{"id":25274,"date":"2026-01-08T15:34:11","date_gmt":"2026-01-08T12:34:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25274"},"modified":"2026-01-08T15:34:11","modified_gmt":"2026-01-08T12:34:11","slug":"literadura-nr-38-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25274","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 38 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela Roxana BOBOC<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pastila de timp<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dragostea \u00eentr-o \u00eencercare de poezie
\nla pas printre frunze ude
\nm\u00e2inile copilei \u00een p\u0103rul meu
\nnoapte de noapte
\ncasca wireless pe care o trec
\nde la mine la tine
\nodat\u0103 cu muzica
\ntrandafirul pe care \u00eel \u00eentinzi
\ndup\u0103 ce noaptea ca un ghimpe
\ns-a furi\u0219at sub piele
\ntrupul pe care \u00eel \u00eempart \u00een zadar
\nsufletul ca o ploaie
\nde noiembrie
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la os.<\/p>\n

*
\nFemei. Mame.
\nalternan\u021b\u0103
\ncaden\u021b\u0103
\nMame. Ploaie. Toamn\u0103. Femei.
\ncopilul surprinde moartea cu un z\u00e2mbet.<\/p>\n

*
\nMi se face fric\u0103
\n\u00eenchid telefonul
\nversurile se str\u00e2ng \u00een pumn
\nnu le dau drumul
\nultima dat\u0103 au mers ca un somnambul \u00een cetate
\narunc\u00e2nd piatra dincolo.<\/p>\n

*
\nOrhideea de pe birou are r\u0103d\u0103cini \u00eentortocheate
\ncaut\u0103 via\u021ba de sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nsi eu o scufund \u00een ap\u0103
\nr\u0103d\u0103cinile devin verzi
\nca \u0219i c\u00e2nd s-ar \u00eentoarce \u00een tulpin\u0103
\ndoare.
\n*
\nLinia de plutire
\n\u00eentre mihaela \u0219i roxana st\u0103
\no fr\u00e2nghie pe care \u00eentind poeme
\n\u0219i le numesc dup\u0103 noi.<\/p>\n

*
\nNu pune z\u0103bala \u00een gura poeziei
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne craniul cuvintelor
\nochii privesc \u00een palm\u0103
\nliniile pe care urc\u0103 \u0219i coboar\u0103
\nsufletul<\/p>\n

*
\nC\u00e2nd cred c\u0103 m-am vindecat
\nvine \u0219uvoiul \u0103sta de poezie
\npe coapsele mele
\n\u00een locul t\u0103u.
\n*
\n\u00cemi iau pastila de stres
\ntimpul devine o plastilin\u0103
\ndin care scot un \u00eenger
\n\u00eel pun \u00een brad
\nprintre ornamente
\niubirea r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00eempachetat\u0103
\nstr\u0103lucitor pe podea.<\/p>\n

*
\nLumini. Umbre.
\nP\u0103pu\u0219a cu p\u0103r negru
\n\u0219i cerul \u00een ochi
\napusuri decolorate
\npozele alb-negru
\no hain\u0103 veche
\n\u00een care \u00eembrac copil\u0103ria.
\nVine Cr\u0103ciunul!<\/p>\n

*
\nMetabolism blocat
\nclaxoanele sun\u0103 strident
\ngraba \u0219oferilor anun\u021b\u0103
\ns\u0103rb\u0103tori \u00een contratimp.<\/p>\n

*
\nTe iubesc
\neste doar o form\u0103
\nde a spune ceva
\nc\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi vine s\u0103 sco\u021bi din tine
\nm\u0103runtaiele iubirii.
\nNu mai scriu un singur r\u00e2nd
\n\u00een stare de libertate<\/p>\n


\nAna Maria NEGRIL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Gr\u0103dina alchimi\u0219tilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

