{"id":22847,"date":"2024-03-13T02:15:50","date_gmt":"2024-03-12T23:15:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22847"},"modified":"2024-03-13T02:15:50","modified_gmt":"2024-03-12T23:15:50","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-2-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22847","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 2 (9)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Florea Costache<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Daruri pentru mine<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi d\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul fa\u0163a lui curat\u0103,
\nS\u0103 i-o s\u0103rut c\u00e2nd e sc\u0103ldat\u0103-n rou\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd urc\u0103-n ramuri chip de lun\u0103 nou\u0103
\nDe sub privirea mea \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cemi d\u0103 \u015fi cerul razele sfin\u0163ite
\nPe care le-mprumut\u0103 de la soare,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 desc\u00e2nt cu sfintele odoare
\nDin c\u0103ile stelare-nve\u015fnicite.<\/p>\n

\u00cen zborul lui, din fug\u0103 \u00eemi d\u0103 timpul
\nPerechile de aripi c\u0103l\u0103toare,
\nS\u0103 lunec printre apele luminii;<\/p>\n

Cu v\u00e2ntul s\u0103 m\u0103-ncumet \u00een v\u00e2ltoare
\nPe unde-\u015fi strig\u0103 dorul peregrinii
\n\u00cen imn repovestit de-o ursitoare.<\/p>\n


\nC\u0103tre Eminescu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde sunt codrii t\u0103i, \u00eentinsul m\u0103rii,
\n\u015ei unde florile de tei din ramuri,
\nStr\u0103mo\u015fii din p\u0103durile de flamuri,
\n\u015ei versul t\u0103u, de prea mult dat uit\u0103rii?!…<\/p>\n

Unde sunt toate visurile slovei,
\n\u015ei lacrima care-a umplut izvorul?
\nPe unde r\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte adev\u0103rul?
\n\u015ei unde-i \u015etefan Vod\u0103 al Moldovei?<\/p>\n

\u015ei dintre mii \u015fi sute de catarge
\nSper\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u015fi mai revad\u0103 malurile \u2013
\nPe c\u00e2te le vor sparge v\u00e2nturile<\/p>\n

Ce scurm\u0103 din ad\u00e2ncuri valurile?
\n\u015ei unde pl\u00e2ng \u00een tain\u0103 c\u00e2nturile
\nC\u00e2nd pier ucise idealurile?…<\/p>\n


\nJoc<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen jocul de-a ursita ne am\u0103gesc p\u0103rin\u0163ii,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2ndu-ne p\u0103catul speran\u0163elor de\u015farte
\nAbia s\u0103-l \u00een\u0163elegem la pragul dinspre moarte
\nUnde-\u015fi adoarme somnul pove\u015ftile cu sfin\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Ne na\u015ftem f\u0103r\u0103 noim\u0103 din veche mo\u015ftenire
\n\u015ei se repet\u0103 jocul v\u0103rs\u00e2ndu-ne-n uitare.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2ne doar sur\u00e2sul priveli\u015ftii amare
\nS\u0103 mai aline dorul din c\u00e2ntec \u015fi iubire.<\/p>\n

Ecouri pribegite prin anotimpuri grele
\nUimite-\u015fi urc\u0103 zborul topindu-se \u00een stele
\nC\u00e2nd nop\u0163ile fugare alung\u0103 pesc\u0103ru\u015fii.<\/p>\n

Agonizeaz\u0103 umbra fecioarelor vestale,
\nIar noi ucidem pa\u015fii cu z\u00e2mbete egale, –
\nTem\u00e2ndu-ne vecia din urnele cenu\u015fii.<\/p>\n


\nM\u0103 plec r\u0103nit<\/strong>
\nMamei mele<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cencearc\u0103, mam\u0103, de mai ai putere,
\nS\u0103-\u0163i aminte\u015fti c\u00e2nd m\u0103 urcai pe trepte,
\nCare din ele mi-au fost mai nedrepte
\nS\u0103-\u0163i \u015ftiu de nume numai \u00een t\u0103cere!…<\/p>\n

\u00cencearc\u0103, mam\u0103, s\u0103-\u0163i aduci aminte
\nDac\u0103 mai \u015ftie v\u00e2ntul cum m\u0103 cheam\u0103,
\n\u015ei dac\u0103 nop\u0163ile m\u0103 iau \u00een seam\u0103
\nC\u0103-n visul meu te caut prin morminte.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 iart\u0103, mam\u0103, c\u0103 nu vin la tine
\nS-aud \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na oaselor cum pl\u00e2nge
\nCu lacrima pe ceara lum\u00e2n\u0103rii!…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u00eencearc\u0103 unda \u00eenser\u0103rii
\nDe \u00eemi mai trece umbra ta prin s\u00e2nge,
\nM\u0103 plec r\u0103nit sub semnul \u00eentreb\u0103rii!…<\/p>\n


