{"id":22650,"date":"2024-02-13T22:34:56","date_gmt":"2024-02-13T19:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22650"},"modified":"2024-02-13T22:34:56","modified_gmt":"2024-02-13T19:34:56","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-92-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22650","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 92 (9)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Alex IVANOV <\/strong><\/p>\n

Poeme<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u02df \u02df \u02df
\nM\u0103 plimb pe un bulevard plin cu palme \u0219i spini.
\n\u00cen ferestre au r\u0103mas gutui orfane.
\nMereu \u00eemi spui c\u0103 Cercul Polar va veni mai aproape.
\nVinul de duminic\u0103 ia forma unei t\u00e2rzii conversa\u021bii.
\nD\u0103-mi pove\u0219tile s\u0103 \u021bi le duc pe strada copil\u0103riei,
\n\u00een toamna asta cu miros de dovleci azv\u00e2rli\u021bi de soart\u0103.
\nInima deseneaz\u0103 caruselul-efemerid\u0103 al iubirii tardive,
\nc\u00e2nd p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i melcii au agonisit timp \u00eentru risip\u0103.
\nP\u0103s\u0103rile se mint \u00eentre ele, \u00ee\u0219i fac semne ciudate
\n\u0219i sper\u0103 c\u0103 oamenii le vor l\u0103sa cerul liber.
\nDoar stele vegheaz\u0103,
\nd\u00e2re de subzisten\u021b\u0103 url\u0103 sub d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103turi
\n\u0219i ultima comun\u0103 a lumii e vie.
\nTrebuie s\u0103 ne mut\u0103m \u00eentr-un ora\u0219,
\n\u00een care exist\u0103 un alt ora\u0219 mai mic, unde iernile nu ajung niciodat\u0103.
\nSunt sclavul rotocoalelor de fum de pip\u0103
\n\u0219i mereu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 nu am avut pantofi verzi.
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103-m\u0103 unde sirene nu strig\u0103,
\nfecioare nu d\u0103n\u021buiesc
\n\u0219i cavaleri la dame de cup\u0103 nu \u0219tiu s\u0103 pofteasc\u0103. <\/p>\n

\u02df \u02df \u02df
\nAlt\u0103dat\u0103, ora\u0219ul era rotund
\n\u0219i nop\u021bile c\u0103deau peste el nedormite.
\nUmbrele sunt divergente la zenit.
\nEram febril c\u00e2nd \u00eemi ridicai incanta\u021bii
\n\u0219i-mi frecai fruntea cu ment\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103.
\n20.000 de vol\u021bi, cuvinte, haos \u0219i vr\u0103jitorie.
\n\u00cen ora\u0219ul rotund parc\u0103 nimeni nu mai putea respira.
\nCeasuri vl\u0103guite acum merg la gar\u0103.
\n\u00cemi \u00eentrerupi tres\u0103ririle,
\n\u00eemi \u00eenm\u0103rmure\u0219ti chipul
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 lacrimi nu m\u0103 recunosc.
\nMai deun\u0103zi st\u0103ruiai pe p\u00e2nza mea m\u00e2njit\u0103 cu acrilic vechi.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2n vigilent, de\u0219i iluzii Fregoli m\u0103 b\u00e2ntuie asiduu.
\nAdmit s\u0103-mi joci piesa f\u0103r\u0103 refren.
\nE\u0219ti fosta mea fecioar\u0103 de fier,
\nun carusel invadat de copil\u0103rie.
\nAm auzit c\u0103 s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 \u00een parc fanfara nu mai c\u00e2nta.
\nTe-anun\u021b c\u0103 am divor\u021bat de de\u0219ert\u0103ciune,
\n\u00een zori m\u0103 cunun
\n\u0219i podul stricat m-aduce acas\u0103 \u00een fiece zi.
\nRuleaz\u0103 haina disper\u0103rii, iluzia tomnaticei iubiri.
\nM\u0103 tot predau c\u00e2nd trompete m\u0103 strig\u0103
\n\u0219i steaguri m\u0103 b\u00e2ntuie-n iure\u0219 de nori.<\/p>\n

