{"id":24337,"date":"2025-02-27T07:58:20","date_gmt":"2025-02-27T04:58:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24337"},"modified":"2025-02-27T07:58:20","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T04:58:20","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-98-99-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24337","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 98-99 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Christine Bernadette ROUSSEAU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pietrele Templului Ierusalimului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Piatra 15
\nSetea <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ridic o frunz\u0103 de pe c\u0103rare
\n\u0219i frunza devine c\u0103l\u0103uza acestei zile.
\nIau \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 o piatr\u0103 \u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 am mutat mun\u021bii
\nmai aproape de inima mea, sprijin s\u0103-mi fie.
\n\u00cemi pun piciorul \u00een pulberea drumului
\n\u0219i m\u0103 v\u0103d c\u0103l\u0103torind chiar \u0219i \u00een rug\u0103ciune.
\nIau pe degete roua dimine\u021bii
\n\u0219i roua \u00eemi ast\u00e2mp\u0103r\u0103 setea de Tine, Doamne.<\/p>\n


\nPiatra 16
\nNu numai ast\u0103zi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu numai ast\u0103zi c\u0103rarea r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 se lumineaz\u0103
\nar\u0103t\u00e2nd c\u0103l\u0103torului c\u0103 nu e pierdut,
\nnu numai ast\u0103zi p\u0103catul nu poate fi s\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it
\npentru c\u0103 \u00een el se afl\u0103 cuprins\u0103 lumina ca o virtute,
\nnu numai ast\u0103zi t\u0103cerea are aripi
\n\u0219i zboar\u0103 de la o inim\u0103 c\u0103tre toate inimile
\naflate pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nnu numai ast\u0103zi te chem\u0103m rug\u0103ciune cu lumina ta
\ns\u0103 ne ier\u021bi \u0219i s\u0103 ne iei sub aripile tale toate,
\nnu numai ast\u0103zi pentru c\u0103 ast\u0103zi
\nstr\u0103lucirea Luminii fe\u021bei Lui,
\na Luminii ve\u0219tm\u00e2ntului Lui,
\na Luminii inimii Lui
\no vedem, noi cei mai mari p\u0103c\u0103to\u0219i,
\no vedem \u0219i chiar dac\u0103 o vom uita
\nEl ne va ierta \u0219i ne va reaminti
\nc\u0103 suntem ai Lui pe veci.<\/p>\n


\nPiatra 17
\nZbor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zborul \u00eengerilor e cu totul altfel dec\u00e2t orice zbor
\n\u00cengerii zboar\u0103, plutesc, dar ei se \u0219i scald\u0103 \u00een apele cerului,
\n\u00een firescul acela azuriu
\n\u00een care Dumnezeu i-a botezat demult, demult de tot.
\n\u00cengerii sunt cele mai juc\u0103u\u0219e fiin\u021be din c\u00e2te au existat vreodat\u0103.
\nEi se pot ascunde \u00een nori, \u00een cuvinte\u2026
\npot s\u0103 plonjeze p\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00een paharul cu ap\u0103 pe care oamenii grijulii
\n\u00eel pun l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, pe noptier\u0103, pentru cei pe care \u00eei iubesc\u2026<\/p>\n


\nPiatra 18
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba c\u0103zut\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 drum,
\n\u00eenainte de a o m\u00e2nca p\u0103s\u0103rile
\na cerut v\u00e2ntului
\ns\u0103 o duc\u0103 acolo unde p\u0103m\u00e2ntul o poate primi,
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntul care poate pl\u0103m\u0103di din ea
\nun falnic spic credincios \u0219i plin de evlavie.
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba c\u0103zut\u0103 pe st\u00e2nc\u0103
\na strigat soarelui s\u0103 nu o usuce
\nci s\u0103 o lase p\u00e2n\u0103 vin ploile,
\nbinef\u0103c\u0103toarele ploi,
\nploile pline de Gra\u021bia Divin\u0103 a rodului
\n\u0219i atunci ea, s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba aceea
\nva depune drept ofrand\u0103 \u00eencol\u021birea smeritei ei rug\u0103ciuni.
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba c\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een mijlocul spinilor a crescut
\ndar spinii nemilo\u0219i au \u00een\u021bepat-o
\ndar frunzele ei au s\u00e2ngerat mii \u0219i mii rug\u0103ciuni
\n\u00eenving\u00e2ndu-\u0219i firavul trup.
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba c\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt bun
\na crescut r\u0103bd\u0103toare \u0219i a f\u0103cut rod
\ndar rodul ei va fi din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\n\u0219i s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103 c\u0103zut\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 drum,
\n\u0219i s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103 c\u0103zut\u0103 pe st\u00e2nc\u0103,
\n\u0219i s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103 c\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een mijlocul spinilor\u2026<\/p>\n


