{"id":21245,"date":"2023-06-10T00:02:04","date_gmt":"2023-06-09T21:02:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21245"},"modified":"2023-06-10T00:02:04","modified_gmt":"2023-06-09T21:02:04","slug":"literadura-nr-28-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21245","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 28 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rodica BRETIN<\/strong>
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\u00ceNGERUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era toamn\u0103, sezonul gripelor rebele, iar
\nepidemia din 1958 b\u00e2ntuia prin saloanele
\nspitalelor, cot la cot cu microbii, virusurile \u0219i
\nbacteriile obi\u0219nuite. Toate o speriau pe mama,
\ndar nu mai mult dec\u00e2t un zvon r\u0103sp\u00e2ndit \u00een ora\u0219ul
\nde la poalele T\u00e2mpei, nu prin ziare ci prin re\u021beaua
\nfolclorului citadin. Se schimbaser\u0103 \u00eentre ei noun\u0103scu\u021bi
\n\u00een maternitatea bra\u0219ovean\u0103! Unii
\nb\u0103nuiau, al\u021bii \u0219tiau, cuno\u0219teau cazuri, nume, date,
\n\u00eemprejur\u0103ri. \u0218i dac\u0103 o s\u0103 \u00eei \u00eenlocuiasc\u0103 copilul cu
\nvreo alt\u0103 odrasl\u0103, a cine \u0219tie cui? Mama nu era
\ndispus\u0103 s\u0103 ri\u0219te \u0219i a luat singura hot\u0103r\u00e2re pe care
\no socotea \u00een\u021beleapt\u0103 \u2212 s\u0103 nasc\u0103 acas\u0103. Ast\u0103zi,
\nideea pare o nebunie \u0219i s-ar pune o \u00eentrebare
\nfireasc\u0103: cum de nu s-a opus tat\u0103l meu, celelalte
\nrude apropiate? S-au
\nopus, evident. Dar cine
\ncrede c-ar fi avut vreo
\n\u0219ans\u0103 de reu\u0219it\u0103, nu o
\ncunoa\u0219te pe mama.
\n\u0218i a\u0219a, c\u00e2nd natura a
\ndecis c\u0103 venise
\nmomentul intr\u0103rii mele
\n\u00een scena vie\u021bii, evenimentul
\ns-a petrecut \u00eentrun
\napartament de dou\u0103
\ncamere plus dependin\u021be
\nde la etajul unei case din strada Lung\u0103. Acolo am
\nvenit pe lume, \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 de 6 noiembrie, c\u00e2nd
\n\u00een Bra\u0219ov c\u0103zuse deja prima z\u0103pad\u0103.
\nNa\u0219terea s-a dovedit grea \u0219i, dup\u0103 orele de
\ntravaliu, mama \u0219i-a uitat spaimele \u00eenchipuite \u00een
\nfa\u021ba unora reale \u0219i a cerut s\u0103 fie dus\u0103 la spital.
\nTata a alergat la telefonul unor vecini, s\u0103 cheme
\no ambulan\u021b\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 pe atunci\u00ac\u00ac salv\u0103rile veneau
\nc\u00e2nd veneau \u0219i eu am ajuns \u00eenaintea ma\u0219inii cu
\ncruce ro\u0219ie ce cobora pe strada Lung\u0103 \u00een sunet de
\nsiren\u0103.
\nM-am n\u0103scut dup\u0103 moda altui secol, cu o moa\u0219\u0103
\ns\u0103soaic\u0103 care \u021binea locul chirurgului obstretician
\n\u0219i cu cordonul omblical \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat \u00een jurul g\u00e2tului.
\nMoa\u0219a m-a eliberat din str\u00e2nsoarea care m\u0103
\nsufocase aproape, apoi m-a luat \u00een bra\u021be,
\n\u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eemi sufle via\u021b\u0103 \u00een pl\u0103m\u00e2ni.
