{"id":22643,"date":"2024-02-12T22:37:29","date_gmt":"2024-02-12T19:37:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22643"},"modified":"2024-02-12T22:38:52","modified_gmt":"2024-02-12T19:38:52","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-92-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22643","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 92 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Gabriel GHERB\u0102LU\u021a\u0102 <\/strong>
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pentru tine<\/strong><\/p>\n

dor urmele pe nisipul umed al \u021b\u0103rmului
\nte strig\u0103 neputin\u021ba umbrei mele \u0219chioap\u0103
\ne\u0219ti copil\u0103ria mea disp\u0103rut\u0103-o amintire<\/p>\n

te a\u0219tept la intersec\u021bia din poez
\neu b\u0103tr\u00e2nul om\/pas\u0103re \u00eendr\u0103gostit de ideea de tine
\nte a\u0219tept, Lara s\u0103-\u021bi d\u0103ruiesc cuv\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n

trenul care te va aduce de la mare
\ne trenul regal al poemului perfect
\n\u0219tiu! vei spune c\u0103 nu exist\u0103 poemul perfect<\/p>\n

te voi contrazice
\ndin drag de tine \u00eel voi compune
\ntu vino, doar!<\/p>\n


\npentru totdeauna sau poate… niciodat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne, unde au disp\u0103rut vr\u0103biu\u021bele din ora\u0219ul \u0103sta?
\nau r\u0103mas doar trotuarele pr\u0103fuite
\npesc\u0103ru\u0219ii fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi \u0219i g\u0103l\u0103gio\u0219i de pe malul apei
\n\u0219i corbul b\u0103tr\u00e2n de pe blocul de vis \u00e0 vis
\naaa! a mai r\u0103mas b\u0103tr\u00e2nul om\/pas\u0103re
\nla fel de singur ca felinarul din col\u021bul balconului
\n\u0219i jum\u0103tatea de copac ce o z\u0103re\u0219te c\u00e2nd fumeaz\u0103 la geam<\/p>\n

spune, tu, vr\u0103jitorule, nu \u021bi-e dor de vr\u0103biu\u021ba
\ndin colbul de pe strada din spatele pie\u021bei centrale
\ncare cu g\u0103l\u0103gia ciripitului ei
\n\u00eenveselea toat\u0103 strada?
\nspune ce trebuie s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi dau s\u0103 faci vraja aia
\ncare s\u0103 o aduc\u0103 \u00eenapoi<\/p>\n

mi-e dor de ea, merlin
\nmi-e dor s\u0103 o v\u0103d cum scoate limba
\nla oamenii cenu\u0219ii ai ora\u0219ului
\nmi-e tare dor<\/p>\n


\nridic\u0103-te \u0219i umbl\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

acum sunt transparent ca sticla de murano
\nnu pot ascunde nimic de tine
\nto\u021bi v\u0103d asta tu nu<\/p>\n

ce \u021bi-e \u0219i cu trupul \u0103sta al meu
\nnu pot ascunde nimic \u00een el
\nnici m\u0103car nefericirea
\nfericirea, da, o ascund bine
\ne criz\u0103 de fericire acum
\nnu m\u0103 invidia\u021bi c\u0103 sunt fericit<\/p>\n

ridic\u0103-te \u0219i umbl\u0103, gabriel
\nnemi\u0219carea \u00ee\u021bi rugine\u0219te sentimentele
\nsc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie ca o balama neuns\u0103<\/p>\n

ridic\u0103-te \u0219i umbl\u0103
\nsau respir\u0103-\u021bi cuv\u00e2ntul m\u0103car
\n\u00een urma l\u0103sat\u0103 de un poez pe nisip<\/p>\n


