{"id":23986,"date":"2024-12-09T08:55:33","date_gmt":"2024-12-09T05:55:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=23986"},"modified":"2024-12-09T08:55:33","modified_gmt":"2024-12-09T05:55:33","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-97-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=23986","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 97 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nicolai T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

aripi reg\u0103site<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi desfac aripile
\n– nu le-am negat niciodat\u0103 existen\u021ba –
\n\u0219i, dintr-o asumare a neaten\u021biei
\nle las s\u0103 mi se desprind\u0103 din umeri
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a se \u00eendep\u0103rta prea mult
\n… \u00eentr-un zbor u\u0219or
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd a\u0219a s-ar cuveni
\nde-acolo, de deasupra mea
\n\u00eemi fac umbr\u0103
\ndin ce \u00een ce mai deas\u0103
\np\u00e2n\u0103 se confund\u0103 cu apusul <\/p>\n

apoi, aripile m\u0103 a\u0219az\u0103 pe banc\u0103
\nm\u0103 \u00eenvelesc cumva
\n\u0219i-a\u0219 zice, indus \u00een somn fiind
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 obi\u0219nuiesc cu r\u0103coarea
\nlemnului umed pe \u0219ira spin\u0103rii<\/p>\n


\n\u00eensemn\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

din patul alb al singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii
\nprivesc trecerea zilei
\nprintr-o fereastr\u0103 ferecat\u0103<\/p>\n

aceea\u0219i fereastr\u0103 a trecerii luminii
\nprin care frica se m\u0103re\u0219te zi de zi<\/p>\n

a se vedea cum frunza palmat\u0103 de lipan
\nacoper\u0103 din ce \u00een ce mai mult
\nochiul geometric al ferestrei<\/p>\n

g\u00e2ndesc: nervurile frunzei
\nse vor \u00eengro\u0219a, vor deveni ramuri
\n\u0219i vor z\u0103breli fereastra complet
\n\u0219i eu voi deveni umbr\u0103
\nun petic de \u00eentuneric care<\/p>\n

b\u00e2jb\u00e2i deja dup\u0103 caietul cu poezii
\ns\u0103 recitesc ultimul poem scris ieri
\ndespre gr\u0103dina verde, cu flori \u0219i fructe
\n\u00een care am fost<\/p>\n


\ntres\u0103rire <\/strong><\/p>\n

pe buza c\u0103nii de lut
\nars \u00een alcooluri t\u00e2rzii
\nse prelinge \u00eenserarea poetului
\ndintr-un vers nici pe jum\u0103tate rostit
\n\t\t\tatunci c\u00e2nd ea
\ns-a apropiat, doar, de masa lui
\n\t\t\u0219i a trecut mai departe<\/p>\n


\nEmilia AMARIEI <\/strong><\/p>\n

Dulce \u0219i amar<\/strong><\/p>\n

oh! m\u0103 fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een creierul nop\u021bii
\nnotele care mi-au atins inima
\nm\u0103 \u00eentreb pe unde o fi hoin\u0103rit Chopin
\nc\u00e2nd i se prelingea prin clape sufletul
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la mine, p\u00e2n\u0103 la tine<\/p>\n

sunetele danseaz\u0103 cu prezentul
\nde parc\u0103 se rescriu permanent
\ntr\u0103g\u00e2nd printre acorduri trena unor drame
\nsau smulg\u00e2nd frumuse\u021be clipei
\nca aroma dintr-un ibric de cafea aburind\u0103
\n\u00een care \u021bi-ai pus bucuria \u0219i frica
\nspre a le savura a infinita oar\u0103<\/p>\n

cafeaua \u2013 jum\u0103tate dulce, jum\u0103tate amar\u0103
\ne ca senza\u021bia pielii nem\u00e2ng\u00e2iate
\na tremurului pr\u0103p\u0103dit prin trifoiul buratic
\npeste care calc\u0103 talpa r\u0103corit\u0103 de rou\u0103<\/p>\n

o iarb\u0103 crud\u0103 m\u0103 pa\u0219te \u00een zorii zilei
\ninsecte viu colorate \u00een\u021beap\u0103 \u0219i fug
\nsavurez durerea, \u00eemi mu\u0219c buzele
\nca s\u0103 nu se aud\u0103 \u021bip\u0103tul<\/p>\n

ce minuscul\u0103 g\u00e2z\u0103, ce uria\u0219\u0103 algie
\npu\u021bin venin poate nimici un colos
\npu\u021bin\u0103 iubire poare \u00eemp\u0103duri un de\u0219ert
\npu\u021bin\u0103 muzic\u0103 poate ridica obloanele peniten\u021bei<\/p>\n


