{"id":25004,"date":"2025-10-14T23:09:58","date_gmt":"2025-10-14T20:09:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25004"},"modified":"2025-10-14T23:09:58","modified_gmt":"2025-10-14T20:09:58","slug":"literadura-nr-37-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25004","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr, 37 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Diana PETRO\u0218ANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ora\u0219ele ingenuu nevertebrate ale Ramonei M\u00dcLLER<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centreaga crea\u021bie poetic\u0103 a Ramonei M\u00fcller parcurge un itinerar al revoltei \u00eempotriva mundanului imperfect \u0219i totodat\u0103 dezam\u0103gitor, al\u0103turi de itinerarul geografic, parc\u0103 \u00een zone uitate de lume, imortalizat de privirea critic-subiectiv\u0103 dar si constatativ\u0103 a poetei. \u201eam clasificat oamenii\/ \u0219i le-am pus etichete. Poeta este nostalgic\u0103 dup\u0103 vechile vremuri \u00een care sistemele de valori umane erau cu totul altele, \u00eentr-o societate mai simplificat\u0103, mai centrat\u0103 pe esen\u021be. \u201em\u0103 dor z\u0103pezile de alt\u0103dat\u0103\u201d. Ramona M\u00fcller aproape c\u0103 implor\u0103 revenirea la o lume bazat\u0103 pe valori autentice \u0219i o doare absen\u021ba acesteia, \u00eens\u0103 \u00eei mai acord\u0103 o \u0219ans\u0103, din prea mult\u0103 iubire de oameni. Uneori \u00eens\u0103 dezam\u0103girea este at\u00e2t de crunt\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t poeta aproape c\u0103 refuz\u0103 acceptarea unei realit\u0103\u021bi prea plin\u0103 de imperfec\u021biune, a c\u0103rei protagonist\u0103 este, \u00een permanen\u021b\u0103 cu un ochi critic. Condi\u021bia uman\u0103, \u00eentre autentic \u0219i artificial, incapacitatea de a se integra total uneia dintre cele dou\u0103 lumi, pendularea disperat\u0103 \u00eentre acestea, o face s\u0103 nu se reg\u0103seasc\u0103 niciodat\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat undeva anume . Universul existen\u021bial al poetei este o lume \u00een esen\u021b\u0103 dur\u0103 \u0219i-n acela\u0219i timp ursit\u0103 agoniei. Dumnezeu este refugiul ultim al autoarei. \u201edeschide-\u021bi sufletul \u0219i sparge coaja cerului\u201d este totodat\u0103 un \u00eendemn pentru to\u021bi oamenii.
\n Pentru cineva care experimenteaz\u0103 tr\u0103iri interioare at\u00e2t de intense, era necesar\u0103 revenirea la echilibrul interior ,re\u00eenc\u0103rcarea emo\u021bional\u0103 prin purificarea tr\u0103irilor, la fel de intense, \u00een rela\u021bia cu Dumnezeu. Autoarea exprim\u0103 chiar o mirare existen\u021bial\u0103: \u201ec\u00e2t univers este \u00een noi, doamne!\u201d. \u201ee foarte simplu s\u0103 nu \u0219tim s\u0103 tr\u0103im\u201d este reflec\u021bia de o ad\u00e2nc\u0103 profunzime filozofic\u0103 a unei bune cunosc\u0103toare ce a sondat sufletul uman cu mult\u0103 aten\u021bie.
\n Reminiscen\u021bele unui trecut traumatizat se reflect\u0103 \u00een men\u021bionarea pasager\u0103 a diavolului, dar aceasta se pierde cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103 sub plin\u0103tatea credin\u021bei. De asemenea poeta realizeaz\u0103 o radiografie social\u0103 \u00een stilul caracteristic ironic si trist, demers \u00een care prevaleaz\u0103 con\u0219tiin\u021ba sentimentului nedrept\u0103\u021bii c\u00e2t \u0219i al cosmetiz\u0103rii excesive a lumii \u00een opozi\u021bie cu dimensiunea dorit\u0103 a autenticit\u0103\u021bii. Emite reflec\u021bii filozofice amare: \u201eo via\u021b\u0103 vrem s\u0103 demonstr\u0103m \/c\u0103 (nu) ne suntem \u00eendeajuns\u201d. Ironia se adreseaz\u0103 deopotriv\u0103 \u0219i societ\u0103\u021bii actuale, excesiv de digitalizat\u0103, cu sc\u0103derile de rigoare dar \u0219i cu avantaje, la care poeta, vr\u00e2nd-nevr\u00e2nd, trebuie s\u0103 se adapteze.
\n Un fapt aparent extrem de mundan, dar cu consecin\u021be majore pentru via\u021ba autoarei, pe care aceasta \u00eel imortalizeaz\u0103 cu aceea\u0219i ironie amar\u0103, \u00eel constituie mutarea \u00een alt ora\u0219, \u00een spe\u021b\u0103 ora\u0219ul \u201eRepublicii de la Ploie\u0219ti\u201d (sic!). Aceasta genereaz\u0103 \u00een mintea poetei \u00eentreb\u0103ri existen\u021biale, taton\u0103ri, \u00eendoieli \u0219i c\u0103ut\u0103ri. \u00censu\u0219i titlul acestui volum are o nota evident\u0103 de ironie la adresa ora\u0219ului adoptiv \u201eOra\u0219e nevertebrate\u201d, dar posibil \u0219i a ora\u0219elor \u00eent\u00e2lnite \u00een c\u0103l\u0103toriile prin lumea larg\u0103, at\u00e2t de divers\u0103 si uneori stranie, prin multiculturalitatea sa.
\n Descrierea \u021binuturilor geografice vizitate se realizeaz\u0103 prin imagini metaforice sugestive uneori cu trimitere la art\u0103: \u201e\u00eencepe dansul suprarealist\/al oglinzilor mute de ghea\u021b\u0103\u201d.
\n Decep\u021bionat\u0103 de lumea mult prea artificial\u0103 , la care \u00eens\u0103 este nevoit\u0103 s\u0103 se adapteze, poeta se reg\u0103se\u0219te, \u00eentotdeauna, pe sine, doar \u00een universul propriu, \u00een dimensiunea interioara a existen\u021bei, a tr\u0103irilor libere, autentice, eliberate de orice constr\u00e2ngere sau cenzur\u0103 mundan\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMar\u00eda Luisa Garc\u00eda-Ochoa ROLD\u00c1N <\/strong>
\ntraduse de Elisabeta Bo\u021ban <\/strong><\/p>\n

