{"id":2171,"date":"2015-08-17T07:57:18","date_gmt":"2015-08-17T04:57:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=2171"},"modified":"2022-09-12T12:43:16","modified_gmt":"2022-09-12T09:43:16","slug":"zanganele-xcvii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=2171","title":{"rendered":"Z\u0103ng\u0103nele XCVII"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/image14-e1439787362612.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2172 aligncenter lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/image14-e1439787362612-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"image\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/image14-e1439787362612-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/image14-e1439787362612.jpg 720w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 225px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 225\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-medium wp-image-2172 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/image14-e1439787362612-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"image\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/image14-e1439787362612-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/image14-e1439787362612.jpg 720w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00centr-o singur\u0103 zi se nasc poe\u021bii. Doar o singur\u0103 clip\u0103 \u00eei trimite dincolo, \u00een raiul cuvintelor surori.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Poeziile se nasc toate ast\u0103zi \u0219i nu mai mor niciodat\u0103. Ie\u0219ite din jobenul ochilor \u00eenchi\u0219i au nume \u0219i prenume, au m\u00e2ini care se transform\u0103 \u00een aripi, picioare de iamb, inim\u0103 ve\u0219nic\u0103. Au Aura lor. \u0218i eu pe a mea. Se \u00eempline\u0219te un an, primul de la na\u0219terea ei ca martor al ve\u0219niciei \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 unul \u00een care n-a mai avut r\u0103bdare s\u0103 ne fie al\u0103turi cu vorba, cu spiritul \u0219i fapta. Aura St\u00e2ngaciu, un chip prea pu\u021bin familiar, antet azi unui portret de cruce, un g\u00e2nd at\u00e2rnat de o dorin\u021b\u0103 ne\u00eemplinit\u0103, cea de-a fi om pe de-a-ntregul. Un om f\u0103r\u0103 trup, un trup f\u0103r\u0103 om. Sora mea de pus pe prima carte.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Mi-e la fel de greu ca \u0219i prima oar\u0103. Vorbele se \u00eempotmolesc, nu se \u00eenvoiesc s\u0103 fie scrise lesne, z\u0103bovesc cu \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nare \u00een alveolele amprentelor \u0219i amu\u021besc. Tac, se cufund\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219tea pio\u0219eniei \u0219i m\u0103 suspend\u0103 \u00een iner\u021bie. Cum a\u0219 mai putea rosti vreodat\u0103 durere c\u00e2nd ea a avut-o pe toat\u0103? Cum m-a\u0219 mai putea \u00eenchina lui Dumnezeu c\u00e2nd ea a f\u0103cut \u00eenchin\u0103ri din cuvinte, icoane din g\u00e2nduri, \u00eengeri din poezii? Cum m-a\u0219 mai putea eu \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219a Lui cu rug\u0103min\u021bi c\u00e2nd Aura i le-a \u00een\u0103l\u021bat pe toate? Cu ce drept s\u0103-i cer Lui iubire c\u00e2nd Aura o primise pe toat\u0103 din sufletul lui divin? Cum s\u0103-i cer Lui iertare c\u00e2nd ea, cea mai p\u0103c\u0103toas\u0103 dintre to\u021bi p\u0103m\u00e2ntenii, o primise \u00eentru totul?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">M-am l\u0103sat rugat, fiindc\u0103 n-am mai vrut s\u0103 dest\u0103inui soa\u021bei c\u0103 avusesem aceea\u0219i pornire, s\u0103 merg cu inima acolo unde str\u0103juie\u0219te printre cavouri \u0219i gropi ordinare toate regretele mele. \u0218edeau cumin\u021bi, alinia\u021bi, cu oasele dezgolite \u00een sicrie, cu tigvele c\u0103tre cer, cu privirea ori doar numele urm\u0103rindu-m\u0103 \u00een treac\u0103t. Am primit \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 lec\u021bia trecerii dincolo, aducerii aminte, ritualului luminii prinse de mucul de lum\u00e2nare, atingerii chipului prins \u00een rama rece, ovoid\u0103, ve\u0219nic\u0103, cu iubire trimis\u0103 cerului. Mi-am rev\u0103zut prietenii, le-am dat bine\u021be, i-am \u00eentrebat \u00een g\u00e2nd ce mai fac \u0219i le-am promis s\u0103 ne revedem peste exact un an. Arcu\u0219 \u00ee\u0219i pusese sacou maron, Aura avea aceea\u0219i p\u0103l\u0103rie fistichiu pus\u0103 peste pletele abanos, bunicii st\u0103teau piti\u021bi dup\u0103 acelea\u0219i \u00eengr\u0103diri, Ion, Ioana, Maria, Marin, Gheorghe, Aristic\u0103, Pavel, Petru, Mihai, Constantin, Jana, F\u0103nica&#8230; erau to\u021bi acolo, de straj\u0103 nemuririi. Epitaful domnului L\u0103z\u0103roiu era \u00eenc\u0103 neatins, cuvintele Aurei sculptate \u00een aceea\u0219i marmur\u0103.<br \/>\n17 August, ziua Aurei, 17 martie 2014, ziua poeziei:<\/p>\n<p>Galaxie<\/p>\n<p>M-a\u0219 arunca \u00een galaxie<br \/>\nS\u0103-mi pierd urma negre\u0219it<br \/>\nS\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai g\u0103seasc\u0103 nimeni<br \/>\nNici \u00een mii de ani t\u00e2rzii<br \/>\nS\u0103 stau lini\u0219tit\u0103-n praful<br \/>\nStelelor din galaxii.<br \/>\nA\u0219 pl\u00e2nge-n sf\u00e2r\u0219it liber<br \/>\nLiber\u00e2ndu-m\u0103-n milenii<br \/>\nDe durerea planetar\u0103<br \/>\n\u0218i m-a\u0219 \u00eenv\u00e2rti frenetic<br \/>\nDe-abisale bucurii<br \/>\n\u00cempletite-n fericiri.<br \/>\nM-a\u0219 pierde f\u0103r\u0103 regret<br \/>\n\u00cen infinitul univers<br \/>\nF\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103-ntorc vreodat&#8217;<br \/>\nPe p\u0103m\u00e2nt plin de infern.<\/p>\n<p>La mul\u021bi ani, oriunde-ai fi!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00centr-o singur\u0103 zi se nasc poe\u021bii. Doar o singur\u0103 clip\u0103 \u00eei trimite dincolo, \u00een raiul cuvintelor surori. Poeziile se nasc<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":2172,"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":[2,97],"tags":[178,216,48],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2171"}],"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\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2171"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2171\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19142,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2171\/revisions\/19142"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2172"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2171"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}