\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd-o<\/strong><\/p>\n

deasupra fiec\u0103rui poet st\u0103 un zeu
\ndeasupra fiec\u0103rui zeu st\u0103 nemurirea
\ndeasupra tuturor este arta<\/p>\n

la masa asta viseaz\u0103 to\u021bi
\nh\u0103lcile de carne sunt mari \u0219i grase
\np\u00e2inea cald\u0103 \u0219i gustoas\u0103
\niar vinul…
\nvinul e al Domnului<\/p>\n

exist\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 pe hart\u0103
\nun spa\u021biu alb imens nedescoperit \u00eenc\u0103
\nacolo deasupra fiec\u0103rui poet st\u0103 un zeu
\niar deasupra lor, poezia<\/p>\n


\ndixit<\/strong><\/p>\n

singurul lucru viu din cu\u0219ca trupului meu
\neste s\u00e2ngele<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 de cur\u00e2nd erau \u0219i cuvintele-mi vii
\ndar au murit ucise \u00een poezie<\/p>\n

ucide \u0219i tr\u0103ie\u0219te –
\ncondi\u021bia artistului care-\u0219i supravie\u021buie\u0219te operei –<\/p>\n

tr\u0103im sau murim, nu \u0219tim de ce
\nparc\u0103 ar conta…<\/p>\n


\ndespre poet<\/strong><\/p>\n

poetul este un supravie\u021buitor
\nal lui \u00eensu\u0219i
\nal m\u00e2inilor cu care \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 rugina cuv\u00e2ntului
\nal furtunilor st\u00e2rnite de nesiguran\u021b\u0103
\nal decep\u021biilor
\nmai ales al decep\u021biilor<\/p>\n

st\u0103 singur la mas\u0103
\n\u0219i soarbe cu \u00eenghi\u021bituri mici
\ndin s\u00e2ngele poemului
\n\u00een timp ce supravie\u021buie\u0219te singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii<\/p>\n


\ncade cortina<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu \u00eendr\u0103znim s\u0103 ne ridic\u0103m
\nspectacolul s-a terminat demult
\nnimeni \u00een sal\u0103
\ndoar noi
\nnoi care nu \u00eendr\u0103znim
\ns\u0103 ne d\u0103m m\u00e2inile
\n\u0219i s\u0103 ne lu\u0103m r\u0103mas bun<\/p>\n

din culise regizorul ne prive\u0219te
\ndoi actori obosi\u021bi s\u0103-\u0219i joace rolul
\nmarionete la cap\u0103t de sfori
\n\u00een m\u00e2inile p\u0103pu\u0219arului<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu reu\u0219im
\nne desprindem de scaune
\np\u0103r\u0103sim poemul<\/p>\n

m\u00e2ine va fi bine<\/p>\n


\nart\u0103 poetic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

cuvinte, frunze pe asfalt, ciori,
\nclopotul de la utrenie,
\nluna c\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een ochiul de balt\u0103<\/p>\n

masa din col\u021bul c\u00e2rciumii,
\nosp\u0103tarul soios at\u00e2rnat de \u0219ervetul \u0219i mai soios,
\npaharul cu votc\u0103 v\u0103rsat pe jum\u0103tate, pe fa\u021ba de mas\u0103 soioas\u0103,
\nbufetul g\u0103rii cu biroul de cuvinte pierdute<\/p>\n

poezie la fel de imprevizibil\u0103
\nca un stol de vr\u0103bii gure\u0219e<\/p>\n

poetul?
\npoetul \u00eent\u00e2rzie<\/p>\n


\nPetru\u021b P\u00c2RVESCU<\/strong>
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de parc\u0103 le murise cineva<\/strong><\/p>\n

nimic
\n\u015fi toate umblau dup\u0103 aceea r\u0103zle\u0163e<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o diminea\u0163\u0103 se trezise tot satu’
\ncu zeci de afi\u015fe lungi colorate
\nlipite \u00een grab\u0103 cu coc\u0103 sleit\u0103
\npe gardurile \u015fi por\u0163ile oamenilor<\/p>\n

citea omu’
\nc\u0103 unii mai \u015ftiau carte
\ndar a\u015fa pe furi\u015f
\npe chior\u00e2te pe sub spr\u00e2ncene
\nde departe
\nceva pe care deh
\nnu prea \u00een\u0163elegeau bine atunci<\/p>\n

