{"id":23395,"date":"2024-07-03T06:56:43","date_gmt":"2024-07-03T03:56:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=23395"},"modified":"2024-07-03T06:56:43","modified_gmt":"2024-07-03T03:56:43","slug":"literadura-nr-32-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=23395","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 32 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Costel STANCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

N\u0103scut la 02.05.1970, V\u00eenju-Mare, jude\u0163ul Mehedin\u0163i.
\nLocuie\u015fte \u00een Re\u015fi\u0163a, jude\u0163ul Cara\u015f-Severin.
\nMembru al Cenaclului Literar Semenicul din Re\u015fi\u0163a; Membru D9; Membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia, Filiala Timi\u015foara.<\/p>\n

A publicat volumele de poezie:
\n– Terapia c\u0103derii \u00een gol, Editura Hestia, Timi\u015foara, 1995. Dominic sau despre imita\u0163ia umbrei, Editura Hestia, Timi\u015foara, 1995. M\u0103\u015ftile solitudinii, Editura Marineasa, Timi\u015foara, 1997. Golurile din p\u00eeine, Editura Marineasa, Timi\u015foara, 1998. Fluturele cu o singur\u0103 arip\u0103, Editura Timpul, Re\u015fi\u0163a, 2000. Arta imagina\u0163iei, antologie, Editura Vinea, Bucure\u015fti, 2001. C\u00eentarul de ap\u0103, Editura Marineasa, Timi\u015foara, 2002. V\u00een\u0103toarea promis\u0103, Editura Marineasa, Timi\u015foara, 2003. Ie\u015firea din pe\u015fter\u0103, Editura Marineasa, Timi\u015foara, 2005. \u00cenghi\u0163itorul de creioane, Editura Tim, Re\u015fi\u0163a, 2009; Evolu\u0163i@ uman\u0103, epigrame, Editura Tim, Re\u015fi\u0163a, 2009; Risipitorul de h\u00eertie, Editura Tim, Re\u015fi\u0163a, 2015. Ochiul din palm\u0103, antologie, Editura Mirador, Arad, 2017. Ho\u021bul de ferestre, Editura Mirador, Arad, 2019. La therapie de la chute dans le vide, (traduit par Amalia Achard), Editions Stellamaris, Brest, France, 2019. Noaptea creioanelor lungi, Editura CDPL, Bucure\u0219ti, 2022. Sanatoriu de boli necunoscute, antologie, Editura Castrum de Thymes, Giroc, 2023. Testament pe un geam aburit \/ Testament on a Fogged Glass (traducere de Radu A. Cern\u0103tescu), Editura Junimea, Ia\u0219i, 2023; Zarurile au fugit de acas\u0103 \/ Los dados huyeron da casa (traducere de Adina Alexandrescu), Editura Hoffman, Caracal, 202.<\/p>\n

* * *
\nTe ia de m\u00een\u0103 \u0219i te duce pe malul m\u0103rii.
\n\u00cenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 vezi, \u00een t\u0103cere, cu inima!
\nCuvintele s\u00eent str\u0103lucitoare, dar goale.
\nCa fuduliile unui sultan, diminea\u021ba.
\nAscult\u0103-\u021bi sufletul, r\u0103m\u00eei acolo!
\nOrb, surd \u0219i nebun \u00een uitarea de sine.
\n\u00ce\u021bi deseneaz\u0103, pe nisip, o form\u0103 oarecare.
\nVei fi liber at\u00eeta vreme c\u00eet nu \u00ee\u021bi vei
\ncon\u0219tientiza nici centrul, nici marginile.
\nO mie de savan\u021bi \u00ee\u0219i vor smulge b\u0103rbile
\nchinuindu-se s\u0103 te cuprind\u0103 \u00een formulele lor
\nreci. Via\u021ba e acum \u0219i aici: \u00een femeia ce
\n\u0219i-a pierdut min\u021bile a\u0219tept\u00eend o corabie
\ns\u0103-i aduc\u0103 acas\u0103 fiul pe care nu l-a n\u0103scut
\nniciodat\u0103. \u00cen pescarul ce p\u00eende\u0219te, cu pu\u0219ca
\nla ochi, pe\u0219tele zbur\u0103tor. \u00cen copilul ce
\npl\u00eenge f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 \u00eenghite aerul \u00eemb\u00eecsit
\nal zilei \u0219i ni-l \u00eenapoiaz\u0103 purificat.
\nEi s\u00eent ferici\u021bi. V\u0103d, \u00een t\u0103cere, cu inima.<\/p>\n

