{"id":22416,"date":"2024-01-09T23:54:20","date_gmt":"2024-01-09T20:54:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22416"},"modified":"2024-01-09T23:54:20","modified_gmt":"2024-01-09T20:54:20","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-5-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22416","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 5 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

TRADUCERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

MARI POE\u021aI Al IUBIRII
\nCHARLES BAUDELAIRE
\n(1821 – 1867)<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0102L\u0102TORIA<\/strong>
\nlui Maxime du Camp<\/em><\/p>\n

Da, unii fug departe de-o patrie tirana,
\nIar al\u021bii de un leag\u0103n \u00eengrozitor; c\u00e2\u021biva
\nMagi \u00eeneca\u021bi \u00een ochii unei femei-satan\u0103,
\n\u00cenmiresmata Circe ce i-a robit c\u00e2ndva.<\/p>\n

A\u0219a plecam, deodat\u0103, cu min\u021bi \u00eenv\u0103p\u0103iate,
\nCu inimi de r\u0103scoal\u0103, cu suflet ame\u021bit,
\nDuc\u00e2nd spre z\u0103ri, \u00een ritmul talazurilor toate,
\nNem\u0103rginirea noastr\u0103 pe-oceanul m\u0103rginit.<\/p>\n

Dar c\u0103l\u0103tori aievea sunt doar acei ce pleac\u0103
\nSpre a pleca! sunt inimi u\u0219oare ca un pai,
\n\u00cendr\u0103gostit, copilul, de-acele h\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i stampe,
\nM\u0103soar\u0103 Universul cu-av\u00e2ntul s\u0103u de-a \u0219ti. <\/p>\n

Ah! c\u00e2t de mare-i lumea sub globul unei lampe!
\n\u0218i-n ochii amintirii ce mic\u0103 poate fi!
\nAcum, spre-a nu-i preface din nou \u00een aspre fiare,
\nSe-mbat\u0103 \u00een lumin\u0103, v\u0103zduh \u0219i \u00eenser\u0103ri, <\/p>\n

Iar gerul ce-i cuprinde \u0219i ar\u0219i\u021ba ce-i doare
\n\u0218terg urmele l\u0103sate de-acele s\u0103rut\u0103ri.
\nDe-a lor fatalitate nu pot s\u0103 se desfac\u0103,
\n\u0218i, f\u0103r\u0103-a \u0219ti pricina, \u00ee\u0219i zic de-a pururi. Hai!<\/p>\n

Cei cu dorin\u021bi asemeni cu norii \u00een plutire,
\nViseaz\u0103, cum recrutul viseaz\u0103 un asalt:
\nPl\u0103ceri nemai\u0219tiute, imense,-n devenire,
\nAl c\u0103ror nume nimeni nu l-a \u0219tiut vreodat\u2019!<\/p>\n

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\nNe-asemuim, eroare! c-o bil\u0103 ori sf\u00e2rleaz\u0103
\nCe se \u00eenv\u00e2rt \u00een cercuri; \u0219i chiar ad\u00e2nc dormind,
\nEa, Curiozitate, ne chinuie viteaz\u0103,
\nCa \u00eengerul s\u0103lbatic un soare biciuind.<\/p>\n

Ciudat\u0103 soart\u0103-n care o \u021bint\u0103 locu-\u0219i schimb\u0103,
\n\u0218i nefiind niciunde, e, poate,-n orice loc!
\nC\u00e2nd Omul, cu speran\u021ba vorbind aceea\u0219i limb\u0103,
\nS-alung\u0103-n neodihn\u0103 c\u0103tre al s\u0103u noroc!<\/p>\n

Ni-e sufletul o nav\u0103 spre \u021b\u0103rmul Icariei;
\n\u00abDeschide ochii!\u00bb, strig\u0103 pe punte-un glas amar,
\nCi se aude altul, catarg al bucuriei:
\n\u00abIubiri… pl\u0103ceri… mari glorii!\u00bb Blestem!
\nE-o st\u00e2nc\u0103, doar!<\/p>\n

Orice ostrov ce-n zare z\u00e2mbind se \u00eentrevede,
\nNe pare-un Eldorado de Soart\u0103 inventat;
\n\u00eenchipuirea-\u0219i vars\u0103 orgia-n care crede,
\nCi-n diminea\u021b\u0103-apare reciful blestemat.<\/p>\n

