{"id":25759,"date":"2026-09-08T00:58:12","date_gmt":"2026-09-07T21:58:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25759"},"modified":"2026-09-08T00:58:12","modified_gmt":"2026-09-07T21:58:12","slug":"literadura-nr-40-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25759","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 40 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Valeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

reverie<\/strong><\/p>\n

ap\u0103 verde, ap\u0103 neagr\u0103, cerul mut deasupra noastr\u0103,
\nTrotu\u0219ul trece peste pietre, \u00eenmul\u021bindu-le;
\nc\u00e2ndva, aici a fost tiparul \u00een nisip al piciorului meu
\nde undin\u0103.
\nau turnat pe\u0219tii argint \u0219i r\u0103ceal\u0103 acolo,
\ns\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103-n ad\u00e2nc alt\u0103 mie de ani.
\nforfota s\u00e2ngelui s-a atomizat \u00een v\u0103zduh,
\nde-acolo mirosul de frig \u0219i r\u0103\u0219in\u0103,
\nde-acolo, b\u0103taia rar\u0103 \u0219i limpede ca de clopot;
\ndin ap\u0103 ie\u0219eam cu un ochi verde \u0219i cu unul negru,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u00e2nge-n artere, ca orice n\u0103luc\u0103 de zi ori de noapte.
\npiciorul r\u0103mas \u00eentreg t\u00e2ra dup\u0103 sine
\numbra celuilalt, ca o durere \u00een oglind\u0103:
\nap\u0103 neagr\u0103, ap\u0103 verde, \u00eenc\u0103 mai desc\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri
\numbra mea de acum o mie de ani.<\/p>\n


\naniversare<\/strong><\/p>\n

odat\u0103 cu vr\u0103biile, albastrul de sus \u00ee\u0219i \u0219terge
\nfruntea de cea\u021b\u0103,
\nintr\u0103 pe fereastr\u0103 lacom, adulmec\u00e2nd aburii
\nde mu\u0219e\u021bel ai ceaiului.
\naici, \u00een cana cu flori de c\u00e2mp, se opre\u0219te
\nplimbarea naiv\u0103 a g\u00e2ndului
\n\u00eenc\u0103 ademenit de lucrurile m\u0103runte care
\nsimuleaz\u0103 o realitate a memoriei.
\nianuarie \u00ee\u0219i trimite aceast\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103 ca pe
\no carte po\u0219tal\u0103, cu acoperi\u0219uri str\u00e2mbe \u0219i co\u0219uri de fum
\n\u00eemping\u00e2nd norii spre un orizont pitit undeva,
\npe dup\u0103 zidirile \u00een ruin\u0103 ale domeniului Ghika.
\nce clopot r\u0103sun\u0103, ce rug\u0103ciune se-aude
\n\u00een cu\u0219ca albastr\u0103 de abur \u0219i fum?
\ndoar \u00eenchipuirea, \u00een hainele ei de-acum jum\u0103tate de veac.<\/p>\n


\ndevenire<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 devin fluture, ar fi trebuit s\u0103 uit
\nspa\u021biul \u00eenchis, unde zborul nu mai exista,
\npere\u021bii care se tot str\u00e2ngeau, plumburii \u0219i umezi,
\npardoseala cu nisip \u0219i scoici ca un fund de mare.
\nm\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u0219au ce\u021buri ad\u00e2nci, l\u0103ptoase \u00een \u00eentuneric.
\nnicio lumin\u0103 prin somnul de t\u00e2r\u00e2toare moale \u0219i disperat\u0103,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 alt vis dec\u00e2t \u00eentoarcerea slab\u0103
\na unui puf complet nelalocul lui \u00een acel ascunzi\u0219 al fricii.
\nc\u00e2nd au c\u0103zut zidurile, din buim\u0103ceal\u0103 m-a scos un miros
\nam\u0103rui, pe care nu-l recuno\u0219team:
\nel venea din uitare \u0219i-atunci
\nam \u00een\u021beles efortul vegetal de a zbura peste flori
\nde romani\u021b\u0103 \u0219i tei, totuna cu ele.<\/p>\n