\u02df \u02df \u02df
\nSetea de var\u0103 dospe\u0219te \u00een cuiburi de pl\u00e2ns.
\nE ghea\u021b\u0103 \u00een saxofon \u0219i fiece ton m\u0103 destram\u0103.
\nSimt rotocoale de fum \u00een aripi de corbi,
\ngravura-i \u00eencrustat\u0103 \u00een vela \u00eentins\u0103.
\nV\u00e2nt \u00een rafale, sunt c\u0103tr\u0103nit \u0219i ursuz,
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2n ca durerea, onest precum marea.
\nCaut ierni prin buzunare,
\na\u0219tept o pal\u0103 de miaz\u0103zi diafan\u0103,
\npeste pove\u0219tile mele albite de timp.
\nHei, voi, sirene! Ast\u0103zi n-a\u021bi prins nimic!
\nSunt un Iona-ntr-o burt\u0103 de mam\u0103 n\u0103t\u00e2ng\u0103, descins din incest
\n\u0219i spintec cu poft\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103 tot ce \u00een cale-mi ve\u021bi pune!
\nS-au dus vremurile c\u00e2nd cutreieram capcane,
\nm\u0103 desf\u0103tam \u00een g\u0103uri negre \u0219i ren\u0103\u0219team drept prunc,
\nmai viu, mai senin ca azurul.
\nLenea \u00eemi doarme \u00een somnul de var\u0103,
\nacolo \u0219i-a f\u0103cut culcu\u0219 deocheata,
\nprecum o felin\u0103 agil\u0103 la tot ce-i peren.
\nM\u0103 toarce din caierul unor bl\u0103nuri deja purtate,
\no via\u021b\u0103, tot \u0219ase de verde voi fi,
\nun rostuit al damei de pic\u0103,
\na\u0219a c\u0103, mai bine, merg la duel.
\n\u00centocmai c\u00e2nd poetul m\u0103soar\u0103 vara cu palma,
\ncu ansa, cu ghiduri ermetice \u0219i incanta\u021bii.
\nRegele bufon \u00eenc\u0103 doarme,
\nora\u0219ul din mare e cufundat \u00een oniric,
\norbit de supliciu, ascuns \u00een catran.
\nV\u00e2ntul, doar v\u00e2ntul \u00een pup\u0103\u2026
\n\u0218i ochii damei de verde\u2026
\nCe anotimpuri\u2026
\nNu-s drame, nici triluri \u0219i nici sp\u00e2nzur\u0103tori nu mai sunt.
\nIcnesc a Iona la marginea m\u0103rii,
\n\u00een h\u0103ul ce-mi poart\u0103 numele
\n\u0219i-n care, precum Narcis, m\u0103 zbat \u00eentre eu, \u00eentre tu\u2026<\/p>\n

\u02df \u02df \u02df
\nCerul de var\u0103 zace-n clepsidr\u0103.
\nMetaforele tot \u00eenmuguresc ghimpii ce duc trandafirii.
\nFemeia de var\u0103 schimb\u0103 fermoarele z\u00e2mbetelor.
\nV\u0103d degete mici \u0219i pl\u0103p\u00e2nde zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentr-o octav\u0103 mut\u0103.
\nEu \u0219i cu tine num\u0103r\u0103m m\u0103rgelele p\u00e2n\u0103 spre sear\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd soarele tace \u00een lacul lasciv.
\nCuren\u021bi de iubire m\u0103 invadeaz\u0103 \u201eone way\u201d,
\nlucrez la portretul unei f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni.
\nIar nu \u00ee\u021bi \u021bii \u00een fr\u00e2u roibul acela n\u0103valnic!
\nRi\u0219ti s\u0103 devii o jertf\u0103 pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103, o Ana zidit\u0103-n copit\u0103.
\n\u00cemi \u00eencol\u021besc \u00een buzunare ore fierbin\u021bi,
\nc\u00e2nd p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i gr\u00e2ul m\u0103 minte.
\n\u00cenot \u00een reflexia g\u00e2ndului,
\n\u00een timp ce pleoape levantine deschid pragul de sear\u0103.
\nCurtoazie e numele t\u0103u,
\nc\u00e2nd fum\u0103torul de opiu m\u0103-nv\u00e2rte \u00een valuri de fum.
\nNu mai cred \u00een c\u0103r\u0103ri ce duc spre Apus,
\n\u00cen Dumnezei f\u0103r\u0103 fr\u00e2n\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd pulpele-\u021bi zv\u00e2cnesc denudate \u0219i s\u00e2nger\u0103 a ploaie.
\nPr\u0103p\u0103d va veni, pr\u0103p\u0103d va fi fost,
\nd\u0103-mi felinarul \u0219i fugi \u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103!<\/p>\n

\u02df \u02df \u02df
\nNu \u021bi-am v\u00e2ndut niciodat\u0103 ochii pentru o alt\u0103 privire!
\nTe iubesc a\u0219a cum iube\u0219te diminea\u021ba c\u00e2mpia.
\n\u201eJocul de-a vacan\u021ba\u201d de Mihail Sebastian\u2026
\nLenea unei pensiuni, telefonul care nu mai merge\u2026!
\nTot ascult piesa asta de ani buni \u0219i l\u0103crimez de fiecare dat\u0103 \u2026
\nMi-e dor de-o ploaie \u0219i de tine,
\nca de anii de liceu\u2026
\nM\u0103 macin\u0103 cuvintele tale de var\u0103,
\n\u00een unele nop\u021bi c\u00e2nd miroase a \u00eenger plecat c\u0103tre mine\u2026
\nStrig\u0103-mi numele \u00eenaintea zorilor\u2026!<\/p>\n