\nDe vorb\u0103 cu tata \u00een vis<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi spui pe unde vrei s\u0103 te mai caut,
\nS\u0103-mi pui o m\u00e2n\u0103 de \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103-n palm\u0103,
\nS-o sem\u0103n pe sub zori de noapte calm\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd heruvimii vor c\u00e2nta din flaut.<\/p>\n

De-o vei z\u0103ri pe mama prin izvoare,
\nOri pribegind prin r\u0103d\u0103cina ierbii,
\nS\u0103 chemi din fo\u015fnetul p\u0103durii cerbii,
\nS\u0103-i duc\u0103-n dar o ramur\u0103 de floare.<\/p>\n

Pe fra\u0163ii mei adun\u0103-i l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine …
\nC\u0103 vin \u015fi eu c\u00e2nd mi-o sosi trimisul,
\nLumina ta pe cre\u015ftet s\u0103 ne-o scuturi.<\/p>\n

Cu tine s\u0103 str\u0103batem Paradisul,
\nPe umeri s\u0103 ne prinzi aripi de fluturi.
\nA\u015fa mi-a fost \u00een noaptea asta visul.<\/p>\n


\nConstantin Ghini\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Drumul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pace \u0163ie, Constantin Ghini\u0163\u0103,
\nApa stelei pururea rode\u015fte
\nDrumul \u00eentre Cr\u00e2\u015fm\u0103 \u015fi Troi\u0163\u0103
\nObosit de moarte se t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fte
\nDragostea-i un lan\u0163 de s\u0103rb\u0103toare
\nClinchetind pe fragedul t\u0103u trup
\n\u015ei nu \u015ftie nimeni c\u00e2t te doare
\nHibernatul \u00een acela\u015fi stup
\nCea\u0163a se ridic\u0103 la R\u0103scruce,
\nUmbl\u0103-n suflet paznicii de cas\u0103
\n\u015ei \u00eenjur\u0103 sf\u00e2nt \u015fi str\u00e2mb fac cruce
\n\u015ei nu v\u0103d cum tu te sui pe mas\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nLiturghiile orei patru diminea\u0163a<\/strong>
\n*
\nFrunz\u0103 \u00een c\u0103dere sunt \u015fi nu bate v\u00e2ntul
\n*
\n\u00een Templu nu se intr\u0103
\ndec\u00e2t l\u0103s\u00e2nd trupul Afar\u0103
\n*
\nadev\u0103ratul Pl\u00e2ns e b\u0103rb\u0103tesc
\nspunea Lacrima \u00een chinurile facerii
\n*
\nde c\u00e2te ori n-am trecut
\nprin Sufletul T\u0103u, Doamne,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu …
\n*
\nP\u0103durile Noaptea
\nc\u00e2nd ie\u015fim din copaci pete sonore
\n*
\nca o r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 sunt chemat
\nde setea frunzei
\n*
\nnu rou\u0103 cade diminea\u0163a
\nci lacrimi adunate de veacuri
\n\u015fi pe care Dumnezeu ni le \u00eenapoiaz\u0103
\n*
\nc\u00e2nd vorbe\u015fte Femeia
\nnu se aude nimeni
\nc\u00e2nd trece Dumnezeu
\nse aude totul
\n*
\nO! s\u0103 auzi ce M\u0103rii spun pe\u015ftii …
\n*
\npas\u0103re m\u0103 visez \u00een ultimul timp
\nPas\u0103re cu trei aripi:
\nVia\u0163a, Moartea \u015fi a Treia
\n*
\nAcolo sunt
\nunde to\u0163i \u00eemi bat la u\u015f\u0103
\n\u015fi trec prin mine
\nf\u0103r\u0103 ca s\u0103 intre
\n*
\niubirea-mi de va fi s\u0103 plou\u0103
\nmi-e fric\u0103, Doamne,
\nde potop
\n*
\n\u00eemi este un a\u015fa chef de a bea
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi propria mea moarte
\n*
\nsub t\u00e2mpla \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 de \u00cengeri
\ntrec caravanele p\u0103catelor mele
\n*
\ns\u0103 nu confund\u0103m pe V\u00e2n\u0103tor
\ncu cel care st\u0103 la p\u00e2nd\u0103
\n*
\nDA, se hot\u0103r\u00ee NU
\nNU. se r\u0103zg\u00e2ndi DA
\n\u015fi \u00eencepu R\u0103zboiul
\n*
\nc\u00e2t timp stai departe
\ntoate \u0163i se par frumoase
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi cele ur\u00e2te te \u00eenduio\u015feaz\u0103
\niat\u0103 de ce ne \u00eendur\u0103 at\u00e2t de u\u015for
\nDumnezeu
\n*
\ncred c\u0103 distan\u0163a din Rai
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een sufletul nostru
\neste echivalentul vitezei
\ncu care \u00eentunericul se retrage \u00een Iad
\nde aceea nu cred c\u0103 Dumnezeu
\n\u015fi-a \u00eentors fa\u0163a de la noi
\nc\u00e2nd de fapt noi ne-am \u00eentors
\ncu spatele la El
\n\u00een timp ce \u00cengerii cei buni
\nobosi\u0163i de at\u00e2tea iluzii
\nau adormit cu speran\u0163a drept pern\u0103<\/p>\n


