{"id":24780,"date":"2025-06-27T23:51:17","date_gmt":"2025-06-27T20:51:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24780"},"modified":"2025-06-27T23:51:17","modified_gmt":"2025-06-27T20:51:17","slug":"literadura-nr-36-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24780","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 36 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Camelia Iuliana RADU <\/strong>
\n\"\"


\nDup\u0103 Eminescu <\/strong> <\/p>\n

M\u0103 privesc pe h\u00e2rtie nu e\u0219ti n\u0103scut\u0103 din soarele \u0219i umbra mea dintr-o inim\u0103 creat\u0103 azi, \u00eei spun ar\u0103t\u0103rii \u00een schimb o oglind\u0103 lustruit\u0103 \u0219i neted\u0103 a prins o imagine \u00eemprumutat\u0103 din c\u0103r\u021bi dubl\u00e2nd-o. Sub pielea de grafit z\u0103resc un b\u0103rbat romantic de care sunt \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103. \u00cei port umbrele reflectate, r\u00e2sul, fruntea uria\u0219\u0103 \u00eengrijorarea din privire, patima unele absen\u021be gravate pe fa\u021b\u0103. R\u0103bdarea. <\/p>\n

Marginile mele se estompeaz\u0103 forma mea \u00eencepe s\u0103 se estompeze \u0219i ea pierdut\u0103 \u00een portretul pe care l-a afi\u0219at negru pe alb, scrisul meu l\u0103b\u0103r\u021bat. O art\u0103 imitativ\u0103 a naturii o p\u00e2nz\u0103 pictat\u0103 m\u0103 schimb\u0103 cu fiecare culoare \u00eemprumutat\u0103 direct de la tine. T\u00e2njesc s\u0103 sparg suprafa\u021ba rece \u0219i limpede s\u0103 g\u0103sesc eliberarea. Tu
\nun martor t\u0103cut captiv harului t\u0103u e\u0219ti vocea care m\u0103 ridic\u0103 din ce \u00een ce mai sus \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 dincolo de str\u0103lucirea sticloas\u0103 am v\u0103zut m\u0103car o sclipire a propriei mele reflexii. <\/p>\n


\nO ghicitoare pe care trebuie s\u0103 o rezolv <\/strong><\/p>\n

Caut indicii \u00een pauze, \u00een ton, vreau adev\u0103rul s\u0103 \u00eel tr\u0103iesc. Degete timide ating paginile spre tine timpul nu trece. Se fofileaz\u0103. M\u0103 scufund \u00een detalii, \u00een nuan\u021be, \u00een umbre g\u00e2nditoare plecate din biografia ta cu pa\u0219i de pisic\u0103 pe str\u0103zi nev\u0103zute, prin timpurile de azi. Nesocotit\u0103 urmez urmele tale nu-mi pas\u0103 de limite sau de team\u0103 doar de parfumul t\u0103u pe care \u00eel caut de ani \u0219i ani. <\/p>\n

Am o impresie vag\u0103 de fragment arheologic al unei lumi de argint neatins\u0103 vreodat\u0103. De ar fi s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n captiv\u0103 \u00een galeria istoriei a\u0219 alege s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc doar \u00een prezentul t\u0103u. \u00cen fiecare fotografie te g\u0103sesc tot mai mult \u00een biografiile scrise de al\u021bii e\u0219ti necunoscut. <\/p>\n


\nC\u00e2nd te citesc <\/strong><\/p>\n

Locuiesc pe coloana vertebral\u0103 a unei balene o creast\u0103 gri pe imensitatea oceanului respir\u0103 \u00eentr-un balet singuratic. Niciun p\u0103m\u00e2nt la vedere sunt pe o insul\u0103 care respir\u0103 exist pe o masc\u0103 de argint. <\/p>\n

