{"id":25657,"date":"2026-07-01T01:26:15","date_gmt":"2026-06-30T22:26:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25657"},"modified":"2026-07-01T01:26:15","modified_gmt":"2026-06-30T22:26:15","slug":"literadura-nr-39-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25657","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 39 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Florentina Loredana DALIAN <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Ploaie de ianuarie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uneori, atunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 despart, plou\u0103,
\nPloaia face desp\u0103r\u021birile mai grele,
\nDar pic\u0103turile ei ascund lacrimi ce nu vor s\u0103 fie v\u0103zute.
\nAlteori, atunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 despart, bate v\u00e2ntul,
\nE bine s\u0103 bat\u0103, \u00eenv\u00e2rte eolienele, precum odinioar\u0103 morile.
\nAi zice c\u0103 v\u00e2ntul alung\u0103 triste\u021bea, dar nu,
\nO face \u0219i mai ad\u00e2nc\u0103.
\nRareori c\u00e2nd m\u0103 despart
\nPlou\u0103 \u0219i bate v\u00e2ntul totodat\u0103.
\nAzi, lacrimile au curs \u00eentre bornele kilometrice
\nPrecum apele umflate d\u00e2nd peste maluri.
\nAzi a fost ploaie de ianuarie.
\n\u0218i lacrimi ascunse vestind desp\u0103r\u021birea<\/p>\n


\nValentin TUFAN <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Painted skies<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acolo unde cerurile pictate blameaz\u0103 artistul
\nse vede cap\u0103tul lumii prin c\u0103ma\u0219a primenit\u0103 de soare,
\nacolo unde doarme cosmosul sub carnea de ierburi
\na Lui Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

Acolo unde pietrele cultiv\u0103 suflete de temelie
\nce-au absorbit toate cuvintele
\n\u0219i le-au \u00eencastrat drept \u00een\u021belepciune pentru urma\u0219i \u2013
\ncreier or\u00e2nduit de Dumnezeu spre cugetare<\/p>\n

Unde lumina dospe\u0219te din s\u00e2mburi,
\nAcolo radiaz\u0103 atomul \u0219i dogma unui singur \u00eenceput
\nspre \u00eenl\u0103n\u021buirea mai multor sf\u00e2r\u0219ituri <\/p>\n

Suflete grupate \u00een ciorchine \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 energia
\nca de la o sfer\u0103 la alta, \u00ee\u0219i sorb c\u0103ldura una alteia
\n\u0219i condenseaz\u0103 r\u00e2uri de via\u021b\u0103 ca o Antarctic\u0103 de energii
\nredate \u00een tangaj.<\/p>\n


