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\u0218tefan DINCESCU <\/strong>
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JURNAL DIN NOAPTE [68]<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi alegi zorzoanele din carte
\ns\u0103-\u021bi fie, Alexandre, sfetnic, c\u0103l\u0103uz\u0103!…
\nS\u0103 nu prime\u0219ti ce faraonul v\u0103 \u00eemparte,
\ns\u0103 nu te miri de-i sabia l\u0103uz\u0103!…<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi alegi nici pirotelile din carte
\ns\u0103-\u021bi fie, Alexandre, cu\u0219m\u0103, c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i!…
\nS\u0103 radiezi, postumitatea, ce-mi \u00eemparte,
\ninel regal indiferen\u021bei s\u0103-i r\u0103m\u00e2i!…<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi alegi tr\u0103d\u0103rile, nici ura
\ns\u0103-\u021bi fie, Alexandre, casa, athanorul!…
\nS\u0103 \u00eei astupi, cu perle, r\u0103nile \u0219i gura
\ncui Maicii Lot, \u021bip\u00e2nd, \u00eei d\u0103 onorul!…<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi alegi din boarfe temelia
\nacelui zigurat ce-n viitor ne-a\u0219teapt\u0103,
\ns\u0103 nu pledezi c\u0103 mar\u0219ul, b\u0103t\u0103lia
\nte-ar murseca pe ultima lui treapt\u0103!…<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi alegi ce \u021bi-ar c\u00e2nta mereu
\nori cinul gogomanilor \u021bi-ar cere!…
\n\u201eS\u0103 fii sortit des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irii-i greu;
\nO cump\u0103n\u0103 \u00een zile de durere.\u201d<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi alegi t\u0103cerile din carte
\ns\u0103-\u021bi fie steaguri, Alexandre, c\u0103l\u0103uz\u0103!…
\nS\u0103 nu curtezi ce Pyrrhos \u00ee\u0219i \u00eemparte,
\ns\u0103 nu adormi c\u00e2t sabia-i l\u0103uz\u0103!…<\/p>\n


\nJURNAL DIN NOAPTE [77]<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\nde brave v\u00e2n\u0103tori \u00eentru v\u00e2ltori de stele!…
\nVoi c\u0103uta, m\u0103-ntreb, mistre\u021bul de argint
\nsau doar condurii p\u0103p\u0103diei mele?…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 v\u0103 g\u0103tesc splendori, \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021bie,
\n\u00een care o s\u0103 d\u0103n\u021buim z\u0103luzi cu to\u021bii,
\nc\u00e2ndva, insuperabil\u0103 fr\u0103\u021bie!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\ns\u0103 v\u0103 deschid c\u0103r\u0103rile la mare drumul
\npe unde vor da iure\u0219 farmazonii, faraonii
\njuc\u00e2ndu-se cu tor\u021bele, cu scrumul!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\ns\u0103 v\u0103 pictez c-o pensul\u0103 de alb\u0103strele,
\ns\u0103 v\u0103-nc\u0103lzesc hamacurile istovite
\ncu putregaiul g\u00e2rbovelor stele!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\n\u00een stele Desn\u0103\u021buiul viol\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eel mut,
\ns\u0103-mi dau cu \u0219mirghel pe l\u0103\u021boasele iluzii,
\nbulbuci \u00een Apa S\u00e2mbetei s\u0103 le str\u0103mut!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\nacolo, \u00eentre Urse, la cin\u0103 s\u0103 v-a\u0219tept!…
\nS\u0103-mi pun poeme \u00een formol, la u\u0219\u0103,
\ndin trans\u0103 pe Anubis s\u0103-l de\u0219tept?…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 dezleg \u00een p\u0103p\u0103dii \u0219i-n margarete,
\ns\u0103-mi plimb ogarii printre \u00eengerii b\u00e2hli\u021bi,
\ns\u0103-mi tund\u0103 Domnul ferche\u0219ul arete!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\ns\u0103 dau cu sufletul sclipire pe izvor,
\ns\u0103-mi t\u0103v\u0103lesc bacantele \u00een carcalete,
\ns\u0103 \u021bop\u0103i pe Alcor \u00eentr-un picior!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenchid \u00een degetarele cu adormi\u021bii,
\ns\u0103 \u00eemi ascut tesacele pe vipiile unui crin,
\ns\u0103 dorm peste cenu\u0219ile cu amori\u021bii!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\nlin fluviu s\u0103 m\u0103-nec \u00eentr-un b\u0103l\u021bat ulcior,
\ns\u0103-mi duc\u0103 dorul Pegasul fierbinte
\ns\u0103 mai fard\u0103m infernul b\u0103tr\u00e2ior!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b sclipici de setea unui clopot,
\nom\u0103t s\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103sfir pe-aici, peste Izvoare,
\ns\u0103-\u021bi fiu colind\u0103, \u021biter\u0103 \u0219i ropot!…<\/p>\n