***
\nS\u00eente\u021bi nebuni? Ce r\u0103zboi s\u0103 port
\nc\u00eend calul meu e moale ca noroiul,
\niar mintea l\u00eeng\u0103 cu\u0219ca trupului st\u0103 legat\u0103?
\nDespre ce victorii vorbi\u021bi, nu vede\u021bi c\u0103
\nflamurile au ajuns zdren\u021be, tobele surde?
\nDu\u0219manul a \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00eenit \u0219i el. Putem fi, cel mult,
\ndoi caraghio\u0219i la b\u00eelciul istoriei, s\u0103 ne c\u00ee\u0219tige copiii
\ndrept premii la standul de tras cu pu\u0219tile cu ventuze.
\nVia\u021ba e plin\u0103 de pove\u0219ti cu \u00eenving\u0103tori
\n\u0219i \u00eenvin\u0219i, cu regi nebuni ce \u0219i-au \u00eenchipuit
\nc\u0103 pot dirija marea orchestr\u0103 a de\u0219ert\u0103ciunii.
\nBie\u021bii de ei, au pierit la primul sunet,
\nnici nu au apucat s\u0103 clatine aerul cu bagheta!
\nA\u0219a c\u0103 l\u0103sa\u021bi-m\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219tea mea seniorial\u0103. E t\u00eerziu.
\nDou\u0103 lucruri mai a\u0219tept: moartea \u0219i pe barbari.<\/p>\n

* * *
\nM-am s\u0103turat s\u0103 tot aud clopo\u021belul de la u\u0219a dintre lumi.
\nFace\u021bi ceva cu aceste suflete r\u0103t\u0103cite. Umblu pe str\u0103zi,
\nmai nelini\u0219tit dec\u00eet un internat de fete la
\nora ghicitului \u00een cafea. \u00cencotro? m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103
\nochii t\u0103i \u2013 doi v\u00een\u0103tori care \u00ee\u0219i spun unul celuilalt
\npove\u0219ti neadev\u0103rate. Nu \u0219tiu ce s\u0103 le r\u0103spund,
\neu nu am v\u0103zut niciodat\u0103 o pas\u0103re oprindu-se din zbor
\n\u0219i p\u0103\u0219ind maiestuos peste t\u0103i\u0219ul cu\u021bitului.
\nE sear\u0103. Ho\u021bii de cai se roag\u0103 s\u0103 nu r\u0103sar\u0103 luna.
\nFiecare, de sine \u00eensu\u0219i, se spal\u0103 pe m\u00eeini.
\nMai vorbi\u021bi \u0219i voi cu c\u00eeinele orbului,
\no s\u0103 \u00eennebuneasc\u0103 de at\u00eeta singur\u0103tate<\/p>\n