\nVALERIU SOFRONIE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

IERBURI USCATE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Despre Poetica lui Valentin Predescu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Volumul de versuri al lui Valentin Predescu \u2013
\nCenu\u015fa Sagrada \u2013 ap\u0103rut la Editura Tiparg \u00een
\nanul 2007, construie\u015fte \u00eentr-o abordare matur\u0103
\no conving\u0103toare reflec\u0163ie poetic\u0103 asupra finitudinii
\numane, anun\u0163ate de toate semnele decrepitului \u2013 r\u0103t\u0103cirea
\ndonquijotesc\u0103, moartea, z\u0103d\u0103rniciile, crucile, b\u0103l\u0103riile etc.
\nAsemeni unui Sisif istovit de necontenita povar\u0103 a
\nrelu\u0103rii, poetul se opre\u015fte la marginea sa \u015fi, contempl\u00e2ndu-\u015fi
\n\u015firul de fapte f\u0103r\u0103 leg\u0103tur\u0103 numit via\u0163\u0103, va avea
\nun moment de prelung\u0103 \u015fi amar\u0103 con\u015ftien\u0163\u0103. Dac\u0103 \u00een
\nvolumul anterior (Gustul Ierburilor, Editura Albatros,
\n1975), verdele era culoarea aflat\u0103 \u00een ton cu tr\u0103irile
\nprezentului \u015fi ale viitorului anticipat, de data aceasta,
\ndup\u0103 intervalul celor treizeci \u015fi doi de ani de medita\u0163ii
\npoetice neobiectivate \u00een publica\u0163ii, cenu\u015fiul c\u0103zut asupra
\nlumii asemeni cenu\u015fii mor\u0163ii nu pare a mai l\u0103sa loc
\nniciunei reveniri la \u00eenceputurile promi\u0163\u0103toare \u2013 \u201e\u015fi nici un
\nsuflet nu-i pe-aproape \/ s\u0103 mai opreasc\u0103 asfin\u0163itu-n loc\u201d
\n(Cenu\u015fa Sagrada). Nu se afl\u0103 nic\u0103ieri nicio mi\u015fcare care
\ns\u0103 se \u00eentrupeze elixiric \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 pas\u0103re Phoenix. \u00cen
\nschimb \u00eent\u00e2lnim Cerberul la fiecare pas al poemului. Chiar
\ndac\u0103 nu este descris a fi at\u00e2t de monstruos \u015fi nu ne este
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015fat ca av\u00e2nd trei capete, nici a fi frate cu Hidra din
\nLerna sau cu Leul din Nemeea, recunoa\u015ftem \u00een el c\u00e2inele
\nlui Hades, p\u0103zind cu mult zel viitoarea intrare \u00een Infern,
\npermi\u0163\u00e2nd doar sufletelor mor\u0163ilor s\u0103 intre \u015fi veghind ca
\nnimeni altcineva dintre cei mor\u0163i s\u0103 nu ias\u0103 \u00een lumea celor
\nvii \u2013 \u201e\u015ei dintre pleoape o lacrim\u0103 de mort \/ se scurge-n
\nceasul de apus \/ \u015fi din ce-a fost precum s-a dus \/ doar
\nc\u00e2inele mai url\u0103 sacerdot\u201d (C\u00e2inele liturgic). Spa\u0163iul
\ncultural \u00een care poetul creeaz\u0103 este unul saturat de
\nelemente magice. \u00cencep\u00e2nd cu o u\u015foar\u0103 adiere a
\nira\u0163ionalului, care trece din cuv\u00e2nt \u00een cuv\u00e2nt, de parc\u0103 ar
\npreda o invizibil\u0103 \u015ftafet\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 de la primul vers \u2013
\n\u201c\u00cendeob\u015fte \/ cui i-a dat Moartea t\u00e2rcoale de Florii \/ trece
\ncu bine de Pa\u015fte \/ \u015fi bea vinul \u00cenvierii \/ de-o m\u00e2n\u0103 cu
\nMielul…\u201d \u015fi care irumpe din lucruri \u00een fiin\u0163e \u015fi mai
\ndeparte, continu\u00e2nd cu adoptarea unui punct de vedere
\ntranscendent fa\u0163\u0103 de lucrurile oferite sim\u0163urilor \u2013 \u201cZac
\nmor\u0163ii-n vajnic cimitir \/ cum sufletele-n patime carnale \/
\nse ung pe aripe cu mir \/ fugind \u00een spa\u0163ii bidonale\u201d (Spa\u0163ii
\ncarnale) \u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015find cu o uria\u015f\u0103 contaminare a lumii cu
\nafinit\u0103\u0163ile elective ale sufletelor \u2013 \u201cLa miezul nop\u0163ii stelele
\nc\u0103deau deasupra casei \/ p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd spre diminea\u0163\u0103 tata
\nnu mai exista \/ p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eenrourat prepuielnic m\u0103 \u00eentreba
\nunde sunt \/ eu \u00eei spuneam c\u0103-l iubesc \u015fi c\u0103 vreau alt
\np\u0103m\u00e2nt. \/ Ast\u0103 noapte urcam pe-o scar\u0103 de stele \/
\nzugr\u0103vind cerul cu un penel \/ Carul Mare era Tat\u0103l, Carul
\nMic era tot el \/ Steaua Polar\u0103 pe care c\u0103lcam \u00eemi ar\u0103ta