\nPiatra 19
\nDespre p\u0103s\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rile se opresc arareori din c\u00e2ntat,
\n\u0219i c\u00e2nd se opresc adun\u0103 frunze, paie \u0219i lut
\npentru a-\u0219i construi cuibul.
\n\u00ce\u0219i a\u0219az\u0103 ou\u0103le \u00een cuib \u0219i le acoper\u0103 cu fiin\u021ba lor.
\nCred c\u0103 le e dor s\u0103 mai c\u00e2nte
\ndar nu vor s\u0103 tulbure
\nfiin\u021bele mici ce se pl\u0103m\u0103desc
\n\u00een lumea oval\u0103 a oului.
\nC\u00e2nd p\u0103s\u0103rile \u00eenceteaz\u0103 s\u0103 c\u00e2nte,
\nacolo \u00een lumea aceea oval\u0103 a oului c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00eengerii
\npentru ca puii, c\u00e2nd vin pe lume, s\u0103 aib\u0103
\npe limbile lor mici ciripiturile \u00eenceputului de via\u021b\u0103
\nca un \u00eenceput de zi senin\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nPiatra 20
\nM\u0103rturisire<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Iisus cere
\ns\u0103 i se preg\u0103teasc\u0103 un loc de g\u0103zduit
\nnu trimite soli numai \u00een satul acela samaritean
\nci fiec\u0103ruia dintre noi \u00eei cere.
\nA\u0219a c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 deschidem camera cea mai bun\u0103,
\ns\u0103 o cur\u0103\u021bim, s\u0103 aducem \u0219tergarul cel nou
\n\u0219i cusut cu cruci ale rug\u0103ciunilor,
\ns\u0103 sp\u0103l\u0103m pragul peste care va trece El,
\ns\u0103 punem bucatele cele mai bune pe mas\u0103
\nal\u0103turi de apa cea proasp\u0103t\u0103 de izvor.
\n\u0218i nu \u00een cele din urm\u0103
\ns\u0103 ne cur\u0103\u021bim sufletul, mintea \u0219i cugetul.
\nToate faptele rele
\ns\u0103 ni le scoatem la suprafa\u021b\u0103, amintindu-ni-le,
\npentru c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd M\u00e2ntuitorul
\nva intra \u00een casa noastr\u0103
\ns\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103 m\u0103rturisirea noastr\u0103
\n\u00eenainte de a ne \u00eent\u00e2lni pe noi. <\/p>\n


\nPetrache PLOPEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00eentr-o spelunc\u0103 dintre r\u00e2nduri de sorg.
\nre\u021binerea mai mult dec\u00e2t e nevoie<\/strong><\/p>\n

s-au luat drept bune spusele lui marx \u0219i unul dintre
\ncei mul\u021bi (introdu\u0219i \u00eentotdeauna \u00een expresii de forma rinichiului de
\nviezure brad copil mal)
\ns-au aruncat cu \u00eentinderea muscular\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103ls\u0103mat\u0103 cu mei <\/p>\n

de calitate \u00eendoielnic\u0103 (\u0219tim despre soia modificat\u0103 sentimental
\ncu lacrimi distilate din balene deprimate)<\/p>\n

– venind vorba de mei lectorul trecut deja prin
\ncanoane poetice de avangard\u0103 retrospectiv\u0103
\n\u0219tie precis c\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 un discurs ideologizant
\ndespre m\u0103tur\u0103 \u0219i revolu\u021bia sc\u0103rpinatului inghinal –<\/p>\n

unul dintre cei mul\u021bi (dac\u0103 ar disp\u0103rea to\u021bi \u00een afar\u0103 de el
\nla fel s-ar spune mul\u021bimea fiind vid\u0103)
\nse \u00eentoarce dintr-o lung\u0103 manevr\u0103 a unui scaun cu tapi\u021berie
\nbaroc\u0103 murdar\u0103 \u00eentr-un col\u021b ascu\u021bit de 15 grade<\/p>\n

prin mila celui de-al doilea principiu ecumenic al transfin\u021beniei
\nreprizele cu t\u0103ceri sec\u021bionate de \u0219oareci
\n– asta o spune flegmaticul de la etajul neizolat termic iar
\njustificarea este de natur\u0103 patetic\u0103 n-am bani frate \u00een
\nmomentul g\u0103sirii pe treapta a doua
\na parterului a unui fes rupt \u00een trei locuri stropite cu vopsea ro\u0219ie –
\na\u0219adar reprizele
\nsunt \u00eendrumate spre o mai bun\u0103 priz\u0103 \u00eentre proletarii
\ndin toate \u021b\u0103rile exploatate de crizele nautice <\/p>\n

\u00eentre timp s-a realizat o \u00eendep\u0103rtare de 23 de r\u00e2nduri (exclusiv acesta \u0219i
\n3 spa\u021bii goale) de
\np\u0103rintele bun al cur\u0103\u021beniei de prim\u0103var\u0103 a popoarelor
\n\u00een camera de zi \u00een dormitoare \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie \u0219i baie pe holuri iar
\nvorba (lipsit\u0103 de principii electromagnetice \u0219i dubioase par\u021bial
\nrostit\u0103 mereu la miezul nop\u021bii c\u00e2nd aurolacii nu se inventeaz\u0103 reciproc
\n\u0219i epoca de bronz fusese demult \u00eenlocuit\u0103 cu
\nmanifestul comunist) nu s-a mai \u00eent\u00e2mplat
\navizul de la sanepid nu a mai fost re\u00eennoit
\nburghezii ca burghezii
\nau ad\u0103ugat m\u0103turii un motora\u0219 plin cu dantele roz i-au dat numele de
\nmarea revolu\u021bie socialist\u0103 \u0219i au cerut desp\u0103gubiri de la
\ngr\u0103dina botanic\u0103<\/p>\n