O, biet \u00eendr\u0103gostitul de \u021b\u0103rmii lui himerici,
\nCum po\u021bi s\u0103-l pui \u00een lan\u021buri ori s\u0103-l arunci \u00een val
\nPe-acest f\u0103r\u0103-de-seam\u0103n izvoditor de-Americi,
\nCare, vis\u00e2nd, spore\u0219te amarul abisal?<\/p>\n

La fel \u0219i vagabondul ce prin noroi gr\u0103be\u0219te,
\nCu nasu-n v\u00e2nt viseaz\u0103 un rai str\u0103lucitor,
\nPrivirea lui vr\u0103jit\u0103 o Capu\u0103 ive\u0219te
\nOriunde-o candelu\u021b\u0103 luce\u0219te-nceti\u0219or.<\/p>\n

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\nO, c\u0103l\u0103tori de vraj\u0103! ce nobile istorii
\nCitim \u00een ochii vo\u0219tri ca m\u0103rile de-ad\u00e2nci!
\nDeschide\u021bi-v\u0103 scrinul bogatelor memorii,
\nCu stranii juvaeruri de stele, ceruri, st\u00e2nci.<\/p>\n

Vrem s\u0103 plutim \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 vapori, \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 vele!
\nDin inimile-temni\u021bi ur\u00e2tul ne-alunga\u021bi,
\nPe sufletele noastre, ca p\u00e2nzele acele
\nCu z\u0103rile drept ram\u0103, din amintiri, picta\u021bi!<\/p>\n

Ei! ce-a\u021bi v\u0103zut, ne spune\u021bi?<\/p>\n

4
\n\u00abO, noi v\u0103zur\u0103m astre
\n\u0218i valuri, \u0219i, de-asemeni, lungi \u021b\u0103rmuri de nisip;
\n\u0218i, chiar lovi\u021bi de soart\u0103, surprize ori dezastre,
\nAmar\u0103 plictiseal\u0103 ni se ivea pe chip.<\/p>\n

A soarelui splendoare pe m\u0103ri violacee,
\nOra\u0219e le-n lumina t\u0103cutului amurg,
\nNe aprindeau \u00een cuget acea dorin\u021b\u0103-zece
\nDe-a ne-afunda \u00een cerul spre care toate curg.<\/p>\n

Cet\u0103\u021bi sclipind bogate, m\u0103re\u021be peisaje
\nNu ne-au atras at\u00e2ta, chiar lic\u0103rind mister,
\nPrecum cet\u0103\u021bi de nouri \u00een mi\u0219c\u0103toare vraje,
\n\u0218i iar\u0103\u0219i mai departe, c\u0103ci visuri noi ne cer!<\/p>\n

Dorin\u021ba \u00eemplinit\u0103 adaug\u0103 dorin\u021b\u0103.
\nO, tu, dorin\u021b\u0103, arbor hr\u0103nit cu volupt\u0103\u021bi,
\nCum scoar\u021ba ta se-ngroa\u0219\u0103 spre-a soarelui fiin\u021b\u0103,
\nCum ramurile-\u021bi m\u00e2ndre \u00eentind eternit\u0103\u021bi!<\/p>\n

Vei cre\u0219te pururi, arbor, \u00een totul-tot mai spornic,
\nMai nalt dec\u00e2t cire\u0219ii? \u2014 Ci iat\u0103, noi am scos
\nC\u00e2teva schi\u021be pentru albumul vostru dornic,
\nFra\u021bi ce g\u0103si\u021bi frumosul dincolo de frumos!<\/p>\n

Am salutat pe cale \u0219i idolii cu tromp\u0103
\n\u0218i tronuri podobite cu pietre de lumini,
\nPalate mari a c\u0103ror neasemuit\u0103 pomp\u0103
\nPe to\u021bi bancherii vo\u0219tri i-ar duce la ruini;<\/p>\n

Ve\u0219minte care pentru priviri sunt o minune,
\nFemei vopsindu-\u0219i din\u021bii \u0219i unghiile lungi,
\nSavan\u021bi^jongleri cu \u0219erpii \u00een alint\u0103ri nebune.\u00bb<\/p>\n

5
\n\u0218i mai departe, \u00eenc\u0103?<\/p>\n

6
\n\u00abSunte\u021bi ca ni\u0219te prunci!
\nSpre-a nu uita un lucru, din toate mai de seam\u0103,
\nC\u0103ci peste tot v\u0103zut-am, de\u0219i n-am cercetat,
\nDe sus \u00een josul sc\u0103rii, de-a pururea infam\u0103,
\nTic\u0103lo\u0219ia-ntreag\u0103 a vechiului p\u0103cat;<\/p>\n