cum o s\u0103 fac\u0103 \u015fi la p\u0103cala
\ndup\u0103 noua r\u00e2nduial\u0103 colectiv\u0103
\ndespre ni\u015fte chiaburi oameni r\u0103i
\ncare trebuiau demasca\u0163i
\n(adic\u0103 p\u00e2r\u00e2\u0163i) la sfatu\u2019 popular<\/p>\n

cum o s\u0103 creasc\u0103 de-acum p\u00e2inea \u00een \u0163\u0103st
\nlat\u0103 pe vatr\u0103
\nde-o s\u0103 se mire c\u0103scat ochiul cum\u0103trei
\no s\u0103 curg\u0103 mierea \u015fi laptele ne\u00een\u0163\u0103rcat
\nde-a lungul \u015fi de-a latul
\npe noroia \u015fi pe g\u00e2rla vezii la vale<\/p>\n

\u015fi fiecare dup\u0103 putere \u015fi trebuin\u0163\u0103
\no s\u0103 bage a\u015fa
\nc\u00e2nd are chef \u015fi poft\u0103 de\u015ftu\u2019 \u0103la sub\u0163ire \u015fi lung
\nc\u00e2nd o vrea
\nc\u00e2t o vrea
\n\u015fi multe alte victorii promise mereu altora<\/p>\n

zile \u015fi nop\u0163i \u00een prim\u0103vara noroadelor
\ncu s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni lungi f\u0103r\u0103 duminici<\/p>\n

slovele deveneau vorbe
\n\u015fi una c\u00e2te una treceau pragul
\nintrau la om \u00een curte \u00een cas\u0103 \u015fi \u00een obor la vite<\/p>\n

nimic \u015fi toate deodat\u0103 \u00een calendarul f\u0103r\u0103 sfin\u021bi<\/p>\n

umblau femeile prin sat mai mult \u00een negru
\nca la priveghi
\n\u015fi oamenii f\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103ciuli \u00een cap
\nde parc\u0103 le murise cineva!..<\/p>\n


\nMihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
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Poveste de trezit copiii<\/strong><\/p>\n