\nAm obosit<\/strong><\/p>\n

de la o vreme
\nun somn ciudat
\n\u00eemi mistuie puterea
\npleoapele-mi cad f\u0103r\u0103 voie
\n\u0219i curg, curg greoaie \u0219i molcom\u0103
\nca un p\u00e2r\u00e2u cu ape v\u00e2scoase
\n\u00eenspre o destina\u021bie ne\u0219tiut\u0103<\/p>\n

eram femeia-b\u0103rbat
\no for\u021b\u0103 neb\u0103nuit\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenso\u021bea
\n\u00een toate zilele
\nc\u00e2ntam p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\n\u0219i-i predam semin\u021bele
\niar el m\u0103 cinstea cu roade alese<\/p>\n

un ghem de energie
\ns-a de\u0219irat \u00eentr-o clip\u0103
\nlumina se stinge, m\u00e2inile cad
\npa\u0219ii nesiguri clatin\u0103 trupul
\nse \u00eenv\u00e2rte lumea, ca \u00eentr-un carusel
\n\u00eemprejurul meu
\ndar nu-i mai doresc vacarmul tulbur\u0103tor
\nvreau s\u0103 dorm… s\u0103 dorm…<\/p>\n

tot ce m\u0103 fascina \u00ee\u0219i pierde str\u0103lucirea
\n\u201eEcleziastul\u201d devine cea mai potrivit\u0103 voce
\npentru prezentul meu
\npredau armele \u00een schimbul p\u0103cii eterne
\nam obosit<\/p>\n


\nPumnalul<\/strong><\/p>\n

g\u00e2nduri obsesive n\u0103v\u0103lesc uneori
\nsoarta m\u0103 ia la \u00eentreb\u0103ri
\ndar noaptea nu-mi poate oferi
\nr\u0103spunsuri<\/p>\n

\u00een pliurile ei \u00eentunecate
\n\u00eemi \u00eenfig nedumeririle
\nca ni\u0219te tentacule viorii c\u0103ut\u00e2nd
\nun dram de c\u0103ldur\u0103
\nun dram de lumin\u0103
\niar mintea-mi ciule\u0219te neuronii
\n\u00een care
\ns-au fosilizat semin\u021bele vie\u021bii<\/p>\n

brusc, se porne\u0219te o boare
\nr\u0103sucindu-se
\nca o balerin\u0103 pe un nor alburiu
\nea \u00eemi \u00eenv\u0103luie ochii, mintea, trupul
\nm\u0103 transloc\u0103 \u00een miezul copil\u0103riei<\/p>\n

\u0219i tu, tat\u0103? \u0219i tu?! (\u021bip\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile)
\nai plecat, t\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u021bi ne\u00eemplinirea
\n\u00een scrisori pitite prin podul casei
\ns\u0103 o \u00eeng\u00e2ne bufni\u021be bocitoare
\n\u0219i iat\u0103 c\u0103 nop\u021bile \u00eemi fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 creierii
\ncu \u00eentreb\u0103ri despre voi, cei pleca\u021bi:
\nce socoteli au r\u0103mas ne\u00eencheiate
\nce pl\u0103\u021bi mai sunt de f\u0103cut
\nde nu mi s-a h\u0103r\u0103zit nicio f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de tihn\u0103?<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd se opresc \u00eentreb\u0103rile
\nun pumnal se mi se \u00eenv\u00e2rte sub um\u0103rul st\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

amintindu-mi c\u0103
\n\u00eemi datorez un dram de iubire<\/p>\n


\nLuca CIPOLLA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Heimat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fragole nell’anticamera dell’estate
\ndonate da madre senza tempo
\ne appartengo a quella classe
\nche non ha specchi,
\ngli occhi intenti a risparmiare
\nmuri
\nper aprirsi un varco,
\nil sole da un giardino o da un divano;
\nsabbia che inquina
\nla mia quiete,
\ndove un rifugio,
\nil messaggio e la bottiglia
\naprono le mie ore
\ndemolendone il calvario.
\n\u00e8 catarsi.
\nHo cercato<\/p>\n