* * *
\nElibereaz\u0103-te de tot ce \u0219tii. Memoria e un submarin
\ndin carton, nu o floare de nuf\u0103r. \u00cenc\u0103 nu p\u0103r\u0103sise\u0219i p\u00eentecul
\nmamei \u0219i veneau la tine s\u0103 te \u00eentrebe despre vie\u021bile lor.
\nNu cobor\u00ee podul peste \u0219an\u021bul de ap\u0103rare. Vor \u00eenota p\u00een\u0103
\n\u00een mijlocul apei, apoi se vor \u00eentoarce speria\u021bi. Fiecare va
\npovesti altceva. Pref\u0103-te c\u0103 \u00eei ascul\u021bi, \u00eei va lini\u0219ti. Spune-le
\nc\u0103 doar ceea ce nu \u0219tiu le poate fi de folos. S\u00eent p\u0103s\u0103ri
\ncare dorm \u00een zbor, amintirile \u00eempiedic\u00eendu-le s\u0103 coboare
\npe p\u0103m\u00eent. Te vor crede nebun, nu-\u021bi fie team\u0103. Se apropie
\nvremea c\u00eend cel ce uit\u0103 o s\u0103 fie mai c\u0103utat dec\u00eet cel ce
\n\u00ee\u0219i aduce aminte. Cui folosesc firimiturile aruncate
\n\u00eentr-o curte p\u0103zit\u0103 de c\u00eeinii slobozi ai min\u021bii? Tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u0219i uit\u0103!
\nAbia atunci te vei putea desp\u0103r\u021bi de tine, Cel\u0103lalt, ca de
\nun str\u0103in c\u0103ruia i-ai c\u0103rat, o parte a drumului, crucea<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Elibereaz\u0103-te de tot ce \u0219tii. Memoria e un submarin
\ndin carton, nu o floare de nuf\u0103r. \u00cenc\u0103 nu p\u0103r\u0103sise\u0219i p\u00eentecul
\nmamei \u0219i veneau la tine s\u0103 te \u00eentrebe despre vie\u021bile lor.
\nNu cobor\u00ee podul peste \u0219an\u021bul de ap\u0103rare. Vor \u00eenota p\u00een\u0103
\n\u00een mijlocul apei, apoi se vor \u00eentoarce speria\u021bi. Fiecare va
\npovesti altceva. Pref\u0103-te c\u0103 \u00eei ascul\u021bi, \u00eei va lini\u0219ti. Spune-le
\nc\u0103 doar ceea ce nu \u0219tiu le poate fi de folos. S\u00eent p\u0103s\u0103ri
\ncare dorm \u00een zbor, amintirile \u00eempiedic\u00eendu-le s\u0103 coboare
\npe p\u0103m\u00eent. Te vor crede nebun, nu-\u021bi fie team\u0103. Se apropie
\nvremea c\u00eend cel ce uit\u0103 o s\u0103 fie mai c\u0103utat dec\u00eet cel ce
\n\u00ee\u0219i aduce aminte. Cui folosesc firimiturile aruncate
\n\u00eentr-o curte p\u0103zit\u0103 de c\u00eeinii slobozi ai min\u021bii? Tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u0219i uit\u0103!
\nAbia atunci te vei putea desp\u0103r\u021bi de tine, Cel\u0103lalt, ca de
\nun str\u0103in c\u0103ruia i-ai c\u0103rat, o parte a drumului, crucea.<\/p>\n


\nGina ZAHARIA <\/strong>
\n\"\"

pretutindeni \u0219i nic\u0103ieri<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd merg seara prin sat v\u0103d lumini noi la case vechi
\n\u0219i \u00eengeri v\u0103d roind prin poduri
\nsparg acoperi\u0219urile \u0219i se furi\u0219eaz\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be de lun\u0103
\nde multe ori i-am v\u0103zut dar
\nniciodat\u0103 n-am privit pe fereastr\u0103
\noricum n-a\u0219 fi \u00een\u021beles nimic mai mult dec\u00e2t imaginea asta din capul meu
\napoi \u0219tiu c\u0103 noaptea e st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 de-a dreptul
\npeste fiecare ungher
\na\u0219a c\u0103 zic o rug\u0103 pentru cei t\u0103cu\u021bi
\n\u0219i cutreier pe uli\u021be
\naud tropotul cailor vie\u021bii
\n\u0219i fecioare chicotind l\u00e2ng\u0103 cump\u0103na f\u00e2nt\u00e2nilor
\nfac semnul crucii
\n\u0219i iar merg<\/p>\n

dar cine nu \u0219tie s\u0103 adune \u00een pumn toate aceste fotografii
\ne orb \u0219i str\u0103in \u0219i alt\u0103 dat\u0103 nu va mai avea prilejul s\u0103 culeag\u0103 strugurii
\ndin viile mereu \u00eenflorite
\nnici s\u0103 \u0219tearg\u0103 frun\u021bile necunoscu\u021bilor de eclipse
\npribeag va r\u0103m\u00e2ne
\n\u0219i departe de fl\u0103c\u0103rile care ard mocnit
\n\u00een r\u0103d\u0103cinile timpului
\n\u0219i frate se va face cu v\u00e2ntul cu praful cu frunzele de pe jos
\nori cu ar\u0219i\u021ba n\u0103t\u00e2ng\u0103
\nva m\u0103sura uli\u021bele de la un cap\u0103t la altul f\u0103r\u0103 rost
\nva intra \u00een vorb\u0103 cu greierii
\ndar nimic din toate aceste nu vor mai fi veritabile
\natunci va aduna cioburile vremii \u0219i le va a\u0219eza \u00een mijlocul drumului
\ns\u0103 calce pe ele al\u021bii
\nca el
\nca mine
\n\u0219i va vedea cerul ca o oaste de \u00eengeri <\/p>\n

