorc pe c\u0103i senine
\n\u015ei prim\u0103veri revin \u00een noaptea lung\u0103.
\nAlt fir de iarb\u0103 \u0163\u0103rna o s\u0103-mpung\u0103.
\nDestinul meu va reveni-n destine.<\/p>\n

Tot ce-am f\u0103cut e m\u0103surat de Parce.
\nAm fost copil \u015fi-am devenit b\u0103rbat.
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2n voi fi c\u00e2nd fusul vremii toarce.<\/p>\n

Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 schimb, dar nu m\u0103 las schimbat.
\nTotul revine, totul se \u00eentoarce.
\nMi-e dat s\u0103 pot din timp s\u0103 m\u0103 abat?<\/p>\n


\nViorica R\u0103du\u0163\u0103<\/strong>
\n\"\"

deodat\u0103 statuie<\/strong><\/p>\n

e scoas\u0103 umbra din parc \u015fi deodat\u0103
\nse umple de ciment pas\u0103rea rotindu-se \u00een ea<\/p>\n

\u00eenconjoar\u0103 biserica \u015fi se face statuie
\ndiminea\u0163a \u00eei \u0163ine de cald s\u0103 apere strada<\/p>\n

st\u0103 \u00een fotografie
\n\u015fi atunci bra\u0163ul se treze\u015fte pe \u015finele scoase<\/p>\n

m\u00e2na doar m\u00e2na mamei deseneaz\u0103<\/p>\n

fiul e viu \u015fi are dreptate
\ncu pielea \u00eentins\u0103 pe mas\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015finele sunt scoase \u015fi intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103
\nmama e gata de dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni
\nturla bisericii se \u00eentinde pe fa\u0163\u0103
\ncu zidurile crescute \u00een jur<\/p>\n

doar m\u00e2inile mai \u0163in minte tramvaiul
\n\u015finele se duc mai departe<\/p>\n

poetul sau mama pun morm\u00e2ntul deasupra<\/p>\n

asta e a\u015fteptare<\/p>\n


\napele se apropie<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu se v\u0103d chipurile se vede numai mantaua
\nde ploaie
\ncu dep\u0103rtarea f\u0103cut\u0103 din noapte
\npoate sunt oameni poate arbori care cresc<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni ploaia e totul face \u0219i cerul<\/p>\n

singur\u0103 se treze\u015fte singur\u0103
\ndeodat\u0103 oamenii \u0163in puhoaiele
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd m\u00e2inile se v\u0103d singure<\/p>\n

femeia adun\u0103 din om \u00eel pune pe scaun<\/p>\n

un g\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

el nu vrea \u015fi intr\u0103 \u00een piele
\napoi st\u0103 mult timp asta face st\u0103<\/p>\n

nucul din curte cresc\u00e2nd<\/p>\n


\naer de duminic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

ziua de duminic\u0103 se scurge prin aerul
\nnemi\u015fcat
\nc\u00e2nd s\u0103 ajung\u0103 omul renun\u0163\u0103 la via\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

e un v\u00e2nt afar\u0103
\ne m\u00e2ine
\nomul fumeaz\u0103
\nprivirile stau \u00eencordate
\nse uit\u0103 la alte vremuri al\u0163i oameni<\/p>\n

mai e p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\nar fi trebuit s\u0103 ajung\u0103<\/p>\n

Nimeni nu ne anun\u0163\u0103 nimeni<\/p>\n


\nlumina\u0163i de ape<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu-i mai v\u0103d frigul
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u015furat de ape de g\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

m\u00e2inile \u00eemi \u0163in m\u00e2inile
\ncu o sear\u0103 mai deas\u0103
\npe gura vasului de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ns\u0103 ascult trupul<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd la un cap\u0103t sunt ape nu-i somn
\nsau e unul mort c\u0103 nu
\nnu vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 priveasc\u0103<\/p>\n

un cap\u0103t de r\u00e2u calc\u0103 pustiul
\nsau \u00eel apuc\u0103 de glezne<\/p>\n

acolo iese \u015fi g\u00e2ndul
\nun loc de tr\u0103it
\n\u00eentre ape e tata
\nr\u00e2ul pe coaps\u0103 merg\u00e2nd<\/p>\n