\nHeimat<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103p\u0219uni \u00een anticamera verii
\nd\u0103ruite de o mam\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 timp
\n\u0219i apar\u021bin acelei clase
\ncare n-are oglinzi,
\nochii aten\u021bi s\u0103 economiseasc\u0103
\nziduri
\nca s\u0103-\u0219i croiasc\u0103 un drum,
\nsoarele dintr-o gr\u0103din\u0103 sau de la o canapea;
\nnisip care polueaz\u0103
\nlini\u0219tea mea,
\nunde un ad\u0103post,
\nmesajul \u0219i sticla
\ndeschid orele mele
\ndemol\u00e2nd calvarul lor.
\ne catharsis.
\nAm c\u0103utat<\/p>\n


\nFiglia<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sono l’anima che hai sempre sognato
\ned ho scelto di seguirti
\ntra camomilla e gelsomini
\nvorrei somigliarti
\ned affiancarti
\nper sembrare pi\u00f9 tua;
\nesistenze si concatenano
\ncome rami d’edera
\nma ci\u00f2 che importa
\n\u00e8 d\u2019esserci ora;
\ntienimi la mano
\nche attraverso la tua vita
\nfinch\u00e9 posso,
\nci siamo dipinti oltre ogni epoca
\ned ogni direzione
\nsopra i muri dello scorpione,
\nsono l’anima che hai sempre sognato
\nche qui e sempre chiami tua.<\/p>\n


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

Sunt sufletul pe care l-ai visat mereu
\n\u0219i am ales s\u0103 te urm\u0103resc
\nprintre mu\u0219e\u021bel \u0219i iasomii
\na\u0219 vrea s\u0103 sem\u0103n cu tine
\n\u0219i s\u0103 te al\u0103tur
\nca s\u0103 par c\u00e2t mai mult a ta;
\nexisten\u021be se \u00eenl\u0103n\u021buie
\nca ramuri de ieder\u0103
\ndar ceea ce conteaz\u0103
\neste ca suntem aici acum;
\n\u021bine-m\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103
\nca s\u0103 traversez via\u021ba ta
\nc\u00e2t pot,
\nne-am pictat dincolo de orice epoc\u0103
\n\u0219i de orice direc\u021bie
\npeste zidurile scorpionului,
\nsunt sufletul pe care l-ai visat mereu
\npe care aici \u0219i \u00eentruna \u00eel nume\u0219ti al t\u0103u. <\/p>\n


\nUn nuovo inizio<\/strong><\/p>\n

E’ rialzarsi,
\ndiventare padre,
\nsdraiarsi a guardare le nuvole giocare,
\ncredere nell’eternit\u00e0 d’ogni passo
\nche non ti fa restare indietro,
\naddolcirsi,
\ndimenticare il rancore
\ncon un fare gentile e discreto
\nl’alba d’ogni giorno
\nche perdona il tramonto,
\nrinascere,
\nandare oltre<\/p>\n

ogni passato che ti frena,
\nun giglio che sboccia
\ne riveste di candore la sua anima.<\/p>\n


\nUn nou \u00eenceput <\/strong> <\/p>\n

E ca \u0219i cum s\u0103 te ridici,
\ns\u0103 devii tat\u0103
\ns\u0103 te \u00eentinzi \u0219i s\u0103 prive\u0219ti norii juc\u00e2ndu-se,
\ns\u0103 crezi \u00een eternitatea fiec\u0103rui pas
\ncare nu te las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103,
\ns\u0103 te \u00eembl\u00e2nze\u0219ti,
\ns\u0103 ui\u021bi ranchiuna
\n\u00eentr-un fel amabil \u0219i discret
\nzorii fiec\u0103rei zile
\ncare iart\u0103 apusul,
\na rena\u0219te,
\na merge dincolo de
\nfiecare trecut care te fr\u00e2neaz\u0103,
\nun crin care \u00eenflore\u0219te
\n\u0219i \u00eembrac\u0103 de candoare sufletul lui.<\/p>\n