Femeia, ce-ng\u00e2mfat\u0103, \u0219i proast\u0103, \u0219i-n sclavie
\nSe-ador\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 z\u00e2mbet nu-n patul conjugat,
\nB\u0103rbatul, despot hulpav, \u0219i dur, \u0219i-n preacurvie,
\nEl \u00eensu\u0219i sclav al sclavei, scursoare \u00een canal;<\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103ul ce r\u00e2nje\u0219te, martirul care cade,
\nSerb\u0103rile-nso\u021bite de-al s\u00e2ngelui parfum,
\nOtr\u0103vite puterii tiranilor d\u00e2nd roade,
\nMul\u021bimea-ndr\u0103gostit\u0103 de bice \u0219i de scrum;<\/p>\n

Religii, deopotriv\u0103 cu-a noastr\u0103, d\u00e2nd n\u0103val\u0103
\nSpre cerurile-nchise;
\nSfin\u021benia afl\u00e2nd \u00een cuie \u0219i-n p\u0103r aspru voltuoasa fal\u0103,
\nA\u0219a cum delica\u021bii pe-un pat de puf vis\u00e2nd;<\/p>\n

Flecara Omenire, de geniul s\u0103u beat\u0103,
\nCu mintea-nce\u021bo\u0219at\u0103. strig\u00e2nd la Dumnezeu
\n\u0218i azi, la fel, nebun\u0103 precum \u0219i alt\u0103 dat\u0103:
\n\u00abSt\u0103p\u00e2ne, al meu seam\u0103n, fii blestemat mereu!\u00bb<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2\u021biva pro\u0219ti, Demen\u021bei, adoratori de vaz\u0103,
\nFugind din marea turm\u0103 \u00eenchis\u0103 de Destin,
\n\u00cen opiul vast \u00ee\u0219i afl\u0103 a ve\u0219niciei raz\u0103!
\nAcesta este-al lumii prea-trainic buletin.\u00bb<\/p>\n

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\nAmare-nv\u0103\u021b\u0103minte ne d\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103toria!
\nAt\u00e2t de mic\u0103 lumea \u0219i monoton\u0103; ieri,
\n\u0218i azi, \u0219i m\u00e2ine,-aievea ne e fotografia:
\n\u00centunecat\u0103 oaz\u0103-n de\u0219ertul de durerii<\/p>\n

S\u0103 stai? S\u0103 pleci? Cum oare?
\nR\u0103m\u00e2i de po\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2ne;
\nDe trebuie, chiar pleac\u0103. Fug unii ori s-ascund
\nSpre-a-\u0219i \u00een\u0219ela du\u0219manul care mereu st\u0103p\u00e2n e: <\/p>\n

Timpul! Dar iat\u0103 al\u021bii spre-al z\u0103rilor rotund
\nFugind f\u0103r\u0103 oprire: Jidov-r\u0103t\u0103citorul,
\n\u0218i-apostolii \u00een groaza de-un retiar nebun,
\nNimic nu le ajunge: nici trenul, nici vaporul; <\/p>\n

Al\u021bii ucid acas\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103-a pleca la drum.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd pe grumaz, piciorul i-l vom sim\u021bi, \u0219i vina
\nVa deveni speran\u021b\u0103, porni-vom cu av\u00e2nt,
\n Precum odinioar\u0103 c\u00e2nd se pleca spre China,
\nCu ochii largi spre larguri, cu pletele \u00een v\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

Pluti-vom, deci, pe marea \u00eentinselor Tenebre
\nCu inimi bucuroase de tineri av\u00e2nta\u021bi;
\nNu auzi\u021bi, voi, glasuri vioaie \u0219i funebre,
\nChem\u00e2nd: \u00abVeni\u021bi, cei, care, dori\u021bi ca s\u0103 m\u00e2nca\u021bi<\/p>\n

Din parfumatul Lotus! Acum este culesul
\nFantasticelor fructe ce le-a\u021bi dorit \u00een vis;
\nVeni\u021bi, s\u0103 v\u0103 \u00eembete, azi, gustul lor, alesul;
\nAceast\u0103 dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103-i un infinit deschis!\u00bb<\/p>\n