M\u0103 preg\u0103te\u0219te vremea, Alexandre,
\ns\u0103 fiu o libelul\u0103 pe nasul unui \u00eenger,
\neden sufl\u00e2nd \u00een dalii, \u00een micsandre,
\npe cerul gurii Domnului s\u0103-i s\u00e2nger!…<\/p>\n


\nElena C\u0102P\u0102\u021a\u00c2N\u0102 <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103pi\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen v\u00e2rful c\u0103pi\u021bei cu f\u00e2n a tr\u0103it cea mai frumoas\u0103 poveste. \u0218i urcase doar pentru a-i pune un capi\u0219on cu mo\u021b pentru a o proteja de ploaie sau ninsoare, a\u0219a cum f\u0103cuse \u0219i cu alte c\u0103pi\u021be.
\nCine l-a pus s\u0103 urce? S-a uitat \u00een buletin? Se apropia de sut\u0103 \u0219i el se credea t\u00e2n\u0103r, iar dac\u0103 putea face c\u0103pi\u021be ce mai conta num\u0103rul lor. Al anilor, al c\u0103pi\u021belor? Era doar un g\u00e2nd care dep\u0103na firul \u0219i care plecase hai-hui, la \u00eent\u00e2lnire cu alte g\u00e2nduri. O adev\u0103rat\u0103 re\u021bea neuronal\u0103.
\n\uf02d Ce-i cu voi? A\u021bi venit la \u00eent\u00e2lnire?
\n\u0218i c\u0103pi\u021bele de pe culmea dealului \u0219i-au scuturat canafii capi\u0219oanelor, \u00een semn c\u0103 \u201eda!\u201d \u0218i au deschis u\u0219a comunic\u0103rii din spatele firelor de iarb\u0103 uscat\u0103:
\n\uf02d Alt\u0103 \u00eentrebare?!
\n\uf02d De ce alt\u0103 \u00eentrebare? Ce, eu sunt robot s\u0103 scot \u00eentreb\u0103ri pe band\u0103? Eu muncesc!…
\n\uf02d Hi! Hi! Hi! chicoti o c\u0103pi\u021b\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, de un ceas, cu un capi\u0219on verde ca iarba de prim\u0103var\u0103. Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 mi-ai l\u0103sat \u0219i mie un g\u00e2nd al t\u0103u. I-am prins firul \u0219i acum \u00eei caut cap\u0103tul, s\u0103 v\u0103d unde duce.
\n\uf02d Dar \u00eenc\u00e2lcit mai e\u0219ti c\u00e2teodat\u0103, s\u0103ri \u00eembufnat\u0103 o alt\u0103 c\u0103pi\u021b\u0103, din vale. Parc\u0103 \u00eemi vine s\u0103 m\u0103 rostogolesc p\u00e2n\u0103 la p\u00e2r\u00e2u, s\u0103-mi v\u0103d chipul \u00een oglinda apei \u0219i s\u0103 mi-l sp\u0103l. M-am uscat de dorul copiilor… Sunt hran\u0103 pentru oi… Pentru cal… dar vaca? A murit…
\n\uf02d Cine a murit? V\u0103cu\u021ba mea? C\u00e2nd? De ce? Ce tot \u00eeng\u0103imi acolo?
\n\uf02d P\u0103i ce, eu sunt de vin\u0103? Sunt g\u00e2ndurile tale, \u00eenc\u00e2lcite. C\u0103 a\u0219a erai c\u00e2nd m-ai cl\u0103dit. Mi-ai pus \u0219i capi\u0219on negru, s\u0103 port doliu dup\u0103 mortul t\u0103u.
\n\uf02d Care mort? C\u0103 mul\u021bi au murit, uit\u00e2nd s\u0103 se bucure.
\n\uf02d Tu \u0219tii la care mort te g\u00e2ndeai. \u021ai-am spus c\u0103 mi-ai l\u0103sat mo\u0219tenire g\u00e2nduri \u00eenc\u00e2lcite? A\u0219a faci cu toate?
\n\uf02d O s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la asta! Sper s\u0103-mi amintesc. De aici, de sus, toate se v\u0103d altfel.<\/p>\n