\u02df \u02df \u02df
\nVechiul ajut\u0103 noul
\ns\u0103 se \u00eenvecheasc\u0103 dup\u0103 regulile vechiului\u2026
\nS\u0103 fac\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini \u0219i ramuri noi\u2026
\nS\u0103-\u021bi fortific o poezie tonic\u0103,
\naxat\u0103 pe drama uman\u0103 ca pe o tragedie.
\n\u00cencep s\u0103 cunosc ceea ce nu mi-ai spus
\nori ceea ce nu \u0219tii tu despre tine,
\nadic\u0103 fiin\u021ba incon\u0219tientului t\u0103u\u2026
\nGaroafe c\u0103zute \u00een genunchi,
\n\u00een seri nef\u00e2nt\u00e2nite de seceta copil\u0103riei\u2026
\nM-am trezit \u00eenaintea soarelui,
\nca s\u0103-\u021bi dezlipesc visele de pleoape\u2026<\/p>\n

\u02df \u02df \u02df
\nE\u0219ti g\u00e2ndul meu de noapte\u2026!
\nTu locuie\u0219ti de mult sub pleoapele mele\u2026!
\nPietre \u00eencinse de var\u0103 zg\u00e2rie umbra p\u0103s\u0103rii ciob.
\nNu doar ochiul \u0219tie de unde vine lumina,
\nnu doar fluturele de stomac \u00ee\u021bi roade blestemul\u2026
\nTe iubesc pe de rost.
\nTe-am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat p\u00e2n\u0103 la oase,
\nTe-am trimis peste tot pe unde eu am s\u0103 vin\u2026<\/p>\n


\n Lucian M\u0102N\u0102ILESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

SUNTEM P\u0102S\u0102RI<\/strong><\/p>\n

E trist c\u0103 nu avem aripi – dar le sim\u0163im
\n\u00eenfipte \u00een um\u0103r, cum \u00ee\u015fi simte
\nologul piciorul lips\u0103, \u015fi zbur\u0103m
\ncu ploi sclipitoare sub gene.<\/p>\n

Suntem p\u0103s\u0103ri: pietre – p\u0103s\u0103ri,
\ncopaci – p\u0103s\u0103ri, g\u00e2nduri- p\u0103s\u0103ri, amintiri
\nzbur\u0103toare dintr-o via\u0163\u0103 \u00een alta…<\/p>\n

Un phoenix b\u0103tr\u00e2n ne prive\u015fte
\ndin g\u0103lbenu\u015ful soarelui orb…<\/p>\n

Suntem p\u0103s\u0103ri, \u015fi toamna
\nc\u00e2nd trec cocorii spre Apus
\nne pierdem \u00een \u021bip\u0103tul nop\u0163ii.<\/p>\n


\nLEC\u0162IE DE ISTORIE <\/strong><\/p>\n

Am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at doar mori de v\u00e2nt \u015fi triste\u0163i
\napocrife, \u00een podul \u015fcolii unde chiuleam
\nde la lec\u0163ii, prefer\u00e2nd s\u0103 stau la taifas
\ncu terfeloagele b\u0103tr\u00e2nului Will.<\/p>\n

\u00cel iubeam doar pe b\u0103tr\u00e2nul profesor,
\ncel care mi-a dat dou\u0103 palme,
\ngrele ca istoria lumii.<\/p>\n

Desigur, azi, gestul ar fi condamnabil \u015fi
\nprofesorul ar fi dat afar\u0103 din \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103m\u00e2nt
\ndac\u0103 nu cumva ar fi chiar condamnat la pu\u015fc\u0103rie,
\npentru gestul lui politically incorrect …<\/p>\n

Dar profesorul era \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at cu asta,
\ndup\u0103 patru ani petrecu\u0163i la \u201ecanal\u201d
\nunde studiase faptele glorioase
\nale revolu\u0163iilor…<\/p>\n


\nCU SINGUR\u0102TATEA DE M\u00c2N\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Merg cu singur\u0103tatea de m\u00e2n\u0103 prin ora\u015f…<\/p>\n

Ea e feti\u0163a str\u0103vezie de la col\u0163ul str\u0103zii,
\ncea care deseneaz\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd
\nvitrine multicolore \u015fi m\u0103 \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 s\u0103 p\u0103\u015fesc
\n\u00een zbor pe cioburi de aer, p\u00e2n\u0103 la taraba
\nde unde cump\u0103r\u0103m cuie \u015fi lemn de cruce.<\/p>\n

\u201eVom \u00een\u0103l\u0163a o catedral\u0103 printre p\u0103s\u0103ri!\u201d,
\n\u00eemi spune, \u015fi batem am\u00e2ndoi cuie
\n\u00een umerii triste\u0163ii \u015fi feti\u0163a cu chibrituri
\nd\u0103 foc z\u0103pezii… <\/p>\n