La c\u00e2teva zile dup\u0103 ce p\u0103r\u0103sim Calicutul, g\u0103sesc \u00een desaga mea, ascuns\u0103 printre haine, o cutiu\u021b\u0103 de lemn acoperit\u0103 cu un lac c\u0103r\u0103miziu, iar \u00een ea, un inel de aur curat, cu o str\u0103lucire cald\u0103, ca de soare la apus. Partea de deasupra, lat\u0103 \u0219i u\u0219or bombat\u0103, este \u00eempodobit\u0103 cu o floare \u00een relief, lucrat\u0103 cu migal\u0103, din ale c\u0103rei petale ies \u00een chip de straj\u0103 dou\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri mici, cu ciocurile \u00eentinse una spre cealalt\u0103. \u00cen mijlocul florii a fost prins un rubin oval, ro\u0219u ca s\u00e2ngele, iar de o parte \u0219i de alta se afl\u0103 safire albastre, t\u0103iate \u00een form\u0103 de pic\u0103tur\u0103. Piatra din mijloc pare vie, ca o inim\u0103 care bate tainic \u00een aur. Pe margini, cercul inelului este gravat cu vi\u021be sub\u021biri \u0219i frunze ad\u00e2ncite \u00een metal, semne care amintesc de p\u0103durile sudului, unde pomii cresc sub v\u00e2nturile calde ale m\u0103rii.
\n Este un dar, f\u0103r\u0103 doar \u0219i poate, \u0219i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc \u00eent\u00e2i la Gell\u00e9n, apoi \u00eemi dau seama c\u0103 nu ar putea fi el, fiindc\u0103 singurul om bogat care a fost al\u0103turi de mine, care a venit s\u0103 m\u0103 viziteze c\u00e2t eram bolnav \u0219i a avut tot timpul acces \u00een camera mea, a fost Maym\u016bn. R\u0103sucesc inelul \u0219i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la semnifica\u021bia lui. Nu este ceva ce ar putea s\u0103 poarte pe deget un p\u00e2rlit ca mine f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 i se ia g\u00e2tul, a\u0219a c\u0103-l ascund cu grij\u0103, \u0219i de ochii celorlal\u021bi, \u0219i de regretele mele.
\n Este o podoab\u0103, dar \u0219i un semn de pre\u021buire, de jur\u0103m\u00e2nt ori de ap\u0103rare \u00eempotriva celor nev\u0103zute. Maym\u016bn r\u0103m\u00e2ne astfel pierdut \u00een umbr\u0103, iar eu, privind \u00een largul m\u0103rii, m\u0103 \u00eentreb:
\n Au existat oamenii ace\u0219tia? Am fost cu adev\u0103rat \u00een India sau am visat totul? Prietenul meu \u0219i-a \u00eemplinit dragostea? Gell\u00e9n a reu\u0219it s\u0103 scape?
\n Chibzuiesc la toate acestea \u0219i la multe altele \u00een timp ce refacem drumul spre Egipt, dar \u00een sens invers, de parc\u0103 timpul ar vrea s\u0103 o ia \u00eenapoi, nu \u00eenainte, din momentul \u00een care am \u00eenghi\u021bit darul nemuririi. Nu vreau \u00eens\u0103 s\u0103-i verific puterea, a\u0219a c\u0103 nu m\u0103 arunc cu capul \u00een valuri, nici nu \u00eemi pun jungherul la g\u00e2t. Nici Bertramus nu pare s\u0103 pun\u0103 la \u00eendoial\u0103 starea mea de s\u0103n\u0103tate \u0219i posibil\u0103 permanen\u021b\u0103 pe acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i chiar \u00eel aud cum se laud\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba unor negustori, folosind \u00eens\u0103 cuvinte vagi, cum c\u0103 ar avea re\u021beta nemuririi. C\u00e2nd observ\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eel ascult, de obicei tace \u0219i \u00eemi d\u0103ruie\u0219te un z\u00e2mbet complice, ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd am fi fost am\u00e2ndoi p\u0103rta\u0219i la o minune.