\nDumnezeul \/ cerului \u00een
\ncare s\u0103 pier\u201d (Nocturn\u0103).
\nO deosebit\u0103 zon\u0103 de
\ninteres a autorului se
\narat\u0103 a fi utilizarea
\nmijlocului artistic al
\nomolog\u0103rilor. Toate
\nchinurile noului Sisif se
\ncontureaz\u0103 parc\u0103 la
\nindigo, \u00een suprapunere
\npeste cele ale lui Christ,
\nale zeului \u00een general.
\nAstfel, na\u015fterea poetului
\na avut loc \u00een \u201ciesl\u0103tura
\nrom\u00e2nimii Galileea\u201d,
\nmama fiindu-i o alt\u0103
\nMarie, \u201emai timid\u0103 dec\u00e2t Sf\u00e2nta\u201d iar tat\u0103l, un \u201et\u00e2mplar\u201c
\nce-l \u00eenlemni \u201c\u00een cui de har\u201d (Na\u015fterea I). Omolog\u0103rile
\ncontinu\u0103 \u00een \u00eentreg arborele genealogic la al c\u0103rui cap\u0103t
\npare a fi ajuns poetul \u2013 \u201c Ce zeu de tat\u0103 e\u015fti tu tat\u0103…\/
\nCenu\u015file pe – Olimp \u00een a\u015fteptare \/ au zeu mai vechi pe
\nTatamare…\u201d (Moarte de tat\u0103). Toate acestea reu\u015fesc s\u0103
\npoten\u0163eze via\u0163a individual\u0103 a creatorului, ridic\u00e2nd-o la
\nnivelul genului \u015fi transform\u00e2nd drama individual\u0103 a
\npersoanei \u00eentr-una a omului dintotdeauna. \u00cen fiecare
\npoem, spa\u0163iul vegetalului, care confiscase \u00een trecut
\npropensiunea spre metafor\u0103 a poetului, este \u00eenlocuit cu cel
\nal animalului. Din ierburile verzi de alt\u0103dat\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne acum
\ndoar usc\u0103ciunea \u015fi buruiana care a intrat p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103,
\nanun\u0163\u00e2nd locul de pe morm\u00e2nt \u2013 \u201cGustul ierbii \/ dulce-n
\ntinere\u0163ea pruncioas\u0103 \/ te devor\u0103-n sucul vie\u0163ii \/ cu o poft\u0103
\nnemiloas\u0103…\/ Iarba-n ani o b\u0103l\u0103rie \/ pustiite case
\nmoarte…\/ Te m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 iarba-n cas\u0103 \/ \u00een veninul \u015ferpilor
\ndin b\u0103l\u0103rie\u201d (\u00centre ierbi \u015fi b\u0103l\u0103rii). Fiin\u0163ei pl\u0103p\u00e2nde a ierbii,
\nie\u015fite de fiecare dat\u0103 cu optimism de sub ap\u0103sarea pietrei
\n\u00een dorin\u0163a de a gusta din lumin\u0103, i se substituie acum o
\n\u00eentreag\u0103 faun\u0103 cu rezonan\u0163e mult prea accentuate \u00een
\npsihologia resemn\u0103rii \u2013 turma de viermi, broasca, \u015ferpii,
\nc\u00e2inele, dihorul, omida, c\u0103pu\u015fele etc. Lumea se \u00eenchide sub
\ncer, Dumnezeu a uitat de om, iar omul a uitat s\u0103 mai biruie
\nlumea. Nic\u0103ieri salvare, nic\u0103ieri m\u00e2ntuire. Drumul nu mai
\neste \u00een sus; ceea ce mai este numit astfel nu se arat\u0103 a fi
\ndec\u00e2t o \u00eencremenire \u00een proiectul orizontalei \u2013 \u201cHai, vino,
\nfrate, C\u00e2inele meu \/ S\u0103-l c\u0103utam pe Hristos! \/ S\u0103 mergem
\ncu Dumnezeu! Pe jos \/ numai pe jos!\u201d (Poem teror).
\nCartea lui Valentin Predescu \u2013 Cenu\u015fa Sagrada \u2013,
\npoate fi \u00een\u0163eleas\u0103 numai \u00een registrul prealabil al unei
\nhiperexcitabilit\u0103\u0163i a con\u015ftiin\u0163ei care, \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd toate u\u015file
\n\u015fi ferestrele u\u015fur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii cu care recept\u0103m eul \u015fi lumea,
\npentru a r\u0103m\u00e2ne singur\u0103 cu sine \u015fi cu spaimele sale,
\nsupune unui adev\u0103rat epoche poetic toate reac\u0163iile
\ncondi\u0163ionate cu care reu\u015fim s\u0103 trecem de fiecare dat\u0103 pe
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 semnifica\u0163ii. Din aceast\u0103 lupt\u0103, cea mai grea din
\ntoate cele purtate de om, \u00eent\u0103rit iese numai Poetul,
\ndevenit, chiar dac\u0103 postum, capabil s\u0103 salveze cu slova-i
\nde foc \u00eentreaga umanitate \u2013 \u201cCu vinul mort \u00een bob de
\nstrugure \/ vom sta la cina alb\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 \/ cu na\u015fii
\n\u00eengeri, cu mirii la tr\u0103sur\u0103 \/ cu Dumnezeu ce va s\u0103 spun\u0103:
\n\/ sunt eu doar Rai \u015fi Rai sunte\u0163i \/ \u00een strai de oase de
\npoe\u0163i\u201d (Dormi\u0163i Poe\u0163i).<\/p>\n