Mar\u00eda Luisa Garc\u00eda-Ochoa Rold\u00e1n (Madrid, 1955), poet\u0103 \u0219i prozatoare. Licen\u021biat\u0103 \u00een Geografie \u0219i Istorie cu un Masterat \u00een Arhivistic\u0103, la Universitatea Complutense din Madrid. A publicat opt c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i \u00een numeroase reviste \u0219i antologii. Dintre premiile cu care a fost distins\u0103 amintim: XVI Premio de Poes\u00eda Carmen March\u00e1n Cornello de Cazalla de la Sierra, Sevilla; Premio Paul Beckett de Poes\u00eda, 2014 \u0219i Premio Alcarav\u00e1n, 2014.
\nTraducere \u0219i prezentare: Elisabeta Bo\u021ban<\/p>\n

II At\u00e2ta singur\u0103tate<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e\u00cen nop\u021bile luminoase,
\nrezolv problema singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii.
\nO invit pe lun\u0103 \u0219i cu umbra mea suntem trei.\u201d
\n Gloria Fuertes<\/p>\n

\u201eEu \u0219tiu c\u0103 nu mai suntem
\nceea ce am fost odinioar\u0103:
\ndoi care tr\u0103iesc \u00een acela\u0219i calendar.\u201d
\nFrancisco Caro<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd a \u00eencetat s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 a fost o dorin\u021b\u0103 pierdut\u0103,
\na fost un impuls al trupurilor care a l\u0103sat spa\u021bii
\n\u00eentre g\u00e2t \u0219i buze \u00eentre desfr\u00e2u \u0219i s\u0103rut\u0103ri…
\ncavit\u0103\u021bi \u00eensetate de impenetrabile fl\u0103c\u0103ri.
\nCu aripile ei a luat \u00een zbor sarea altor m\u0103ri.
\n\u00cen m\u00e2inile ei goale noaptea a fost o uitare.<\/p>\n

***
\nChipul \u00eentre\u021besut de fr\u0103m\u00e2ntarea timpului,
\nmodelat de m\u00e2ini aprinse \u00een noapte
\n\u0219i at\u00e2tea cicatrici trasate de voi,
\nto\u021bi cei care a\u021bi iubit-o \u0219i to\u021bi care a\u021bi umblat
\ncu ea pe drumuri la vreun r\u0103s\u0103rit
\nsau \u00een neagra lagun\u0103 dintr-un oarecare \u021binut luminos.
\nAst\u0103zi nimeni nu o \u00eenso\u021be\u0219te
\ndoar solitara lun\u0103. <\/p>\n

***
\nNu mai vrea exil\u0103ri
\nnici bezn\u0103 de ceasuri,
\nsingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi de sete \u0219i labirint,
\ngoliciune a vie\u021bii.
\nNu mai vrea ca oglinda
\ns\u0103 reflecte absen\u021ba.
\n\u00ce\u0219i dore\u0219te s\u0103 se termine \u00eentunericul
\n\u0219i s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 la cuib.<\/p>\n