Sub soarele cobor\u00e2t \u00eentr-o pat\u0103 de foc suntem dou\u0103 singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi departe de cas\u0103 \u00eentr-un leag\u0103n ad\u00e2nc \u0219i larg de ape \u00een care dorm secrete \u0219i se ascund pove\u0219ti. Sunt nesemnificativ\u0103 pe carapacea vie
\no pasager\u0103 ferecat\u0103 \u00een vraja oceanului
\n\u0219i
\n\u00een timp ce b\u0103tr\u00e2nul cetaceu se scufund\u0103 \u00een negrul de cerneal\u0103 tot mai ad\u00e2nc eu m\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b str\u00e2ns f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc <\/p>\n

ad\u00e2ncurile \u0219i murmurul se joac\u0103 \u00een urechea mea. <\/p>\n


\nIonu\u0163 CALOT\u0102 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Tablou cu poezie domestic\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen fiecare diminea\u0163\u0103\/ m\u0103 simt fantastic
\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103 deghizez\/ \u00eentr-o pung\u0103 de plastic <\/p>\n

Ploaia din du\u015f\/ se transform\u0103 \u00een \u015fpan fierbinte
\niar eu m\u0103 r\u0103nesc\/ \u00eentr-un accident de cuvinte <\/p>\n

Norii se desprind din tavan\/ \u015fi plutesc prin \u00eenc\u0103pere
\numpl\u00e2ndu-mi dulapurile\/ cu spum\u0103 de bere <\/p>\n

Visele p\u0103trund\/ \u00een ecranele luminoase
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la cipuri\/ p\u00e2n\u0103 la oase <\/p>\n

Televizorul se treze\u015fte\/ \u015fi \u00eencepe s\u0103 ciripeasc\u0103
\nNasturii c\u0103m\u0103\u015fii\/ sub form\u0103 de versuri vor s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103 <\/p>\n

Printre vasele din buc\u0103t\u0103rie\/ se ascund veveri\u0163e \u015fi lupi
\nca \u00eentr-o scorbur\u0103 pe care\/ numai tu o ocupi <\/p>\n

Se dezbrac\u0103 ferestrele\/ boilerul \u00eemi c\u00e2nt\u0103 la ureche
\nM\u0103rul z\u00e2mbe\u015fte pe mas\u0103\/ ca o momeal\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 pereche <\/p>\n

\u00cen camera mea\/ plute\u015fte c\u00e2te un trist tramvai
\nLocuiesc \u00een cel mai \u00eentunecat col\u0163\/ al unei zile de mai <\/p>\n

Tastatura tocit\u0103\/ improvizeaz\u0103 poezii noi, necunoscute
\nPaharele danseaz\u0103 pe un raft\/ gri, plin de cute <\/p>\n

Lavabila intr\u0103 ca o boal\u0103\/ \u00een cei mai negri pere\u0163i
\nO s\u0103 tund iarba\/ crescut\u0103 pe covorul unde am fost indiscre\u0163i <\/p>\n

\u00cemi \u0163in \u015fi moartea \u00een congelator\/ \u00een acela\u015fi loc cu iarna
\nDin pieptul robinetelor vechi\/ se aude sinistr\u0103 iar goarna <\/p>\n

A \u00eenflorit becul\/ a \u00eenmugurit butonul de la telecomand\u0103
\n\u00cen camera mea se face\/ aceea\u015fi neverosimil\u0103 iarn\u0103 <\/p>\n

La un moment dat\/ toate zilele vor sem\u0103na \u00eentre ele
\n\u00eenv\u0103lurite \u015fi glazurate\/ \u00eentre \u015falurile grele <\/p>\n

Tot ce fac acum\/ nu mai are ceva distinct
\naceea\u015fi tast\u0103 diez\/ pus\u0103 mereu \u00eenainte, din instinct <\/p>\n

E adev\u0103rat\/ c\u0103 acum locuiesc \u00eentr-o singur\u0103 carte \u015fi c\u00e2nd se termin\u0103 poezia\/ toate cuvintele sunt moarte <\/p>\n