\nGheorghe MOCANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Din umbra mun\u0163ilor
\nBorta \u2013 vol. II<\/strong>
\nFragment de roman (sub tipar)<\/p>\n

\u2013 Dac\u0103 plec\u0103m noi, voi ce-o s\u0103 face\u0163i, singuri, aici, \u00een
\nUrsoaia, la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163e?
\n\u2013 Ce-au f\u0103cut \u015fi al\u0163ii, mam\u0103 ! O s\u0103 ne ducem via\u0163a
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t! Vou\u0103 s\u0103 v\u0103 fie bine !
\nA\u015fa vorbea mama \u015fi cuvintele ei m\u0103 \u00eentristau de
\nfiecare dat\u0103. Nu m\u0103 puteam \u00eemp\u0103ca cu ideea c\u0103 ei,
\np\u0103rin\u0163ii, trebuie s\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2neasc\u0103 \u015fi pe deasupra s\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi singuri. \u00cens\u0103, de m\u0103 uitam bine \u00een jurul casei
\nnoastre, cam a\u015fa st\u0103teau lucrurile: mo\u015f Luca, singur, baba
\nRada, singur\u0103, baba Zamfira, singur\u0103\u2026 Mai multe femei.
\nB\u0103rba\u0163ii plecau mai repede pe lumea cealalt\u0103. Copiii se
\na\u015fezau la ora\u015f, uitau de p\u0103rin\u0163i, cople\u015fi\u0163i de grijile lor. Mai
\nt\u00e2rziu veneau greut\u0103\u0163ile \u015fi peste ei \u015fi nu treceau pe la
\nvatr\u0103 cu lunile sau cu anii.
\nAm plecat la str\u00e2ns f\u00e2n \u00een Poian\u0103 ! Glasul mamei, chiar
\nde p\u0103rea poruncitor, nu m\u0103 st\u00e2njenea niciodat\u0103, nu-l
\nsim\u0163eam nepotrivit niciodat\u0103, nici chiar atunci c\u00e2nd
\ng\u00e2ndul meu mai r\u0103t\u0103cea \u00eenc\u0103 prin iarb\u0103, dup\u0103 Ilinca\u2026
\nLucram de zor p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 treceau sudorile. A\u015fteptam s\u0103
\nvin\u0103 seara cu \u00eentunericul ei orbitor, s\u0103 m\u0103 culc \u015fi s\u0103 o
\nvisez iar\u0103\u015fi pe frumoasa Ilinca.
\nDe la o vreme, \u00eens\u0103, visele mele s-au schimbat. Au
\ndevenit aproape o tortur\u0103 aprig\u0103. Insuportabil\u0103. Mama
\n\u00eemi spunea \u00een copil\u0103rie c\u0103 \u00eentunericul vine din fundul
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntului, din strig\u0103tul disper\u0103rii, din urlete, din
\nspatele ferestrelor, din cimitire. Ziua, \u00eentunericul se
\nascunde \u00een b\u00e2rlogul ur\u015filor, \u00een vizuina bursucilor, \u00een
\nr\u0103d\u0103cinile copacilor \u015fi \u00een sufletele oamenilor nec\u0103ji\u0163i. A\u015fa
\n\u00eemi spunea mama, numai c\u0103 nop\u0163ile mele nu sem\u0103nau
\nnicicum cu ale ei. Nop\u0163ile mele de adolescent erau mereu
\npline de vise r\u0103scolitoare, orbitor de str\u0103lucitoare. Fiecare
\nnoapte m\u0103 purta prin locurile copil\u0103riei. \u015ei nop\u0163ile mele
\n\u00eemi purtau cu ele g\u00e2ndurile. Ilinca era st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 pe sufletul
\nmeu, era cana cu ap\u0103 din care-mi potoleam setea, pragul
\ncasei \u015fi a\u015fternutul patului meu. M-a\u015f fi \u00eenvelit pe vecie cu
\nIlinca \u015fi a\u015f fi stat slug\u0103 pururi l\u00e2ng\u0103 imaginea ei. Eram
\nprea t\u00e2n\u0103r, spunea mama, eram copil, \u015fi eram mereu
\ncopilul ei \u015fi ea era mama mea \u015fi era mereu minunat\u0103. Nu
\nputeam s\u0103-i fr\u00e2ng inima, nu puteam s\u0103-i rup sufletul, s\u0103-i
\ncalc vorbele, eram sfios, ascult\u0103tor, a\u015fa se cuvenea s\u0103 fiu.
