{"id":24403,"date":"2025-03-12T08:43:19","date_gmt":"2025-03-12T05:43:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24403"},"modified":"2025-03-12T08:43:19","modified_gmt":"2025-03-12T05:43:19","slug":"literadura-nr-35-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24403","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 35 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lidia ZADEH<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u0102D\u0102CINA<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eendoiesc de mine
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la fibr\u0103
\nca un copac ce-\u0219i caut\u0103 rostul
\n\u00eentr-o furtun\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it <\/p>\n

nici frunzele nu-mi vorbesc
\nnici ramurile nu-mi amintesc
\nc\u0103 ar putea exista un m\u00e2ine mai bl\u00e2nd
\nsau o furtun\u0103 mai rea dec\u00e2t precedentele <\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eendoiesc p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i parc\u0103 tot uit
\nc\u0103 el mi-a fost mereu
\nun sprijin t\u0103cut<\/p>\n

dar \u00een t\u0103cerea din jurul meu
\nunde \u00eentreb\u0103rile se opresc
\nsimt r\u0103d\u0103cinile ad\u00e2nci ale cerului <\/p>\n

\u00eemi ridic fruntea
\nlas \u00een urm\u0103 furtuna ca pe un zgomot
\n\u0219i-mi amintesc
\nc\u0103 niciun copac
\nnu se \u00eendoie\u0219te
\nde r\u0103d\u0103cinile
\ncare \u00eel hr\u0103nesc <\/p>\n


\nORDINEA <\/strong><\/p>\n

liniile se \u00eencalec\u0103
\nvie\u021bile ni se intersecteaz\u0103
\n\u0219i nimicurile sunt absolut \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare <\/p>\n

imagina\u021bia noastr\u0103
\ncare sfideaz\u0103 orice regul\u0103
\nse \u00eemplete\u0219te
\ncu frigul
\nunei inimi
\ncare bate la \u00eent\u00e2mplare
\ntimpul se hr\u0103ne\u0219te
\ncu marginile noastre
\n\u0219i niciodat\u0103 nu se satur\u0103 <\/p>\n

oamenii singuri fug unul de altul
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103
\nar putea construi o lume
\ndiferit\u0103 <\/p>\n

dar ce lume?
\nuna \u00een care liniile
\nn-au nevoie de puncte de sprijin
\n\u00eentr-un spa\u021biul gol
\nunde totul cade \u0219i moare
\nmai devreme sau mai t\u00e2rziu
\npentru c\u0103 atrac\u021bia gravita\u021bional\u0103
\neste o certitudine <\/p>\n

lumea are ordinea sa
\ndar ordinea
\nnu-i poate supravie\u021bui lumii
\nla infinit <\/p>\n


\nMERIDIANELE T\u0102CERII <\/strong><\/p>\n

pe h\u0103r\u021bi nev\u0103zute
\nt\u0103cerea \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 locul
\nprintre meridiane
\nf\u0103r\u0103 busol\u0103
\nf\u0103r\u0103 nord
\nf\u0103r\u0103 sud <\/p>\n

ci doar printre linii
\ncare traverseaz\u0103
\ninimi uitate<\/p>\n

fiecare meridian e o ran\u0103 ne\u00eenchis\u0103
\nsau un drum
\npe care nu l-am \u00een\u021beles vreodat\u0103
\n
\nGEOGRAFIE <\/strong><\/p>\n

fiecare t\u0103cere are geografia ei
\nplin\u0103 de neprev\u0103zutul unor c\u0103r\u0103ri
\nce duc \u00eenspre inimi singure
\nla care cuvintele de dragoste
\nn-au mai ajuns de un veac
\nsau chiar peste <\/p>\n

uneori ascult vocea lor
\nadus\u0103 de fluturi nocturni
\niar
\nalteori ascult cum coboar\u0103 \u00een abisuri
\nunde nici ecoul cuvintelor
\nnu ar putea supravie\u021bui
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntului <\/p>\n


\nAna URMA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Tulbur lini\u0219tea<\/strong><\/p>\n