\u0218tiam al cui e glasul \u0219i felul \u00eentreb\u0103rii;
\nDin z\u0103ri, Pilazii, iat\u0103, tind bra\u021be c\u0103tre noi.
\n\u00abTe-a\u0219tept\u0103 iar Electra\u00bb, ne strig\u0103-aceea c\u0103rei
\nC\u00e2ndva \u00eei s\u0103rutasem genunchii am\u00e2ndoi.<\/p>\n

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\nO, Moarte, este clipa! s\u0103 ridic\u0103m ancora!
\nE-o \u021bar\u0103 plicticoas\u0103, b\u0103tr\u00e2ne c\u0103pitan!
\nDe-i de c\u0103rbune cerul iar marea-\u0219i umfl\u0103 hora,
\n\u00cen inimi arde dorul, neprih\u0103nit elan!<\/p>\n

Otrava ta ne-o toarn\u0103: o bem f\u0103r\u0103 de team\u0103!
\n\u00cen creier s\u0103 ne ard\u0103 nest\u0103vilit ecou,<\/p>\n

Infern sau rai, totuna, cu-abisul lor ne cheam\u0103!
\nVrem doar Necunoscutul \u0219i-n miezu-i ceva nou!<\/p>\n

Traducere de <\/em>RADU C\u00c2RNECI<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nMARIUS CHELARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Timpul prins \u00een capcan\u0103 dup\u0103 perdeaua neagr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eDup\u0103 perdeaua neagr\u0103
\nTimpul prins \u00een capcan\u0103
\nNa\u0219te corbi negri
\n\u00cen mas\u0103 se sparge timpul
\n\u00cen locul pitei de anul trecut
\nCuvintele fr\u00e2nghie
\nSe \u00eenf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 \u00een cercul magic al basmului
\nTu vorbe\u0219ti lini\u0219tit
\nEu m\u0103 \u00eenv\u00e2rtesc \u00een ritm de bacara
\nVai de mine
\nDar
\nNu e important
\nM\u0103 visez viu
\nPrecum p\u00e2inea de anul trecut”
\n(Ramadan Mehmeti, Perdeaua neagr\u0103)<\/p>\n