\n Eu nu am de g\u00e2nd s\u0103-i sus\u021bin prostiile \u0219i escrocheriile, mai ales c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi, dup\u0103 ce ne \u00eembarc\u0103m din nou pe acele coji de nuc\u0103 de cocos cu papur\u0103 \u00eempletit\u0103 \u00een loc de vele, m\u0103 \u00eempiedic de unul dintre sacii lui, m\u0103 sup\u0103r \u0219i \u00eei trag un \u0219ut, moment \u00een care simt o durere ascu\u021bit\u0103 \u00een fluierul piciorului, din cauza con\u021binutului tare ca o st\u00e2nc\u0103. Nu este nimeni \u00eemprejur, a\u0219a c\u0103 deschid baierele lui \u0219i descop\u0103r \u2013 minunea minunilor! \u2013 s\u0103cule\u021be, poate dou\u0103zeci sau mai multe, pline cu aur, argint \u0219i pietre pre\u021bioase. O adev\u0103rat\u0103 comoar\u0103!
\n De unde ar avea Bertramus a\u0219a ceva, at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t \u00eel \u0219tiam destul de s\u0103rac \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 lase pe al\u021bii s\u0103 \u00eei pl\u0103teasc\u0103 drumul spre Calicut? Ies pe punte \u0219i m\u0103 apropii de b\u0103tr\u00e2n, care st\u0103 pe un fel de b\u0103ncu\u021b\u0103 \u0219i vorbe\u0219te cu unul dintre negustorii musulmani care merg la Cairo. Nu are rost s\u0103 \u00eel \u00eentrerup, a\u0219a c\u0103 m\u0103 duc l\u00e2ng\u0103 parapet \u0219i m\u0103 uit \u00een zare, unde se vede conturul neclar al unei insule.
\n Ce a\u0219 putea s\u0103-l \u00eentreb \u0219i ce mi-ar r\u0103spunde? Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \u00eei arunc priviri furi\u0219e, dar, chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd r\u0103m\u00e2ne singur, tot nu m\u0103 duc la el. Mi-e grea\u021b\u0103 de vorbele lui mieroase, de fiul meu \u00eencolo, de fiul meu \u00eencoace! B\u0103nuie\u0219te c\u0103 am re\u021beta \u0219i vrea s\u0103 se dea bine pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.
\n Tocmai g\u00e2ndesc aceste lucruri, c\u00e2nd \u00eei aud vocea unsuroas\u0103 \u00een spatele meu.
\n \u2013 Fiule, \u00eemi spune, nu sta \u00een v\u00e2ntul acesta ca s\u0103 nu r\u0103ce\u0219ti!
\n M\u0103 \u00eentorc sfid\u0103tor spre el.
\n \u2013 Ce poate s\u0103 p\u0103\u021beasc\u0103 un om care este nemuritor?
\n Bertramus r\u00e2de u\u0219or.
\n \u2013 S\u0103 r\u0103ceasc\u0103, s\u0103 \u00eei curg\u0103 nasul! S\u0103 aib\u0103 vreo durere nepl\u0103cut\u0103. Nu te g\u00e2ndi la moarte neap\u0103rat. M\u0103 \u00eentreb, \u0219opte\u0219te, aplec\u00e2ndu-se spre mine, ce s-ar \u00eent\u00e2mpla cu un nemuritor care ar fi \u00eenchis pe vecie \u00eentr-un cuf\u0103r, a\u0219a ca djinnul din pove\u0219tile pe care le-am auzit \u00een de\u0219ert \u0219i \u00een care acest duh era \u00eentemni\u021bat \u00eentr-o lamp\u0103. \u00ce\u021bi dai seama cum ar fi? S\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti o eternitate astfel?
\nSimt cum carnea se \u00eencr\u00e2nceneaz\u0103 pe mine, iar ochii \u00eemi devin dou\u0103 s\u0103bii de smarald.
\n \u2013 Nu \u00eemi dau seama. Totu\u0219i, Domnia ta cu siguran\u021b\u0103 n-o s\u0103 aib\u0103 parte de-o astfel de eternitate, a\u0219a c\u0103 nu trebuie s\u0103 v\u0103 fie team\u0103 dac\u0103 v-ar fereca vreun neprieten \u00een vreo lad\u0103 \u0219i v-ar arunca pe fundul m\u0103rii.
\n Expresia \u00eei devine prudent\u0103, apoi mi se pare c\u0103 v\u0103d \u00een ochii lui sclipiri de ur\u0103, ca j\u0103ratecul dintr-o sob\u0103. P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 r\u00e2de \u0219i face un gest de lehamite.
\n \u2013 N-ai de unde \u0219ti dac\u0103 voi avea sau nu parte de eternitate, dar poate ar fi trebuit s\u0103 te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti c-a\u0219 putea avea, doar eu am preparat primul elixir.
