{"id":24093,"date":"2025-01-06T00:58:14","date_gmt":"2025-01-05T21:58:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24093"},"modified":"2025-01-06T00:58:14","modified_gmt":"2025-01-05T21:58:14","slug":"literadura-nr-37-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24093","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 37 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihai MARIAN <\/strong>
\n\"\"

din volumul Creaturi matematice reci,
\nEditura Charmides (2024)<\/p>\n

Lacuri de gresie <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd ne-am mutat \u00een cartier,
\n\u00eenc\u0103 se construiau blocuri,
\nstr\u0103lucirea omului nou era proasp\u0103t\u0103
\n\u00een ochii no\u0219tri. <\/p>\n

\u0218i imediat dup\u0103 ce plecau muncitorii,
\nne str\u00e2ngeam \u00een jurul cazanelor cu smoal\u0103,
\nca ni\u0219te pui de dinozaur
\n\u00een jurul lacurilor de gresie. <\/p>\n

Era anul \u00een care Steaua
\nc\u00e2\u0219tigase Cupa Campionilor,
\nnoi furam \u021beav\u0103 de pe \u0219antier
\ns\u0103 tragem cu cornete de h\u00e2rtie, <\/p>\n

ne jucam la claxoanele ma\u0219inilor
\nr\u0103mase \u00een parcare cu geamurile
\ncobor\u00e2te, l\u0103udam cu invidie-n g\u00e2nd
\nceasul electronic cu dou\u0103sprezece
\nmelodii al vreunui pu\u0219ti. <\/p>\n

Asta p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd o mam\u0103 cu marx \u00een piept,
\njachet\u0103 din foaie de cort sold\u0103\u021besc,
\n\u0219i masc\u0103 pe figur\u0103, striga pe fereastr\u0103
\nc-au \u00eenceput desenele animate.<\/p>\n

Se \u00eent\u00e2mpla duminica pe la pr\u00e2nz,
\n\u0219i alergam l\u0103s\u00e2nd urme-n
\nasfaltul proasp\u0103t, pe c\u00e2nd era rar\u0103
\niubirea la distan\u021b\u0103,
\nambulan\u021bele nu se auzeau \u00een cartier, <\/p>\n

nu eram obseda\u021bi de moarte
\n\u0219i-\u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nire, iar fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103
\nni se strecura-n palme
\nca o moned\u0103 r\u0103coroas\u0103
\ncu care puteam cump\u0103ra orice.<\/p>\n


\nEste exclus\u0103 orice posibilitate <\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 mai fii entuziasmat c\u00e2nd
\nce te-a dezam\u0103git \u00ee\u0219i flutur\u0103
\ndin dep\u0103rtare bra\u021bele pe deasupra
\ncapului, \u0219i pare s\u0103 vrea
\ns\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi vorbeasc\u0103 din nou. <\/p>\n

\u0218i totu\u0219i, exact ca \u00eentr-un vis stupid,
\nc\u00e2nd te afli \u00een mijlocul acestuia
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u00e2nd \u0219i cum a \u00eenceput,
\nte \u00eendrep\u021bi spre locul \u00een care crezi c\u0103<\/p>\n

forma
\n aceasta
\nde realitate
\n poate
\nexista. <\/p>\n

Neg\u0103sind-o, te \u00eentorci
\n\u0219i \u00eencerci s\u0103 ui\u021bi unicul lucru
\ncare te-a emo\u021bionat vreodat\u0103
\nsi pe care f\u0103r\u0103 to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi <\/p>\n

care l-au c\u0103utat \u00eenaintea ta,
\nnu \u021bi l-ai fi putut imagina.
\nUnicul lucru care \u021bi-a d\u0103ruit ceva ce va fi
\nmereu al t\u0103u sub forma dezam\u0103girii.<\/p>\n


\nColapsul luminos al lucrurilor <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt tot mai clare diferen\u021bele,
\nc\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi \u00een\u021belegi zv\u00e2cnirea rapid\u0103
\n\u0219i puternic\u0103 din g\u00e2t, c\u00e2nd prima nuan\u021b\u0103
\nde ro\u0219u unduie\u0219te pe cerul vast al min\u021bii. <\/p>\n

Alta e \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103direa de forme,
\naltul colapsul luminos al lucrurilor. <\/p>\n

Po\u021bi s\u0103 te aperi de ce te amenin\u021b\u0103
\ndin afar\u0103,
\ndar nu te po\u021bi ap\u0103ra de ce atac\u0103
\ndinl\u0103untru. <\/p>\n

Pe teritoriul t\u0103cerii prietenoase,
\nvinov\u0103\u021bia are ochi de chinezoaic\u0103. <\/p>\n

E plin de praf \u00een s\u00e2nge
\n\u0219i plin de praf \u00een g\u00e2nduri.
\nVom g\u0103si pacea \u00een praf. <\/p>\n