A fost odat\u0103, ca niciodat\u0103… Dac\u0103 n-ar fi, dragi copii, nu v-a\u0219 povesti…
\nS-a \u00eendep\u0103rtat copil\u0103ria, ce-i drept, dar de uitat nu se uit\u0103 u\u0219or. Azi a venit r\u00e2ndul meu s\u0103 spun, ca orice bunic\u0103, pove\u0219ti. Cui are poft\u0103 s\u0103 asculte.
\nPe vremea c\u00e2nd \u2013 cu ani \u00een urm\u0103 \u2013 \u00eencepeam \u0219i eu s\u0103 v\u0103d lumea, nu aveam nici televizor, nici telefon (pentru convorbiri telefonice trebuia s\u0103 mergi la oficiul po\u0219tal \u0219i s\u0103 faci comand\u0103), nici computer, nici Pockemon, nici Harry Potter, nici Google, nici Facebook, nici Tiktok, nici Chat GPT, nici audiobookuri, nici reviste \u0219i ziare \u201evirtuale\u201d… Cel mult, unii dintre noi, aveau un difuzor ori un aparat de radio. Televizoarele erau o raritate, nu ajungeau \u00een casele oamenilor obi\u0219nui\u021bi. \u0218i nu existau televizoare color. Aveam, \u00een schimb, destule c\u0103r\u021bi, reviste, ziare pe h\u00e2rtie…
\n\u201eDe necrezut!\u201d ve\u021bi spune. \u201eChiar a existat o asemenea lume? Nu e simpl\u0103 poveste de adormit copiii?\u201d m\u0103 ve\u021bi \u00eentreba.
\nBa da, sigur c\u0103 e poveste, dar de trezit copiii, pentru c\u0103 e poveste adev\u0103rat\u0103. Greu de spus dac\u0103 era o lume mai bun\u0103 sau mai rea dec\u00e2t asta de acum, a copil\u0103riei voastre. Cu siguran\u021b\u0103, era o lume altfel. O lume care, tocmai pentru c\u0103 era altfel \u0219i pentru c\u0103 e pe cale s\u0103 devin\u0103 poveste, poate merit\u0103 s\u0103 fie cunoscut\u0103. Inteligen\u021ba artificial\u0103 nu-\u0219i f\u0103cuse \u00eenc\u0103 apari\u021bia. Ne bizuiam numai pe darul primit de fiecare la na\u0219tere: propria inteligen\u021b\u0103. Se cuvenea s\u0103 o antren\u0103m, s\u0103 o \u0219lefuim, s\u0103 o facem s\u0103 creasc\u0103 odat\u0103 cu noi.
\nMul\u021bi copii, pe-atunci, nici nu mergeau la gr\u0103dini\u021b\u0103. Cre\u0219teau, se formau, p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u0219apte ani c\u00e2nd venea timpul s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 \u0219coala, \u00een preajma \u0219i prin grija p\u0103rin\u021bilor \u0219i bunicilor. Educa\u021bia se f\u0103cea \u00een familie, de aceea a \u0219i ap\u0103rut vorba \u201ecei \u0219apte ani de acas\u0103\u201d. Erau startul \u2013 bun sau, c\u00e2teodat\u0103, mai pu\u021bin bun \u2013 \u00een via\u021b\u0103. S\u0103 se spun\u0103 despre cineva c\u0103 \u201enu are cei \u0219apte ani de acas\u0103\u201d \u00eensemna c\u0103 e lipsit de educa\u021bie, de bun-sim\u021b, de onestitate, de o temelie s\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103 ca om… Vorba asta \u00eenc\u0103 umbl\u0103, dar multe s-au schimbat de-atunci, copiii nu mai petrec \u0219apte ani \u201eacas\u0103\u201d, ci prin cre\u0219e \u0219i gr\u0103dini\u021be. P\u0103rin\u021bii sunt ocupa\u021bi, de multe ori \u0219i bunicii, copiii celor mai \u00eenst\u0103ri\u021bi au bone…
\nDar hai s\u0103 trec la pove\u0219tile din propria copil\u0103rie!