(dac\u0103 vre\u021bi s\u0103 continu\u0103m discu\u021bia despre slaba izolare termic\u0103
\na apartamentului celui mai bun prieten
\ndeghizat al lui marx<\/p>\n

semna\u021bi formularul ata\u0219at terciului cu pu\u021bin\u0103 gr\u0103sime \u00een care
\nse pun \u0219i c\u00e2teva buc\u0103\u021bele de soia dup\u0103 care se adaug\u0103
\nceap\u0103 t\u0103iat\u0103 m\u0103runt <\/p>\n

se d\u0103 drumul la focul care se a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00een sta\u021bia troleibuzului
\ninexistent \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een acest ora\u0219 al nim\u0103nui \u0219i concomitent se prime\u0219te o
\namend\u0103 pentru tulburarea lini\u0219tii dintre pauzele de t\u0103cere
\nsec\u021bionate de \u0219oareci – dar despre asta s-a mai spus
\nla ultima conferin\u021b\u0103 de asumare a gre\u0219elilor viitorului -)<\/p>\n


\nIrene POSTOLACHE <\/strong>
\n\"\"

La clac\u0103<\/strong>
\n fata descul\u021b\u0103, sub\u021bire ca o a\u021b\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

Nu-i spun bunicii c\u0103 am o dorin\u021b\u0103 secret\u0103, vreau neap\u0103rat s\u0103 merg seara la clac\u0103. Vecinii se adun\u0103 c\u00e2nd e treab\u0103 mult\u0103 de f\u0103cut \u0219i se ajut\u0103 \u00eentre ei, asta-i claca. A sosit tractorul c\u0103r\u00e2nd dup\u0103 el o remorc\u0103 plin\u0103 cu porumb. Au adunat recolta de pe c\u00e2mp. Unde o descarc\u0103? \u00cen curtea bunicii. Vecinii \u00ee\u0219i v\u0103d de treab\u0103 prin cur\u021bi, m\u0103sur\u00e2nd cu privirea peste gard dimensiunile gr\u0103mezii. \u00centre timp, din casa bunicii ies nepo\u021bii, cu mic cu mare \u0219i se a\u0219az\u0103 \u00een jurul mald\u0103rului de porumb. Fiecare ia c\u00e2te o tulpin\u0103, rupe \u0219tiuletele auriu \u0219i \u00eel arunc\u0103 \u00eentr-un loc anume stabilit. Greu se desface, trebuie s\u0103 r\u0103suce\u0219ti puternic \u0219i s\u0103 te p\u0103ze\u0219ti ca s\u0103 nu te tai \u00een frunzele uscate, fo\u0219nitoare. Tulpinile goale se str\u00e2ng, se leag\u0103, se arunc\u0103 \u00een spate, l\u00e2ng\u0103 grajd. Vacile le adulmec\u0103 de departe. Mugesc \u00eenceti\u0219or, ca s\u0103 nu sperie vi\u021beii cu bot de lapte \u0219i ochi umezi, cu gene lungi. S-a r\u0103corit, miroase a iarb\u0103 proasp\u0103t cosit\u0103.
\nAtunci se deschid por\u021bile \u0219i \u00eencep s\u0103 vin\u0103 vecinii la clac\u0103. Lu\u00e2nd locul copiilor, se a\u0219az\u0103 \u00een cerc \u00een jurul gr\u0103mezii \u0219i lucreaz\u0103 cu spor, de parc\u0103 s-ar fi odihnit toat\u0103 ziua. Mald\u0103rele scad v\u0103z\u00e2nd cu ochii. Bunica se gr\u0103be\u0219te s\u0103 aduc\u0103 o g\u0103leat\u0103 de cartofi, nici prea mici, nici prea mari. Un b\u0103tr\u00e2n din vecini, oft\u00e2nd \u0219i puf\u0103ind la fiecare pas, a f\u0103cut focul pe pietre, aproape de oameni. Se \u00eentunec\u0103, focul arunc\u0103 reflexe ar\u0103mii pe obraji \u0219i aduce \u00een ochi sclipiri noi. Parc\u0103 au \u00eentinerit to\u021bi! Mai au pu\u021bin \u0219i vor ajunge de v\u00e2rsta noastr\u0103, a copiilor. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i mo\u0219ul care coace cartofii adu\u0219i de bunica, \u00eenv\u00e2rtindu-i cu un b\u0103\u021b pe pietrele fierbin\u021bi, are acum fa\u021ba \u00eembujorat\u0103 de foc \u0219i parc\u0103 mai neted\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencre\u021bituri.
\nUn vecin car\u0103 o can\u0103 uria\u0219\u0103 de lut, plin\u0103 cu vin, aburind de r\u0103ceala \u00eemprumutat\u0103 din beciul \u00een care au stat butoaiele. Cartofii miros dulce, ademenind aricii care se \u00eenv\u00e2rt, \u00eennebuni\u021bi de arom\u0103, \u00een jurul focului. B\u0103tr\u00e2nul coace acum porumb cu bobul mai moale, mere \u0219i felii de dovleac pentru copii \u0219i cei f\u0103r\u0103 din\u021bi. R\u0103sturna\u021bi pe gr\u0103mezi nelegate de tulpini, nepo\u021bii a\u0219teapt\u0103 ner\u0103bd\u0103tori festinul.
\nOamenii s-au \u00eenc\u0103lzit, b\u0103rba\u021bii r\u00e2d gros, mul\u021bumi\u021bi, privind femeile. Parc\u0103-i un semn. Prima c\u00e2nt\u0103 o brunet\u0103 mic\u0103 de statur\u0103, cu ochi z\u00e2mbitori \u0219i buze pline. Triluri vesele se ridic\u0103 spre cerul \u00eenstelat. Femeile c\u00e2nt\u0103, b\u0103rba\u021bii \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103, copii se str\u0103duie s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be versurile. Parc\u0103 s-a ales cercul acesta luminat de tot restul lumii misterioase \u0219i \u00eentunecate \u0219i pare c\u0103 oamenii \u0219tiu exact ce trebuie s\u0103 fac\u0103. Nu mai seam\u0103n\u0103 cu vecinii no\u0219tri de toat\u0103 ziua, s-au transformat sub vraja fl\u0103c\u0103rii.
\n\u2013 C\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i tu, Ilincu\u021b\u0103! se aude \u00eendemnul mo\u0219ului.