\noglindire-n ad\u00e2nc<\/strong><\/p>\n

prim\u0103vara intr\u0103-n ora\u0219 ca un glon\u021b \u00een inim\u0103
\nr\u0103zboiul ei l-am purtat prin alte anotimpuri,
\nprin spa\u021bii f\u0103r\u0103 lumin\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103.
\nacum, pe sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt, m\u00e2inile se schimb\u0103
\n\u00een r\u0103d\u0103cini, ochii \u00een pietre \u0219i s\u00e2ngele \u00een ap\u0103
\nde mari ad\u00e2ncimi.
\na\u0219tept somnul alchimic, trecerea printr-o nunt\u0103
\nmai tainic\u0103, mai verde, cu ie\u0219ire la mal;
\n\u00eentre timp, fluviul oglinde\u0219te cl\u0103diri hidoase,
\ngaraje cu ma\u0219ini second hand,
\nle oglinde\u0219te vr\u00e2nd s\u0103 le surpe-n ad\u00e2nc,
\nnicidecum s\u0103 le poarte spre marea cea mare \u0219i neagr\u0103.
\npoate-n amurg, abia scoas\u0103 la mal,
\ninima \u00eempu\u0219cat\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0219te de prim\u0103var\u0103
\nva \u00eencepe s\u0103 bat\u0103 a plumb \u0219i-a verde crud, verde crud\u2026<\/p>\n


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

Pastila de timp (V) <\/strong> <\/p>\n

Reciprocitate.
\nG\u00e2ndul c\u0103l\u0103tore\u0219te de pe
\nbuzele mele
\npe fruntea ta.
\nBob de t\u0103m\u00e2ie
\nochii t\u0103i
\nfrac\u021biunea de secund\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd ne recunoa\u0219tem.
\n*
\nLiliacul cre\u0219tea din ochii
\nmei
\npe buzele f\u0103r\u0103 culoare
\nluna devenea mai.
\n*
\nRup imagini
\nca pe un codru de p\u00e2ine
\n\u00eel ofer
\ncopiilor
\nmari
\ndin amintirea mea.
\n*
\nNu privi \u00een urm\u0103
\nRoxana
\na r\u0103mas pe trepte
\ncu \u0219ireturile descheiate<\/p>\n

p\u0103rul \u00een dezordine
\n\u0219i m\u00e2inile p\u0103tate de
\nfericire.
\n*
\nMihaela
\niube\u0219te
\ncu aceea\u0219i m\u0103sur\u0103
\npl\u00e2nsul dintre cuvinte
\nluna din buzunar
\n\u0219i cire\u0219ele de mai.
\n*
\nMingea sare
\npeste gard
\nnu e nimeni acas\u0103
\nne uit\u0103m cu jind
\niarba o ascunde
\nde m\u00e2inile noastre
\nfl\u0103m\u00e2nde.
\n*
\nPrimul n\u0103scut
\nsare linia copil\u0103riei
\nprime\u0219te botezul
\n\u00eentr-o lume
\npe care nu o recunoa\u0219te.
\n*
\nMonocromie<\/p>\n

noul cod vestimentar
\nacapareaz\u0103 tot
\nochii
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n
\nsingura
\nsurs\u0103
\nde
\nr\u0103zvr\u0103tire.
\n*
\nAlfabet necunoscut
\nLiterele sar
\nDe pe o pagin\u0103 pe alta
\nNiciun cuv\u00e2nt despre
\ndor.
\n*
\nGurile \u00ee\u0219i potolesc setea
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a se \u00eent\u00e2lni
\ncuvintele
\nplutesc
\n\u00eentre noi
\nreciprocitate.
\n*
\nTimpul \u00eencape \u00eentr-o
\npastil\u0103
\nnu m\u0103 vindec
\ncaut
\no nou\u0103 form\u0103
\nde evadare<\/p>\n


\nMarian MIHAI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u021ai-am spus <\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103 e doar oboseala,
\nc\u0103 oamenii, dup\u0103 o v\u00e2rst\u0103,
\n\u00eencep s\u0103 mai uite unde \u0219i-au l\u0103sat cheile,
\ncum \u00eei chema pe colegii din liceu,
\nde ce se uitau noaptea pe geam,
\nca \u0219i cum cineva urma s\u0103 vin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Am observat \u00een ultimul timp
\nc\u0103 miro\u0219i cumva altfel, a parfum scump.
\nPleci \u00een grab\u0103, \u00ee\u021bi iei geanta,
\nverifici telefonul,
\n\u00ee\u021bi legi p\u0103rul \u00een oglinda din hol
\ncu aten\u021bia unui chirurg
\ncare \u0219tie exact unde va t\u0103ia.<\/p>\n