\n\u00cenainte de a \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 citesc, m-am \u00eenfruptat din pove\u0219tile bunicului. Era n\u0103scut la sf\u00e2r\u0219it de secol XIX (ce mult e de atunci, nu-i a\u0219a?!). Prinsese ambele R\u0103zboaie Mondiale. \u00centre r\u0103zboaie, fusese plecat s\u0103 lucreze prin Fran\u021ba \u0219i Statele Unite. M\u0103 \u021binea pe genunchi \u0219i dep\u0103na domol \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri de pe front \u0219i din c\u0103l\u0103toriile lui. Pove\u0219ti adev\u0103rate, pe care le ascultam cu luare-aminte. Bunica \u0219tia legende despre plante, animale, p\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i recita poezii pe care le \u00eenv\u0103\u021base c\u00e2nd era copil, la \u0219coal\u0103. M\u0103 miram c\u0103 le \u021binuse minte at\u00e2\u021bia ani \u0219i cumva de mirare era \u0219i c\u0103 fusese \u0219i ea copil c\u00e2ndva. Mama \u00eemi povestea, pe \u00een\u021belesul meu, despre via\u021ba lui Iisus sau, cum avea voce foarte frumoas\u0103, m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba c\u00e2ntecele vesele, potrivite v\u00e2rstei mele, \u0219i colinde. Tata avea tolba plin\u0103 cu istorisiri, care de care mai amuzante, din copil\u0103ria lui.
\nEeeiii, s\u0103 nu crede\u021bi c\u0103 o duceam tot a\u0219a, din poveste \u00een poveste! Nuuu! Momentul lor venea uneori seara, la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul unei zile de munc\u0103, alteori duminica sau \u00een zile de s\u0103rb\u0103toare. Erau clipe de tihn\u0103 binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103, ale \u00eent\u00e2lnirii dintre genera\u021bii, dintre realitate \u0219i poveste. Erau lec\u021bii de via\u021b\u0103. Le primeam f\u0103r\u0103 ca, \u00een zilele urm\u0103toare, cineva s\u0103 verifice dac\u0103 le-am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi dea calificative sau note. Se a\u0219ezau r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd \u00een memorie, fiecare cu farmecul \u0219i, mai ales, cu t\u00e2lcul ei pe care aveam s\u0103-l \u00een\u021beleg pe deplin pu\u021bin mai t\u00e2rziu.
\nFie c\u0103 m\u0103 aflam la bunici, la \u021bar\u0103, fie cu p\u0103rin\u021bii, la ora\u0219, petreceam mult timp pe afar\u0103, cu prieteni de seama mea, juc\u00e2nd \u0218otron, De-a prinselea, De-a v-a\u021bi ascuns, Z\u0103resc un prin\u021b c\u0103lare, Uliul \u0219i porumbeii, Baba-Oarba, Telefonul f\u0103r\u0103 fir, A\u0219 m\u00e2nca o portocal\u0103, \u021aar\u0103, \u021bar\u0103, vrem osta\u0219i!, Am pierdut o batistu\u021b\u0103, Ho\u021bii \u0219i vardi\u0219tii, Unde e\u0219ti, Chimi\u021b\u0103?, Scoal\u0103-te, Ioane! \u2013 La c\u00e2\u021bi pa\u0219i, cocoane?… \u0219i c\u00e2te altele! C\u00e2teodat\u0103, ne \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219eam unii altora pove\u0219tile auzite acas\u0103. Bine\u00een\u021beles, le alegeam pe cele mai palpitante. Nimeni n-avea habar ce e plictiseala. Iar c\u00e2nd venea vremea s\u0103 intr\u0103m \u00een cas\u0103… era Valea Pl\u00e2ngerii. To\u021bi \u00eencercam s\u0103-i \u00eenduplec\u0103m pe p\u0103rin\u021bi s\u0103 ne mai lase \u201em\u0103car zece minute!\u201d pe-afar\u0103.
\nAaa! Era c\u00e2t pe ce s\u0103 uit! Noi, copiii de atunci, nu \u0219tiam de tablete ori de juc\u0103rii electronice, nici de Tamagotchi. Nu \u00eengrijeam, ap\u0103s\u00e2nd pe butoane, anim\u0103lu\u021be virtuale. Cei cu bunici la \u021bar\u0103 \u00eengrijeam pisoi, c\u0103\u021bei, miei, vi\u021belu\u0219i, iezi, pui\u0219ori de g\u0103in\u0103, purcelu\u0219i… vii, reali! Care ce avea prin ograd\u0103, c\u0103 nu to\u021bi aveam de toate! Gospod\u0103riile erau mai degrab\u0103 modeste, dar oamenii \u2013 harnici, pricepu\u021bi \u0219i cump\u0103ta\u021bi \u2013 reu\u0219eau s\u0103 asigure, din pu\u021bin, aproape toate cele trebuitoare familiei. Nu se risipea nimic. Oamenii aceia practicau reciclarea \u00een mod natural, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 se nume\u0219te \u201ereciclare\u201d. \u0218i erau ecologi\u0219ti f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fi auzit vreodat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba lor de ecologie.