\nIlinca las\u0103 s\u0103 cad\u0103 al\u0103turi tulpina porumbului. Cu sfial\u0103, se ridic\u0103 de la locul ei. E descul\u021b\u0103, sub\u021bire ca o a\u021b\u0103, cu pielea ar\u0103mie \u0219i ochi alba\u0219tri, parc\u0103 e toat\u0103 numai ochi. \u00cemi schimb pozi\u021bia, am amor\u021bit \u0219i m\u0103 \u00een\u021beap\u0103 ceva \u00een spate. Atunci r\u0103sun\u0103 vocea Ilinc\u0103i.
\n\u2013 Liiie, lie, lie, liiie! Liiie! Lie cioc\u00e2rlie!
\nCe muzic\u0103 ciudat\u0103 se aude! \u00cenfiorat\u0103, m\u0103 \u00eentorc spre fat\u0103, sorbind-o din ochi. Nu am mai auzit niciodat\u0103 a\u0219a ceva. Fiecare sunet m\u0103 r\u0103scole\u0219te \u0219i m\u0103 alin\u0103 \u00een acela\u0219i timp, ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd mi-ar m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia sufletul. Pielea mi se face ca de g\u0103in\u0103, \u00eencre\u021bit\u0103 toat\u0103 de emo\u021bie. C\u00e2ntecul \u00eemi \u00eenv\u0103luie fiecare fibr\u0103 a corpului, din v\u00e2rful capului p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een t\u0103lpi. Nu m\u0103 mai satur s\u0103 ascult. Oamenii tac, vr\u0103ji\u021bi, mo\u0219neagul pl\u00e2nge f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot, lacrimile \u00eei alunec\u0103 \u0219erpuit printre cre\u021bii obrazului, ca firicelul izvorului de munte printre pietre.
\n\u2013 A\u0219a, Ilincu\u021ba mo\u0219ului! A\u0219a\u2026
\nIlinca s-a transformat \u0219i ea, de c\u00e2nd c\u00e2nt\u0103 parc\u0103 s-a \u00een\u0103l\u021bat, salt\u0103 capul cu m\u00e2ndrie iar ochii \u00eei sunt aproape \u00eenchi\u0219i. De unde iese a\u0219a o voce minunat\u0103? Dintr-o m\u00e2nu\u021b\u0103 de fat\u0103? Doamne, nu vreau s\u0103 se termine! Dar c\u00e2ntecul se termin\u0103. \u00cen lini\u0219tea a\u0219ternut\u0103, dens\u0103, po\u021bi s-o tai cu cu\u021bitul, unii ofteaz\u0103, al\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i \u0219terg ochii. Ilincu\u021ba se a\u0219az\u0103, nu mai vrea s\u0103 c\u00e2nte. \u00cembujorat\u0103 la fa\u021b\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i apleac\u0103 capul \u0219i redevine mic\u0103. Cu greu se pornesc iar femeile. C\u00e2nt\u0103 melodii calme, armonioase, dar nimeni nu mai ascult\u0103. Oftez, parc\u0103 o parte din inim\u0103 a r\u0103mas captiv\u0103 \u00een curtea bunicii, la clac\u0103. Nu \u0219tiam atunci, dar amintirea c\u00e2ntecului Ilinc\u0103i mi-a r\u0103mas pentru totdeauna \u00een suflet.
\nScade firul muzicii \u0219i \u00eencep pove\u0219tile. Aici voiam s\u0103 ajung! Pove\u0219tile m\u0103 atrag ca un magnet, vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu tot, s\u0103 aud tot! S\u0103 re\u021bin tot! Nu r\u0103spund dac\u0103 m\u0103 strig\u0103 ceilal\u021bi copii, nu vorbesc, m\u0103 ghemuiesc \u0219i tac. Nimic nu se compar\u0103, niciun joc, nimic.
\nAdul\u021bii ne privesc insistent, abia a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 ispr\u0103vim cu m\u00e2ncatul ca s\u0103 ne ducem la culcare. M\u0103 frig cu un cartof copt, mai suflu, mai m\u0103n\u00e2nc, prelungind la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it momentul. Oft\u00e2nd, plec \u00eempreun\u0103 cu ceilal\u021bi, \u00eempins\u0103 cu fermitate de bunica. Dar m\u0103 \u00eentorc, pe \u00eentuneric, pip\u0103ind drumul cu t\u0103lpile, m\u0103 ascund dup\u0103 o gr\u0103mad\u0103 de saci plini cu \u0219tiule\u021bi galbeni de porumb. Am urechile mai mari dec\u00e2t ochii. Parc\u0103 b\u0103nuind, dup\u0103 o jum\u0103tate de or\u0103, bunica \u00eemi descoper\u0103 ascunz\u0103toarea \u0219i m\u0103 duce, \u00eencruntat\u0103, \u00een pat. O pune pe Leontina s\u0103 m\u0103 p\u0103zeasc\u0103 \u0219i nu pleac\u0103, afurisita, nic\u0103ieri, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu se asigur\u0103 c\u0103 dorm de-a binelea. Adorm cu ciud\u0103. \u00cei jur Leontinei r\u0103zbunare ve\u0219nic\u0103, dar p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103 uit.
\nOf! Iar am dat gre\u0219! Cu claca n-am reu\u0219it. Dar nu m\u0103 las. Bunica spune c\u0103 n-am voie s\u0103 stau la un loc cu b\u0103rba\u021bii tineri care beau vin \u0219i spun ce le vine la gur\u0103. Dar cu femeile, duminica, la poart\u0103 sau pe marginea \u0219an\u021bului, am voie? \u0218i atunci se c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i se spun pove\u0219ti! E singura distrac\u021bie a oamenilor, nimeni din sat nu are \u00eenc\u0103 aparat de radio sau televizor. Agasat\u0103 de interminabilele rug\u0103min\u021bi, bunica \u00eemi promite, cu jum\u0103tate de gur\u0103, c\u0103 duminica viitoare m\u0103 las\u0103 s\u0103 stau, doar dac\u0103 nu pun \u00eentreb\u0103ri. E mirat\u0103, bunica. Clatin\u0103 din cap. Ce apuc\u0103turi ciudate are fata asta cu nume la fel de ciudat! To\u021bi ceilal\u021bi copii abia a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 fug\u0103 la joac\u0103, nu stau s\u0103 asculte pove\u0219ti din gura celor mari.