\u00cen ultimii ani au ap\u0103rut \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103, probabil (dup\u0103 informa\u021biile pe care le am) cele mai multe \u00een traducerea lui Baki Ymeri, apoi Luan \u0219i Renata Topciu, un num\u0103r semnificativ de c\u0103r\u021bi de poezie de limb\u0103 albanez\u0103 (antologii colective sau volume de autor), preponderent din Kosovo \u0219i Albania, dar nu numai. Astfel, volumele \u00een care sunt crea\u021bii ale unor poe\u021bi de pe diferite paliere valorice\/ tematice, stilistice sau cu diferite \u00eencadr\u0103ri spa\u021bio-temporale (\u0219i am \u00een vedere nu at\u00e2t r\u0103sp\u00e2ndirea limbii albaneze \u00een Balcani, c\u00e2t \u0219i emigra\u021bia, prezent\u0103 \u0219i ea \u00een traducerile amintite) pot ajuta cititorul rom\u00e2n s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i fac\u0103 o imagine despre curentele, evolu\u021bia \u00een timp\/ spa\u021biu dar mai ales poezia contemporan\u0103 de limb\u0103 albanez\u0103.
\nUn alt autor care se adaug\u0103 listei celor tradu\u0219i In limba rom\u00e2n\u0103 este scriitorul \u0219i editorul kosovo Ramadan Mehmeti, n\u0103scut \u00een 1948 la Livocii de Joi comuna Ghilan, \u00een vecin\u0103tatea fluviului Morava.
\nC\u0103 a fost martor\/ tr\u0103itor a mai multor etape din istoria (\u0219i literar\u0103, \u0219i politic\u0103) a regiunii, este un fapt ce se vede \u0219i \u00een maniera \u00een care sunt scrise poemele din volum (antologie de autor) – f\u0103r\u0103 a putea vorb \u00eens\u0103 de mari distonan\u021be stilistice\/ de abordare Antologia \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u0219i un mozaic tematic, cu teme\/ motive predominante sau mai pregnant\/ des \u00eent\u00e2lnite, care pot genera unele valen\u021be interpretative.
\nAstfel, \u00een poemele selectate fa\u021beta cu trimitere social\u0103 este abia \u00eentrev\u0103zut\u0103 (\u00een poeme ca: dco\/o unde am pus hotarul cel sf\u00e2nt, Europa b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i, poate, Moartea joac\u0103 la rulet\u0103 sau Oriunde ai pomi (\u201eOriunde ai porni\/ Nu po\u021bi merge at\u00e2t de departe\/ \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 ui\u021bi limba\/ \u00eenainta\u0219ilor t\u0103i\u201d).
\nAp\u0103sarea curgerii timpului, cuv\u00e2ntul (uitat ap\u0103s\u0103tor \u0219.a.; \u201ecuvintele m\u0103 ucid \u00een toiul inimii*), harfa (\u201e\u00eentr-o harf\u0103 zace lini\u0219tea\/ \u00eenmorm\u00e2nt\u00e2nd sentimentul meu viu\u201d), nop\u021bile f\u0103r\u0103 somn, drumul (,pe care nu \u00eel g\u0103sim\u201d), rememorarea clipelor petrecute cu iubita, vis, dragostea (fie ne\u00eemplinit\u0103, fie fr\u00e2nt\u0103 de timp – \u201eNumai dorul nu a \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit\/ Prin anotimpul t\u0103cerii”; dar: \u201eiubirea este dulcea\u021b\u0103\/ \u0219i calm s\u0103lbatic*), pierderea ei, c\u0103utarea, a\u0219teptarea, dorin\u021ba de reg\u0103sire \u0219.a.), triste\u021bea (\u201epesc\u0103ru\u0219ii zboar\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 aripi\/ c\u00e2nd \u00eei ucide triste\u021bea\u201d; sau: \u201etriste\u021bea usuc\u0103\/ fa\u021ba ei\/ precum cuv\u00e2ntul uitat”), oglinda, noaptea (ambivalen\u021b\u0103, \u00een\u0219el\u0103toare sau care ascunde\/ lini\u0219te\u0219te\/ schimb\u0103 \u0219.a.), singur\u0103tatea (care poate fi \u0219i \u201eardent\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103\u201d), fuga de\/ din sine (\u201eam fugit c\u00e2t mai departe de mine”) fie spre copil\u0103rie (\u201em-am rugat copil\u0103riei s\u0103 m\u0103 ia \u00een p\u00e2ntec\/ \u00eenainte s\u0103 m\u0103 acopere noaptea\/ \u00een livada f\u0103r\u0103 iarb\u0103\u201d; sau: \u201ene-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit aici unde nu ne putem desp\u0103r\u021bi\/ Eu \u0219i Copil\u0103ria \u00eentr-o ramur\u0103\/ privirile noastre IM \u00eenconjurat verdea\u021ba”), fie spre un trecut marcat de anumite valen\u021be (iubirea, nostalgia pur \u0219i simplu a zilelor care au fost \u0219.a.)
\nAm putea s\u0103 ne oprim \u00eenc\u0103 la timp\/ curgerea\/ ap\u0103sarea \u0219i diversele corolare de semnifica\u021bii (nu avem acum \u00een vedere pe cele legate de social\/ istorie) care \u00eei sunt atribuite de autor (\u201edup\u0103 perdea\/ r\u0103m\u00e2ne diagrama timpului\/ care vine \u00een vatra\/ limbii mele”; sau \u201eacel drum care s-a \u00eencurcat p\u00e2n\u0103 la Tine\/ \u00een tr\u0103sura neagr\u0103 alunec\u0103 timpul\/ \u00een timp ce lumea schimb\u0103 oglinda; sau: \u201e\u00eentr-o legend\u0103 vie a \u0218eherezadei\/ se m\u0103soar\u0103 bietul timp care mai moare” \u0219.a.). Sau la fe\u021bele singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii, \u0219i \u00een consonan\u021b\u0103 cu dragostea (poate cel mai reu\u0219it poem din volum, pe aceast\u0103 tem\u0103, este Zei\u021ba tuturor c\u00e2ntecelor) \u0219i modul \u00een care este ea oglindit\u0103 \u00een versurile selectate (\u201eacum m-am obi\u0219nuit s\u0103 iau m\u00e2inile \u0219i ochii c\u00e2ntecele\/ pentru a mi le \u00eenmorm\u00e2nta \u00een patul inimii”; \u201e\u00een aceast\u0103 noapte grea c\u00e2t dep\u0103rtarea ta cea apropiat\u0103\/ spre mirare stau \u00een aceast\u0103 nebunie\/ \u00een fa\u021ba trupului t\u0103u ce l-a adus norocul\u201d). Am putea vorbi \u00een poezia lui Ramadan Mehmeti \u0219i despre acea \u201emodern\u0103 nostalgie a misterului” (dac\u0103 folosim terminologia lui Julien Gracq (1910 – 2007), poate nu foarte elaborat\u0103, dar prezent\u0103, cu nuan\u021be personale, \u00een unele din poemele selectate.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 avem de a face cu un tablou al vie\u021bii (departe de decorul r\u0103zboiului, tensiunilor sociale care au marcat regiunea \u00een care tr\u0103ie\u0219te poetul), acceptat\u0103 ca un mediu\/ motiva\u021bie \u0219i materie\/ substan\u021b\u0103 a poeziei, fa\u021b\u0103 cu \u00eemprejur\u0103rile care l-au marcat \u00een chip particular, de amintirile\/ tr\u0103irile ap\u0103sate\/ erodate de timp, \u00eentr-un discurs \u00een tonuri existen\u021biale, cu intruziuni \u00een meditativ\/ oniric. Nu este vorba despre o \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tur\u0103 ontic\u0103 special\u0103 ori o inadaptabilitate de \u00een vreun fel sau altul, poetul nu pare s\u0103 fi c\u0103utat asta, ci mai cur\u00e2nd de o scriere meditativ\/ reflexiv\/ descriptiv\/ constatativ\u0103, cu accente pe o \u00eentoarcerea la o limpid\u0103 intimitate (fie \u0219i a g\u00e2ndului, tr\u0103irilor, amintirilor, medita\u021biilor \u0219.a.)
\nO antologie de autor care \u00eel adaug\u0103 pe Mehmet Ramadani la galeria poe\u021bilor de limb\u0103 albanez\u0103 a p\u0103truns \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ramadan Mehmeti<\/strong>, Pentagrama inimii\/ Pentagrami i zemres<\/em>, poezie albanez\u0103 din Kosovo, antologie de poezie rom\u00e2n\u0103-albanez\u0103, versiunea \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103: Baki Ymeri, prefa\u021b\u0103: Marius Chelaru, Bucure\u0219ti, 2009<\/p>\n