\nS\u0103 nu uita\u021bi! Dac\u0103 neglijezi un mielu\u0219el, un pisoi, un c\u0103\u021bel virtual \u0219i moare, nu-i mare necaz. Ape\u0219i pe buton \u0219i reiei jocul de-a \u00eengrijitorul. Dar dac\u0103 neglijezi mielul, pisoiul, c\u0103\u021belul viu \u0219i moare… Gata! S-a terminat! Nu po\u021bi da click pe niciun fel de restart ca s\u0103-l readuci la via\u021b\u0103.
\nAten\u021bia \u0219i grija ne ajutau s\u0103 pricepem graiul fiin\u021belor necuv\u00e2nt\u0103toare. Un anume c\u00e2r\u00e2it al coco\u0219ului sau al clo\u0219tii d\u0103dea alarma \u201eVine uliul!\u201d. Fuga-fugu\u021ba, g\u0103inile se ascundeau \u00een \u0219opron, iar pui\u0219orii sub aripile mamei. Un anume m\u00e2r\u00e2it, scheunat sau l\u0103trat al paznicului bl\u0103nos anun\u021ba dac\u0103 str\u0103inul intrat pe poart\u0103 are g\u00e2nduri bune sau rele. C\u00e2nd gr\u0103sunul cur\u021bii groh\u0103ia \u00eenfundat, scurt, lini\u0219tit, \u00eensemna \u201emi-e biiine!\u201d. Un gui\u021bat ascu\u021bit, lung, ner\u0103bd\u0103tor, d\u0103dea de \u0219tire: \u201emi-e foaaameee!!!\u201d. Pisica? Dac\u0103-\u0219i arcuia spinarea, scuipa \u0219i scotea un fel de \u201ehhhh!\u201d din g\u00e2tlej, zicea \u201elas\u0103-m\u0103-n pace!\u201d. Cu un mieunat alintat, chema \u201ehai, joac\u0103-te cu mine!\u201d, ori cerea \u201ed\u0103-mi s\u0103 gust un pic din ce m\u0103n\u00e2nci tu, acolo!\u201d Vede\u021bi? Nu-i chiar imposibil s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegem \u2013 ca-n pove\u0219ti \u2013 fiin\u021bele \u201eDin lumea celor care nu cuv\u00e2nt\u0103\u201d. \u0218i ele, adesea, ne \u00een\u021beleg pe noi.
\nCe s\u0103 v\u0103 mai spun, dragilor, din multe c\u00e2te ar fi de spus?
\n\u00cen joac\u0103 sau \u00een serios, luam parte, pe m\u0103sura v\u00e2rstei, la aproape toate treburile casei. Nu m\u0103 silea nimeni. Nici n-ar fi fost nevoie. Eram curioas\u0103, dornic\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b \u2013 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 poeziile bunicii ori c\u00e2ntecele mamei \u2013 cum se coase un nasture, care sunt \u0219i cum plive\u0219ti buruienile din gr\u0103din\u0103, cum \u021bii corect creionul, cum desenezi, cum g\u0103se\u0219ti pe cerul nop\u021bii Steaua Polar\u0103, Carul Mic, Carul Mare, cum greblezi, cum cure\u021bi \u00een grajd, cum sco\u021bi ap\u0103 din f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103… M\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2nta s\u0103-mi ajut p\u0103rin\u021bii \u0219i bunicii. Mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103, ajut\u00e2ndu-i pe ei, se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 minunea s\u0103 cresc mai repede. To\u021bi copiii \u00ee\u0219i doresc \u0219i se gr\u0103besc s\u0103 creasc\u0103, nu? Dar asta e… alt\u0103 poveste, de spus alt\u0103dat\u0103!