\uf02d Trimite-mi un g\u00e2nd bun, poate m\u0103 lumineaz\u0103 \u0219i \u0219tiu de ce fir s\u0103 apuc \u0219i eu. S\u0103 dep\u0103n o poveste bun\u0103 pentru animalele din gospod\u0103ria ta.
\nUn nor s-a \u00eentins la soare \u0219i se tot \u00eendesea. Umbra lui, ca o c\u0103pi\u021b\u0103, parc\u0103 \u00eel a\u0219tepta s\u0103-i pun\u0103 capi\u0219on \u0219i s\u0103 r\u0103suceasc\u0103 un g\u00e2nd, precum musta\u021ba lui alb\u0103 c\u00e2nd este cu promoroaca a\u0219ezat\u0103 pe fiecare firicel, c\u0103 norul \u00ee\u0219i mai scutur\u0103 promoroaca atunci c\u00e2nd \u00eel \u00eent\u00e2lne\u0219te \u00een calea spre ieslele animalelor.
\nCu m\u00e2na strea\u0219in\u0103 la ochi, privea spre norul care se schimba la fa\u021b\u0103, clip\u0103 de clip\u0103. Se str\u00e2nsese ca un caier gata preg\u0103tit pentru tors sau… pentru stors, c\u0103 adunase pic\u0103tur\u0103 cu pic\u0103tur\u0103 \u0219i voia s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 se uneasc\u0103 din nou cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, \u00eemprosp\u0103t\u00e2nd aerul care, \u00eenc\u0103lzit de razele Soarelui, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a firele de iarb\u0103 devenite acum otava, ve\u0219m\u00e2ntul de smarald al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului c\u0103lcat de g\u00e2ndurile dornice de a ridica o floare \u0219i a-l incita pe centenar s\u0103 rup\u0103 petalele, una c\u00e2te una, a\u0219a cum f\u0103cea odat\u0103, demult…
\n\uf02d M\u0103 iube\u0219te, m\u0103 dore\u0219te, mult, pu\u021bin, deloc…
\n\uf02d Cine?
\n\uf02d Cineva! Undeva! L-am cunoscut \u0219i L-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit de multe ori.
\n\uf02d Vine ploaia! \u0218i pe mine m\u0103 iube\u0219te. Ce dac\u0103 sunt doar un fir de iarb\u0103 care ajunge \u00eentr-o c\u0103pi\u021b\u0103? Te vei g\u00e2ndi \u0219i la mine?
\nA\u0219a \u00ee\u0219i \u00eendeplinea misiunea firul de iarb\u0103. C\u0103pi\u021ba lui urma s\u0103 fie acoperit\u0103 cu un capi\u0219on verde. Dar cine s\u0103 i-l pun\u0103? C\u0103 prinsese un g\u00e2nd care croia chipul unui t\u00e2n\u0103r, dar \u00eei era greu s\u0103 deslu\u0219easc\u0103 dac\u0103 era vesel sau trist, dac\u0103 se joac\u0103 \u00een iarb\u0103, cu iarb\u0103 sau… cine \u0219tie!? C\u0103 firului de iarb\u0103 \u00eei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 fie admirat \u0219i mirosit \u00een f\u00e2ne\u021be, al\u0103turi de flori multicolore, aduc\u00e2nd bucurie ochilor, \u00eemprosp\u0103t\u00e2nd aerul \u0219i bucur\u00e2nd auzul c\u00e2nd se pleca, smerit, sub coasa celui care \u00eenc\u0103 \u0219tia s\u0103 o m\u00e2nuiasc\u0103. El \u0219tia c\u0103 misiunea lui era \u00eendeplinit\u0103 c\u00e2nd ajungea s\u0103 fie rumegat, a\u0219a cum era, \u00eenfr\u0103\u021bit cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, sau pus \u00een ieslele animalelor. Poate c\u0103 alte fire de iarb\u0103 erau folosite \u00een alt scop, fiind m\u0103cinate \u0219i pus \u00een doze, mestecate, arse \u0219i inhalate…