\nIANNIS VARVERIS<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218oseaua na\u021bional\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Totu\u0219i, po\u021bi fi \u0219i tandr\u0103 \u2013
\nPoate e\u0219ti asemeni ur\u00e2telor lumii,
\n\u00eendurerate, z\u0103vor\u00e2te \u00een spatele obloanelor,
\ntem\u00e2ndu-se de lumin\u0103
\n\u0219i de chipurile noastre la lumin\u0103;
\npoate c\u0103 e\u0219ti asemeni acelor t\u0103cute care,
\ndac\u0103 ne-ar vorbi, ar face poezia inutil\u0103,
\ndac\u0103 ne-ar s\u0103ruta,
\ns\u0103rutul lor nu s-ar usca \u00een veac,
\niar, dac\u0103 ne-ar iubi,
\nne-ar preface \u00een \u00eens\u0103\u0219i Iubirea.
\nCeva \u00eemi spune
\nc\u0103 e\u0219ti cu adev\u0103rat asemeni lor…
\n\u0219i-acum ai cutezat,
\no, dezgust\u0103toarea mea Domni\u0219oar\u0103,
\ns\u0103 alergi \u00een t\u0103cere
\npe banda din fa\u021b\u0103,
\norbind noaptea cu luminile Tale,
\nE\u0219ti cu adev\u0103rat asemeni lor \u2013
\nc\u0103ci o putere \u00eenmiresmat\u0103
\n\u00eemi \u00eempinge m\u00e2na
\ns\u0103-ntorc volanul
\ns\u0103 vin din sens opus
\n\u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 zdrobesc
\n\u00een bra\u021bele Tale.<\/p>\n

Traducere de SORINA MUNTEANU<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nTeodora Jurma<\/strong><\/p>\n

Q s-a visat ieri mireas\u0103
\na pe dedesubt purta n\u0103fram\u0103 neagr\u0103<\/p>\n

Q se m\u0103rit\u0103 cu o maimu\u021b\u0103 \u2013
\nchicoteau vecinele ei literele <\/p>\n

am s\u0103 dau lumii \u00eenapoi
\nv\u0103lul alb striga ea<\/p>\n

st\u0103 \u00een firea unui lucru
\ns\u0103 se iubeasc\u0103 cu oricare alt lucru –
\nmai chicoteau ele<\/p>\n

atunci ea s-a visat
\no planet\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103<\/p>\n

nu vezi iubirea sorilor
\npentru planete oric\u00e2t de \u00eendep\u0103rtate
\nau mai apucat ele s\u0103 strige
\n \u00een timp ce Q se pref\u0103cea
\n\u00eentr-un sor alb<\/p>\n

