{"id":24828,"date":"2025-07-21T22:40:55","date_gmt":"2025-07-21T19:40:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24828"},"modified":"2025-07-21T22:40:55","modified_gmt":"2025-07-21T19:40:55","slug":"literadura-nr-36-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24828","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 36 (12)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ivan POZZONI <\/strong><\/p>\n

BALADA INEXISTENTELOR <\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u0219 putea \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u021bi spun la sunetul tastaturii mele c\u0103 Baasima a murit de lepr\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ajung\u0103 vreodat\u0103 la grani\u021b\u0103, sau c\u0103 armeanul M\u00e9roujan sub un fluturat de semilune sim\u021bii cum aerul i se scurge din ochi aruncat \u00eentr-o groap\u0103 comun\u0103; Charlee, care a aterizat \u00een Brisbane \u00een c\u0103utarea unei lumi mai bune, a \u00eencheiat c\u0103l\u0103toria \u00een interiorul f\u0103lcilor unui aligator, sau Aur\u00e9lio, numit Bruna dec\u00e2t dup\u0103 opt luni de spitalizare a murit din contract cu asistenta dup\u0103 o b\u0103taie pe un drum de centur\u0103. <\/p>\n

Nimeni nu-\u0219i va aminti de Yehoudith, de buzele ei ro\u0219ii carmin, care ajung s\u0103 bea otr\u0103vuri toxice \u00eentr-un lag\u0103r de exterminare, sau a lui Eerikki, cu barb\u0103 ro\u0219ie, care, \u00eenvins de dorin\u021ba de a naviga, doarme, ciugulit de balene uciga\u0219e, pe fundul vreunei m\u0103ri; capul lui Sandrie, ducesa din Burgundia, a auzit zvonuri de s\u0103rb\u0103toare c\u0103z\u00e2nd de pe lama unei ghilotine \u00eentr-un co\u0219,
\n\u0219i Daisuke, samurai modern, la un motor de avion a num\u0103rat revolu\u021biile transumanizarea unui gest kamikaze \u00een harakiri. <\/p>\n

A\u0219 putea s\u0103-\u021bi spun despre asta \u00een c\u0103ldura unei nop\u021bi de var\u0103 c\u0103 Iris \u0219i Anthia, fete spartane de c\u00e2nd au fost abandona\u021bi deforma\u021bii, sau cum a murit Deendayal de foame imputabile infrac\u0163iunii unice a tr\u0103i o via\u021b\u0103 de neatins f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se fi r\u0103zvr\u0103tit vreodat\u0103; Ituha, fat\u0103 indian\u0103, care, amenin\u021bat\u0103 cu un cu\u021bit, a ajuns s\u0103 danseze cu Manitou \u00een anticamerele unui bordel, \u0219i Luther, n\u0103scut \u00een Lancashire, care, eliberat de meseria de a cer\u0219i, a fost dat la moarte de Majestatea Sa britanic\u0103 \u00een minele de c\u0103rbune. <\/p>\n

Cine \u00ee\u0219i va aminti de Itzayana, \u0219i familia ei masacrat\u0103 \u00eentr-un sat de la marginea Mexicului din armata Carranza care se retrage, \u0219i cine de Idris, african rebel, uluit de \u0219oc \u0219i arsuri \u00een timp ce, ne\u00eenclinat de st\u0103p\u00e2nirea colonial\u0103, a \u00eencercat s\u0103 fure un camion cu muni\u021bii; Shahdi, a zburat sus pe cer privind licita\u021biile revolu\u021biei verzi, ateriz\u00e2nd la Teheran, cu aripile rupte dintr-o lovitur\u0103 de tun, \u0219i Tikhomir, zidar cecen, care s-a ruinat printre chipurile indiferente la p\u0103m\u00e2nt, de pe acoperi\u015ful Mausoleului lui Lenin, f\u0103r\u0103 comentarii. <\/p>\n

Aceste obiecte de poveste ale mele sparte \u00een fragmente de inexisten\u0163\u0103 transmit sunete \u00eendep\u0103rtate de rezisten\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n


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

Noapte de var\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cimbalele evoc\u0103 o alt\u0103 var\u0103 \u00een timp ce aureola luminii \u00eei deseneaz\u0103 conturul \u0219i iubirea tinerilor m\u00e2ndri extremele…
\nsub dorin\u021ba cea amar\u0103 a teiului se arat\u0103 intact\u0103 iarba c\u0103lcat\u0103 de o mie de fiin\u021be nocturne, cicada se opre\u0219te din \u021b\u00e2r\u00e2it a\u0219tept\u00e2nd trezirea lui Helios sau a unui curcubeu smerit
\n\u0219i eu, eu te a\u0219tept \u0219i sunt lini\u0219tit, totul e deja scris deasupra bol\u021bii cere\u0219ti destinul n-are secrete pentru cine, dincolo de v\u0103l, ne prive\u0219te de sus. <\/p>\n


\nNep\u0103s\u0103torii <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ascun\u0219i prin trandafirul galben pe care p\u00e2ntecul mamei p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00eel n\u0103scu, gre\u0219eli ale unui trecut de neuitat, uite-i plutind ca furnici mici pe o b\u0103ltoac\u0103 ale c\u0103ror riduri albe culegeau palide, primite din lini\u0219tea divin\u0103 acum accente de leme abulice a\u021bintite spre cer,
\nignare de poten\u021bialul lor,
\narti\u0219ti frico\u0219i care se disting de mas\u0103 \u0219i pescuiesc dintr-o trezire sub\u021bire c\u0103ut\u00e2nd un ecou pentru a se reflecta, uneori cu succes nesperat
\ntresar \u0219i explic\u0103 de ce ei r\u0103m\u00e2n pe linia de plutire. <\/p>\n


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

Nemiloas\u0103, dezavueaz\u0103 fiecare sim\u021b, \u0219i nu mai sunt nici tat\u0103 nici fiu… din p\u0103m\u00e2nt florile r\u0103sar dar nu simt mireasma lor. Intangibil\u0103 este emo\u021bia precum un soare la asfin\u021bit lipsit de poezie.
\nSilen\u021bioas\u0103 Nu se aprinde lum\u00e2narea care anun\u021b\u0103 sosirea ei, vibreaz\u0103 \u0219inele la trecerea unui tren fantom\u0103 \u0219i umbra insist\u0103 la marginea balastului.
\n\u00cenconjoar\u0103-te de suflete oarecare \u00een cea\u021ba evenimentelor care limf\u0103 cenu\u0219ie dezl\u0103n\u021buie. <\/p>\n


\nAnita <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Pe \u0219optite fream\u0103t\u0103 ar\u021barii la fiecare sc\u00e2nteie care se face carne, printre snopi con\u0219tiin\u021ba transpare, intarsie a motivelor pe f\u00e2\u0219ie aud jonglerul vie\u021bii, roata aceasta care uneori apare \u0219i dispare \u0219i cucuveaua strig\u0103 unde Anita r\u00e2de \u00een penumbra slab\u0103 care ne \u00eenso\u021be\u0219te \u00een \u015foapt\u0103 … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ivan POZZONI BALADA INEXISTENTELOR A\u0219 putea \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u021bi spun la sunetul tastaturii mele c\u0103 Baasima a murit de lepr\u0103 f\u0103r\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\/24828"}],"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=24828"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24828\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24829,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24828\/revisions\/24829"}],"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=24828"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24828"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24828"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}