\n\u00cenc\u0103lzit de razele Soarelui, firul de iarb\u0103 \u00eencetase pentru o clip\u0103 s\u0103 mai joace rolul s\u0103u de a deslu\u0219i g\u00e2ndurile r\u0103zle\u021be, dar sim\u021bi c\u0103 un strop se prelingea \u0219i se scurgea \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\n\uf02d Ploaie cu soare s\u0103 fie oare?!
\nDar sim\u021bi o arsur\u0103, ca de saramur\u0103. Erau lacrimi de triste\u021be, care curgeau \u0219iroaie din ochii unui centenar. \u00cei sp\u0103laser\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile \u0219i \u021b\u00e2\u0219neau, f\u0103r\u0103 voia lui, \u00eentrist\u00e2nd iarba atins\u0103, care murea pu\u021bin c\u00e2te pu\u021bin. Se g\u00e2ndea c\u0103 astfel de lacrimi ar fi un \u201eerbicid\u201d puternic pentru acea altfel de iarb\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i dorea s\u0103 poat\u0103 pl\u00e2nge at\u00e2t de mult, \u00eenc\u00e2t orice \u201eiarb\u0103 rea\u201d s\u0103 piar\u0103 \u0219i urma\u0219ii lui s\u0103 cunoasc\u0103 adev\u0103rata misiune a ierbii, str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een c\u0103pi\u021be \u0219i capi\u0219oanele colorate s\u0103 le fie acoperi\u0219.
\n\uf02d Ajutor! strigau firele udate. Salveaz\u0103-ne!
\n\uf02d Cum? \u00cenv\u0103\u021ba\u021bi-m\u0103 voi pe mine cum s\u0103-mi salvez str\u0103nepotul!
\n\uf02d Atunci ne vom sacrifica, pentru a-i ar\u0103ta dovada vie a tr\u0103irii tale \u0219i pentru a fi pilda ta o \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tur\u0103 mai bun\u0103 dec\u00e2t a celor \u201e\u00eenv\u0103\u021ba\u021bi\u201d.
\n\uf02d Crede\u021bi c\u0103 umbra unei c\u0103pi\u021be va face minuni pentru el?
\n\uf02d Cu hrana proasp\u0103t\u0103 din gospod\u0103ria ta, cu iubirea pe care i-a por\u021bi, cu lucrul la c\u0103pi\u021be, pun\u00e2nd capi\u0219oanele cele mai hazlii care s\u0103-i readuc\u0103 bucuria \u00een suflet \u0219i veselia pe chip, \u00een scurt timp va reu\u0219i s\u0103 fie cel care este menit s\u0103 fie! Ai n\u0103dejde \u00een El, a\u0219a cum ai avut mereu!
\n\uf02d Mul\u021bumesc! E\u0219ti firul de iarb\u0103 cu r\u0103d\u0103cini ad\u00e2nci. Te iubesc! \u0218i vreau s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti! Revin imediat!
\nS-a \u00eentors cu o can\u0103 de ap\u0103 proasp\u0103t\u0103 \u0219i a stropit, cu dragoste, firele de iarb\u0103 aflate \u00een suferin\u021b\u0103.
\n\uf02d M\u0103 simt deja mai bine! Voi fi \u00een v\u00e2rful c\u0103pi\u021bei cu un capi\u0219on verde!<\/p>\n