\nRodica DASC\u0102LU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Punct de sprijin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu b\u0103nuiai c\u00e2t e\u0219ti de singur\u0103,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, \u00eentr-o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 calm\u0103
\nde septembrie, te-a atins aripa nelini\u0219tii.
\nVoiai s\u0103 percepi fluxul n\u0103valnic al iubirii
\nvenind spre tine s\u0103-\u021bi aline fruntea aprins\u0103,
\nr\u0103corind-o. \u00ce\u021bi doreai un um\u0103r puternic,
\npunct de sprijin, la ceas de r\u0103sp\u00e2ntie.
\n\u00cen timp, ai construit trepte spre cer.
\nAcum, prietenii t\u0103i sunt pleca\u021bi
\n\u00een c\u0103utarea unui vis esen\u021bial,
\ndeparte, c\u00e2t mai departe,
\nde ei \u00een\u0219i\u0219i, de tine.
\nAm uitat to\u021bi cum pe postamentul
\ninimii arde o flac\u0103r\u0103, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd
\n\u00een zadar s\u0103 fie descoperit\u0103.
\nVom \u00een\u021belege t\u00e2rziu sau
\npoate niciodat\u0103.
\nLa cap\u0103tul labirintului
\n\u00eentortocheat ne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni
\ncu nimeni altcineva dec\u00e2t cu noi,
\ncei neatin\u0219i de vicii, temeri, orgolii.<\/p>\n


\nZboruri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Obi\u0219nuie\u0219ti s\u0103 cutreieri felurite arii.
\nPrime\u0219ti energie, \u00ee\u021bi umpli pustiul
\ncu prospe\u021bimea zorilor.
\n\u00cenaintezi prin furtuna de nisip
\na clepsidrei. Darul ad\u0103ugat
\nviului creeaz\u0103 minuni.
\nArborii \u00eenfloresc
\n\u00een toate cele patru anotimpuri,
\n\u00eenmiresm\u00e2nd aleea ce \u0219erpuie\u0219te
\npe valea muntelui de vise, proiec\u021bii.
\n\u00cenv\u0103luit\u0103 de adierile toamnei,
\n\u00eentrez\u0103re\u0219ti suprafa\u021ba arid\u0103 unde
\nniciun fir de iarb\u0103 nu va mai cre\u0219te.
\nSufletul celui aflat l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine alunec\u0103
\n\u00een bra\u021bele durerii, tr\u0103ind a\u0219teptarea aprig\u0103
\na \u00eentoarcerii tale. Desprinderea din raiul
\niluziei nu este u\u0219oar\u0103. S\u00e2ngereaz\u0103.
\n\u021ai-ai asumat-o, poate,
\nai \u0219i \u00een\u021beles cum Dumnezeu
\nnu e static, ci ac\u021biune continu\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen semn de mul\u021bumire<\/strong><\/p>\n

La ie\u0219irea din templu v\u0103 a\u0219eza\u021bi,
\npentru a v\u0103 reculege, \u00een preajma
\nunui morm\u00e2nt, leag\u0103n
\npentru na\u0219terea \u00een spa\u021biu.
\nCuv\u00e2ntul sfredele\u0219te ad\u00e2ncul.
\n\u00cen t\u0103cere, atinge carnea, oasele,
\ns\u00e2ngele. Erai convins\u0103 c\u0103 reac\u021biile
\nvitale pot \u00eencetini ritmul \u00een fa\u021ba
\nemo\u021biei. E numai o aparen\u021b\u0103,
\nprocesele sunt exotermice.
\nC\u0103ldura eliberat\u0103 v\u0103 cuprinde,
\n\u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se, apoi, la surs\u0103,
\n\u00een semn de mul\u021bumire.
\nPict\u00e2nd forme eliptice ample,
\nfluxul continu\u0103 s\u0103 curg\u0103.
\nSingur\u0103tatea \u00een doi
\nse tope\u0219te \u00een fo\u0219net de frunze.
\nSunetele toamnei, preg\u0103tindu-se,
\nse desprind din corul strident al lumii.<\/p>\n


\nO muzic\u0103 de fond<\/strong><\/p>\n

O muzic\u0103 de fond cu tema dezol\u0103rii
\n\u00ee\u021bi transmite sentimentul anxiet\u0103\u021bii.
\nCa \u0219i cum moartea \u00ee\u021bi sufl\u0103 \u00een ceaf\u0103.
\nTe ascunzi \u00een spatele unui zid masiv,
\nat\u00e2t de \u00eenalt \u00eenc\u00e2t nu poate fi escaladat
\ndec\u00e2t de ieder\u0103, speran\u021b\u0103 a t\u0103cerii armelor.
\nPulsul celuilalt e alert, oglind\u0103, pentru ritmul
\nt\u0103u cardiac aflat la apogeu. Adierea riscului
\ndep\u0103\u0219e\u0219te for\u021ba peretelui desp\u0103r\u021bitor,
\n\u00een\u0103l\u021bat din ostilitatea pietrei.
\n\u021ai se pare c\u0103 de\u021bii adev\u0103rul.
\nDore\u0219ti s\u0103-l impui, de\u0219i,
\nar fi suficient s\u0103 fii.
\nMinunea nu se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103,
\nvocea l\u0103untric\u0103 cere insistent
\ns\u0103 ne privim \u00een ochi. Asculta\u021bi-v\u0103,
\nse aude o \u0219oapt\u0103. Frica de a retr\u0103i traume
\n\u00eenscrise \u00een ADN poten\u021beaz\u0103 neacceptarea.
\nPorumbelul cu ramur\u0103 de m\u0103slin
\n\u00een cioc e \u00een pericol de moarte.<\/p>\n