\nMama se ridicase \u00een capul oaselor, tata
\n\u00eencremenise l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastra pe care se tot uita,
\ndoar o s\u0103 vad\u0103 venind salvarea. Eu, \u00een bra\u021bele
\nmoa\u0219ei, nu mi\u0219cam, nu respiram, ocupat\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103
\n\u00eenvine\u021besc. \u00cen locul pl\u00e2nsetului unui nou-n\u0103scut,
\ncamera se umpluse de o t\u0103cere sumbr\u0103, de r\u0103u
\naugur. Ce-o fi fost \u00een sufletul mamei \u00een clipa
\naceea?
\nBebelu\u0219ul care eram a tras p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 o gur\u0103
\nde aer, aduc\u00e2ndu-i gustul dulce-am\u0103rui al lumii
\nde afar\u0103. Am sc\u0103pat din prima \u00eencercare a vie\u021bii \u2013
\nc\u00e2t pe ce s\u0103 fie \u0219i ultima! \u2013 altfel n-a\u0219 fi ajuns s\u0103
\ncresc mare, s\u0103 trec prin mai multe dec\u00e2t a\u0219 fi vrut
\n\u0219i s\u0103 scriu acum r\u00e2ndurile astea.
\nC\u00e2nd moa\u0219a m-a a\u0219ezat la pieptul mamei, urlam
\ndeja din toate puterile, bucuroas\u0103 c\u0103 se terminase
\ncu bine, ori poate nemul\u021bumit\u0103 de schimbarea
\nculcu\u0219ului c\u0103ldu\u021b cu un loc necunoscut \u0219i plin de
\nprimejdii, pe care nu \u0219tiam \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103-l numesc
\nlume.
\nMama s-a uitat cu luare-aminte la mine, copilul
\nat\u00e2t de dorit \u0219i a\u0219teptat. Aveam toate la locul lor,
\niar asta a f\u0103cut-o s\u0103 r\u0103sufle mai u\u0219urat\u0103. \u00cens\u0103 eram
\nnegricioas\u0103, cu pielea \u00eencre\u021bit\u0103 pe la \u00eencheieturi,
\ncu fe\u021bi\u0219oara schimonosit\u0103 de pl\u00e2ns. Ur\u00e2t\u0103 foc, a
\nfost impresia dint\u00e2i a mamei, pe care avea s\u0103 mio
\n\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219easc\u0103 peste ani. Moa\u0219a, \u00een schimb, era
\nde alt\u0103 p\u0103rere.
\n\u2013 Sehr sch\u00f6n! Was f\u00fcr ein sh\u00f6nes neugeboren!
\nNu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 am fost un copil frumos, cum tocmai
\nzisese s\u0103soaica, sau ur\u00e2\u021bel, cum i s-a p\u0103rut mamei
\n\u2212 care n-avea nici m\u0103car scuza c-a\u0219 fi fost
\nschimbat\u0103 \u2013 \u00eens\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u0103 am fost iubit\u0103 de p\u0103rin\u021bii
\nmei, din prima clip\u0103, atunci \u0219i-ntotdeauna, oric\u00e2te
\nprobleme le-a\u0219 fi f\u0103cut, oric\u00e2te necazuri le-a\u0219 fi
\nadus.
\nC\u00e2nd am crescut destul ca s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg c\u00e2te ceva din
\nvia\u021b\u0103, mama mi-a povestit despre venirea mea pe
\nlume \u2013 care, credea ea, fusese un miracol. Unele
\nlucruri ne r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een amintire a\u0219a cum s-au
\n\u00eent\u00e2mplat, altele cum ne \u00eenchipuim c\u0103 au fost sau
\ncum am fi vrut s\u0103 fie. Chiar dac\u0103 ce mi-a spus era
\ndoar o n\u0103lucire, am crezut-o. Pentru mama,
\n\u00eenchipuirea aceea devenise cu timpul mai
\nadev\u0103rat\u0103 dec\u00e2t realitatea.