\n Jos\u00e9 Luis MORANTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

(\u00c1vila, 1956) Poet, editor, eseist \u0219i critic literar. A \u00eengrijit edi\u021biile c\u0103r\u021bilor unor autori ca: Juan Ram\u00f3n Jim\u00e9nez, Joan Margarit, Eloy S\u00e1nchez Rosillo, Luis Garc\u00eda Montero, Karmelo C. Iribarren, etc. Autor de numeroase c\u0103r\u021bi, distins cu premii literare cum ar fi Premio Luis Cernuda, Premio Internacional de Poes\u00eda San Juan de la Cruz, Premio Internacional de Poes\u00eda Hermanos Argensola sau Premio Espada\u00f1a.
\nTraducere \u0219i prezentare: Elisabeta Bo\u021ban.<\/p>\n

Arta de a tr\u0103i \u00een zilele de luni<\/strong><\/p>\n

Arta de a tr\u0103i \u00een zilele de luni
\ncere o anume practic\u0103 \u0219i ceva teorie,
\ncunoa\u0219terea strategiilor \u0219i a conspira\u021biilor
\n\u0219i adjectivarea prozei cotidiene
\ncu o perseverent\u0103 voin\u021b\u0103 de stil.
\nNenum\u0103rate pericole
\np\u00e2ndesc de la prima cafea,
\ncresc c\u00e2nd un miros
\nanun\u021b\u0103 succint laptele v\u0103rsat,
\nse reproduc pe perioada a dou\u0103 zile lucr\u0103toare
\n\u0219i continu\u0103 s\u0103 vegheze,
\nca ni\u0219te pecetluiri,
\nprintre pasagerii trenului crepuscular
\ncare ne readuce acas\u0103,
\nla revendicarea patului de spital.
\nArta de a tr\u0103i zilele de luni
\nsupravie\u021buie\u0219te \u0219i se ascunde
\n\u00een goale reflec\u021bii ca aceasta:
\nnimic nu este etern, cu excep\u021bia unei zile de luni. <\/p>\n


\n\u00cenot pe uscat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Timpul pe care nu l-am avut, \u00eenoat\u0103 pe uscat.
\nFiecare b\u0103taie din el adun\u0103
\nacordurile misterioase din profunzime.
\nDin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd,
\ng\u0103uri umede zg\u00e2rie suprafa\u021ba
\ndin fundul c\u0103ruia \u00ee\u0219i fac apari\u021bia
\nurme de licurici.
\n\u0218i o sudoare s\u0103rat\u0103
\ndezice lini\u0219tea,
\nimpulsioneaz\u0103 apropierea
\nc\u0103tre un contur exact de dincolo de cer.<\/p>\n

Nu las oboseala s\u0103 m\u0103 macine.
\nScutur apa absent\u0103.
\nPe bra\u021bele v\u0103t\u0103mate
\nexist\u0103 f\u00e2\u0219ii din mine.<\/p>\n


\nNor <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cunoa\u0219te indigen\u021ba
\npactul cu setea mea amor\u021bit\u0103.
\nC\u00e2nd diminea\u021ba \u00ee\u0219i ridic\u0103 v\u0103lul
\no primesc \u00een t\u0103cere \u0219i nu cer nimic.
\nPoate, ner\u0103bdarea limpede a unui nor
\ns\u0103-i deseneze neglijent textura,
\nsilen\u021bioasa giruet\u0103 a unei copil\u0103rii eterice.<\/p>\n

\u0218i ca norul \u00eentr-o zi
\ns\u0103 fie izbucnire, mister fugitiv
\n\u00een stepa cerului;
\nploaie fertil\u0103
\ncare a\u0219eaz\u0103 \u00eentre pleoape
\nun tremur de auror\u0103,
\nclaritatea penetrant\u0103 a \u00eenceputului.<\/p>\n


\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen fragilitatea semin\u021bei
\nexist\u0103 un fream\u0103t de sev\u0103
\nunde \u00eencape t\u0103cerea.
\n\u00cen el scormonesc viitoarele r\u0103d\u0103cini
\n\u0219i dormiteaz\u0103 tulpinile
\ncare caut\u0103 arhitectura \u00een aer.<\/p>\n

Suntem \u00een s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103
\nun ciclu de proiecte,
\n\u0219i ploi \u0219i locuri \u00eensorite,
\n\u0219i pa\u0219i care se \u00eentorc pe albastrul risipit.
\nOcroti\u021bi de timp
\ncu murmurul lui de t\u0103uni,
\n\u00een s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba care doarme \u00een alt\u0103 s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nPledoarie pentru un peisaj<\/strong><\/p>\n