\nMarian RUSCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Prozopoeme<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 tem c\u0103 \u00eentr-o diminea\u0163\u0103, imnul care m\u0103 va trezi va fi o manea, de genul, m\u00e2nca-\u0163i-a\u015f guri\u0163a ta, acu e\u015fti \u0163\u0103ri\u015foara mea \u015fi nu te dau la nimenea.
\nM\u0103 tem c\u0103 \u00een acea diminea\u0163\u0103, c\u00e2nd voi cobor\u00ee din pat, nu voi mai pune picioarele pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0163\u0103rii mele, ci al alteia, nu \u015ftiu care, \u00een func\u0163ie de interesele geo-politice, geo-strategice, \u00een func\u0163ie de \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163irea teritorial\u0103.
\nM\u0103 tem c\u0103 voi fi nevoit s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 o limb\u0103 hindu, ungro-finic\u0103 sau slavon\u0103 \u015fi asta \u00een func\u0163ie de interesele geo-politice, geo-strategice, \u00een func\u0163ie de \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163irea teritorial\u0103.
\nM\u0103 tem c\u0103 \u0163\u0103ranii nu vor mai avea ogor, c\u0103 nu vor mai fi \u0163\u0103rani, nici r\u0103ze\u015fi, nu vor mai fi nimic, poate \u015ferbi, sclavi \u00een propriul lor petic de p\u0103m\u00e2nt str\u0103mo\u015fesc pe care, nemaiav\u00e2ndu-l, nu-l vor mai transmite din tat\u0103 \u00een fiu. De unde p\u0103m\u00e2nt, ce p\u0103m\u00e2nt, al cui p\u0103m\u00e2nt, dac\u0103 cine \u015ftie cine va st\u0103p\u00e2ni gospod\u0103riile lor \u015fi asta \u00een func\u0163ie de interesele geo-politice, geo-strategice, \u00een func\u0163ie de \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163irea teritorial\u0103!?
\nM\u0103 tem c\u0103 cei ce ne v\u00e2nd nu vor da socoteal\u0103, cum nu au dat nici cei ce ne-au pr\u0103dat p\u00e2n\u0103 acum.
\nM\u0103 tem c\u0103 s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a semin\u0163iei mele a fost modificat\u0103 genetic.
\nM\u0103 tem pentru soarta nepo\u0163ilor mei.
\nDar cel mai mult m\u0103 tem c\u0103 m-am n\u0103scut s\u0103 nu mor rom\u00e2n.<\/p>\n

A venit, a plecat.
\nOh, coas\u0103, coas\u0103 ce fiori mi-ai dat!
\nPierit \u00eentre dou\u0103 lumi, nesigure am\u00e2ndou\u0103, cu p\u00e2inea codru \u015fi laptele rou\u0103, h\u0103r\u0163uit a\u015ftept s\u0103 se ast\u00e2mpere furtuna.
\nA venit, a plecat.
\nOh, coas\u0103, coas\u0103 ce fiori mi-ai dat!
\nCai verzi. Pere\u0163ii de fum. C\u0103r\u0103rile f\u0103r\u0103 drum. La cataram\u0103 cu tanti Speran\u0163a, doar nu?! Nu ei, mai \u00eent\u00e2i, i-am decontat arvuna, ca s\u0103-mi \u00eentind\u0103 un pic a\u0163a?
\nT\u00e2n\u0103r, o-ho. T\u00e2n\u0103r nu juc\u0103rie. Taur, ce spun, rinocer \u00een frunte cu un dorn. Ca o \u0163estoas\u0103 de 100 de ani, ei bine plus 50 pe muchie b\u0103tu\u0163i, trec printre ghionturi peste hopuri, ce\u0163uri, n\u0103me\u0163i \u015fi mla\u015ftini \u015fi \u2013 c\u00e2te… cine mai \u015ftie! \u2013 hot\u0103r\u00e2t, p\u0103str\u00e2ndu-mi pe cap cununa.
\nA venit.
\nO m\u00e2\u0163\u0103 \u2013 curtat\u0103 \u00een jurul unui horn.
\nO viper\u0103 re\u00eencarnat\u0103 cu solzii slu\u0163i.
\nA plecat.
\nO urm\u0103 ce \u00eemi calc\u0103 pe urm\u0103.
\nOh, coas\u0103, coas\u0103 ce fiori mi-ai dat.<\/p>\n

