{"id":25293,"date":"2026-01-17T00:16:59","date_gmt":"2026-01-16T21:16:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25293"},"modified":"2026-01-17T00:16:59","modified_gmt":"2026-01-16T21:16:59","slug":"literadura-nr-38-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25293","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 38 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Alexandra Iulia ZECHERU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Frunza<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu am timp. Nu am timp s\u0103 fac tot ce-mi propun, s\u0103 termin tot ce am \u00eenceput. Nu am timp s\u0103 mai observ, s\u0103 mai r\u0103m\u00e2n cu privirea a\u021bintit\u0103 \u00een gol, s\u0103 ascult, s\u0103 visez, s\u0103 dorm p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu, s\u0103 merg pe strad\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 un scop precis. Eu nu mai \u0219tiu cum e s\u0103 te plimbi o dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103, s\u0103 te ui\u021bi la nori \u0219i s\u0103 admiri frunzele \u00eeng\u0103lbenite ale copacilor. Simt cum timpul mi se strecoar\u0103 printre degete, \u00eemi scap\u0103, fuge de mine. Cu ce i-am gre\u0219it? De ce nu vrea s\u0103 mai st\u0103m \u00eempreun\u0103? A\u0219a de tare s\u0103-l fi sup\u0103rat…?
\n V\u0103d cum cresc. M\u0103 uit \u00een oglind\u0103 ca la o str\u0103in\u0103. Ce p\u0103r blond aveam la gr\u0103dini\u021b\u0103! Acum s-a \u00eenchis, s-a f\u0103cut \u0219aten. \u00cenainte aveam ochii rotunzi, mai mari, fie c\u0103 m\u0103 uimea tot ce vedeam \u00een jurul meu, fie c\u0103 ascultam cu aten\u021bie tot ce mi se spunea \u0219i, instinctiv, deschideam mai mult ochii. Acum sunt migdala\u021bi. C\u00e2nd m\u0103 concentrez, nu mai am tendin\u021ba de a-i deschide larg, ci, dimpotriv\u0103, de a-i miji. Ramele colorate ale ochelarilor au fost de mult \u00eenlocuite cu cele negre. Nu mai am aceea\u0219i expresivitate \u00een priviri. Inocen\u021ba s-a risipit \u0219i ea. \u00cenainte aveam, f\u0103ceam, eram… Mi se pare c\u0103 nu mai am nimic din ce am avut, c\u0103 nu mai sunt nimic din ce am fost, c\u0103 am pierdut tot, c\u0103 mi-a murit copil\u0103ria. Cine sunt? Cine mai sunt? Vreau s\u0103 \u021bip, dar \u0219tiu c\u0103 m-ar auzi vecinii. Vreau s\u0103 alerg, dar \u00een\u0103untru n-am spa\u021biu \u0219i afar\u0103 e frig. \u00cemi mu\u0219c buzele p\u00e2n\u0103 simt gustul dulce-dureros al s\u00e2ngelui. \u00cemi transpir\u0103 palmele. Ascult nervoas\u0103 tic\u0103itul ceasului \u0219i bat din picior. Simt cum oboseala m\u0103 str\u00e2nge \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eempresoar\u0103. A\u0219 vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 culc, dar \u0219tiu c\u0103, exact atunci c\u00e2nd mi-e mai somn, nu pot s\u0103 adorm. \u00cemi tremur\u0103 m\u00e2inile. Respir sacadat. \u00cencep s\u0103 clipesc mai des. Ce e cu mine?
\n M\u0103 uit pe fereastr\u0103. Soarele iese timid dintre nori. Frunzele par s\u0103 nu se mai zbuciume at\u00e2t de tare \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00e2ntului. Aud voci. Una spune: \u201eNu-i nici prea cald, nici prea frig. Ce ar merge acum o plimbare!\u201d. Alta \u00eei zice r\u0103spicat: \u201eN-ai timp de nicio plimbare! Nu vezi c\u00e2te mai ai de f\u0103cut?!\u201d. Eu nu \u0219tiu ce s\u0103 le r\u0103spund. Fiecare e cu dreptatea ei. O for\u021b\u0103 din afara mea m\u0103 ridic\u0103 de pe scaun. \u00cemi iau ca \u00een trans\u0103 o geac\u0103 sub\u021bire \u0219i cobor \u00een grab\u0103 sc\u0103rile. Afar\u0103 m\u0103 izbe\u0219te \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 un aer rece. E mai frig dec\u00e2t credeam. Dar nu m\u0103 \u00eentorc dup\u0103 o geac\u0103 mai groas\u0103. Simt c\u0103, dac\u0103 m-a\u0219 \u00eentoarce, a\u0219 r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een cas\u0103 \u0219i n-a\u0219 mai pleca. \u00cencotro s-o iau? Nici nu \u0219tiu de ce am ie\u0219it. N-am nimic programat. Nicio \u00eent\u00e2lnire, nicio \u0219edin\u021b\u0103, nimic. Mai aud o voce. M\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103: \u201eTrebuie s\u0103-\u021bi programezi fericirea?\u201d. \u00cemi str\u00e2ng buzele \u0219i \u00eencuviin\u021bez din cap. Are dreptate. Nu totul se programeaz\u0103.