\nM\u0103 duc duminic\u0103 la poart\u0103. \u0218i urm\u0103toarea duminic\u0103. Ascult. Apoi m\u0103 bag \u00een vorb\u0103, povestind o scurt\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mplare auzit\u0103 la alt\u0103 adunare, din curtea m\u0103tu\u0219ii de la Foc\u0219ani. Chiar dac\u0103 la \u00eenceput bunica vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentrerup\u0103, celelalte femei n-o las\u0103, ascult\u0103 povestea cu nesa\u021b, \u00eenso\u021bind-o cu exclama\u021bii scurte.
\n\u2013 Ptiu! Fereasc\u0103 Dumnezeu! Chiar a\u0219a? \u00ee\u0219i scuip\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2n, se \u00eenchin\u0103 cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, apoi \u00eencep \u00eentreb\u0103rile: Unde-o fost asta? Nu-i de la noi din sat\u2026 C\u00e2nd a fost?
\nM\u0103 duc \u0219i \u00een seara urm\u0103toare la poart\u0103. \u0218i \u00een celelalte seri \u00een care nu plou\u0103. Bunica m\u0103 las\u0103. Femeile se adun\u0103 iar, \u00eentreab\u0103 de mine. M\u0103 privesc cu un amestec de m\u00e2ndrie \u0219i fric\u0103. Parc\u0103 nu-i bine s\u0103 \u0219tiu pove\u0219ti de oameni mari de la v\u00e2rsta asta! Realizez, brusc, c\u00e2t de u\u0219or \u00eemi vine s\u0103 povestesc. Descop\u0103r puterea cuv\u00e2ntului. Cum, oameni maturi vin s\u0103 m\u0103 asculte pe mine, un am\u0103r\u00e2t de copil, povestind vrute \u0219i nevrute? Pe mine! Ce m\u00e2ndr\u0103 sunt! Nu mai \u00eencap \u00een propria piele. Doar sunt \u201ea mic\u0103 a Ioanei, care le zice bine\u201d.
\nNici ele nu pot s\u0103-mi pronun\u021be numele, li se pare greu, a\u0219a c\u0103 m\u0103 strig\u0103 la fel ca bunica, Irina.
\n\u2013 Las\u0103, e mai bine a\u0219a, Irina e nume de sf\u00e2nt\u0103, m\u0103 consoleaz\u0103 bunica.
\nSunt m\u00e2ndr\u0103. Prea m\u00e2ndr\u0103, tot de la m\u00e2ndrie mi se trage. \u00centr-o zi z\u0103resc trei femei pe banca de la poart\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i caut\u0103 de lucru sub lumina purpurie a serii care \u00ee\u0219i coboar\u0103 genele umbrite peste sat. Lene\u0219e, \u00eenc\u0103lzite de ar\u0219i\u021ba zilei, una cro\u0219eteaz\u0103, dou\u0103 cos cu acul. Miroase dulce a var\u0103, a f\u00e2n uscat, \u0219i pu\u021bin iute, de la fumul ie\u0219it pe hornul buc\u0103t\u0103riilor rezemate str\u00e2mb l\u00e2ng\u0103 case. E ora la care se coace m\u0103m\u0103liga aurie.
\nLas joaca \u0219i m\u0103 apropii, repejor. A\u0219ez\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00eentre ele, \u00eempletesc cuvinte. De pe p\u0103tura \u00eentins\u0103 pe iarba \u0219an\u021bului, bunica uit\u0103 s\u0103 coas\u0103, ba, chiar s\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenchid\u0103 gura, privindu-m\u0103 admirativ. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd m\u0103 aprob\u0103, d\u00e2nd din cap spre celelalte femei. Figura bunicii tot nu-mi pare destul de impresionat\u0103, a\u0219a c\u0103 inventez o minciun\u0103 mai mare ca mine.
\nPe loc \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 preg\u0103tire, m\u0103 prefac a \u0219ti o ciudat\u0103 limb\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103 al c\u0103rei nume m\u0103 feresc s\u0103-l precizez, dar m\u0103 laud c\u0103 o pot vorbi. Nu de alta, dar nici eu nu cunosc ce limb\u0103-i asta. Inventez cuvinte melodioase care par a fi \u00eemprumutate din limba francez\u0103, dar sf\u00e2r\u0219esc \u00eentr-o h\u00e2r\u00e2it\u0103 duritate nem\u021beasc\u0103. Chiar \u00een timp ce fac asta simt c\u0103 nu-i bine, c\u0103 are s\u0103 se r\u0103zbune soarta, dar nu pot da \u00eenapoi. C\u00e2teva minute bune p\u0103c\u0103leala a \u021binut. Femeile ridic\u0103 priviri mirate \u0219i \u00eemi cer explica\u021bii.
\n\u2013 Ce z\u00e2ci acolo? Vai de mine, a\u0219a de mici \u0219i v\u0103 chinuie la \u0219colile alea ale voastre! P\u0103i ce, pe vremea mea \u0219tiam s\u0103 vorbim ingleze\u0219te?
\nM\u0103 aflu \u00een culmea succesului, apoi decad. Intru \u00eentr-o total\u0103 pan\u0103 de idei. Destul de repede, femeile au \u00een\u021beles. Magicele cuvinte se repet\u0103 \u0219i iar se repet\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i str\u00e2ng lucrul \u0219i se retrag, pu\u021bin m\u00e2niate, pu\u021bin ru\u0219inate c\u0103 \u0219i-au pus mintea cu un plod. C\u00e2teva seri nici nu mai dau pe la poarta bunicii. Dar c\u00e2nd revin, ehe, se schimb\u0103 socoteala! M\u0103 g\u0103sesc cuminte, sp\u0103\u0219it\u0103, rostind clar, rom\u00e2ne\u0219te, o poveste veche auzit\u0103 tot la claca m\u0103tu\u0219ii dinspre mam\u0103. \u0218i iar uit\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i \u00eenchid\u0103 gurile… iar devin idolul tuturor! Dar cinstit \u0219i pe fa\u021b\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 vreo \u00eencercare de a-mi mai str\u00e2mba biata limb\u0103.<\/p>\n