\nLumini\u021ba POT\u00ceRNICHE <\/strong>
\n\"\"

ploi care au schimbat lumea<\/strong><\/p>\n

toate se \u00eent\u00e2mplau pe ploaie
\ntrenurile aveau \u00eent\u00e2rziere
\nblugii intrau la ap\u0103
\nsandalele se rupeau de noi
\nr\u0103m\u00e2neam f\u0103r\u0103 p\u00e2ine \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 \u021big\u0103ri
\ncea mai important\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnire
\nse am\u00e2na transform\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentr-o p\u0103r\u0103sire
\nde secet\u0103
\ntr\u0103gea sarea se umezeau chibriturile
\nu\u0219ile se \u00eenchideau greu sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind
\n\u00eentr-o b\u0103ltoac\u0103 era locul perfect
\nca s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi pierzi cheile \u0219i inelul<\/p>\n

\u0219i deprinderea de a fi curat
\nla aflarea adev\u0103rului<\/p>\n


\ncum ne-am f\u0103cut mari<\/strong><\/p>\n

se mul\u021bumeau cu pu\u021binul acelei zile
\npentru c\u0103 nu cuno\u0219teau alta
\nla brut\u0103rie b\u0103gaser\u0103 p\u00e2ine de vatr\u0103
\nro\u0219iile se c\u0103\u021b\u0103rau pe arac
\ncopiii mergeau drept \u00een picioare
\nchenzinele acopereau datorii mai vechi
\nera un cumul de for\u021be
\nb\u0103rbatul sprijinea casa sau invers
\nfemeia m\u0103tura gunoiul ca s\u0103 nu afle vecinii
\nplozii promiteau marea cu sarea
\ndoar ca s\u0103 fie ierta\u021bi de muncile grele
\ncum ar fi sprijinitul m\u0103turatul
\npromiteau chiar c\u0103 nu se vor face mari niciodat\u0103
\n\u0219i vor \u00eenc\u0103pea la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it \u00een c\u00e2rpele p\u0103pu\u0219ilor
\ncare nici ele nu se \u021binuser\u0103 de cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i se f\u0103cuser\u0103 mari \u0219i tari
\n\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i permiteau s\u0103 dea cu pumnul \u00een mas\u0103
\nla \u0219coal\u0103
\nla televizor
\nsau \u00een c\u00e2rciuma cu acces interzis minorilor
\nmajorilor dup\u0103 orele de program
\nli se oferea o scenet\u0103 de teatru ieftin de mahala
\n\u00een care m\u0103tura care deretica universul
\nmai nimerea st\u00e2lpul \u0219ui al societ\u0103\u021bii multilateral dezvoltate
\nchiar \u00een celula de baz\u0103
\n\u0219i silnicie<\/p>\n