\nIlinca \u00eens\u0103 se strecura tot mai mult \u00eentre noi ca o lumin\u0103
\nce \u00eentret\u0103ia str\u0103lucirea mamei, \u015fi str\u0103lucirea am\u00e2ndurora
\ntrecea prin mine \u015fi se \u00eenfiin\u0163a \u00een Cer \u015fi numai eu a\u015fteptam
\nsemnalul slobozeniei, al ruperii cu \u00eeng\u0103duirea lui
\nDumnezeu. O desp\u0103r\u0163ire u\u015foar\u0103 la prima vedere, \u00eens\u0103
\nnumai cine a tr\u0103it-o poate \u015fti c\u00e2t este de r\u0103scolitoare \u015fi
\ndureroas\u0103.
\nCum \u00eencepeau visele? Ilinca venea spre casa noastr\u0103.
\nO z\u0103ream pe uli\u0163\u0103. O privire \u00eemi ajungea s\u0103-i simt silabele
\nde fluture. M\u0103 duceam spre ea, cl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-mi umbra ce
\nse prelungea spre poart\u0103. Ea \u00ee\u015fi r\u0103sturna capul pe spate,
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd p\u0103rul galben s\u0103-i curg\u0103 pe coapse. M\u0103 privea ca o
\npas\u0103re de r\u0103s\u0103rit de lun\u0103 \u015fi pleca mai departe, \u015fi c\u00e2nd
\ndrumul se arcuia, m\u0103 privea iar\u0103\u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 trupul trecea
\ndincolo, \u00een partea nev\u0103zut\u0103. Ultima privire, \u00een s\u0103getarea
\nei, \u00eemi sporea str\u0103lucirea din ochi. Niciodat\u0103 nu se oprea
\nla poarta mea, trecea mai departe lu\u00e2nd mereu cu ea
\nz\u00e2mbetul ucig\u0103tor pentru sufletul meu.
\nA doua zi era s\u0103rb\u0103toare, se mergea la hor\u0103, se aduna
\nsatul, a\u015fa c\u0103 \u00een ajun munceam \u015fi mai cu spor, s\u0103 treac\u0103
\ntimpul mai repede, s\u0103 vin\u0103 duminica mai iute, s\u0103 fiu mai
\nrepede l\u00e2ng\u0103 Ilinca. G\u00e2ndul c\u0103 eram prea mic pentru ea
\nm\u0103 sugruma. Teama c\u0103 un altul i-ar putea fura inima m\u0103
\nsf\u00e2\u015fia. Vorbeam cu Dumnezeu sear\u0103 de sear\u0103 \u015fi-L
\nimploram s\u0103 o p\u0103zeasc\u0103 de ochii fl\u0103c\u0103ilor mai mari dec\u00e2t
\nmine, s\u0103 fie numai \u015fi numai a mea. M\u0103 uitam spre icoan\u0103
\n\u015fi mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 \u201eSf\u00e2ntul Gheorghe\u201d \u00eemi arat\u0103 suli\u0163a
\n\u00eenfipt\u0103 \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u015fi-mi promite c\u0103 Ilinca va fi numai a
\nmea. Numai dup\u0103 ce priveam \u00eendeajuns icoana, numai
\natunci m\u0103 puteam oarecum lini\u015fti, nu \u00eenainte \u00eens\u0103 de a-mi
\naranja pantalonii pale sub saltea, s\u0103 fac\u0103 dung\u0103, pentru
\nc\u0103 fierul de c\u0103lcat era un lux, iar c\u0103ma\u015fa trebuia s\u0103 fie cu
\ngulerul b\u0103\u0163os \u015fi pantofii lucitori, straiele mele de for\u0163\u0103, le
\n\u00eentindeam pe speteaza patului. A doua zi trebuiau s\u0103 ia
\nochii fetelor, a\u015fa cum glumeau b\u0103tr\u00e2nii.
\nDuminica spre amiaz\u0103 treceam ca o privire peste
\ndealurile \u00een\u015firate spre Burnaz, c\u0103lc\u00e2nd pe spinarea
\nbolovanilor \u00een\u015fira\u0163i prin noroaiele ad\u00e2nci. \u00cencepusem a
\nsim\u0163i mirosul de catrin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 tr\u0103gea a\u0163a spre hora
\nsatului. \u0162inteam cu un ochi casele unde \u015ftiam fete
\nfrumoase: gr\u0103dinile \u015fi cumpenele de la f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni, grajdurile