(Fragment din romanul \u201eCasa \u0219i toate amintirile\u201d, Editura \u201eJunimea\u201d, 2024)<\/p>\n


\n Mihaela MALEA STROE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poem sub clar de lun\u0103…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce lun\u0103 rotund\u0103 \u0219i tandr\u0103, iubite,
\nSe-arat\u0103 azi \u00eentr-al z\u0103rii \u00eenalte senin!
\nSe-arat\u0103, sub pecetea tainei,
\nPe cerul aproape de tine, de mine,
\nDe lumea-n r\u0103scruce \u2013
\nLume-povar\u0103 \u2013 purtat\u0103-n t\u0103i\u0219ul s\u0103biei
\nDe heruvim!
\nSe-arat\u0103, frumoas\u0103, luminoas\u0103,
\nAproape-aproape de cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iar noi sur\u00e2dem
\n\u0218i lumii-n r\u0103scruce
\nDespre ea-\u00eens\u0103\u0219i \u00eei povestim…<\/p>\n

\u00cen tine pl\u00e2nge roua,
\n\u00cen mine zefirul se fr\u00e2nge \u2013 suspin,<\/p>\n

\u00cen singur\u0103tate, ne-singuri,
\nNe tot \u00eent\u00e2lnim…
\nPrecum p\u00e2inea \u0219i vinul cuminec\u0103turii,
\nSub patrafirul vremii
\n… Ne tot \u00eent\u00e2lnim.<\/p>\n


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

\u00een lumea dintre ziduri <\/strong><\/p>\n

era o zi oarecare \u00een odaie tr\u0103iau potcovarii sor\u021bii
\ni-am auzit c\u0103-s acolo f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau
\n\u00eemi f\u0103ceam de lucru prin poduri
\naltfel n-a\u0219 fi \u0219tiut
\ncum \u00ee\u0219i ascund veveri\u021bele teama de necunoscut
\nori c\u00e2t de veche e scara care duce spre cer tocmai din latura
\nst\u00e2ng\u0103 a omului<\/p>\n

parc\u0103 ziua aceea a fost cea mai intens\u0103
\nse f\u0103cea c\u0103 o femeie \u00ee\u0219i al\u0103pteaz\u0103 pruncul printre snopi de pelin
\nsoarele dogorea nep\u0103s\u0103tor
\nrochia \u00eei fusese sf\u00e2\u0219iat\u0103 de griji iar ea c\u0103uta un loc cu r\u0103coare
\n\u00een care s\u0103-\u0219i odihneasc\u0103 lumina<\/p>\n