Formele \u0219i luminile \u00eenser\u0103rilor,
\nlini\u0219tea \u0219i str\u0103zile vegheaz\u0103 ceea ce e ascuns,
\ncol\u021burile \u00eenclinate la pasul solitar,
\nroata viselor pe care le m\u00e2nuim ca rost,
\nlumina ce modeleaz\u0103 neobosit
\nschimb\u0103toare miraje,
\ndecep\u021bia de diminea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i utopia c\u0103rbunelui,
\nrozul care lacereaz\u0103
\n\u0219i pic\u0103tura de s\u00e2nge;
\niner\u021bia de a privi zborul p\u0103s\u0103rilor,
\nfaptele transpuse \u00een memorie,
\nm\u00e2inile care nu cer nimic \u00een schimb
\n\u0219i niciodat\u0103 nu \u00eent\u00e2rzie.<\/p>\n

Ceea ce persist\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eenchid ochii:
\ncasa, p\u00e2inea \u0219i versul care m\u0103 caut\u0103.
\nTimpul ce repopuleaz\u0103 cenu\u0219a
\nla negarea de trei ori.
\nCea\u021ba care ne cre\u0219te
\n\u00een fundul corpului \u0219i ne dilueaz\u0103.
\nLucarna \u00eentunecat\u0103 \u0219i pactul de a tr\u0103i.<\/p>\n


\nConductele<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lui Mario Sesmero Garcia <\/p>\n

Ca ieri, \u00eenc\u0103
\nse mai scufund\u0103 pe conducte
\no fragil\u0103 convingere
\nde a da form\u0103 pietrelor.
\nTreze\u0219te foarte aproape
\n\u00eendep\u0103rtata v\u00e2lv\u0103
\na casei nelocuite,
\nnorii, destinele lor,
\nfrontonul, clopotele,
\nmiri\u0219tea cu tulei
\n\u0219i p\u0103durile de brad…<\/p>\n

Sunt aurore ale c\u0103l\u0103toriei
\ncare \u00eentregesc
\nportativul \u00eentoarcerilor;
\nscenariul intact
\nal copilului care nu \u0219tie
\nc\u0103 fiec\u0103ruia i se d\u0103 un cer \u0219i o repliere.
\nAst\u0103zi m\u0103 cheam\u0103 din nou
\nglasul limpede al apei
\nadormit\u0103 \u00een \u00eengustimea ei.
\nPun buza pe setea de fier,
\nsorb sucul de pe margine
\n\u0219i un c\u0103u\u0219 plin de nostalgie.
\n\u0218i \u00eenghesui pic\u0103turile
\ncu zborul lor de p\u0103s\u0103ri,
\nun copil bea cu mine
\n\u00een singur\u0103tate.<\/p>\n


\nLumini\u021ba GIURGIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

gustul acestui vin <\/strong><\/p>\n

cunosc gustul acestui vin m\u0103 face
\n\u00eendr\u0103znea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i nes\u0103buit\u0103<\/p>\n

nici marea nu este \u00een apele ei
\ne toat\u0103 numai \u0219olduri \u0219i nervi
\n\u00een carnea lichid\u0103-ndoiala \u00eenfige un spin<\/p>\n

de ce-oi fi iubind tu odaia mea
\ncu vedere la mare \u0219i corabia ce bate \u00een geam \u0219i strig\u0103
\nam p\u00e2ntecul plin cu pui de uitare
\nia m\u0103car unul \u0219i cre\u0219te-l<\/p>\n

de data asta ai mai mult\u0103 r\u0103bdare
\nte va r\u0103spl\u0103ti te va
\nspinteca p\u00e2n\u0103-n pl\u0103seaua de-argint
\nc\u0103ci lama oric\u0103rui suspin
\n\u00een nesf\u00e2r\u0219ita ei tandre\u021be
\ntocit\u0103 nu este…
\n
\ndup\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2ia noapte<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2ia noapte de dragoste poemele tale
\nse sinucid
\nmai bine spus
\nrateaz\u0103<\/p>\n

apoi repet\u0103-ncercarea
\npurt\u00e2nd copilul frumos
\n(\u0219colit \u0219i hr\u0103nit cu zemuri de cosmos)
\n\u00een cre\u0219tetul capului
\npentru o mai bun\u0103 vedere
\npanoramic\u0103 asupra
\na ce
\nnu va fi<\/p>\n

se spune despre e\u0219ec c\u0103 e
\ncel mai neiubit dintre
\nlunatici dar
\nnu-i adev\u0103rat el nu locuie\u0219te aici<\/p>\n

\u00eel vezi seara
\ncum urc\u0103 \u00een turnul de observa\u021bie
\npoemele sunt bine mersi
\npreg\u0103tite pentru
\n\u00eent\u00e2ia noapte de dragoste<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mihai MARIAN din volumul Creaturi matematice reci, Editura Charmides (2024) Lacuri de gresie C\u00e2nd ne-am mutat \u00een cartier, \u00eenc\u0103 se<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":24067,"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":[7,329],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24093"}],"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\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=24093"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24093\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24094,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24093\/revisions\/24094"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/24067"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24093"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24093"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24093"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}