****
\nori de cate ori
\ntrupul ei se sf\u0103r\u00e2ma
\nel \u00eengenunchea fiind
\n\u00eenconjurat de nisipul
\ncare curgea
\nsingura punte icoana
\nde pe peretele unde
\nea \u0219i-a lipit m\u00e2inile
\n\u00eempreunate<\/p>\n

****
\nsingur\u0103tate In alb
\ndesenul t\u0103u sub\u021bire
\nies din tine tiptil oamenii
\npe care i-am iubit
\nvopsesc cu ei gardul ultimului
\nc\u00e2ine
\nsingur\u0103tate
\ncu picioarele at\u00e2rnate de lun\u0103
\nnumeri perii albi ai
\nprimelor amintiri<\/p>\n


\nLeo BUTNARU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

C\u00c2ND TE EXAMINEZI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uneori
\nc\u00e2nd te autoexaminezi
\n\u00eendrept\u00e2ndu-\u021bi \u00eentreaga aten\u021bie
\nasupra
\npropriului sine
\nsim\u021bi c\u0103 acolo
\n\u00een interiorul t\u0103u
\nse mi\u0219c\u0103 ceva: e…
\nautodistrugerea…<\/p>\n


\nBALAURUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

A omor\u00ee timpul.
\n(Elementar\u0103 spus\u0103 rom\u00e2neasc\u0103)<\/p>\n

Timpule \u2014 balaur fa\u021b\u0103 de care
\navem \u0219i oarece preten\u021bie \u2014 de ce
\nai doar trei capete \u2014
\nprezent trecut viitor?<\/p>\n

\u00cen vreme ce noi
\nam fi \u00een stare s\u0103-\u021bi retez\u0103m
\n\u0219i altele c\u00e2teva…<\/p>\n


\nCENU\u0218A \u0218I ZEII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prometeu le-a furat zeilor focul
\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-le cenu\u0219a \u2014 s\u0103 aib\u0103
\nce-\u0219i pune \u00een cap…<\/p>\n


\nT\u0102CEREA DE ONOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se ispr\u0103vi
\n\u0218i
\nguralivul Demostene…
\n\u00eel credem
\npe t\u0103cerea lui de onoare…<\/p>\n

ORA\u0218UL<\/p>\n

De diminea\u021b\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 spre amiaz\u0103
\n popula\u021bia acestui ora\u0219 cre\u0219te
\ncu aproximativ
\n 70 de mii de nefiin\u021be aproximative
\n care nu cresc deloc<\/p>\n

De cu sear\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 spre miezul nop\u021bii
\npopula\u021bia ora\u0219ului scade p\u00e2n\u0103 la
\nvreo 10 mu de nefiin\u021be
\n(un recens\u0103m\u00e2nt c\u00e2t de c\u00e2t credibil.
\n\u00eenc\u0103 nu a fost f\u0103cut) <\/p>\n

Iar cei dintre domniile voastre
\ncare \u00eenc\u0103 nu s-au l\u0103sat cu totul
\nde agerii copii care au fost acum 50
\nsau poate 80 de ani
\nsunt \u00een stare a dezlega enigma
\nstraniului ora\u0219 cu fluxul
\n\u0219i refluxul s\u0103u de popula\u021bie-nefiin\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

…Sigur
\nacesta e nesigurul ora\u0219 al p\u0103pu\u0219ilor- matro\u0219ka
\n\u00een care
\nde diminea\u021b\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 spre amiaz\u0103
\nnu mai e doar o \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103teas\u0103
\nekatrina \u2014 ci vreo 5-6
\nnu mai e doar un milescu-sp\u0103taru la
\ncurtea lui<\/p>\n

petru I
\nCi vreo 4-5 sp\u0103tari-t\u0103lmaci \u0219i cam 10
\n\u021bari petru
\nnu mai e doar un dimitrie cantemir ci
\n\u2014 mai mul\u021bi
\nnu mai e doar un lenin – ci cam 7
\nnu mai e un stalin \u2014 ci vreo 8-9
\ndin diferen\u021be risipindu-se sau readunandu-se cele 70
\nversus
\n\u0219i viceversus
\n10 mii de fanto\u0219e…<\/p>\n


\nPARDON…<\/strong><\/p>\n

(amintiri din adolescent\u0103)
\n…ce erotic
\nmulgeau tinerele \u0219atene vacile
\nla ferma kolhozului..<\/p>\n