\nIbisco<\/strong><\/p>\n

Calpesta il dubbio
\nquasi fosse un ostacolo
\ndi terra arenaria,
\nballa ad un nuovo ritmo
\nsu di una ignota melodia,
\nnon arrenderti,
\nslaccia quelle catene
\ne trova una ragione
\nper non abbandonarti
\nall’eremo che c’\u00e8 in te;
\ndimostrativi paralleli
\nmettono a dura prova
\nil tuo cammino,
\nsogni di nebulose
\naccerchiano il destino,
\nsolo vai oltre,
\nverso quella nascita
\nche assapora l’ibisco.<\/p>\n


\nHibiscus<\/strong><\/p>\n

Calc\u0103 pe dubiu
\nca \u0219i cum ar fi un obstacol
\nal p\u0103m\u00e2ntului de nisip,
\ndanseaz\u0103 cu un nou ritm
\npeste o melodie ne\u0219tiut\u0103,
\nnu renun\u021ba,
\ndesf\u0103 lan\u021buri acelea
\n\u0219i g\u0103se\u0219te un motiv
\nca s\u0103 nu te abandonezi
\nschitului care este \u00een tine;
\ndemonstrative paralele<\/p>\n

pun la grea \u00eencercare
\ndrumul t\u0103u,
\nvise de nebuloase
\n\u00eencercuiesc destinul,
\ndoar mergi mai departe,
\nspre na\u0219terea aceea
\npe ce o savureaz\u0103 hibiscusul.<\/p>\n


\nDesc\u00e2ntec<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 v\u0103 fereasc\u0103 destinul
\nde ceasul r\u0103u
\nde lupii ascun\u0219i
\n\u00een blan\u0103 de oaie
\ns\u0103 nu se hr\u0103neasc\u0103
\ndiavolii-\u201e\u00eengeri\u201d
\ncu lumina din voi
\nei se gr\u0103besc
\n\u0219i cuceresc
\nfiindc\u0103 \u0219tiu
\nmai au pu\u021bin\u0103 vreme<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu c\u0103de\u021bi prad\u0103
\n\u00eentunericului
\npe doi argin\u021bi
\npe o bucat\u0103 de p\u00e2ine
\ncare hr\u0103ne\u0219te doar trupul
\nmai bine fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi
\n\u0219i singuri pe lume
\ndec\u00e2t s\u0103tui
\n\u0219i r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi o eternitate <\/p>\n


\nT\u0103cere ucis\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

se poate ucide \u0219i t\u0103cerea
\nc\u0103ci nu mai aud clopotul solitudinii
\nizbind cu limbile lui de aram\u0103
\n\u00een zidurile cet\u0103\u021bii b\u00e2ntuite<\/p>\n

hai, via\u021b\u0103, ridic\u0103-i lini\u0219tii aripi
\ns\u0103 f\u00e2lf\u00e2ie din nou la ferestrele ample
\nprin care noapte de noapte dezertez
\ndin realitatea care m\u0103 limiteaz\u0103<\/p>\n

o aveam pe ea, lini\u0219tea
\nalipit\u0103 str\u00e2ns de inima mea
\n\u00eemi \u0219optea continuu
\nca o ap\u0103 uneori despicat\u0103 de st\u00e2nci
\ngr\u0103bind spre oceane<\/p>\n

a naibii t\u0103cere, a naibii lini\u0219te
\n\u0219i ele m-au p\u0103r\u0103sit, tr\u0103d\u0103toarele!
\npe urmele lor se porne\u0219te ciclonul
\nvuie\u0219te nimicul deghizat \u00een ceva
\ndin umbr\u0103 p\u00e2ndesc ascu\u021bimi sonore
\nca o expresie a roiului planetar<\/p>\n

b\u00e2ntuit de frici<\/p>\n

team\u0103 de ce? de cine?
\no, de-ai \u0219ti, omule, c\u00e2t\u0103 putere ai \u0219i
\ncum se celebreaz\u0103 \u00een culise naivitatea…<\/p>\n


\n\u0218tefan DINCESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

CIPICII LUI ANTEU<\/strong><\/p>\n

POEM [1] <\/p>\n

Ai ghicit vreodat\u0103 cum \u00eencepe c\u00e2ntul
\ndintr-o prim\u0103var\u0103, \u00eentr-un col\u021b de-aren\u0103?…
\nAcele \u00ee\u0219i bag\u0103 auriga-n ven\u0103?…<\/p>\n