\nNu \u0219tiu cum, atunci zilele erau lungi, bogate, \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare, adesea vesele, rareori triste, mohor\u00e2te, \u00eenl\u0103crimate. Or fi fost vr\u0103jite de o z\u00e2n\u0103 bun\u0103? Poate c\u0103 a\u0219a sunt toate \u00een copil\u0103rie.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 intru \u00een clasa \u00eent\u00e2i, \u00eencepusem s\u0103 deslu\u0219esc alfabetul \u0219i s\u0103 citesc, ba cursiv, ba cu poticneli, pove\u0219ti din colec\u021bia pentru copii, \u201eTraista cu pove\u0219ti\u201d. Erau c\u0103r\u021bi mititele, sub\u021biri, cu ilustra\u021bii frumoase, cu pove\u0219ti scurte, unele rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, altele (amerindiene, bulg\u0103re\u0219ti, germane, ruse\u0219ti etc.) traduse. \u00cenc\u0103 \u00eemi amintesc numele c\u00e2torva personaje: Rozalba, Vasilisa, Ticatlun, Tivisoc… \u00centr-una dintre c\u0103rticele am dat peste un fragment din \u201eAmintirile…\u201d lui Ion Creang\u0103. A\u0219a l-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit pe Nic\u0103 cel iste\u021b \u0219i n\u0103zdr\u0103van. Cu personaje din pove\u0219tile \u0219i povestirile lui Creang\u0103 (Mo\u0219 Ion Roat\u0103, Mo\u0219 Nichifor, Ivan Turbinc\u0103, Popa Duhu, Sp\u00e2nul, Harap Alb \u0219i prietenii lui) aveam s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnesc apoi \u00een timpul \u0219colii. Pove\u0219tile adev\u0103rate, auzite acas\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103deau m\u00e2na prietene\u0219te cu pove\u0219tile adev\u0103rate ori fabuloase, vesele, duioase sau triste, din c\u0103r\u021bi. Cu fiecare poveste auzit\u0103 sau citit\u0103 z\u0103rile lumii se deschideau tot mai larg. Au urmat \u00eent\u00e2lniri cu Alb\u0103 ca z\u0103pada, Scufi\u021ba ro\u0219ie, Cenu\u0219\u0103reasa, Muma P\u0103durii, F\u0103t-Frumos din lacrim\u0103, Ileana Cos\u00e2nzeana, Sf\u00e2nta Duminic\u0103 \u0219i Sf\u00e2nta Vineri oric\u00e2nd gata s\u0103-i ajute pe cei buni afla\u021bi \u00een primejdie, Baba Cloan\u021ba-Cotoroan\u021ba, Scorpia \u0219i Ghionoaia d\u00e2nd ajutor celui ce c\u0103uta \u201etinere\u021be f\u0103r\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be \u0219i via\u021b\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de moarte\u201d, Cr\u0103iasa z\u0103pezii, Sfarm\u0103-Piatr\u0103, Str\u00e2mb\u0103-Lemne, Feti\u021ba cu chibrituri, Lizuca \u0219i Patrocle r\u0103t\u0103cind prin \u201eDumbrava minunat\u0103\u201d, Alice \u2013 feti\u021ba din \u021aara Minunilor, Hansel \u0219i Gretel, Motanul \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bat, Muc cel mic, Ariel \u2013 mica siren\u0103 \u0219i prin\u021bul Eric, Trude \u2013 z\u00e2na ploilor, P\u0103cal\u0103 \u0219i T\u00e2ndal\u0103, Ali Baba, Z\u00e2na Zorilor, Sheherezada, marinarul Sindbad, Dege\u021bica,Vasile Porojan \u2013 prietenul lui Alecsandri, Pinocchio, Gavroche \u2013 pu\u0219tiul rebel al Parisului,Tom Sawyer, Statu-Palm\u0103-Barb\u0103-Cot, Huckleberry Finn, Eduard \u0219i Tom (din \u201ePrin\u021b \u0219i cer\u0219etor\u201d), Enrico (din \u201eCuore \u2013 inim\u0103 de copil\u201d), Mowgli (din \u201eCartea junglei\u201d), Jack \u0219i vrejul lui de fasole, Zmeul-Zmeilor, Micul Prin\u021b, Baba Dochia, Jumate-de-om-c\u0103lare-pe-jumate-de-iepure-\u0219chiop \u0219i Aleodor-\u00eemp\u0103rat, Robinson Crusoe, Cire\u0219arii, Winnetou, Aladin \u0219i duhul din lampa fermecat\u0103, Winnie \u2013 ursule\u021bul, Fram \u2013 ursul polar, Mihail \u2013 c\u00e2ine de circ, Col\u021b-Alb, c\u0103\u021belul Pif \u0219i motanul Hercule din revista de benzi desenate (ooo! ce succes uria\u0219 a avut pe timpurile acelea revista!)