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

Personal, cred c\u0103 fiecare om se g\u00e2nde\u0219te m\u0103car o dat\u0103 pe zi s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pun\u0103 cap\u0103t zilelor.
\nAlberto Moravia<\/em><\/p>\n

Bine\u00een\u021beles
\npentru ca s\u0103 nu fiu r\u0103u \u00een\u021beles
\nrecunosc c\u0103
\naidoma domniilor voastre
\n\u0219i eu sunt \u00eencercat de g\u00e2ndul de a m\u0103
\nsinucide totdeauna dezam\u0103git c\u0103 nu am vreun
\nmotiv sigur
\nde a o face…<\/p>\n

Iar faptul c\u0103 m-am n\u0103scut totu\u0219i
\ndeocamdat\u0103 nu mi se pare
\nsuficient de conving\u0103tor<\/p>\n


\nA SUPRAVIE\u021aUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

proletari din toate \u021b\u0103rile,
\ncine dintre domniile voastre,
\ntovar\u0103\u0219i,
\nar fi marele artist care ar putea reda
\nmai plastic
\nca un tic, ca un tic, ca un tic!
\nincredibilul sentiment: a supravie\u021bui
\nuniunii sovietice?!<\/p>\n


\nPENTRU A-MI DA SEAMA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Privesc \u00een oglind\u0103 nu
\npentru a constata c\u0103 sunt
\nci pentru a-mi da seama c\u0103 odat\u0103
\nnu voi mai fi
\nnici aici
\nnici acolo<\/p>\n


\nSAU VICEVERSA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oamenii cred c\u0103 \u0219tiu
\ncum arat\u0103 \u00eengerii –
\nbine\u00een\u021beles
\n\u00een sens prost \u00een\u021beles
\npentru aceasta
\nmai mul\u021bi pictori
\nau ars pe rug
\nfiindc\u0103 religia
\nca \u0219i arta \u2014
\nsau viceversa –
\ncere jertfe…<\/p>\n

UNUL SUPREM<\/p>\n

Unul \u0219i cu unul fac doi?…<\/p>\n

\u00een afar\u0103 de tot ce nu este lichid –
\n\u00een doi stropi de ap\u0103
\nsau de vin
\nsau de s\u00e2nge –
\nc\u00e2nd este adunat unul \u0219i cu unul –
\nobiect lucru sau \u2014 cum se \u0219tie \u2014
\n\u0219i abstracta cifr\u0103 adunat\u0103
\n\u00eengem\u0103nat\u0103
\ncu ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i \u2014
\nobligatoriu fac doi – exerci\u021biu la
\nmintea copilului;
\ndoi stropi de s\u00e2nge
\n\u00eens\u0103
\naduna\u021bi unul \u0219i
\ncu cel\u0103lalt
\nfac tot un strop de s\u00e2nge
\ndoar c\u0103 mai mare;<\/p>\n

imagineaz\u0103-\u021bi s\u00e2ngele nostru
\nal meu \u0219i al t\u0103u
\ndar \u0219i cel al tuturor p\u0103m\u00e2ntenilor
\nca ni\u0219te stropi supradimensiona\u021bi
\naduna\u021bi
\nunul la altul
\nla to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi stropi
\npentru a face de asemenea
\nun singur strop \u2014 fantastic de mare
\npeste m\u0103rile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\n\u0219i minuscul totu\u0219i
\n\u00een infinitul universului…<\/p>\n


\n\u00ceN MINTEA PRUNCULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zi de Pa\u0219ti. Universul
\ncade din nou \u00een mintea copiilor
\n\u00een mintea
\npruncului Hristos… (\u00een
\nluminoasa minte a pruncului cade \u2014
\nprecizez
\npentru a nu trezi cine \u0219tie ce discu\u021bii
\nnedorite…)<\/p>\n


\nLUT<\/strong><\/p>\n

…Geneza fiind
\nabso-
\nLUTUL
\npe care l-a fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat
\n\u00eentre degete
\nDUMNEZEU…<\/p>\n


\nPRIM\u0102VARA IUBIRII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce scurt\u0103 fost-a prim\u0103vara iubirii \u2014
\nAlba ca Z\u0103pada s
\ne topi…<\/p>\n


\n\u00ceNTRE ADAGIU \u0218I ADAGIO<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eentre
\nadagiu
\n\u0218i
\nadagio
\nce vie suflare – fanfara
\n\u00eenmorm\u00e2nt\u0103rilor…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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