\n\u015fi gr\u0103dinile, doar-doar voi z\u0103ri vreuna. Cel\u0103lalt ochi era
\natent la c\u0103lc\u0103tur\u0103: o zare de neaten\u0163ie era de-ajuns s\u0103-mi
\nmurd\u0103reasc\u0103 pantalonii cu noroi. Era mare ru\u015fine \u00een fa\u0163a
\nfetelor. De la o vreme, mai ales de c\u00e2nd sim\u0163isem c\u0103 Ilinca
\nera tot mai curtat\u0103 de al\u0163i b\u0103ie\u0163i, sufletul meu r\u0103t\u0103cea trist
\n\u015fi nebun de invidie prin poienile Ursoii, h\u0103ituit de
\nimaginea fl\u0103c\u0103ilor ce alergau s-o prind\u0103, \u00eencol\u0163ind-o din
\ntoate p\u0103r\u0163ile. Chipuri str\u0103ine \u015fi necioplite de b\u0103rba\u0163i,
\nuneori v\u00e2njo\u015fi, alteori pric\u0103ji\u0163i, g\u0103seau c\u0103r\u0103rile cele mai
\nscurte prin tufi\u015furi \u015fi p\u00e2raie s\u0103 ajung\u0103 primii l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea.
\nIlinca trecea ca o n\u0103luc\u0103 peste v\u0103ile \u015fi dealurile ce parc\u0103
\nnu se mai terminau. B\u0103ie\u0163ii o \u00eenconjurau \u015fi cercul se
\nmic\u015fora \u015fi se tot mic\u015fora \u015fi ea r\u00e2dea. Nu \u015ftiam de ce r\u00e2de
\n\u015fi de ce nu-mi strig\u0103 ajutorul. De ce nu-mi simte lipsa \u015fi
\nde ce nu se uit\u0103 spre mine. Alergam \u00een spatele lor, nu
\ng\u0103seam calea pe unde s\u0103 \u00eenaintez \u015fi eu cu repeziciune.
\nTufi\u015furile se \u00eempotriveau, m\u0103r\u0103cinii se aruncau \u00een fa\u0163a
\nmea, m\u0103 zg\u00e2riau, nu puteam s\u0103 trec prin l\u0103starii alunilor
\n\u00eenghesui\u0163i peste coast\u0103, \u00eemi ag\u0103\u0163am hainele \u015fi pielea de
\npe fa\u0163\u0103 \u015fi de pe m\u00e2ini. C\u00e2nd ajungeam cot la cot cu
\nvreunul dintre urm\u0103ritori, eram \u00eenvins cu u\u015furin\u0163\u0103, m\u0103
\n\u00eempingea \u00eenapoi \u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2neam \u00een urm\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103
\ncutremuram de gelozie, de furie \u015fi de neputin\u0163\u0103. Purtam
\no greutate \u00een spate ce m\u0103 ap\u0103sa \u015fi m\u0103 ap\u0103sa, \u015fi-mi sleia
\nfor\u0163ele \u015fi m\u0103 \u0163inea \u00een loc. Ceilal\u0163i strigau c\u0103tre mine s\u0103
\nrenun\u0163, c\u0103 n-am nicio \u015fans\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163a lor. Privirea mea o
\nc\u0103uta pe Ilinca \u015fi n-o vedea. Suntem mari, pu\u015ftiule,
\nstrigau ei, suntem fl\u0103c\u0103i! Nu \u0163i-a venit \u00eenc\u0103 timpul s\u0103
\nprinzi fete! Nu \u0163i-a venit timpul s\u0103 ajungi la ele! Nu \u0163i-a
\nvenit vremea s\u0103 le prinzi! Pe Ilinca n-ai s-o po\u0163i prinde
\nniciodat\u0103! Ilinca este a noastr\u0103!
\n\u015eirul cuvintelor venea ca o schij\u0103 de spaim\u0103 \u015fi neputin\u0163\u0103
\nde peste tot. Ilinca e a mea ! striga altul cu p\u0103rul galben de
\nF\u0103t frumos\u2026 Ilinca \u00eentoarse capul spre el. Ochii ei luminau
\nca dou\u0103 sc\u00e2ntei. \u00cel fixa cu privirea \u015fi r\u00e2dea. El \u00eei \u00eentinse
\nm\u00e2na, aproape s\u0103-i ating\u0103 trupul. Atunci, nemaiput\u00e2nd
\nsuporta situa\u0163ia chinuitoare, s\u0103ream din pat \u00een mijlocul
\ncasei. Mama \u00eemi \u015ftergea fruntea de sudoare \u015fi deschidea
\nfereastra \u00eentunecat\u0103 \u015fi aprindea lampa p\u00e2n\u0103 la flac\u0103ra mare.