\nDaniela TOMA <\/strong>
\n\"\"

c\u00e2nd treceam prin lumin\u0103, ea-mi aprindea dantela rochiei \u015fi dansa cu mine \u00een jurul patului \u00eendr\u0103gostit nimeni nu \u015ftia c\u0103 \u00eenainte purta haine din stamb\u0103 ieftin\u0103, r\u0103m\u00e2nea mereu \u00een urm\u0103, \u00eentr-un fel de cerc f\u0103r\u0103 ochi, <\/p>\n

dar eu am furat miezul rodiilor \u015fi-am \u00eendesat lumina \u00een el
\ns\u0103 fie \u015fi a doua zi p\u0103tima\u015f\u0103, str\u0103lucitoare \u015fi beat\u0103 de amor <\/p>\n

cur\u00e2nd, supus\u0103 pe dinafar\u0103 \u015fi pe din\u0103untru,
\n\u015fi-a luat obiceiul s\u0103-nfloreasc\u0103 rezerva\u0163ii \u00eentregi de gra\u0163ii pe care le-n\u015fira de-a lungul anilor,
\nbine\u00een\u0163eles, dup\u0103 ce le biciuia \u00een fiecare zi umerii goi <\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 la ziu\u0103, pasiunea gemea \u00een rochia mea de dantel\u0103 lacom\u0103, pe sub tiv d\u0103deau n\u0103val\u0103 fluturi obraznici <\/p>\n

\u00een cur\u00e2nd voi purta doar o bucat\u0103 de p\u00e2nz\u0103 cu aripi
\n* trag dup\u0103 mine o linie fr\u00e2nt\u0103, o fotografie cu mirese
\n\u015fi ni\u0219te ochi bulbuca\u021bi din care verdele s-a \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiat
\n cu inten\u021bii necuviincioase
\nnu \u015ftiu de ce un z\u00e2mbet crispat r\u0103m\u0103sese at\u00e2rnat
\n \u00eentr-o alur\u0103 de or\u0103 exact\u0103 fix l\u00e2ng\u0103 o garoaf\u0103 m\u0103ritat\u0103 de mai multe ori cu un deal gol-pu\u015fc\u0103 \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i <\/p>\n

am v\u0103zut fotografia diminea\u021ba prin cr\u0103p\u0103turile de plastic ale unui contur necite\u021b dar n-am habar nici acum de ce somnul de frumuse\u021be se amestecase cu bonurile de benzin\u0103
\n\u015fi, prin ad\u0103ugare, rochia de mireas\u0103 tr\u0103gea singur\u0103 concluziile
\n\u00eentr-o parcare sepia
\n*
\nvoi trece foarte repede strada
\nca s\u0103-mi pot anula silueta de s\u0103rb\u0103toare
\n\u015fi bl\u00e2nde\u0163ea de \u00eenceput <\/p>\n

trebuie s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 aplauzele danseaz\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 pe sub piele, st\u00e2rnite sub tencuial\u0103, poart\u0103 acela\u015fi steag alb, prin urmare, cuvintele \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentind gra\u0163ios spatele \u00eentre mine
\n\u015fi mine <\/p>\n

ofert\u0103 e limitat\u0103, \u00eens\u0103, \u00een timpul lunilor de iarn\u0103
\n\u00een rest sunt bine, expresia de toleran\u0163\u0103 la min\u0163ile mici \/
\nmi-a fost tip\u0103rit\u0103 \u00eentr-un ziar de Constan\u0163a*
\nde departe z\u0103resc o intrare trucat\u0103 <\/p>\n

\u00eemi \u0163in ochii lega\u0163i str\u00e2ns
\ns\u0103 nu se repete la fel de s\u0103lbatici \u00een ad\u00e2ncul lumii, acela care nu vede ce-mi trece prin cap, acela care nu-mi mai spune nimic, doar cre\u015fte \u00een mine p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenlocuie\u015fte cu o v\u00e2rst\u0103 mult mai veche <\/p>\n

din l\u0103untrul meu \u00eei hr\u0103nesc toate formele de fructe zemoase pe care m\u0103 r\u0103zbun sorbindu-le miezul <\/p>\n

sunt martorul unui triumf al uria\u015filor cu picioare goale, desenez un evantai, o \u00eenghe\u0163at\u0103 \u015fi un c\u00e2ine <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Camelia Iuliana RADU Dup\u0103 Eminescu M\u0103 privesc pe h\u00e2rtie nu e\u0219ti n\u0103scut\u0103 din soarele \u0219i umbra mea dintr-o inim\u0103 creat\u0103<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":24763,"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\/24780"}],"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=24780"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24780\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24781,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24780\/revisions\/24781"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/24763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24780"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24780"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24780"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}