POEM [2] <\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ine cine o s\u0103-mi \u021bin\u0103 chipul
\n\u00eentr-o cant\u0103 cu acizi?… P\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ine, Doamne,
\nai r\u0103bdare?!… O s\u0103-nve\u021bi s\u0103 mai ucizi!…<\/p>\n

POEM [3] <\/p>\n

Hannibal cu elefan\u021bii, pas\u0103mite,
\ns-au pitit \u00eentr-o cutie de chibrite.
\nDoamne, ne-am iubit pe b\u00e2jb\u00e2ite!…<\/p>\n

POEM [4] <\/p>\n

Ce vor face zilele cu mine, \u00een cazanie
\nmi-ai deslu\u0219it. Cum m\u0103 pr\u0103v\u0103le\u0219ti
\n\u00een iad, jup\u00e2ne, f\u0103r\u0103 o \u021b\u0103plig\u0103 de chibrit?!…<\/p>\n

POEM [5] <\/p>\n

Cezarul cel ro\u0219u \u00ee\u021bi cinsti, cu biciul, nop\u021bile
\nde agonie \u0219i-\u021bi tufli – rotund, la iconi\u021b\u0103 –
\ndreptul t\u0103u la suicid, la nebunie.<\/p>\n

POEM [6] <\/p>\n

De ce ascul\u021bi privighetorile, scatiul,
\nnu sufletul orbec\u0103ind, \u00eennoitor, pe ape,
\nnu drujbele c\u0103lc\u00e2nd pisicile pe pleoape?…<\/p>\n

POEM [7] <\/p>\n

Nicio raz\u0103 nu respir\u0103 \u00een sp\u00e2rn\u0103ul
\nveacului p\u00e2r\u00e2t. Lunga cium\u0103 nu-i o brum\u0103
\nce-i trecu scatiului, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd, prin g\u00e2t?…<\/p>\n

POEM [8] <\/p>\n

Ia-mi corvoada c\u00e2ntului, din spate, v\u00e2ntule <\/p>\n

de sear\u0103, b\u0103\u0219ic\u00e2nd ar\u021barii!… Cine-mi
\nmut\u0103, pe sub lege, m\u0103rile \u0219i n\u0103vodarii?…<\/p>\n

POEM [9] <\/p>\n

Nu alearg\u0103 tribul spart la judecat\u0103.
\nUnde-or fi zdr\u00e2ngarii, larii, oratorii?…
\nO cenu\u0219\u0103 \u00eentr-o nalb\u0103: defendorii, c\u00e2rtitorii!…<\/p>\n

POEM [10]<\/p>\n

Pe un deal spoit de vulpile f\u00e2\u0219ne\u021be
\nun ar\u021bar f\u0103los se fr\u0103suie\u0219te. Clo\u0219c\u0103rind
\n\u00eentr-o bulboan\u0103, luna sparge ochii altui pe\u0219te!…<\/p>\n

POEM [11] <\/p>\n

Leul \u0219i-a halit pedichiuristul.
\nSt\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 altar, ling\u00e2nd iertare.
\nUn smardoi \u00eei pune \u0219aua \u00een spinare.<\/p>\n

POEM [12] <\/p>\n

Scatiul a uitat s\u0103 c\u00e2nte, dar \u00eenjur\u0103.
\nL-a inundat scursoarea comunist\u0103. Vin anii
\ncu scurmeicile \u00een gur\u0103 \u0219i cu bi\u0219tarii \u00een batist\u0103.<\/p>\n

POEM [13] <\/p>\n

Zi degeaba, zi scoru\u0219\u0103!… \u021aii dosite,
\ndup\u0103 u\u0219\u0103, urciora\u0219e cu cenu\u0219\u0103.
\nDomnul pune de-o culcu\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n

POEM [14] <\/p>\n

Zambila de la geamul mamei s-a otr\u0103vit
\nc-o frumuse\u021be arogant\u0103. Turn\u00e2ndu-i fulgere
\nla r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103, azi o invit\u0103 Dumnezeu la cin\u0103.<\/p>\n

POEM [15]<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd r\u0103nile se dau \u00een stamb\u0103,
\nm\u0103-nv\u00e2rt ca titirezul uns cu miere,
\nsub pofta biciului sp\u0103lat \u00een fiere.<\/p>\n

POEM [16] <\/p>\n

Oglinjoar\u0103, v\u0103duvioar\u0103, ar\u0103
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