\nMereu altcineva e\u0219ti<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un trigon regal \u00eentre dou\u0103 planete
\nputernice, Marte \u0219i Saturn, aflate
\n\u00een zodii de ap\u0103, schimb\u0103 vie\u021bi.
\nAle celor care nu poart\u0103
\nresentimente
\ntimp \u00eendelungat.
\nSenin\u0103tatea e r\u0103spl\u0103tit\u0103.
\nAspectul dureaz\u0103 c\u00e2teva zile.
\nDac\u0103 nu ac\u021bionezi pentru atingerea
\nunui \u021bel concret, nu are efectul scontat.
\n\u00ce\u021bi con\u0219tientizezi colivia, renun\u021bi la rela\u021bii
\nf\u0103r\u0103 perspectiv\u0103. vei lua hot\u0103r\u00e2ri din ra\u021biuni
\nproprii, care \u00ee\u021bi sugereaz\u0103 ideea c\u0103 vei r\u0103m\u00e2ne
\ninutil \u00een acel loc. Un muzeu ale c\u0103rui exponate
\n\u00ee\u0219i p\u0103streaz\u0103 pozi\u021bia fix\u0103, reflect\u00e2nd secven\u021ba
\nunui fenomen \u00een desf\u0103\u0219urare, a unui gest
\nnedus p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. Privindu-le atent
\n\u00eencremenirea, te surprinzi ca fiind
\naltcineva, fa\u021b\u0103 de cel care a intrat,
\nprima oar\u0103, \u00een \u00eenc\u0103pere.
\nAltcineva, mereu,
\naltcineva e\u0219ti.<\/p>\n


\nViorel DODAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Fluctua\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stabilirea ratei infla\u021biei de c\u0103tre BNR, prin \u201eacoperi\u021bii\u201d din fiecare ora\u0219:
\n\u201eAcoperitul\u201d merge la pia\u021b\u0103 \u0219i noteaz\u0103 pre\u021bul cartofului, al castrave\u021bilor, al ro\u0219iilor, etc
\n– Cssst… c\u0219\u0219\u0219\u0219t! Vulturu`, aici Boschetu`! Over?
\n– Boschetu` aici… c\u0219\u0219\u0219\u0219t… c\u0219\u0219\u0219\u0219turul! Raporteaz\u0103!
\n– \u0218efu`, la mine e gata! Raportez: cota\u021bia la potate e 2,50, la tomate e 3, la cucumberi e 1,50! Over!
\n– Roger! R\u0103m\u00e2i \u00een pia\u021b\u0103 \u0219i fii atent la fluctua\u021biile de dup\u0103 amiaz\u0103! Noteaz\u0103-\u021bi indicele pre\u021b-calitate! Nu-l mai umfla ca alalt\u0103ieri, c\u0103 ne iese prognoza prost \u0219i ne arde \u0219efu` la bani!
\n– `Ai, bre \u0219efu! A\u0219a m\u0103 \u0219tii matale? Pi, nu \u021bi-am dat io la virgul\u0103, tot? Ca la Dow Jones?
\n– Da, m\u0103, bine, bine! Da` vezi s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i \u00een marja de eroare, c\u0103 intr\u0103m dracului p\u0103 deficit \u0219i iar sare infla\u021bia de nu ne vedem bine nici tu nici io! Zi-i lu \u0103la cu potatele s\u0103 mai scad\u0103 din profit c\u0103 l-om ajuta \u0219i noi vreodat\u0103!
\n– ` \u021aeles, \u0219efu`! Ia zi, \u00een week-end mai ajust\u0103m \u0219i noi ni\u0219te indici la grill? Sau m\u0103car un cursus valutarus de-\u0103la la rece?
\n– Nu \u0219tiu, m\u0103! Tre` s\u0103 trimit estim\u0103rile la centru \u0219i dup\u0103 ce iese bine cu infla\u021bia, cu deficitu`, mai vedem noi ce ajust\u0103m!
\n– \u0218efu`! \u0218efu`! Cre` c\u0103 a venit concuren\u021ba, bre! Over!
\n– Roger! Roger! Ce concuren\u021b\u0103, m\u0103?
\n– A venit samsarii, bre! E mul\u021bi \u0219i arunc\u0103 ac\u021biuni p\u0103 pea\u021b\u0103! Cu sacii, bre! Ne scade to\u021bi indicii!
\n– Ce stai?! Nu sta! Bag\u0103-te la negocieri cu ei! Vor lichidit\u0103\u021bi? Vor bilete la ordin? Afl\u0103 ce vor \u0219i adu-i \u00een zona verde!
\n– Care zon\u0103 verde, bre? \u00cen parc?!
\n– Nu, boule! \u00cen zona verde de stabilitate a pie\u021bei! S\u0103 fie bine pentru noi, s\u0103 nu fie r\u0103u numa` pentru unii! Over, t\u00e2mpitule!
\n– Confirm, \u0219efu`! S\u0103 tr\u0103i\u021bi!
\nLa TV: ,,Ast\u0103zi, Banca Na\u021bional\u0103 a intervenit pe pia\u021ba financiar\u0103, men\u021bin\u00e2nd dob\u00e2nda de referin\u021b\u0103 la acela\u0219i nivel. Aceast\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103 responsabil\u0103 \u0219i vizionar\u0103, a fost determinat\u0103 de informa\u021biile din pia\u021b\u0103 furnizate de anali\u0219tii… B\u0103ncii! Astfel, balan\u021ba comercial\u0103 se men\u021bine la un nivel bun, indicii bursieri r\u0103m\u00e2n pe verde, iar PIB-ul \u00ee\u0219i p\u0103streaz\u0103 tendin\u021ba de stabilitate…\u201d.<\/p>\n