apoi am str\u00e2ns vreascuri a\u0219a \u00eemi amintesc
\nerau uscate de timp \u0219i crude erau ca un s\u00e2mbure care a\u0219teapt\u0103 vara
\nla umbra nucului din livada cu licurici
\nde mult doream s\u0103-\u021bi povestesc cititorule
\ncum m\u0103 joc cu stelele
\ndup\u0103 ce le culeg fac bulg\u0103ri \u0219i m\u0103 prefac \u00een vrabie
\natunci le ating c\u00e2t num\u0103r
\nun veac de g\u00e2nduri
\nce s\u0103 zic m\u0103 crezi ori nu c\u00e2nd d\u0103 \u00eenserarea eu m\u0103 plimb prin satul meu
\nnu e obicei ci dor de \u00eentuneric amestecat cu t\u0103ceri
\n\u0219i s\u0103rb\u0103toare se face c\u00e2t ai clipi
\nba nu
\nc\u00e2t s\u0103-mi treac\u0103 pu\u021bin <\/p>\n

uneori uit s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc \u0219i dorm \u00eentr-un tei la marginea drumului
\natunci vin tobo\u0219arii \u0219i se asigur\u0103 c\u0103
\nveghea mea e urcu\u0219ul pe panta dorului ori chibritul ascuns \u00eentre frunze
\nde ar\u021bar
\nc\u00e2nd eram copil \u0219i voiam s\u0103 p\u0103strez lumina
\nce bine ce bine \u00eemi strig\u0103 mintea de acum
\nzorii m\u0103 \u0219tiu pe numele mic
\ngoana clipelor \u00eei d\u0103 mai \u00eencolo m\u0103 duc dup\u0103 ei
\n\u00eei str\u00e2ng la piept
\n\u0219tiu c\u0103-mi sunt dragi c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 de ce
\n\u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2i
\na\u0219a aflu \u0219i eu al cui este sur\u00e2sul de pe turla bisericii
\nc\u00e2nd milioane de flori pornesc \u00een alai
\npe dealurile dintre ieri \u0219i m\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 se vor prinde izvoarele \u00eentr-un dans
\na\u0219a cum fac noapte de noapte
\n\u0219i plimb\u0103rile acestora vor fi spectacole pe oglinzile cerului
\nvoi pres\u0103ra st\u0103ri pre\u021bioase pe toate potecile
\nvoi deschide lac\u0103te \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi voi \u00eentinde m\u00e2na
\ns\u0103 vii \u0219i tu<\/p>\n

atunci pelerin de zile bune
\nvei urca treapta de unde se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 pretutindeni
\n\u0219i nic\u0103ieri
\nferestrele lumii
\nvei \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba cum p\u0103ianjenii amestec\u0103 fire de timp cu \u00eencredere cu nep\u0103sare cu bucurie \u0219i cu nimic altceva
\nvei fi oaspete drag vei sorbi pic\u0103turi de vin \u00eenmuiate \u00een rou\u0103
\n\u0219i nimeni nu-\u021bi va \u0219terge popasul de pe drumul
\nascuns
\nde mult
\n\u00eentre pleoapele zilei<\/p>\n

mereu trebuie s\u0103 stai \u00een a\u0219teptare
\nom bun
\nt\u0103cerile tale sunt perle din ochii vulturilor \u0219i firimituri de g\u00e2nduri sunt
\n\u0219i c\u00e2te \u0219i mai c\u00e2te
\naud asta de fiecare dat\u0103 doar vocea e alta
\nori a\u0219a mi se pare
\na\u0219a c\u0103 iau noaptea de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i cutreier prin cur\u021bile amintirilor
\ncu simplitate am\u0103gitoare<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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