… Lista e lung\u0103, lung\u0103, nu \u00eencape toat\u0103 aici. Dintre c\u0103r\u021bile copil\u0103riei, cel mai mult m-a atras \u00eens\u0103 \u201eDin via\u021ba \u0219i pildele lui Esop\u201d. \u00cent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri \u0219i fabule anume alese ca s\u0103 fie pe \u00een\u021belesul copiilor. Primisem cartea, ca premiu, la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul clasei a patra. Parc\u0103 o v\u0103d. Pe coperta verde-smarald era imaginea unui om chinuit, aplecat sub o b\u0103nuit\u0103 grea povar\u0103. Cartea \u2013 sub\u021biric\u0103. S\u0103 fi avut vreo 50 de pagini. Am citit-o \u0219i recitit-o, c\u00e2t a fost vacan\u021ba de lung\u0103. Aproape c\u0103 o \u00eenv\u0103\u021basem pe de rost. S\u0103 v\u0103 spun drept, nu \u0219tiu sigur nici acum ce m-a cucerit. Poate puterea \u00een\u021belepciunii unui rob din timpuri str\u0103vechi, de mult apuse. Poate morala valoroas\u0103 a fiec\u0103rei fabule. Poate mai ales faptul c\u0103 Esop nu a fost un personaj imaginar. A fost c\u00e2ndva om viu, \u00een carne \u0219i oase, un sclav pe care st\u0103p\u00e2nul lui l-a eliberat pre\u021buindu-l pentru agerimea min\u021bii. Un sclav \u00een\u021belept, devenit apoi scriitor \u0219i filosof a c\u0103rui faim\u0103 a r\u0103zbit, prin peste dou\u0103 mii de ani, p\u00e2n\u0103 la noi.
\n\u00cen gimnaziu, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne oblige nimeni, ne luam aproape to\u021bi la \u00eentrecere \u2013 cine cite\u0219te mai mult. Destul de des, la biblioteca \u0219colii a\u0219teptam la coad\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eemprumut\u0103m c\u0103r\u021bi pe care nu le aveam acas\u0103 ori nu le g\u0103seam \u00een libr\u0103rii. Citeam c\u0103r\u021bile \u201edin scoar\u021b\u0103-n scoar\u021b\u0103\u201d, nu ceream nim\u0103nui s\u0103 ne fac\u0103 rezumate. Ar fi \u00eensemnat s\u0103 tri\u0219\u0103m \u0219i asta ne-ar fi \u0219tirbit demnitatea. Cum adic\u0103?! Noi nu suntem \u00een stare s\u0103 citim o carte sau o poveste \u00eentreag\u0103? La clas\u0103, cu profesorii de literatur\u0103, sau dup\u0103 ore, noi \u00eentre noi, discutam ce c\u0103r\u021bi ne-au pl\u0103cut (sau nu) \u0219i de ce. Nu se studia atunci la \u0219coal\u0103 \u201etextul argumentativ\u201d, dar ne-am dat seama din mers cum s\u0103 aducem argumente, cum s\u0103 r\u0103spundem la acel \u201ede ce\u201d.
\nAm \u00een\u021beles, treptat, c\u0103 nicio poveste, oric\u00e2t de mult ar interveni imagina\u021bia autorului, nu este cu totul rupt\u0103 de realitate, c\u0103 \u00eentre t\u0103r\u00e2mul pove\u0219tii \u0219i t\u0103r\u00e2mul vie\u021bii sunt multe pun\u021bi \u0219i poteci de trecere. C\u0103, dac\u0103 o s\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103torim cu interes, r\u0103bdare \u0219i aten\u021bie pe ambele t\u0103r\u00e2muri, vom avea mereu c\u00e2te ceva folositor de \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Gabriel GHERB\u0102LU\u021a\u0102 pentru tine dor urmele pe nisipul umed al \u021b\u0103rmului te strig\u0103 neputin\u021ba umbrei mele \u0219chioap\u0103 e\u0219ti copil\u0103ria mea<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":18831,"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":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22643"}],"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\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=22643"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22643\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22646,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22643\/revisions\/22646"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22643"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22643"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22643"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}