Pe ran\u0103 po\u0163i pune balsam. Torni litere pentru a \u00eentregi cuv\u00e2ntul. Traiectoria g\u00e2ndului o deturnezi cu alt g\u00e2nd. Speran\u0163a murit\u0103 o re\u00eenvii cu alt\u0103 speran\u0163\u0103, numai sufletul, sufletul nu-l po\u0163i hr\u0103ni artificial.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103im? Nu. Ne juc\u0103m. Ne juc\u0103m cu via\u0163a pe care o supunem la tot felul de perversiuni. Ne juc\u0103m: \u015ei totul se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een jurul mor\u0163ii sau spre nurii ei, sau \u00een numele ei, sau pentru ea. Ne juc\u0103 cu via\u0163a spre binele, pentru binele mor\u0163ii?! Oh, nu-i cam cinic?
\nTr\u0103im? Nu. Ne juc\u0103m. Cum? Cum \u015ftim fiecare s-o facem, unii mai aprig, al\u0163ii mai \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic. Deh! La joc nu suntem cu to\u0163ii la fel de pricepu\u0163i. Unii cred, al\u0163ii se cred, pu\u0163ini sunt \u00eens\u0103 talenta\u0163i. \u015ei atunci improvizeaz\u0103, se prefac, dar cu to\u0163ii pluseaz\u0103 din plin la rulet\u0103. La ruleta vie\u0163ii, un fel de rulet\u0103 ruseasc\u0103.
\nTr\u0103im? Nu. Ne prefacem. Din scutec \u00een racl\u0103 poate \u015fi dincolo. \u015ei dincolo? \u015ei dincolo ce! S-o lu\u0103m de la \u00eenceput? Hm!<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd, \u00eencet, se las\u0103 cortina, sim\u0163i cum \u00eencepe sf\u00e2r\u015fitul pe care-l doreai la sf\u00e2ntul a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u015fi nu a\u015fa \u00eenv\u0103luindu-te-ntr-un nor de remu\u015fc\u0103ri, \u00eempins dincolo de limita limit\u0103. Remu\u015fc\u0103ri, renun\u0163\u0103ri; paranteze \u00eendep\u0103rtate \u00eentre a fost \u015fi va fi. Temeri, \u00eendoieli; acolade de timp \u00eentr-un timp r\u0103mas suspendat \u00eentre dou\u0103 mari, unice necunoscute, enigme pentru totdeauna, introducerea \u015fi \u00eencheierea. C\u00e2nd s-a l\u0103sat cortina \u015fi spectatorii s-au \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiat la casele lor, resemna\u0163i, \u00eeng\u00e2ndura\u0163i \u00ee\u015fi face prezen\u0163a tiptil-tiptil uitarea.
\nTu spectator, \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163uit \u00een g\u00e2nduri, o vreme treci prin ini\u0163ierile toate ca o repeti\u0163ie general\u0103. Bilan\u0163 de \u00eentreb\u0103ri \u015fi r\u0103spunsuri, bilan\u0163 de regrete.<\/p>\n

Se lupt\u0103 azi cu m\u00e2ine. Se lupt\u0103 pentru poim\u00e2ine. Pentru c\u0103 poim\u00e2ine e o promisiune. Totul din tot, din toate \u015fi de peste tot se lupt\u0103 pentru promisiuni, pentru ce va fi, pentru via\u0163a de dup\u0103.
\nCe e via\u0163a de dup\u0103? Ve\u015fnicie? O ve\u015fnicie trebuie s\u0103 fie ceva plictisitor. Dar ve\u015fnicie dup\u0103 ve\u015fnicie cum ar putea fi? Dup\u0103 statistici se pare c\u0103 num\u0103rul curio\u015filor este destul de mare, se spune… \u00eengrijor\u0103tor. Azi are curiozitatea ei \u00eenc\u0103 de c\u00e2nd se crap\u0103 \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd crap\u0103 negura din care s-a ivit. Se na\u015fte cu g\u00e2ndul la moarte, la m\u00e2ine, la via\u0163a de dup\u0103. \u015etie c\u0103 se na\u015fte o singur\u0103 dat\u0103. \u015etie c\u0103 metempsihoza la specia ast\u0103zi nu exist\u0103. E o efemerid\u0103 care se lupt\u0103 pentru o promisiune ce nu poate fi onorat\u0103. Cumplit de trist s\u0103 fi efemerid\u0103, s\u0103 crezi \u00een promisiuni, \u00een via\u0163a de dup\u0103, \u00een eternitate.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 vom pune \u00een locul legendelor repere noi, ne vom alege cu timpul atemporal, ne vom birui singuri \u015fi zestrea pe care o vom l\u0103sa va fi modificat\u0103 genetic. O engram\u0103, cu amprent\u0103 de m\u00e2ntuial\u0103.
\n\tDac\u0103 pui \u00een locul legendelor noi red\u0103ri nu vom restitui, vom amaneta !<\/p>\n