\nTata cobor\u00e2se s\u0103 deschid\u0103 poarta pentru cei de la
\nSalvare care ajunseser\u0103 \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, moa\u0219a m\u0103
\nscutura u\u0219urel, de parc\u0103 eram adormit\u0103 \u0219i voia s\u0103
\nm\u0103 trezeasc\u0103, mama \u00eentinsese m\u00e2inile spre mine
\ndar nu putea scoate vreun sunet, fiindc\u0103 \u0219i inima
\nei se oprise. \u0218i-atunci a v\u0103zut ceva ca un contur
\nomenesc, \u00eens\u0103 de lumin\u0103, aplec\u00e2ndu-se peste
\num\u0103rul moa\u0219ei \u0219i ating\u00e2nd cre\u0219tetul noun\u0103scutului.
\nNu s-a speriat fiindc\u0103 a \u0219tiut imediat
\ncine este, era tat\u0103l ei, bunicul meu care murise cu
\nmul\u021bi ani \u00eenainte, l\u0103s\u00e2nd-o pe bunica singur\u0103, cu
\npatru copii de crescut. Dar asta e o alt\u0103 istorie, \u00een
\nseara aceea vizitatorul venit de dincolo \u0219i-a
\n\u00eenf\u0103ptuit minunea \u0219i s-a gr\u0103bit s\u0103 dispar\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\nt\u0103cerea a fost spart\u0103 de \u00eent\u00e2iul meu sc\u00e2ncet.
\nAm crezut povestea mamei auzit\u0103 la v\u00e2rsta
\npove\u0219tilor de tot felul \u2013 de ce s-o fi pus la
\n\u00eendoial\u0103? Eram deja la \u0219coal\u0103 c\u00e2nd l-am \u00eentrebat
\npe tata despre \u00eemprejur\u0103rile venirii mele pe lume
\n\u0219i care m\u0103 f\u0103ceau s\u0103 sem\u0103n, \u00eemi \u00eenchipuiam eu,
\ncu eroii din c\u0103r\u021bi. Bine\u00een\u021beles, nu i-am m\u0103rturisit
\nce \u0219tiam de la mama \u2013 era secretul nostru, unul
\ndatorit\u0103 c\u0103ruia m\u0103 sim\u021beam special\u0103.
\nTata avea o cu totul alt\u0103 versiune a faptelor \u2013 una
\nsimpl\u0103, ra\u021bional\u0103, prozaic\u0103 \u2013 \u0219i am constatat \u00eenc\u0103
\no dat\u0103 un lucru evident: realitatea e mai pu\u021bin
\ninteresant\u0103 dec\u00e2t \u00eenchipuirile \u00een care o \u00eenvelim
\nuneori. Ambulan\u021ba ajusese la timp, mi-a istorisit
\ntata, iar cu ea venise \u0219i un medic, nu doar doi
\ninfirmieri, cum se \u00eent\u00e2mpla de obicei. Fusesem
\nsalvat\u0103 de priceperea unui doctor, de \u0219tiin\u021ba
\nmedical\u0103. Tata nu credea \u00een miracole, ci \u00een
\nputerea omului de a inventa lucruri uluitoare, de
\na \u00eenvinge bolile \u0219i a ajunge pe Lun\u0103. Era, cu alte
\ncuvinte, un sceptic. Privind \u00een urm\u0103 a\u0219 spune
\ntotu\u0219i c\u0103, \u00een felul lui, r\u0103m\u00e2nea un idealist, un naiv.
\nAst\u0103zi, dup\u0103 at\u00e2tea descoperiri epocale, oamenii
\nau ajuns s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 doar limitele \u2013 ceea ce,
\n\u00eentr-un fel, e tot un progres.