\n Pornesc alene pe str\u0103zile pustii din cartier. M\u0103 plimb f\u0103r\u0103 direc\u021bie. Nu \u0219tiu unde am s\u0103 ajung. Ce \u0219tiu e c\u0103 mersul \u0219i aerul rece \u00eemi fac bine. Mult bine. Nu mai respir sacadat. Nu mai aud voci. C\u00e2nd am ie\u0219it din cas\u0103, am uitat s\u0103-mi pun ceas la m\u00e2n\u0103. Eu nu uit niciodat\u0103 s\u0103-mi pun ceas la m\u00e2n\u0103. Cred c\u0103 e un semn. Aud fo\u0219netul frunzelor. Nu numai c\u0103-l aud, ci \u00eel ascult a\u0219a cum nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 pot s\u0103 ascult. \u00cel ascult ca pe o melodie veche, de mult uitat\u0103, dar care mai tr\u0103ie\u0219te, totu\u0219i, undeva \u00eentr-un col\u021b de minte, undeva \u00een incon\u0219tient. Ce frumos sun\u0103! M\u0103 opresc \u00een dreptul unui arbore masiv, \u00eenchid ochii \u0219i continui s\u0103 ascult. Bine c\u0103 nu e nimeni pe strad\u0103. Cine m-ar vedea ar zice c\u0103 sunt nebun\u0103. Ce ferici\u021bi sunt nebunii! Deschid ochii \u0219i m\u0103 uit la frunzele ar\u0103mii care cad. Unde se duc frunzele care cad? Ele chiar c\u0103 nu mai au timp… Pe una o prind \u00een palm\u0103. E rotunjit\u0103 spre baz\u0103 \u0219i ascu\u021bit\u0103 spre v\u00e2rf. Ca toate frunzele. Dar ea nu-i ca toate frunzele. Frunza asta a c\u0103zut \u00een palma mea ca o speran\u021b\u0103. Nu-i mai dau drumul.
\n F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi dau seama, ajung \u00een zona spitalului jude\u021bean. Curtea era plin\u0103 de \u00eenso\u021bitorii bolnavilor, de oameni care a\u0219teptau o veste. Era o rumoare general\u0103. Oamenii vorbeau la telefon ca s\u0103-i \u021bin\u0103 la curent \u0219i pe cei de-acas\u0103. Auzeam fr\u00e2nturi de conversa\u021bii \u0219i frigul m\u0103 str\u00e2ngea mai tare. \u201eAu operat-o, dar \u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a trezit\u201d. \u201eL-au b\u0103gat \u00een sal\u0103 acum dou\u0103 ore, dar \u00eenc\u0103 n-a ie\u0219it\u201d. Dar \u00eenc\u0103… Vedeam cum \u00een acele momente oamenii nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 mai au timp. Timp s\u0103-i vorbeasc\u0103 celui de pe patul de spital, s\u0103-l \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eze, s\u0103-i spun\u0103 \u201ete iubesc\u201d. Ceva cald \u00eemi iese din ochi. Acas\u0103 m\u0103 v\u0103itam c\u0103 nu am timp \u0219i mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 nimeni nu mai sufer\u0103 ca mine. \u00cencepusem s\u0103-mi analizez tr\u0103irile \u0219i aveam impresia c\u0103 \u201esimptomele\u201d mele semnaleaz\u0103 o clar\u0103 depresie. De fapt, \u00een acele momente eu pierdeam o parte din pre\u021biosul meu timp. C\u00e2t de banale, de m\u0103runte erau motivele mele de suferin\u021b\u0103!
\n V\u0103d o feti\u021b\u0103 ie\u0219ind pe u\u0219a spitalului. Era slab\u0103, cu p\u0103rul negru \u0219i c\u00e2rlion\u021bat \u0219i cu branul\u0103 la m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103. Era bucuroas\u0103 c\u0103 mama, care se afla cu c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u00een urma ei, a l\u0103sat-o s\u0103 ias\u0103 afar\u0103. Vede un morman de frunze. Ia o frunz\u0103 \u0219i o arunc\u0103 \u00een aer. Mai arunc\u0103 una. R\u00e2dea. Era fericit\u0103. I-am dat ei frunza mea. <\/p>\n