\ngolul \u00een sine<\/strong><\/p>\n

o duminic\u0103 \u0219i prin geamul deschis se aude
\ncum cade felia de p\u00e2ine din cu\u021bitul \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bitorului
\ncare face dreapta \u00eemp\u0103r\u021beal\u0103
\no m\u00e2n\u0103 de femeie zdrumic\u0103 ni\u0219te nimicuri
\nle amestec\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 cu ni\u0219te ou\u0103
\n\u00eemi pot imagina c\u00e2\u021bi pui au fost anula\u021bi
\nc\u00e2\u021bi albi c\u00e2\u021bi negri c\u00e2\u021bi amesteca\u021bi
\nmai t\u00e2rziu va sf\u00e2r\u00e2i o tigaie \u00eencins\u0103
\no vorb\u0103 ur\u00e2t\u0103 un muc de uitare l\u0103sat \u00eentr-o scrumier\u0103
\nun telefon sun\u0103 \u00een obi\u0219nuin\u021b\u0103 a gol
\ncel de la cap\u0103tul firului desigur un mentalist
\ntr\u00e2nte\u0219te cu putere geamul
\nsun\u0103 iar telefonul dar golul
\nse are pe sine \u00een sine<\/p>\n

(Din volumul \u201eApa nu avea nicio u\u0219\u0103\u201d, Ed. Tracus Arte, 2023)<\/p>\n


\nMioara B\u0102LU\u021a\u0102<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Uneori ne oprim <\/strong><\/p>\n

– p\u0103s\u0103ri ascunse \u00een r\u0103muri\u0219ul
\nde la marginea drumului –
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103m f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne aud\u0103 cineva.
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd setea ne aspre\u0219te buzele
\n\u0219i niciun sunet nu mai reu\u0219e\u0219te s\u0103 treac\u0103
\ndincolo de ad\u0103postul fragil al memoriei.
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103m f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tim ce fel de aripi ne cresc
\n\u00een nop\u021bile cu lun\u0103
\nnici c\u00e2t de tari ne pot fi ghearele.
\nAlteori ne \u00eenchidem \u00een c\u00e2ntecul nostru
\n\u0219i nimic din jur nu mai conteaz\u0103:
\nhrana coboar\u0103 pe mas\u0103
\nse las\u0103 t\u0103iat\u0103 \u0219i \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit\u0103
\n\u00een timp ce toate visele noastre
\nizbucnesc \u00een pl\u00e2ns
\nca ni\u0219te copii timizi
\n\u00een fa\u021ba unor urme de fiar\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nDor de mama<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dor s\u0103-\u021bi iau m\u00e2inile-n palme
\nS\u0103 m-aplec s\u0103 le s\u0103rut
\n– Loc amar \u0219i loc durut –
\nGrijile s\u0103 \u021bi le sfarme.<\/p>\n

M\u00e2ini ce-au pus lumin\u0103-n mine
\nLumii c\u00e2nd m-au d\u0103ruit
\n– Miez de p\u00e2ine \u0219i cu\u021bit –
\nRai crescut peste ruine.<\/p>\n

Dor de bl\u00e2nda m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere
\nCe m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng
\n– Mers \u00eencet \u0219i mers n\u0103t\u00e2ng –
\nToamnei-i cer \u00eent\u00e2rziere<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t s\u0103 pot opri cu g\u00e2ndul
\nAl nisipului tic-tac<\/p>\n

– Timp hain \u0219i timp opac –
\nVin din urm\u0103… mi-a\u0219tept r\u00e2ndul…<\/p>\n