\nIstoria are \u0219i un epilog, scris, ca orice urmare care
\nse respect\u0103, dou\u0103 decenii mai t\u00e2rziu. Mama
\nr\u0103m\u0103sese prieten\u0103 cu moa\u0219a ce \u00eei fusese al\u0103turi \u00een
\nseara de 6 noiembrie, c\u00e2t pe ce s\u0103 fie fatidic\u0103, dar
\ncare se sf\u00e2r\u0219ise fericit. S\u0103soaica, Renate Vogel
\nera numele ei, a r\u0103mas \u00een Bra\u0219ov dup\u0103 ce familia
\nei emigrase \u00een Germania. \u00cen 1982, deja b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i
\nlovit\u0103 de o parez\u0103, Renate ajunsese la azilul din
\n\u0218chei, unde mama se ducea s\u0103 o vad\u0103 din c\u00e2nd \u00een
\nc\u00e2nd. La una dintre vizite m-a luat cu ea \u0219i, c\u00e2t\u0103
\nvreme s-a dus prin saloane s\u0103 \u00eempart\u0103 haine,
\ndulciuri, ce mai adusesem, am r\u0103mas singur\u0103 cu
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2na.
\nRenate st\u0103tea toat\u0103 ziua \u00eentr-un scaun cu rotile,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 ori s\u0103 \u00eei pese de ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een jur,
\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-se pe m\u00e2inile infirmierelor care o sp\u0103lau,
\no \u00eembr\u0103cau, \u00eei b\u0103gau pe g\u00e2t m\u00e2ncare sau
\nmedicamente. Avea \u0219i momente de luciditate, \u00een
\ncare redevenea ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i, dar erau tot mai rare. Se
\nretr\u0103sese \u00een lumea din\u0103untru, retr\u0103indu-\u0219i
\namintirile, frec\u00e2ndu-le cu piatra de \u0219lefuit a
\nnostalgiilor \u0219i regretelor p\u00e2n\u0103 ce ajunseser\u0103 s\u0103
\ntaie timpul ca s\u0103biile japoneze forjate de-at\u00e2tea
\nsute de ori. Nu credeam c\u0103 mai \u0219tie cine sunt, nici
\ns\u0103-\u0219i mai aminteasc\u0103 de seara \u00een care \u021binuse \u00een
\nbra\u021be un prunc ce p\u0103rea f\u0103r\u0103 suflare. Am \u00eentrebat-o
\ntotu\u0219i \u2013 aveam ceva de pierdut? Am vrut s\u0103 aflu
\ncine m\u0103 \u00eentorsese la via\u021b\u0103, cui s\u0103-i mul\u021bumesc, pe
\ncine s\u0103 dau vina pentru toate ne\u00eemplinirile de mai
\nt\u00e2rziu.
\n\u2013 Cine m-a sc\u0103pat atunci, Frau Vogel?
\nN-a\u0219teptam vreun r\u0103spuns, dar l-am primit:
\n\u2013 Ein Engel.
\n\u0218i Renate a repetat \u00eencet, \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103, ca s\u0103
\nfie sigur\u0103 c\u0103 am \u00een\u021beles.
\n\u2013 Un \u00eenger a fost. Un \u00eenger.<\/p>\n


\nDaniel L\u00f3pez-Serrano Pa\u00e9z<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eCanichu\u201d (1979, Madrid), poet \u0219i prozator.