***
\nNu e o zi-triste\u021be, sunt ochii ei \u00eenvin\u0219i,
\nnorii-crocodili care umbresc calea
\narat\u0103 \u021binuturi uscate ca un delir becisnic.
\nC\u00e2nd se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 asta, doarme cu nostalgia descul\u021b\u0103,
\nviseaz\u0103 cu melci, cu s\u0103lbatice l\u0103custe,
\ncu broa\u0219te \u021bestoase, cu broa\u0219te r\u00e2ioase \u0219i, uneori, cu luceferi.
\nC\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i las\u0103 perna, pupilele ei sunt pline de lumin\u0103.
\n***<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i aminte\u0219te de o anumit\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are, memoria pielii.
\n\u00cen cele mai lungi zile, la rev\u0103rsatul zorilor,
\n\u00ee\u0219i aminte\u0219te atingerea pl\u0103cut\u0103 a buzelor lui,
\nlalele suave, un tandru \u0219i arz\u0103tor buchet
\ncare \u00eei acoperea gura.<\/p>\n

S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat \u00een alte vremuri, \u00eenainte de ultimul zbor,
\nmai t\u00e2rziu, zile f\u0103r\u0103 aer, somnul din pe\u0219ter\u0103,
\np\u00e2nza de p\u0103ianjen din ochi, lilieci dezorienta\u021bi
\n\u0219i penetrantul frig care i-a torturat visul.
\nAst\u0103zi, a\u0219ezat\u0103 pe tronul s\u0103u, nu \u0219i-a uitat uit\u0103 domnia.<\/p>\n

***Din cartea \u201eCa s\u0103 zic\u0103 de ea\u201d.<\/p>\n


\nSofia ELEFTHERIOU<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00ceN CUTIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

sub patul t\u0103u
\nse cuib\u0103resc dragoni
\nprin\u021bese ro\u0219ii
\n\u0219i alte intens porfirii juc\u0103rii
\nale unei epoci – \u00eendep\u0103rtate (nu chiar at\u00e2t de mult)<\/p>\n

Noaptea, c\u00e2nd te \u00eentinzi
\nu\u0219a o deschid
\n\u0219i intr\u0103
\n\u00een visul t\u0103u.
\nRevolu\u021bii, iubiri, strig\u0103te
\nc\u0103l\u0103torii pe care nu le-ai f\u0103cut
\n\u0219i m\u0103turi magice
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 ce
\nprima raz\u0103 va ap\u0103rea
\nAtunci
\nele
\niau drumul
\ndin nou spre cutie
\n\u0219i \u00eenchid cu zgomot,
\ncu putere,
\n\u0219i capacul<\/p>\n


\nEXIST\u0102 POEZII<\/strong><\/p>\n

care tremur\u0103 \u00een zori \u00een automotor \u00een drum spre munc\u0103.
\n– \u201eLintea de ieri am m\u00e2ncat-o\u201d, \u00ee\u021bi spun ei
\n\u201egloan\u021bele, cine m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 acum?\u201d
\n**
\nDar la amiaz\u0103 uit\u0103. Se scufund\u0103 \u00een valuri \u0219i se salt\u0103 pe genunchi \u00een albul spumei.
\n C\u00e2nd te apropii acolo \u00ee\u021bi \u0219optesc:<\/p>\n

\u2013\u201dDac\u0103 \u021bi-e sete, bea marea, bea marea \u0219i spune: Via\u021ba e una, dar \u00een ea, multe alte vie\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n


\nE\u0218TI<\/strong><\/p>\n

o mare de miere \u0219i lapte
\ntu e\u0219ti Nebuloas\u0103 \u0219i cer \u0219i pustietate
\niar eu deasupra ta o mic\u0103 pic\u0103tur\u0103 de ploaie
\n\u0219i un c\u00e2ntec care pe buzele tale se va stinge
\n*
\nE\u0219ti, \u00een prim\u0103var\u0103, o margaret\u0103 ro\u0219ie
\ne\u0219ti o lun\u0103 plin\u0103 \u00eentr-o noapte de aprilie
\n\u00een visele mele, o apari\u021bie eteric\u0103
\n\u0219i miros de busuioc \u00een amurgeal\u0103
\n*
\nE\u0219ti o raz\u0103 luminoas\u0103 pe chipul meu
\n\u00eentr-un val de ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103, o adiere r\u0103corie
\ne\u0219ti o pic\u0103tur\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103 pe obrazul meu
\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u00eentorc de pe ale muncii metereze
\n*
\nE\u0219ti Iudita, Maria, Gioconda
\niar eu un b\u0103rbat cu vest\u0103 antiglon\u021b,
\nde cinci, dou\u0103zeci \u0219i cinci sau optzeci de ani
\nte am ca mam\u0103 \u0219i iubit\u0103 \u0219i so\u021bie <\/p>\n


\nAMAN\u021aI<\/strong><\/p>\n

El, un platan pe un continent
\nea, un copac pe un alt p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i istorie
\n\u00eentre ei – meri ro\u0219ii
\nmii de poezii<\/p>\n

au excitat-o:
\nun foc nebun \u00een minte
\nca o phryctoria*<\/p>\n

*mijloc de comunicare prin lumini folosit de anticii greci<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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