\nPe aici <\/strong><\/p>\n

Un clopot nev\u0103zut \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie \u00een lume sunet de frunze.
\nLumina lor deseneaz\u0103 aripi
\npe morm\u00e2ntul t\u0103u.
\nNe \u0219tiu drumurile, mam\u0103!
\nNe gr\u0103be\u0219te via\u021ba. Nu ne \u00eentreab\u0103 nimic.
\n\u0218i dac\u0103 ar \u00eentreba nu ar r\u0103spunde nimeni.
\nUmbl\u0103m \u0219i vorbim cu pietrele.
\nAscult\u0103m cu aten\u021bie aerul lucrurilor
\nfrunzele v\u00e2ntul …
\nCasele care vorbesc despre oamenii r\u0103ma\u0219i
\nca despre ni\u0219te \u021b\u0103ri \u00een ruin\u0103.
\nEu sunt o cale spre un cap\u0103t neg\u0103sit.
\nO f\u00e2\u0219ie lung\u0103 de asfalt \u00eentr-o lupt\u0103 permanent\u0103
\ncu sensurile \u0219i semafoarele.
\nF\u0103r\u0103 tine e frig
\n\u0219i frigul \u00eemi ad\u00e2nce\u0219te o groap\u0103 \u00een creier,
\naprinde c\u00e2teva cuvinte ca \u0219i cum ar cere iertare
\nnop\u021bii care traverseaz\u0103 t\u0103cerea lung\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMo\u0219tenirea<\/strong>
\n(tat\u0103lui meu)<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce a ie\u0219it pentru totdeauna
\ndin cas\u0103
\nimediat \u00een urma lui
\ncasa a plecat dup\u0103 el
\nfunda\u021bii st\u00e2lpi sc\u0103ri acoperi\u0219
\ns-au smuls \u0219i au plecat
\nuna c\u00e2te una
\ntrosnind greoi
\nTot ce \u00eensemna vocea lui a disp\u0103rut.
\nD\u00e2ra de fum cu mirosul de \u021big\u0103ri ieftine
\nlocul din capul mesei cu
\nscaunul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 pragul u\u0219ii
\ntoate au traversat curtea – singura
\nbiseric\u0103 \u00een care s-a rugat –
\n\u0218i cine dintre noi
\nva putea s\u0103 vad\u0103 \u00een ceea ce a r\u0103mas
\nacel miracol numit copil\u0103rie
\nmica noastr\u0103 fericire
\nsingura mo\u0219tenire<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Nu-mi lua toat\u0103 puterea, via\u021b\u0103,
\nmai las\u0103-mi o f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 din ea.
\nMai bine ia-mi strig\u0103tul.
\nMai bine ia-mi nelini\u0219tea.
\nAbia acum,
\nc\u00e2nd nicio floare nu m\u0103 mai poate judeca,
\npot ierta c\u0103derea fiec\u0103rei frunze.<\/p>\n

\u0218i, nu, nu-i cl\u0103tinare.
\nE felul meu de a-\u021bi spune cu toate ramurile
\nc\u0103 nimic nu conteaz\u0103 mai mult
\ndec\u00e2t cine \u00ee\u021bi aprinde o sc\u00e2nteie de lumin\u0103
\n\u00een \u00eentunericul t\u0103u cel mai ad\u00e2nc.
\nCine te face s\u0103 iube\u0219ti \u0219i s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi lumea
\na\u0219a cum malurile \u00een\u021beleg r\u00e2ul,
\na\u0219a cum un corp \u00een\u021belege setea altui corp
\ntransform\u00e2nd \u00een aur
\nfoamea pe care i-a dat-o!<\/p>\n

***
\nzvon de iarb\u0103 \u00een cre\u0219tere
\nun loc al mor\u021bilor traversat
\nde \u00eengeri deghiza\u021bi \u00een p\u0103s\u0103ri
\ncu zbuciumul lor de ne\u00een\u021beles
\ncu mila lor prietenoas\u0103.<\/p>\n

fotografiile vechi iau locul omului
\ncuvintele care ne \u0219tiu \u0219i nu le-am cunoscut
\nvin s\u0103 alunge materia
\ndin care este f\u0103cut \u00eentunericul.<\/p>\n

pere\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i trag sufletul
\n\u00eencet \u00eencet… tot mai singuri
\n\u00eenconjura\u021bi de caii \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103ra\u021bi
\nai unei frici
\ncare ne h\u0103r\u021buie\u0219te.<\/p>\n