\nAlexandra-Iulia ZECHERU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimeni nu va observa<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimeni nu va observa. Nimeni nu va observa de c\u00e2te ori ai clipit. Nimeni nu va observa c\u0103 privirea \u021bi-a z\u0103bovit mai mult asupra unui obiect. Nimeni nu va b\u0103ga de seam\u0103 ritmul respira\u021biei tale, ochii t\u0103i miji\u021bi la concentrare, buzele care se usuc\u0103 de nes\u0103rutat sau de prea mult s\u0103rutat. Nimeni nu va \u0219ti cum transpira\u021bia \u00ee\u021bi umple palmele dec\u00e2t atunci c\u00e2nd va da m\u00e2na cu tine. Nimeni nu va afla c\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nci ciocolata ca un copil de cinci ani care r\u0103m\u00e2ne mereu murdar la gur\u0103. Nimeni nu se g\u00e2nde\u0219te c\u0103, \u00eentr-o lume \u00een care s-a inventat expresia \u201ea trage pe dreapta\u201d, tu adormi numai pe partea st\u00e2ng\u0103.
\n Nimeni nu b\u0103nuie\u0219te c\u0103 \u00een spatele buclelor tale perfecte stau \u0219uvi\u021bele torturate de bigudiuri. Nimeni nu \u0219tie c\u0103 te culci \u0219i te treze\u0219ti cu acela\u0219i g\u00e2nd.
\n Nimeni nu \u0219tie c\u00e2t m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la un cuv\u00e2nt \u00eenainte de a-l scrie. Un cuv\u00e2nt care de at\u00e2tea ori trece neobservat de mintea cititorului. Pentru mine, a\u0219a cum spunea Marin Sorescu, \u201efiecare liter\u0103 e o m\u0103rturisire\u201d. Se zice c\u0103, dac\u0103 vrei s\u0103 cuno\u0219ti un c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u021b, trebuie s\u0103-i ascul\u021bi melodiile. Pentru a \u00een\u021belege via\u021ba unui actor \u2013 s\u0103-i urm\u0103re\u0219ti jocul scenic, pentru a p\u0103trunde \u00een viziunea unui pictor \u2013 s\u0103-i analizezi tablourile.
\n Cred c\u0103, dac\u0103 cineva ar vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 cunoasc\u0103, ar fi de prisos s\u0103-i vorbesc. N-ar \u00een\u021belege dec\u00e2t lucruri generale, facile, pe care ochiul min\u021bii le percepe \u0219i de la distan\u021be mari. Lucruri pe care oricine le-ar observa. Oric\u00e2t de mult a\u0219 exersa m\u00e2nuirea cuv\u00e2ntului spus, mi se pare c\u0103 tot cuv\u00e2ntul scris r\u0103m\u00e2ne cel mai expresiv. La cuv\u00e2ntul scris po\u021bi reveni. Vreau ca cineva s\u0103 m\u0103 cunoasc\u0103. Dar, ca s\u0103 m\u0103 cunoasc\u0103, trebuie s\u0103-mi citeasc\u0103 ideile ce se zbat sub \u021beasta capului, cuvintele ce se \u00eenv\u0103lm\u0103\u0219esc pe h\u00e2rtie.
\n Trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 citeasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 nu sar\u0103 peste r\u00e2nduri. Oric\u00e2t de grea ar fi fraza, oric\u00e2t de m\u0103runte ar fi literele, nu trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 citeasc\u0103 printre r\u00e2nduri. Dac\u0103 e miop, \u00eel las s\u0103 se apropie.
\n Ba chiar a\u0219 prefera miopii. Miopul nu vede la distan\u021b\u0103. Dac\u0103 vede, vede \u00een cea\u021b\u0103, dublat, blurat, numai clar nu. Dac\u0103 \u00eei iei ochelarii \u0219i \u00eel pui s\u0103-mi citeasc\u0103 literele \u00eenghesuite \u0219i diforme de la distan\u021b\u0103, nu va \u00een\u021belege nimic. F\u0103r\u0103 ochelari, nu va vedea lucrurile evidente pe care to\u021bi le observ\u0103. Dar \u0219tiu c\u0103, dac\u0103 se uit\u0103 de-aproape, va observa tot ce aceia cu ochi de vultur nu observ\u0103. De-aproape, miopul va observa, f\u0103r\u0103 ochelari, fiecare virgul\u0103 \u00eengro\u0219at\u0103, fiecare liter\u0103 rotunjit\u0103, fiecare cuv\u00e2nt \u00eenclinat, t\u0103iat, m\u00e2njit sau risipit. Fiecare i c\u0103ruia am uitat s\u0103-i pun punctul, fiecare o care seam\u0103n\u0103 cu a. Va observa literele care stau lipite, literele care se \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103, literele care se distan\u021beaz\u0103, literele care se despart de-a dreptul, pentru c\u0103 intervine cratima, literele care se \u00eendoaie, care se apleac\u0103, care se apuc\u0103 de m\u00e2ini \u0219i danseaz\u0103 pe muzica cernelii. Va asculta ritmul cernelii, ritmul respira\u021biei literelor \u0219i, ascult\u00e2ndu-le, va uita s\u0103 mai respire. Literele care se str\u00e2ng, se fr\u00e2ng, suspin\u0103, fream\u0103t\u0103, se izbesc, se caut\u0103 \u0219i nu se g\u0103sesc. Miopul nu numai c\u0103 le va observa, ci le va \u0219i surprinde \u00een ne\u00eentrerupta lor c\u0103utare \u0219i \u00eei va p\u0103rea r\u0103u c\u0103 nu se g\u0103sesc. \u00cei va p\u0103rea r\u0103u c\u0103 nu m\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219te. Asemenea literelor, el m\u0103 va c\u0103uta necontenit, va c\u0103uta s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103, s\u0103 deslu\u0219easc\u0103 ce se afl\u0103 \u00een pauzele dintre cuvinte. Nu va trata de la \u00eenceput punctul ca pe un punct. Un punct, dac\u0103 \u00eemi apar\u021bine, poate fi un semn al exclam\u0103rii convertit sau s\u0103 protejeze o \u00eentrebare. Nu mereu, dar poate fi.
\nUnde e\u0219ti tu, omule, care a\u0219tept s\u0103 m\u0103 cau\u021bi? <\/p>\n