\n\u00cemi \u00eentoarce spatele \u0219i pleac\u0103, iar eu r\u0103m\u00e2n cu ochii holba\u021bi la el, \u00eenvinuidu-m\u0103, nu f\u0103r\u0103 temei, de prostie. Sigur c\u0103 Bertramus a gustat \u0219i el din Piatra filosofal\u0103 c\u00e2nd a v\u0103zut c\u0103 eu m-am f\u0103cut bine.
\n M\u0103 reped dup\u0103 el \u0219i-l apuc de bra\u021b.
\n \u2013 I-am dat \u0219i lui Gell\u00e9n din elixir!
\n Se \u00eentoarce calm spre mine \u0219i-mi \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 m\u00e2na cu o for\u021b\u0103 mai mare dec\u00e2t l-a\u0219 fi crezut \u00een stare.
\n \u2013 Ai mai spus asta! Dac\u0103 e a\u0219a, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 to\u021bi trei ne vom mai \u00eent\u00e2lni c\u00e2ndva. Acum, e posibil ca prietenii no\u0219tri s\u0103-l fac\u0103 pierdut, fiindc\u0103 nu \u00eei v\u0103d omor\u00e2ndu-l la lumina zilei. Moartea lui ar ar\u0103ta c\u0103 re\u021beta noastr\u0103 nu face dou\u0103 parale…
\n Eu nu m\u0103 las \u00eens\u0103.
\n \u2013 L-a\u021bi v\u00e2ndut pe Gell\u00e9n, a\u021bi luat bani pe re\u021bet\u0103 \u0219i pe via\u021ba lui!
\n Bertramus \u00eemi z\u00e2mbe\u0219te vag.
\n \u2013 Cine vede c\u00e2\u0219tigul \u0219i nu profit\u0103 de ocazie este mai r\u0103u dec\u00e2t animalele! Nemurirea f\u0103r\u0103 bani nu este de dorit.
\n O variant\u0103 corectat\u0103 \u0219i pu\u021bin mai cursiv\u0103, p\u0103str\u00e2nd tonul \u0219i stilul, ar putea fi aceasta:
\n \u00centr-adev\u0103r, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul a gustat din elixir, apoi s-a g\u00e2ndit cum s\u0103 se \u00eembog\u0103\u021beasc\u0103 rapid, a\u0219a c\u0103 a v\u00e2ndut ce avea la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103: re\u021beta \u0219i pe cerberul ei, Gell\u00e9n. Bertramus o ia spre scara care duce sub punte \u0219i m\u0103 las\u0103 uit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 lung \u00een urma lui. Are nemurire, are o avere primit\u0103 ca plat\u0103 pentru re\u021bet\u0103 \u2013 ce nevoie mai are de mine?
\n Totu\u0219i, nu \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 vat\u0103me \u00een vreun fel, \u00eemi acoper\u0103 cheltuielile ca \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, iar c\u00e2nd ajungem la Alexandria \u00eemi pl\u0103te\u0219te locul pe o galer\u0103 vene\u021bian\u0103. Face planuri s\u0103-\u0219i deschid\u0103 un alt laborator c\u00e2nd ne vom \u00eentoarce \u0219i doar \u0219ov\u0103ie \u00eentre Floren\u021ba, Vene\u021bia sau un ora\u0219 din nord. P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, renun\u021b\u0103 la Vene\u021bia fiindc\u0103 se teme, pe bun\u0103 dreptate, de legile lor \u0219i de ce ar putea p\u0103\u021bi dac\u0103 ar fi considerat un \u0219arlatan ca mul\u021bi al\u021bii. \u00cei trebuie un protector influent \u0219i \u00eemi tot umple capul cu planuri.
\n Eu \u00eens\u0103 nu uit nimic \u0219i trec totul pe r\u0103boj.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mihaela Roxana BOBOC Pastila de timp Dragostea \u00eentr-o \u00eencercare de poezie la pas printre frunze ude m\u00e2inile copilei \u00een p\u0103rul<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":25249,"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\/25274"}],"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=25274"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25275,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25274\/revisions\/25275"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}