\tLa strea\u015fina \u00eenchipuirii, c\u0103ut\u0103torii de \u00eempliniri sorb nectarul t\u0103m\u0103duirii din Graal de argil\u0103. Nu to\u0163i sunt truditori, nu to\u0163i sunt p\u0103timitori, nu to\u0163i sunt vrednici. Dar to\u0163i spetesc canonul, sper\u00e2nd des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015firea.<\/p>\n

Nu-i de mirare dac\u0103 din acela\u015fi t\u0103i\u015f de lumin\u0103 \u015fi zmeul \u00ee\u015fi ia tihna, dac\u0103 are buzduganul din a\u015ftrii topi\u0163i, r\u0103ci\u0163i, \u015fi vede cu ochii t\u0103i. Da, roste\u015fte pove\u015fti cu gura ta, fierbe prin venele tale \u015fi \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u015fte cu anii t\u0103i. Nu-i de mirare dac\u0103 ia suflet de om \u015fi ostoit moare odat\u0103 cu tine. El, \u00een lumea lui nemuritoare, tu, sub lespedea uit\u0103rii. <\/p>\n

Oameni. \u00cen jur, oameni din c\u00e2l\u0163i, rostind cuvinte din c\u0103r\u0163i necitite. Oameni. \u00cen jur, oameni cu gesturi gripate, trucate, \u00eengropate sub p\u0103tur\u0103 groas\u0103, m\u00e2r\u00e2ind fraze \u00eentortocheate, nici de ei pricepute. Zbiri. Zbiri scormonind prin g\u00e2nduri, o inchizi\u0163ie veninoas\u0103 \u015fi nemiloas\u0103.
\nZbiri. Zbiri st\u00e2rnind v\u00e2nt cu mucegai \u00een suflu. St\u00e2rnind l\u0103ute hodorogite \u015fi false. \u015ei martiri putrezind \u00een neputin\u0163\u0103.
\nIat\u0103 \u2013 \u00eemi spun \u2013 cum am ajuns s\u0103 privesc lumea!<\/p>\n

Noaptea \u00eenchizi ziua ce-a fost, o \u015ftergi de urme. Nu dormi. Crezi doar. Poate trupul, at\u00e2t \u015fi nimic mai mult. Trupul. B\u00e2ntui artera-timp \u00eentr-un du-te vino programat de rigori net\u00e2lcuite. Neputin\u0163a \u015fi-a pierdut puterea \u015fi-\u0163i las\u0103 la-ndem\u00e2n\u0103 lum\u00e2narea cu care te cau\u0163i. Noaptea de azi are-n p\u00e2ntecul ei mai mult viitor dec\u00e2t cele trecute. Ai vrea s\u0103 dai un print, s\u0103 g\u0103se\u015fti desaga \u00een care st\u0103 ticsit va fi-ul. Ai vrea s\u0103 \u00eentip\u0103re\u015fti dup\u0103-prezentul, s\u0103-l ai drept gaj \u00eentr-un schimb cu biletul de plecare. Imaginile r\u00e2vnite se risipesc, se tulbur\u0103, se strecoar\u0103 gr\u0103bite spre izvoarele din care au fost c\u00e2ndva capturate, se preschimb\u0103 \u00een cea\u0163\u0103 tot mai deas\u0103 \u015fi dispar. Odat\u0103 cu ele se duc \u015fi amintirile. Amintirile de pe toat\u0103 artera-timp.
\nC\u00e2nd deschizi ziua cu greul cu care te-ntorci \u00een trupul r\u0103mas planton la\u015fi viitorul \u00een grija nop\u0163ii ce va s\u0103 vin\u0103. \u015ei uite a\u015fa b\u00e2ntui nestingherit pe artera-timp.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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