\nCarmen Tania GRIGORE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Alt\u0103 lume, alt destin<\/strong><\/p>\n

trec prin cercul de foc
\nal \u00eendoielii
\nmartor\u0103-mi este
\noglinda \u00eenvelit\u0103 \u00een fum
\ninima pulseaz\u0103 heavy-metal
\na\u0219teapt\u0103 un armisti\u021biu \u00eentre
\ncorp \u0219i minte
\no dragoste c\u0103zut\u0103 din senin
\nun sentiment sc\u0103pat din vedere
\nplin de neast\u00e2mp\u0103r copil\u0103resc<\/p>\n

poate c\u0103 e un dat
\nf\u0103r\u0103 de care
\nvia\u021ba ar dura c\u00e2t ai clipi<\/p>\n

poate c\u0103 apar\u021bin
\nunei liste de a\u0219teptare
\ndin alt\u0103 lume
\ndin alt destin <\/p>\n


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

uneori
\nm\u0103 str\u0103bate o fiin\u021b\u0103
\nf\u0103r\u0103 de umbr\u0103
\n\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 de \u00een\u021beles
\nsimt cum \u00ee\u0219i ascute
\nde oasele mele
\nt\u0103i\u0219ul unei arme albe
\nr\u0103v\u0103\u0219ind echilibrul
\ndin starea de nud<\/p>\n

se scurge apoi prin g\u00e2nduri
\nca o cea\u021b\u0103 cu
\ntren\u0103 ploioas\u0103
\ncu insomnii dup\u0103 ea
\nse scurge
\npe trepte de s\u00e2nge
\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-\u0219i pl\u00e2nsul m\u0103runt<\/p>\n


\nPoem retrospectiv <\/strong><\/p>\n

A mai trecut un an \u00een zbor
\nAm str\u00e2ns mult sens revelator
\nCu soarele \u00eencrustat \u00een pleoape
\nAm str\u0103b\u0103tut singur\u0103tatea \u00een etape<\/p>\n

\u00cen prim\u0103var\u0103 am ales s\u0103 fiu
\nO adiere dintr-un cromatic pliu
\nF\u0103r\u0103 niciun strop de regret
\nAsortat\u0103 vie\u021bii intuitiv \u0219i discret<\/p>\n

Cu ploi de var\u0103 am potolit ades
\nRumoarea celor care nu m-au \u00een\u021beles
\n\u00censufle\u021bit\u0103 de un impuls estival
\nAm separat esen\u021ba dintr-un tumult banal<\/p>\n

\u00cen toamn\u0103 m-am l\u0103sat purtat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt
\nP\u0103str\u00e2ndu-mi picioarele \u00een zodia mea de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nCu ochii min\u021bii am v\u0103zut dincolo de cea\u021b\u0103
\nCum adev\u0103rul \u00ee\u0219i picur\u0103 curcubeul pe fa\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Apoi ninsoarea cu trena ei divin\u0103
\nM-a primenit cu straturi de lumin\u0103
\n\u0218i iat\u0103, trec \u00een noul an re\u00eennoit\u0103
\nCu soarele \u00een gene, de-a dreptul fericit\u0103. <\/p>\n


\n Soli(ci)tudine<\/strong><\/p>\n

te-am rugat mereu
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 prive\u0219ti \u00een ochi
\nchiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd
\nr\u0103zboinice ninsori
\nasmut lighioanele din mine<\/p>\n

mai ales atunci
\nse isc\u0103 o stare de panic\u0103
\nde parc\u0103
\nsecundele sunt h\u0103ituite
\nm\u00e2nate haotic
\n\u00eentr-un decor
\nf\u0103r\u0103 margini
\nf\u0103r\u0103 delimit\u0103rile
\n\u00eensingur\u0103rii<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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