fiecare oftat cerea pace \u00eendurare izb\u00e2nd\u0103
\n\u0219i cine \u0219tie c\u00e2te rafale de curaj s-au cuib\u0103rit la s\u00e2nul ei
\nnici spinii nu-i \u00eengreunau fuga
\n\u0219i nici r\u00e2urile care se umflau din poteci n-o \u00eempiedicau s\u0103 culeag\u0103
\nfragii din ierburile frumos crescute
\n\u00een urma ei r\u0103s\u0103reau alb\u0103strele astea mi-au pl\u0103cut mult
\nam cules c\u00e2teva apoi i-am \u021binut calea \u0219i i le-am d\u0103ruit
\ncu sfial\u0103<\/p>\n

e clar c\u0103 trecusem \u00een lumea dintre ziduri lumea care aducea a morm\u00e2nt \u00een v\u00e2rful st\u00e2ncilor
\nori aduna oameni pentru adrenalin\u0103 \u0219i poker
\nhabar n-aveam ce c\u0103utam eu acolo dar am socotit c\u0103 pot \u00eenscena
\nun drum principal \u0219i c\u00e2teva zg\u00e2rieturi
\n\u00eentr-o imagine simpl\u0103<\/p>\n

a\u0219a am f\u0103cut fredonam c\u00e2ntece abia inventate \u0219i m\u0103 minunam
\n\u00eempreun\u0103 cu orbii
\nde orice adiere care \u00eemi s\u0103ruta glezna<\/p>\n

a\u0219 fi stat acolo c\u00e2teva ceasuri dar cineva a strigat-o pe numele mic
\n\u0219i femeia a ap\u0103rut
\n\u00eendat\u0103 m-am dat din calea ei to\u021bi procedau la fel
\natunci s-a ar\u0103tat un \u00eenger \u0219i m-am trezit pe un pat de nuiele
\n\u00een camera zugr\u0103vit\u0103 cu \u00eentreb\u0103ri \u0219i t\u0103ceri<\/p>\n

devenisem ucenicul f\u0103r\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2n
\nmu\u0219cam din libertate \u0219i-mi \u00eencruci\u0219am bra\u021bele ca-ntr-un exerci\u021biu haotic
\ncu umbrele cred c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00een\u021belegeam adic\u0103 n-aveam idei comune
\nnu ne sus\u021bineam \u0219i nu ne b\u0103nuiam
\nde falsitate
\n\u00eentr-un fel era bine eu veneam dintre nuci b\u0103tr\u00e2ni
\nele \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cuser\u0103 loc \u00een lanuri cotidiene
\n\u0219i-atunci orice salut ar fi fost de prisos<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd m-am trezit zorii aruncau cu bolovani spre apus
\ndar s-au lini\u0219tit repede
\nadormisem cu palmele pe genunchi de fapt adormisem \u00een genunchi
\nde pretutindeni venea un zumzet divin
\naveam inima b\u0103tut\u0103 \u00een cuie
\n\u0219i crezul… crezul meu se f\u0103cea mare \u0219i puternic
\nbucuroas\u0103 de trecerea peste zid
\nam \u0219tiut c\u0103 nu sunt singur\u0103 c\u0103 m\u0103rgelele se destram\u0103 sub t\u0103lpile mele
\n\u0219i poate c\u0103 e bine s\u0103 le adun<\/p>\n

imaginea aceea m\u0103 obsedeaz\u0103
\ne u\u0219or s\u0103 crezi c\u0103 nimic nu o \u00eempiedic\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 ating\u0103
\ncar dup\u0103 mine un co\u0219 de nuiele
\ne gol
\ne bog\u0103\u021bia mea
\ne c\u0103l\u0103torul preg\u0103tit de ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103 ori barmanul care n-a gustat niciodat\u0103 strop de alcool
\n\u00een c\u00e2te feluri mi l-a\u0219 \u00eenchipui
\ntot miroase a flori
\n\u0219i florile sunt albe poate culese din gr\u0103dinile raiului
\nfiindc\u0103 devin nemuritoare<\/p>\n

pruncul de care am vorbit mai devreme s\u0103rut\u0103 petalele
\napoi le arunc\u0103 lumii
\na\u0219 vrea s\u0103 prind senza\u021bia de bucurie
\n\u00eentind bra\u021bul de care se aga\u021b\u0103 un curcubeu \u0219i st\u0103 acolo
\nfemeia sur\u00e2de \u0219i m\u0103 dezleag\u0103 de el
\napoi \u00eenchide u\u0219a potcovarilor
\npiatra pe care s-a odihnit str\u0103luce\u0219te
\nalerg s-o ating nu am ast\u00e2mp\u0103r
\nceva m\u0103 \u021bine treaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00eeng\u00e2narea celorlal\u021bi zori<\/p>\n

t\u0103cerea devine st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 o leg la \u0219ireturi \u0219i m\u0103 bate pe um\u0103r
\ncine sunt eu de cunosc toate acestea
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le \u0219tiu sensul?<\/p>\n

de unde am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat acest alfabet dar mai ales cine mi-a spus despre cele zece porunci?
\ne rege
\ncred
\nsau vreun slujitor sortit s\u0103 pecetluiasc\u0103 senza\u021bii pl\u0103cute
\n\u00een oase de lut<\/p>\n

atunci m\u0103 a\u0219ez la o mas\u0103 cu mine
\nlas \u00eentunericul cu familia de licurici \u0219i dau s\u0103-mi \u0219terg timpul de praf
\nnu e obligatoriu s\u0103 oftez chiar dac\u0103 mi se pare c\u0103 z\u0103resc trenuri
\nsub stejarul din fa\u021ba mea s-au scurs ani mul\u021bi
\niat\u0103
\n\u00eei d\u0103ruiesc \u0219i eu ni\u0219te boabe
\nsunt sigur\u0103 c\u0103 \u00een\u021belege ce-am vrut s\u0103 spun
\naltfel de ce i-ar c\u0103dea frunzele \u00eenaintea pa\u0219ilor mei?<\/p>\n