De la elegii cu meduze albastre, mandarini \u00een floare, c\u00e2mpuri de lavand\u0103 \u0219i mere trecute \u00een co\u0219uri \u0219i, p\u00e2n\u0103 la fructele imagina\u021biei aproape-n c\u0103dere, este cale de c\u00e2teva pagini care a\u0219teapt\u0103 scribul cu sufletul deschis spre poveste. R\u0103scolitoare \u0219i dornice s\u0103 ias\u0103 la lumin\u0103, ca bobul prea str\u00e2ns \u00een coaj\u0103, g\u00e2ndurile mele, filtrate prin limpezimea dioptriilor cu plus ale con\u0219tiin\u021bei, se-adun\u0103 pe foaia velin\u0103, ca nu cumva somnul s\u0103-mi fure bucuria duhului, ca nu cumva frumuse\u021bea s\u0103-mi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 ascuns\u0103. \u00cemi armonizez tr\u0103irile pentru a gusta pu\u021bin aceast\u0103 pace nesperat\u0103, economisind timp \u0219i via\u021ba acum \u0219i aici; bucuria darnic\u0103 \u0219i posesiv\u0103 m\u0103 ia \u00een primire \u0219i atunci singur tulbur lini\u0219tea… Doamne! Mereu m\u0103 \u00eentorc la izvorul menit s\u0103-mi ast\u00e2mpere setea, pentru a g\u0103si odihna \u0219i putere s\u0103 adaug timpului semnul meu de pre\u021buire, \u00eenvr\u00e2stat cu od\u0103jdiile magice ale cuvintelor. Cei care nu le-au cunoscut furia pl\u0103cut\u0103 m\u0103 vor os\u00e2ndi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 apa lor se revars\u0103 de la sine c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u0219i f\u0103ga\u0219ul dincolo de osul frun\u021bii, \u0219lefuind a\u0219chiile mir\u0103rii sortite izb\u00e2nzii p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba rode\u0219te din cerneluri, chem\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 glas la izvor \u00eenseta\u021bii, d\u0103rui\u021bii, ale\u0219ii. Jurnalul deschis a\u0219teapt\u0103 povestea pove\u0219tii…
\nvar\u0103 torid\u0103 \u2013
\nse \u00eenclin\u0103 spre noapte
\ntoate florile<\/p>\n


\nDeveni zbor <\/strong><\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103, deznod \u0219nurul sub\u021biat \u0219i-n timp ce fluturi ascun\u0219i \u00een co\u0219ul pieptului se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc cu cel sc\u0103pat dintre file, privesc din nou cerul prin fereastra deschis\u0103. \u00cemi \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 privirea primele stele iar luna fraged\u0103 mi-aduce aminte c\u0103 \u0219i mersul pe jos poate deveni zbor, apoi, privirea \u00eemi cade pe acela\u0219i copac. Fie iarn\u0103 sau var\u0103, mereu \u00eel descop\u0103r altfel, ca o lumin\u0103 \u00een mijlocul gr\u0103dinii, mi s-a imprimat \u00een suflet, talisman transparent cu amprent\u0103 solar\u0103. Crengile dispuse simetric \u00eei contureaz\u0103 coroana, i le num\u0103r: una, doua, trei …zece crengi, suple \u0219i totu\u0219i puternice, sprijinite pe trunchiul ca un piedestal ar\u0103miu. Zece crengi sunt suportul altor zeci \u0219i zeci, nenum\u0103rate crengi pierdute \u00een p\u0103ienjeni\u0219ul coroanei at\u00e2t de vie, at\u00e2t de maiestuos croit\u0103.
\nleac pentru doruri –
\n\u00een dulcea\u021ba bunicii
\numbra nucului<\/p>\n


\n\u020anceput de lume <\/strong><\/p>\n

Oare, acesta s\u0103 fie copacul dorin\u021belor?!! Imaginea golit\u0103 de cuvinte este \u00eentru desf\u0103tarea ochiului \u0219i luare-aminte, a\u0219a cum se cuvine unui act al crea\u021biei des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it \u00een t\u0103cere. Ating\u00e2ndu-l, fie \u0219i numai cu privirea, m\u0103 abandonez \u0219i intru \u00een rezonan\u021b\u0103 cu pulsul sacru al sevelor f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it. Bucuria netulburat\u0103 de cunoa\u0219tere m\u0103 \u00eendeamn\u0103 s\u0103 asociez forma lui fizic\u0103 cu des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irea fiin\u021bei umane, prin muzic\u0103, poezie, iubire. Lirismul, emo\u021bia le resimt \u0219i adun \u00eentr-un singur cuv\u00e2nt: gra\u021bie. Gra\u021bie, fiindc\u0103 mi s-a \u00eeng\u0103duit a vedea dincolo de frumuse\u021be, cu sufletul odihnit \u00eentre culoare \u0219i form\u0103, m\u0103 las prada amintirilor. Primul leag\u0103n, c\u00e2nd frunzele \u00eemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau cre\u0219tetul \u00eentr-o bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u0219i sf\u00e2nt\u0103 r\u0103coare, e departe, abia acum con\u0219tientizez s\u0103rutul divin…. Cu c\u00e2t m\u0103 apropii cu at\u00e2t mai u\u0219or trec linia de hotar, unde mintea \u0219i cugetul cunosc libertatea ne\u00eengr\u0103dit\u0103 a spa\u021biului, forma, culoarea, privirea devin totuna. O lini\u0219te de \u00eenceput de lume sub\u021biaz\u0103 aerul, nemi\u0219carea \u0219i t\u0103cerea fac loc prezen\u021bei fluide, fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, eu \u0219i copacul. Filtrez prin furtun\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri momentul d\u00e9j\u00e0-vu-ului, acum retr\u0103iesc miracolul uit\u0103rii de sine, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, aceea\u0219i m\u00e2na nev\u0103zut\u0103, m\u0103 ridic\u0103 din mine \u00eensumi \u0219i poposesc \u00een locul devenit familiar.
\nconcert de greieri \u2013
\nsilabe num\u0103rate
\n pe vechiul refren<\/p>\n