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

\u00een timp ce tu pl\u00e2ngeai
\nmi-am dat seama
\nc\u0103 am risipit nisipul din clepsidr\u0103
\npe t\u0103ceri invalide
\noloage \u0219i oarbe
\nle-am folosit ca pe ni\u0219te c\u00e2ini de urm\u0103
\npe care le trimisesem
\ns\u0103-\u021bi ia urma z\u00e2mbetului
\nnu s-au mai \u00eentors
\nc\u0103ci nu l-au g\u0103sit
\nsau poate c\u0103
\nz\u00e2mbetul nici n-a existat
\nvreodat\u0103<\/p>\n


\nCodru\u021ba VANCEA <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ur\u00e2t de ur\u00e2tul lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

E deja seara sunt at\u00e2t de s\u0103tul\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t mi se face ur\u00e2t cu mine pe acas\u0103
\nToate am\u0103nuntele zilei stau ghemuite \u0219i m\u0103 privesc
\ndintr-un col\u021b al \u00eenc\u0103perii \u00een care le-am aruncat
\nca s\u0103 le las s\u0103 se sinucid\u0103 lent \u00een zgomotul surd al televizorului
\nEle \u00eenc\u0103 tr\u0103iesc \u0219i fo\u0219nesc \u00een col\u021bul acela ca o juc\u0103rie tembel\u0103
\nSunt eu \u00eempotriva lor \u0219i ele \u00eempotriva mea,
\ndar cineva va trebui s\u0103 cedeze
\nCad umbrele nop\u021bii tot mai mult peste camera mea
\n\u00een timp ce crainicul vorbe\u0219te nonstop despre ChatGpt care \u00eempline\u0219te un an
\n\u00cen acel noiembrie de acum un an am auzit despre el
\n\u00eentr-un scaun la stomatolog \u0219i gura mea era deschis\u0103 deja nu de mirare
\n\u00cemi opresc impulsul de a-l \u00eentreba pe ChatGpt
\ncum se pot goni strigoii dintr-o cas\u0103, pentru c\u0103 nimic nu mai \u00eemi pare real
\nDansul fantomelor se \u00eencinge \u0219i pl\u00e2ng pentru fiecare dintre ele,
\nle dau jos cearceafurile albe \u0219i sub ele dau de iluziile mele
\nNu \u0219tiu ce s\u0103 fac cu ele, eu care voiam s\u0103 le omor
\n\u00eencep s\u0103 le iau brusc disperat\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be,
\ns\u0103 le str\u00e2ng la piept \u0219i s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng peste ele…
\nAcum noaptea se a\u0219az\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine \u00een genunchi,
\nofteaz\u0103 \u0219i mi le ia din bra\u021be una c\u00e2te una,
\ntoate iluziile mele
\n\u0218i tot noaptea devine o mam\u0103 preabun\u0103 ce m\u0103 adoarme
\nca pe un prunc cu fa\u021b\u0103 alba ca o lun\u0103
\n\u0218i iar\u0103\u0219i, \u0219i iar\u0103\u0219i apar stele pe cer
\n\u0218i iar\u0103\u0219i, \u0219i iar\u0103\u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00een juru-mi
\nse \u00eenfioar\u0103 \u00eentr-un \u021bip\u0103t de na\u0219tere \u0219i se crap\u0103 de ziu\u0103
\nO raz\u0103 de soare sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie pe zid
\nCa s\u0103 ne amintim alt\u0103dat\u0103 de ur\u00e2tul acesta<\/p>\n