\nprizoniera timpului meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

de ce a\u0219 \u00eentinde bra\u021bele pe culmea sfin\u021bitului
\ndac\u0103 nimic nu se vede
\nnimic nu se aude<\/p>\n

poate doar ni\u0219te urme vechi pline de n\u0103mol
\nstau de veghe adun\u0103 to\u021bi norii la o ploaie de vise
\na\u0219a da
\nzic
\npot p\u0103stra mult\u0103 vreme imaginea asta
\nchiar dac\u0103 nu va trebui s\u0103 explic nim\u0103nui
\nnimic<\/p>\n

la orizont se z\u0103re\u0219te o ceat\u0103 de oameni
\ne ceata \u00een\u021belep\u021bilor
\ncred
\nse mi\u0219c\u0103 \u00eencet
\naproape c\u0103-mi vine s\u0103 le ies \u00eenainte dar ei au drumul lor
\nurcu\u0219ul lor
\npatimile lor
\n\u0219i ni\u0219te p\u0103s\u0103ri pe umeri
\nacum pot s\u0103 fac colec\u021bie de clipe
\napoi voi admira toate r\u00e2pile
\ncred c\u0103-s interesante cumva
\nau prilejul s\u0103-\u0219i reconstruiasc\u0103 scenele dragi<\/p>\n

m\u0103 simt puternic\u0103
\ndornic\u0103 de a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a culori \u00eenvechite
\nnu \u0219tiu de c\u00e2nd nu \u0219tiu de ce
\ndevin prizoniera timpului meu \u00eennod magia la orizont
\n\u0219i m\u0103 \u00eenchin \u00een\u0103l\u021bimilor
\nal\u0103turi sunt tot eu o mul\u021bime de mine
\n\u00eengenunchez
\nfiecare eu m\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 \u0219i se face pace
\n\u0219i at\u00e2t<\/p>\n


\ntrec\u0103tori<\/strong><\/p>\n

bate v\u00e2ntul \u00een turnul amintirilor noastre
\nmai \u00eent\u00e2i s-a luat la har\u021b\u0103 cu lini\u0219tea
\napoi a venit s\u0103-i scuture notele de praf<\/p>\n

t\u0103cerea st\u0103tea trist\u0103 \u0219i singur\u0103
\ndin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd mai \u00eencheia c\u00e2te un nasture de dor
\nalunga cucuvelele c\u00e2t mai departe
\nchema un om bun s\u0103 \u00eencuie t\u0103cerile
\nori dirija emo\u021biile u\u0219or amor\u021bite <\/p>\n

uneori se aude un murmur <\/p>\n

vine din ad\u00e2ncul nop\u021bii \u0219i trece spre nic\u0103ieri
\ndac\u0103 \u0219tii s-o ascul\u021bi vei \u00een\u021belege c\u0103 to\u021bi trec\u0103torii
\nau iubirile lor
\nviori
\nmesageri
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vrei faci parte din ritualul
\nunei zile
\nvictorioase<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

M\u0103 uit spre p\u0103m\u00e2nt precum copacul dup\u0103 frunze, iarna;
\nnu \u0219tiu ce tornad\u0103 se \u00eenv\u00e2rte pe aici,
\ndar r\u0103d\u0103cinile se \u021bin bine de r\u00e2pi
\niar vr\u0103biile se descurc\u0103 s\u0103 fac\u0103 senza\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Dorurile vin \u0219i pleac\u0103, vremea n\u0103r\u0103va\u0219\u0103 la fel,
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne o \u021b\u0103r\u0103ncu\u021b\u0103 care-\u0219i cunoa\u0219te bine traiul;
\n\u00eencepe s\u0103-mi plac\u0103, uneori vorbe\u0219te \u00een dodii, am\u00e2ndou\u0103 \u0219tim ce spune.<\/p>\n

Odat\u0103 am ajutat-o s\u0103-\u0219i zugr\u0103veasc\u0103 via\u021ba,
\na mai r\u0103mas de retu\u0219at ceva pe la sc\u0103ri,
\n\u00een rest toate ungherele sunt pline cu amintiri colorate,
\numblau p\u0103ianjenii peste tot,
\n\u0219i nu m\u0103 mir c\u0103 vorbe\u0219te cu ei, nici c\u0103-i d\u0103d\u0103ce\u0219te din senin.<\/p>\n

\u00censeamn\u0103 mult s-o \u0219tiu acolo,
\nam \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat din mers cum se picteaz\u0103 visele,
\ncum se r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103 ori se poreclesc \u00eentre ele,
\ne bine sa fii arbitru de clipe
\n\u0219i interesant s\u0103 te sf\u0103tuie\u0219ti cu tine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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