\nTudor Cicu<\/strong>
\n\"\"

tu spui c\u0103 e timpul<\/strong><\/p>\n

uneori prin ochii ace\u0219tia trece triste\u021bea
\nori teama de a te pierde
\n\u0219i doar fusesem cu toate visele mele legat de cer
\n\u0219i fericit c\u0103 m\u0103car aveam vise.
\nfericit ca \u0219i cel care a deschis fereastra
\nstrig\u00e2nd c\u0103 aici lucrurile nu sunt f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103
\nat\u00e2t de mult am iubit eu semnele ivite pe cer
\ndup\u0103 plecarea ta.
\ndar acum poposesc, iat\u0103, pe un anume \u021b\u0103rm
\ntot aud glasul celui alungat de talaz
\nori pe mare asudau ca ni\u0219te orbi, la v\u00e2sle, ai mei.
\nm\u00e2ine, domnule, m\u00e2ine, spui tu
\ne vremea s\u0103 ne \u00eentoarcem viscoli\u021bi de amintiri,
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een ochii t\u0103i
\nca singura pas\u0103re stingher\u0103 din v\u00e2rful copacului
\nce se uit\u0103 prin fereastr\u0103 la mine
\n\u0219i pare c\u0103 ar povesti cuiva
\nce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 cu noi.
\nmartor\u0103 \u0219i ea spaimelor din at\u00e2tea zile
\n\u0219i at\u00e2tea nop\u021bi \u00eentregi
\nc\u0103 nu m-am v\u0103zut \u00een mijlocul cerului
\na\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te sub zarz\u0103rul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 gard
\nnici soarele nu mai e, demult, la locul lui;
\nsub castani e doar cea care ne-a ghicit \u00een c\u0103r\u021bi
\n\u00ee\u0219i fr\u00e2nge degetele \u00een ora\u0219ul t\u0103cut. <\/p>\n


\nGheorghe VIDICAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u0103zlea\u021b\u0103 clan\u021ba u\u0219ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u0103zlea\u021b\u0103 clan\u021ba u\u0219ii e o mirare-a toamnei r\u0103zle\u021bul meu pustiu
\nurme de umbre \u0219i t\u0103ceri le simt curg\u00e2nd pe gamba \u0219oaptei
\nscr\u00e2\u0219nind sub greutatea fricii un cap\u0103t de lumin\u0103 str\u0103veziu
\na \u00eenflorit fereastra un cre\u0219tet de umbr\u0103 \u00eempodobe\u0219te altei<\/p>\n

lumi agoniseala \u00eenghesuit\u0103 frica-mi bate-n cuie somnul
\niluzii nezidite sunt doar tandre\u021bi t\u00e2rzii r\u0103mase f\u0103r\u0103 gust
\nm\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 mucegaiul nop\u021bii toamna \u00ee\u0219i arde-n tihn\u0103 pomul
\nce din tulpina lui plin\u0103 de vise \u00eei na\u0219te fricii-un bust<\/p>\n

singur\u0103tatea-i beat\u0103 \u0219i din a ei unghere asmute iar trecutul
\ncu pleoapele t\u0103iate e-un elixir al toamnei ce nu-\u0219i g\u0103se\u0219te leacul
\ndin galbenul gutuii cu umeri ruginii d\u0103 toamna cu-mprumutul
\niubirii doar regretul c\u0103-a nins t\u0103cerea fricii… \u0219i se sf\u00e2r\u0219e\u0219te veacul<\/p>\n

\u00eeng\u0103lbenit e timpul \u00een turnul prim\u0103riei a devenit robust
\n\u00een ochiul meu s\u0103p\u0103m t\u0103cerile toamnei le \u00eenec\u0103m \u00een must<\/p>\n


\npsalmul t\u0103cerii<\/strong><\/p>\n

pere\u021bii de sticl\u0103 se fac \u021b\u0103nd\u0103ri sclipitoare t\u0103ceri
\nmigreaz\u0103 precum mirosul femeii \u00eentr-o lacrim\u0103
\nplin\u0103 de degete iubirea d\u0103 buzna-ntr-un ieri
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 respire t\u0103cerile timide ne ating uit\u0103-m\u0103<\/p>\n

sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul clipei se-mbrac\u0103-n rochii de sear\u0103
\nface prin parc reveren\u021be unui salc\u00e2m taciturn
\n\u00een palme ne cresc nelini\u0219ti ce-s duse la gar\u0103
\nde-o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 calea\u0219c\u0103 a vie\u021bii fugit\u0103 din turn<\/p>\n

\u00eenflorit\u0103-n cire\u0219i t\u0103cerea se joac\u0103 adoarme
\n\u00een sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii aud r\u0103s\u0103ritul de soare
\n\u00een lacrim\u0103 se deschide o u\u0219\u0103 plin\u0103 de foame
\nfrivol\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i hr\u0103ne\u0219te trecutul cu vise \u0219i moare<\/p>\n

ferestrei \u00eei intr\u0103 somnu-n picioare t\u0103c\u00e2nd
\n\u00eentr-o u\u0219\u0103 de lacrim\u0103 se tace pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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