\nPoem despre orice<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noi am putea scrie un poem despre orice,
\ndespre cum c\u0103lc\u0103m \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103 l\u0103s\u00e2nd urme p\u00e2n\u0103 la o nou\u0103 ninsoare
\ndespre nop\u021bi albe, despre cufere cu scrisori \u0219i foi\u021be de aur
\ndespre moartea cea alb\u0103 \u0219i via\u021ba cea neagr\u0103
\nAm putea lua de exemplu pe unul dintre noi,
\ns\u0103-l privim \u0219i s\u0103-l vedem c\u00e2t e de frumos
\nca un vitraliu p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ziua \u00een care i-am lua \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor temperatura,
\nam fi mira\u021bi cum ea cre\u0219te exponen\u021bial
\nNe-am da seama c\u0103 poemul scris despre el s-ar apropia de final,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tim dac\u0103 luciditatea noastr\u0103 tinde la zero nem\u00e2ng\u00e2ia\u021bi fiind
\nL-am obliga s\u0103 ne asculte poemul,
\nne-am dezbr\u0103ca de cuvinte \u00een fa\u021ba lui cenu\u0219ie – a\u0219a goi am sta acolo –
\nadu\u0219i de spate ca ghioceii \u0219i ne-am fr\u0103m\u00e2nta creierele cu inecua\u021bia vie\u021bii
\nCamera ar deveni tot mai mic\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd poemul ar umple-o pentru totdeauna, cu totul
\n\u0218i iar\u0103\u0219i ne-am prinde de un fir de lumin\u0103 \u0219i ne-am strecura unul c\u00e2te unul pe sub u\u0219\u0103
\n\u00cen ninsoarea de afar\u0103<\/p>\n


\nAnalitic\u0103 geometrie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iesc de bun\u0103 vreme \u00eentr-un spa\u021biu de vectori liberi
\n\u0219i \u00eemi trag energia din curcubeul nev\u0103t\u0103mat \u0219i din zborul lebedei negre
\nFrumuse\u021bea este c\u0103 nici unul dintre ei nu \u0219tie c\u00e2t \u0219i c\u00e2nd m-am aprovizionat
\n\u00cen drumul meu neverificat mi-am dat voie s\u0103 fiu verde mult\u0103 vreme,
\napoi m-am contopit subit cu negrul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,
\nmi-am ascuns g\u00e2ndurile \u00een geometria Necunoscutului,
\nrespir\u00e2nd ad\u00e2nc forma lui tridimensional\u0103
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd am devenit ruginie
\nNu m-am speriat de culoarea drag\u0103 \u0219i enigmatic\u0103
\nM-am proiectat singur\u0103 \u00een jocul
\n\u0219i-n umbrele focului pe o frunz\u0103 \u00een toamna t\u00e2rzie
\n\u00centre at\u00e2\u021bia \u0219i at\u00e2\u021bia vectori liberi,
\nfie ai fost tu acel vector liber pe care l-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit
\nde aceea\u0219i direc\u021bie \u0219i lungime cu mine,
\ns\u0103-mi schimbi sensul dup\u0103 sensul t\u0103u, opus mie
\nFie a fost un hazard ciudat
\nUnghiul prin care ochii-mi v\u0103d acum lumin\u0103
\n\u0219i poezie este dintr-un punct analitic \u0219i argumentat<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen\u021belesuri neg\u0103site<\/strong><\/p>\n

elementul cheie este de origine
\nfrancez\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a ajuns la el
\nse caut\u0103 alte indicii
\ninginere\u0219ti
\namestecate unele cu altele
\n\u00eentr-o ploaie dens\u0103 de idei ne\u00eencepute
\ncare se deschid ca para\u0219utele
\n\u00eenainte de a se izbi nemilos de asfalt<\/p>\n


\nMufa<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt o muf\u0103 conectat\u0103 la un aparat
\nTotul decurge perfect
\nPrin mine se \u00eencarc\u0103 ceva ce e de \u00eenc\u0103rcat neap\u0103rat
\nApoi m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 ar fi bine s\u0103 m\u0103 conectez la ceva mai personal
\n\u00centre timp al\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i aduc noi aparate la \u00eenc\u0103rcat
\nC\u00e2te un laptop, o tablet\u0103, aparate radio, ceas electronic, juc\u0103rii,
\nchiar borma\u0219ini, scule \u0219i unelte electrice, benzi de leduri sau surse de iluminat
\nEu sunt doar mufa
\nE prea mare lini\u0219tea \u00een care se petrece \u00eenc\u0103rcarea complet\u0103
\nCa s\u0103 nu m\u0103 mir c\u00e2t de bine m\u0103 potrivesc
\nAt\u00e2\u021bia pini \u0219i conectori m\u0103 privesc de sus \u00een jos
\n\u0219i cred ca e ceea ce-mi doresc, ceea ce visez
\nEu m-a\u0219 deconecta
\nS\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103toresc<\/p>\n