\n\u015ei mama era mereu \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat\u0103 \u015fi vorbea cu mine domol
\n\u015fi spunea c\u0103 sunt \u00een cas\u0103 \u015fi c\u0103 nu este nicio Ilinc\u0103 \u015fi eu o
\nc\u0103utam cu degetele \u00eentinse \u00een \u00eentuneric prin aerul negru \u015fi
\nm\u0103t\u0103sos al muntelui, \u015fi aerul m\u0103 privea cu \u00eengrijorare \u015fi
\nspaim\u0103, \u015fi mama \u00eemi ar\u0103ta golul din jurul meu, \u015fi eu nu-l
\nvedeam \u015fi o strigam pe Ilinca. \u00censp\u0103im\u00e2ntarea mamei
\ncre\u015ftea, \u015fi ea st\u0103tea la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2iul meu p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u0163\u0103, \u015fi a\u015fa
\n\u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat\u0103 tot frumoas\u0103 era, totdeauna mama mea \u015fi
\nmereu cea frumoas\u0103 fiin\u0163\u0103 din lume.
\nApoi r\u0103m\u00e2neam treaz \u00een a\u015fternut \u015fi ascultam coco\u015ful
\ncu vocea de tenor, t\u0103ind dimine\u0163ile \u00een felii de r\u0103coare \u015fi
\nc\u00e2ntec. \u00cenv\u0103\u0163asem c\u00e2ntecul lui de pe vremea c\u00e2nd
\ndormeam \u00eenf\u0103\u015furat \u00een scutece \u015fi nu b\u0103nuiam pe atunci
\ncine c\u00e2nt\u0103 at\u00e2t de st\u0103ruitor, mereu acela\u015fi c\u00e2ntec, ca \u015fi
\ncum ar exersa continuu s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la nemoarte.
\nA doua zi o chema pe Bi\u015fa \u2013 vr\u0103jitoarea, s\u0103-mi toarne
\ncustiorul, s\u0103-mi alunge visele negre \u015fi spaima
\n\u00eentunericului pe care, zicea ea, le-am prins dintr-o
\nsperietur\u0103. Numai eu \u015ftiam care-mi era sperietura \u015fi o
\n\u0163ineam ascuns\u0103 \u00een mine. Acestea erau visele pe care
\nnoaptea le trimitea asupra mea cu nemil\u0103 \u015fi cu menta
\nnedezmierd\u0103rii.
\nA\u015fadar, prim\u0103verile din bort\u0103 erau minunate \u015fi nu le-am
\nmai reg\u0103sit niciunde \u015fi nicic\u00e2nd. \u00cemi amintesc fiecare
\ndiminea\u0163\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eei mul\u0163umeam soarelui, c\u0103 visele fuseser\u0103
\ndoar vise, c\u0103 to\u0163i acei fe\u0163i frumo\u015fi \u2013 nu existau cu adev\u0103rat,
\nci doar \u00een \u00eenchipuirea \u00eentunecat\u0103 a nop\u0163ii.
\n\u015ei c\u00e2nd soarele r\u0103s\u0103rea \u00een prispa casei noastre,
\nsperan\u0163ele mele ren\u0103\u015fteau. Ilinca nu putea fi dec\u00e2t a mea,
\na\u015fa porneam o nou\u0103 zi, cu speran\u0163e, speran\u0163e, speran\u0163e\u2026!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Florea Costache Daruri pentru mine \u00cemi d\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul fa\u0163a lui curat\u0103, S\u0103 i-o s\u0103rut c\u00e2nd e sc\u0103ldat\u0103-n rou\u0103, C\u00e2nd urc\u0103-n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"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\/22847"}],"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=22847"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22847\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22848,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22847\/revisions\/22848"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22847"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22847"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22847"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}