\nEste licen\u021biat \u00een Historie \u0219i a publicat \u0219ase c\u0103r\u021bi,
\ndar mai are c\u0103r\u021bi inedite preg\u0103tite pentru
\npublicare (paisprezece).<\/p>\n

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

Vivisec\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vor veni ei \u0219i ne vor omor\u00ee pe to\u021bi
\n\u00een timp ce pe peretele t\u0103u va at\u00e2rna afi\u0219ul
\nultimului t\u0103u concert,
\n\u00een timp ce tinerii beau \u00een parc
\ncu tricouri de Zara cu Guevara
\ntip Andy Warhol aproape
\nde biserica de la r\u00e2ul cu ra\u021be,
\nun domn va citi presa \u00een pia\u021ba
\npublic\u0103 ocupat\u0103 de mesele de la bar
\nsub statuia de bronz,
\nc\u00e2nd ceasurile se vor opri o clip\u0103,
\n\u00eentr-o pulsa\u021bie a secundelor noastre
\n\u00eenainte de lumina alb\u0103;
\n\u0219i c\u00e2nd vom fi murit
\nei vor \u00eentreba de ce au purtat r\u0103zboiul,
\n\u00een timp ce carnea le cade de pe oase,
\n\u0219i va fi atunci, c\u00e2nd n-o s\u0103 mai fie nimic,
\nnici m\u0103car un singur magazin de Zara,
\nnici pe balcon steaguri
\nde la ultima partid\u0103 de fotbal,
\nnici m\u0103car cutia Pandorei,
\nc\u0103 timpul se va \u00eentoarce \u00eenapoi,
\nun glas profund va spune: \u201efac\u0103-se
\ndin nou Geneza\u201d,
\n\u0219i c\u00e2inii vor r\u0103t\u0103ci prin de\u0219ert
\nc\u0103lare pe st\u0103p\u00e2nii lor.<\/p>\n


\nDepresie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am \u00een cap un g\u00e2nd veninos,
\nzi \u0219i noapte,
\nca un fluid lipicios,
\n\u00eemi ia celelalte idei \u0219i le \u00eemplete\u0219te
\n\u00een trupul lui spinos
\nde \u00eentortocheat\u0103 am\u0103r\u0103ciune \u00een cutii de bere.
\nD\u0103-mi zah\u0103r,
\ndulce uitare,
\ndulce grea\u021b\u0103,
\npas\u0103re ce nu \u0219tie s\u0103 zboare,
\nalegi
\ntot ceea ce spui
\ndin canalele
\nveninului pe care mi-l dai.
\nAm \u00een cap un g\u00e2nd veninos,
\nzi \u0219i noapte
\n\u0219i nu am somn
\npentru a-l putea ignora.
\nMaimu\u021be dans\u00e2nd prin ochii mei,
\nlame de o\u021bel.
\nVenin,
\nnu are cine s\u0103-mi dea
\nantidoturi
\npentru creier.
\nCalamari uria\u0219i
\ndesena\u021bi cu cear\u0103.
\n\u00cenc\u00e2lcire.<\/p>\n


\nPapagal zbur\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un papagal acoperit de litere
\nzboar\u0103 \u00een form\u0103 de pung\u0103 de plastic
\nv\u00e2ntul \u00eel duce, coboar\u0103 \u0219i ridic\u0103,
\nse las\u0103 purtat, se face elastic.
\nOchi \u00een form\u0103 de ferestre \u00eel privesc,
\nbra\u021be ca ni\u0219te felinare vor s\u0103-l prind\u0103,
\ns\u0103-l \u021bin\u0103, s\u0103-l fixeze, s\u0103-l fac\u0103 nimic,
\ns\u0103-l \u021bin\u0103 sus, f\u0103r\u0103 aceast\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rziere
\npe care o provoac\u0103 v\u00e2ntul c\u00e2nd \u00eel face s\u0103 zboare,
\ndar e un papagal ca o pung\u0103,
\nce se d\u0103ruie zborului umflat de aer,
\nchiar dac\u0103 aerul \u00eel face s\u0103 zboare ca pe un obiect.<\/p>\n


\n\u00cenc\u0103 sunt viu, nu-mi cere\u021bi mai pu\u021bin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Toate b\u0103rcile \u00eenainteaz\u0103
\nchiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd se scufund\u0103
\n\u00een ad\u00e2ncurile apelor,
\nce frumoas\u0103 este imaginea odelor
\n\u00een timp ce ignori
\nsingur\u0103tatea, t\u0103cerea, ceasurile,
\ncare-l devor\u0103 pe marinar
\n\u00een eternit\u0103\u021bi care \u00eei disipeaz\u0103
\nfigura \u0219i \u00eel confund\u0103
\ncu lancea s\u0103lt\u0103rea\u021b\u0103 care danseaz\u0103
\n\u00een v\u00e2ltoarea de ap\u0103
\ncare \u00eel consum\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nJonathan Alexander Espa\u00f1a<\/strong>
\nERASO<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Pasto, Nari\u00f1o, Colombia, 1984), poet \u0219i prozator.