\nPoem de dragoste<\/strong><\/p>\n

De ce a\u0219 scrie un poem de dragoste
\nPentru c\u0103 faci fotografii cu trupul meu l\u00e2ng\u0103 al t\u0103u?
\nNu m-am crezut niciodat\u0103 at\u00e2t de alb\u0103 ca \u00een fotografiile tale
\nV\u0103d cum furi o raz\u0103 din soare \u00eentre dou\u0103 degete s\u0103 m\u0103 colorezi cu ea
\nM\u0103 atingi cu ea pe umeri \u00een timp ce pielea mea devine brun\u0103, \u00eemi desenezi o inima pe locul inimii mele
\nDevine foarte cald acolo
\nToate c\u0103m\u0103ru\u021bele ei sunt luminate \u0219i arde focul \u00een sobe
\nCobori raza pe gleznele mele s\u0103 fac\u0103 cercuri, zeci de cercuri
\nPort br\u0103\u021b\u0103ri de lumin\u0103, nu mai am r\u0103bdare s\u0103-\u021bi las p\u0103rul inele prins la spate
\nFii eroul meu cu plete rebele
\nTelefonul sun\u0103 brusc
\nRevin \u00een realit\u0103\u021bile mele, tu \u00een limbajele formale
\nCineva vrea o \u00eentrevedere, bem o cafea de la aparatul nou cump\u0103rat
\nSoarele l-am uitat prin\u0219i \u00een job-urile moderne
\nO s\u0103 fur\u0103m o alt\u0103 raz\u0103 de colorat la var\u0103
\nA\u0219a c\u0103: de ce a\u0219 scrie acum un poem de dragoste?<\/p>\n


\nAny DR\u0102GOIANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Exerci\u0163iu de \u00eennebunit p\u0103s\u0103rile<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd am \u00eenghi\u0163it \u015fi ultima firimitur\u0103\/
\nporumbelul alb s-a apropiat de mine
\n\u015fi mi-a spus s\u0103 \u00eenchid ochii\/
\nsim\u0163eam cum \u00eemi plesnesc umerii
\nexact cum crap\u0103 r\u0103zoarele\/
\ndup\u0103 ce femeile cu m\u00e2ini r\u0103nite
\n\u00eenfig arpagicul prim\u0103vara\/
\n\u015fi apare col\u0163ul acela verde crud
\na\u015fa au crescut aripi din umerii mei la\u0163i\/
\nporumbelul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se r\u0103steasc\u0103 la mine\/
\nde parc\u0103 nu \u00eemi ajunsese
\no jum\u0103tate de secol \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00een nefericire\/
\nb\u0103nuiam c\u0103 e sf\u00e2r\u015fitul\/
\no candel\u0103\/ un botez \u00een propria sudoare\/
\nun sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2it prelung pentru u\u015fa iadului\/
\n\u015fi-apoi imnul \u0163\u0103r\u00e2nei ve\u015fnice\/
\nam deschis ochii\/
\n\u00een fa\u0163a unui bloc \u00eenflorise o magnolie\/
\neu nu m\u0103 recuno\u015fteam\/
\npoate sufletului i-a fost d\u0103ruit alt trup\/
\n\u015ftiu doar c\u0103 \u00eentr-o sear\u0103\/
\no b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 mi-a f\u0103cut semn s\u0103 intru\/
\n\u00een casa aceea locuiau numai \u00eengeri\/
\nde pe buzele lor se desprindeau
\nlaudele\/ binecuv\u00e2nt\u0103rile\/
\nam ales ca urm\u0103toarea jum\u0103tate de secol
\ns\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n acolo
\n\u00eenchis\u0103 \u00een mintea unui porumbel
\n\u00eennebunit de pl\u00e2nsul meu<\/p>\n


\nAdop\u0163ie<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd Dumnezeu lucreaz\u0103
\nte adopt\u0103 str\u0103inii
\n\/ca \u015fi cum ar fi ai t\u0103i\/
\nte \u00eembrac\u0103 \u00een haine albe \u015fi te pun la mas\u0103
\n\u00ee\u0163i dau bani de buzunar
\nserviciu\/ ma\u015fin\u0103\/ cheia unei case\/<\/p>\n

prive\u015fti nedumerit
\ndac\u0103 e vis ori realitate
\np\u0103s\u0103rile vin s\u0103-\u0163i spun\u0103
\nc\u0103 a\u015fa era planul Lui de la \u00eenceput<\/p>\n

\u00eencerci s\u0103 fugi \u00eenapoi \u00een timp
\ns\u0103 g\u0103se\u015fti f\u00e2nt\u00e2na
\n\u00een care \u0163i-ai \u00eenecat dezn\u0103dejdea
\nnimic\/ nu a mai r\u0103mas nimic\/
\n\u00ee\u0163i vor pune alt nume
\nanul\u00e2ndu-\u0163i r\u0103nile <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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