\nManuela Camelia SAVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

CE E PE SF\u00c2R\u0218ITE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Luna se duce s\u0103 caute lini\u0219tea
\naud inima cum bate
\no orchestr\u0103 \u0219i-a f\u0103cut culcu\u0219 \u00een atriul drept
\ntu \u00een atriul st\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

trebuie s\u0103 cump\u0103r ni\u0219te frunze
\nr\u0103mase verzi<\/p>\n

mai am c\u00e2\u021biva b\u0103nu\u021bi \u00een buzunare \u0219i
\na\u0219 vrea s\u0103 \u00eenchiriez un col\u021b de cer
\n\u00eenalt ca tine<\/p>\n

amintirile au gust de var\u0103<\/p>\n


\nSTR\u0102INUL(I)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trenul a sosit la timp. To\u021bi c\u0103l\u0103torii \u0219i-au ocupat locurile
\nal meu era 97, al t\u0103u era 95
\nUn t\u00e2n\u0103r \u00eenalt misterios
\nm\u0103 p\u0103zea s\u0103 nu cumva s\u0103 evadez cu g\u00e2ndul aiurea
\nochii lui erau ai t\u0103i
\nbuzele lui erau ale tale
\nm\u00e2inile tale erau ale lui
\nparfumul b\u0103rb\u0103tesc hainele mirosind a curat
\nstr\u0103pungeau diminea\u021ba<\/p>\n

\u0219i nu puteam evada din pielea care m\u0103
\nstr\u00e2ngea ca o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 de zale
\n\u00een fiecare gar\u0103
\nfumul \u021big\u0103rii lui se ridica \u00een rotocoale
\nmari
\npleca \u0219i revenea l\u00e2ng\u0103 um\u0103rul meu
\nca l\u00e2ng\u0103 un culcu\u0219 cald
\nca l\u00e2ng\u0103 o femeie pe care o iube\u0219ti \u0219i o
\n\u00eempaci dup\u0103 fiecare ceart\u0103
\nerai tu<\/p>\n


\nDEFINI\u021aIA POE\u021aILOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce fac poe\u021bii
\nsimt r\u00e2d pl\u00e2ng danseaz\u0103 printre cuvinte
\nscriu versuri din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd
\nstr\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een bra\u021be muza
\nbeau m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 tr\u0103iesc mor
\ndar, mai ales, sunt goi
\nzi \u0219i noapte
\nlep\u0103d\u00e2nd pielea de \u0219arpe
\npeste pietrele uitate de zei<\/p>\n


\nDESEN<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cencerc o tehnic\u0103 nou\u0103
\nte desenez cu rou\u0103
\ninima mea a p\u0103strat amprenta degetelor tale lungi
\ncare ap\u0103sau pe ventriculul drept
\napoi pe cel st\u00e2ng
\ns\u0103 nu uit
\ns\u0103 respir
\ns\u0103 nu uit
\ns\u0103 iubesc<\/p>\n

\u00cencerc s\u0103 m\u0103 dezvr\u0103jesc
\nde tine
\ndar visul e mai pregnant
\na\u0219 vrea s\u0103 te ascult
\ndar taci
\ntaci
\nzilele se succed \u00eentr-un ritm ame\u021bitor<\/p>\n

REM este o stare normal\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\nvii mai aproape
\nde cele mai multe ori ai pielea albastr\u0103
\n\u0219i zbori peste nori
\nr\u0103s\u0103ritul \u0219i apusul te strig\u0103 pe numele real<\/p>\n

Nu zici nimic
\nnimic
\nduci visul la alt nivel
\ndincolo de ferestrele prin care privesc
\n\u00eencepe cea\u021ba
\nca un parapet pus \u00eentre noi
\ntrebuie s\u0103 \u00eel trec
\nnumai s\u0103 m\u0103 pl\u0103te\u0219ti cu o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are
\ncu una<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Lidia ZADEH R\u0102D\u0102CINA m\u0103 \u00eendoiesc de mine p\u00e2n\u0103 la fibr\u0103 ca un copac ce-\u0219i caut\u0103 rostul \u00eentr-o furtun\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":24399,"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\/24403"}],"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=24403"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24403\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24404,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24403\/revisions\/24404"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/24399"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24403"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24403"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24403"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}