\nLicen\u021biat \u00een Filozofie \u021bi Litere; a publicat dou\u0103 c\u0103r\u021bi
\n\u0219i \u00een numeroase publica\u021bii din mediul na\u021bional \u0219i
\ninterna\u021bional. De asemenea, este coautorul altor dou\u0103
\nc\u0103r\u021bi Poemele sale au fost traduse \u00een francez\u0103,
\nitalian\u0103 \u0219i rom\u00e2n\u0103.
\nTraducere \u0219i prezentare: Elisabeta Bo\u021ban<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tabl\u0103 de maree<\/strong>
\nLui Roy Sig\u00fcenza<\/em><\/p>\n

I
\nSunete albastre zg\u00e2rie mla\u0219tina.
\nMarea, carne interzis\u0103.
\nII
\nValul dispare la \u021b\u0103rm.
\n\u00cen stria\u021biile homarului agonizeaz\u0103 sori.
\nIII
\nLumina str\u0103luce\u0219te \u00een alge
\n\u0218i alunec\u0103 pe pupila unui pelican.
\nIV
\nZiua \u00ee\u0219i pierde chipul \u00een ap\u0103.
\nMuzica \u00ee\u0219i depune ou\u0103le \u00een nisip.
\nV
\nSunt valul dintre pietre.
\nTrec prin sare \u0219i o supun.
\nVI
\nSf\u00e2r\u0219it \u0219i \u00eenceput:
\nb\u0103rba\u021bii de pe \u021b\u0103rm,
\nbuc\u0103\u021bi de barc\u0103 scufundat\u0103.
\nScriitor
\n\u00cen fa\u021ba ta,
\nscriitorul aerului
\nte vede din fundul
\nunui pu\u021b cu ap\u0103 dens\u0103.
\nDin ultimul val
\ncicatricile lui \u00eemi arat\u0103 calea.
\nT\u0103cerea e un azil.
\nLevitez peste o m\u00e2n\u0103 t\u0103iat\u0103.
\nPagina m\u0103 alung\u0103
\n\u00eentre rug\u0103 \u0219i cu\u021bit.
\nDelirurile poemului
\nFoile zilei
\ndescifreaz\u0103 suflarea izgonirii.
\n\u00cen desi\u0219
\nf\u0103lcile sale anun\u021b\u0103
\noriginea nop\u021bii.
\nComori
\nse pierd \u00een str\u0103lucirea
\nlunii din ap\u0103.
\nChiar \u0219i a\u0219a
\nnu a\u0219tepta ca,
\ndin ochii s\u0103i,
\nlumin\u0103 printre buruieni,
\ns\u0103 apar\u0103 delirurile poemului.
\nEl nu anun\u021b\u0103 misterul
\nnaufragia\u021bilor de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n


\nVraj\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 cuvinte.
\nNorii arat\u0103 \u00eenspre cerb.
\nUlii coboar\u0103
\nca o cea\u021b\u0103.
\nPe aceast\u0103 foaie,
\nurciorul \u0219i oasele.
\nDoar te rogi ca
\nla jum\u0103tatea poemului
\ns\u0103 nu se arate moartea.<\/p>\n


\nScriitor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u021ba ta,
\nscriitorul aerului
\nte prive\u0219te din fundul
\nunui pu\u021b cu ap\u0103 dens\u0103.
\nDin valul din urm\u0103
\ncicatricile sale \u00eemi arat\u0103 calea.
\nT\u0103cerea este un azil.
\nLevitez peste o m\u00e2n\u0103 t\u0103iat\u0103.
\nPagina m\u0103 alung\u0103
\n\u00eentre rug\u0103 \u0219i cu\u021bit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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