\nSorin C\u0102LIN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Cuvinte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt r\u0103bd\u0103toare. Nu se gr\u0103besc. Poate azi, dac\u0103 nu m\u00e2ine. Nu dau buzna. B\u0103ncu\u021ba pe care s-au a\u0219ezat este l\u00e2ng\u0103 perete. Alb, de-un chip cu ele, \u00eenalt de-un stat \u0219i ceva de om. Sunt cuviincioase. N-ar \u00eentina lemnul-piedestal de stejar c\u0103lc\u00e2ndu-l \u00een picioare doar pentru priviri deasupra semenilor. Sunt potolite. Au ele ceva ardelenesc \u00een fire. Un pas molcom \u0219i ap\u0103sat. Sunt bonome. \u00cen fa\u021ba binelui se \u00eenclin\u0103 ad\u00e2nc. Sunt recunosc\u0103toare. Mul\u021bumesc e de-ajuns. Sunt filozoafe. S\u0103 le vezi st\u00e2nd la taclale cu degetul mare \u0219i ar\u0103t\u0103torul f\u0103cute pra\u0219tie pun\u00e2nd propt\u0103 mandibulei. Sunt iubitoare. \u00ce\u0219i \u00eencol\u0103cesc m\u00e2inile \u00een jurul dragostei \u0219i nu-i mai dau drumul. Sunt \u00eengrijorate. Apuc\u0103 un tremur u\u0219or \u00een glas \u0219i se las\u0103 cu fior spre inim\u0103. Sunt \u00eenfrico\u0219ate. \u00centunericul le \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103. Sunt revoltate. Nu pentru ele, ci pentru oasele care le plimb\u0103 de colo, colo. Sunt furioase. Fac gura aul\u0103 \u0219i tun\u0103 reverberate. Sunt sf\u0103toase. Un g\u00e2nd bun e binevenit oric\u00e2nd. Sunt agere. Se strecoar\u0103 subtil printre surate \u0219i le provoac\u0103 la maraton. Sunt m\u0103moase. Doar pentru c\u0103 patentul pentru ta\u021bi \u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a brevetat. Sunt banale. Uite-a\u0219a turuie c\u00e2teodat\u0103 la unison \u0219iruri plictisite. Sunt ciudoase. Pe nebunul de la mansard\u0103 care nu \u021bine pasul cu cei de-o teap\u0103. Sunt ciudate. Lucreaz\u0103 \u00een algoritm propriu, esperanto la purt\u0103tor. Sunt vioaie. Zburd\u0103 ca \u0103ia mici. Sunt somnoroase. Se chinuie s\u0103 fac\u0103 ochii mari \u00eentre dou\u0103 c\u0103sc\u0103turi. Sunt ve\u0219nice. Se las\u0103 prinse de coala pur\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie. Sunt \u0219optite. Iau adieri de prim\u0103var\u0103 \u0219i le anin\u0103 pavilioanelor. Sunt goale. S-au r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een de\u0219ert. Sunt mute. M\u0103resc pupilele a nedumerire. Sunt sf\u00e2\u0219iate. Pl\u00e2ng \u00een sine. Sunt cinstite. Se pun pe c\u00e2ntarul drept\u0103\u021bii. Sunt dojenitoare. Atrag deseori reac\u021bii adverse. Sunt \u00een van. \u00ce\u0219i r\u0103cesc cavitatea bucal\u0103, dac\u0103 nu \u0219i-o \u00eenfierb\u00e2nt\u0103, de poman\u0103. Sunt st\u0103ruitoare. Au o aplecare \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat\u0103 pentru opinii proprii. Sunt categorice. Pun punct. Sunt vulgare. Se dezbrac\u0103 la pielea goal\u0103 \u00een plin\u0103 strad\u0103. Sunt umile. \u0218tiu ele o vorb\u0103: capul plecat, de sabie nu e t\u0103iat. Sunt melodioase. Se ca\u021b\u0103r\u0103 pe sc\u0103ri muzicale. Sunt dezinteresate. Nu cer plat\u0103 pentru voluntariat. Sunt multe. Doar c\u00e2nd sufer\u0103 de logoree. Sunt copil\u0103roase. \u00cenc\u0103 au ,,ce\u201d-ul \u00een s\u00e2nge. Sunt spirituale. Se a\u0219az\u0103 la tribuna inteligen\u021bei \u0219i peroreaz\u0103. Sunt ale mele!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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