– Te \u00eentorci repede?
\n\u00eentreb.<\/p>\n

Iar tu ridici din umeri,
\nca \u0219i cum timpul
\nar fi boala care nu te prive\u0219te.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce pleci,
\ndeschid frigiderul,
\nbeau ap\u0103 direct din sticl\u0103,
\nm\u0103 uit la lumina aia alb\u0103
\nc\u0103z\u00e2nd peste mezeluri \u0219i iaurturi
\nca peste ni\u0219te organe \u021binute la rece.<\/p>\n

\u00cen blocul vecin,
\nun b\u0103rbat \u00ee\u0219i bate covorul,
\nmetodic, aproape tandru.
\nO femeie fumeaz\u0103 pe balcon,
\n\u00een halat sub\u021bire.
\nCineva ascult\u0103 muzic\u0103 veche,
\nprea \u00eencet ca s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi versurile.<\/p>\n

\u0218i, dintr-odat\u0103,
\nam sentimentul acela t\u00e2mpit
\nc\u0103 toate lucrurile astea
\n\u00ee\u021bi preg\u0103tesc dispari\u021bia
\ncu mult \u00eenainte s\u0103 pleci definitiv. <\/p>\n

Ochii mei au \u00eenceput s\u0103 m\u0103 tr\u0103deze.
\nSe umplu de ap\u0103
\ndin nimicuri:
\no can\u0103 l\u0103sat\u0103 \u00een chiuvet\u0103,
\ndou\u0103 periu\u021be de din\u021bi,
\nsunetul liftului oprindu-se la etajul nostru.<\/p>\n

Ca \u0219i cum corpul ar \u0219ti deja
\nce mintea \u00eenc\u0103 refuz\u0103 s\u0103 accepte.<\/p>\n

Ca \u0219i cum, \u00eentr-o sear\u0103,
\nai s\u0103 \u00eenchizi u\u0219a foarte \u00eencet
\n\u0219i tot blocul comunist
\no s\u0103 sune gol
\ndup\u0103 tine.
\n______<\/p>\n


\n Corp cald <\/strong><\/p>\n

Am plecat l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 un corp cald \u00een pat.<\/p>\n

\u021ai-am spus s\u0103 ai o zi bun\u0103,
\nde parc\u0103 un imperativ verbal ar fi putut regla
\nnivelul serotoninei.
\nNu e vina ta,
\ndurerea circul\u0103 ca un marker tumoral
\n\u00een s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

\u021ai-am repetat de dou\u0103 ori formula:
\n\u201e\u00ee\u021bi amintesc c\u0103 te iubesc,
\n\u00ee\u021bi amintesc c\u0103 te iubesc.\u201d
\nCa un algoritm scris \u00een sinapse,
\nca o fraz\u0103 \u00eenregistrat\u0103 pe un magnetofon
\ncare nu se mai poate opri.<\/p>\n

\u0218i totu\u0219i,
\niubirea sun\u0103 aici
\nmai mult ca o prescrip\u021bie medical\u0103
\ndec\u00e2t ca un gest viu,
\nE un holocaust a tot ce r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een urm\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nValentina BECART<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Un vis al arborilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cineva a scrijelit piatra,
\naltcineva a scris \u00een ea visul
\narborilor,
\nfluviul e gata s\u0103 tri\u0219eze,
\n\u00een timp ce spa\u021biul se clatin\u0103
\n\u0219i un r\u0103u m\u0103 cuprinde;
\nnimic nefiresc,
\n\u00een aceste izbucniri lascive
\nde umbre…<\/p>\n

un v\u00e2rtej al imagina\u021biei
\ne aceast\u0103 trecere,
\n\u00een timp ce r\u00e2uri de lumin\u0103
\napar \u00een jurul m\u00e2inilor, ochilor
\nce se mir\u0103 – ca de o lini\u0219te
\nvinovat\u0103 de supliciu,
\n\u00een timp ce zeul st\u0103 neclintit
\n\u0219i eu nu pot s\u0103 alung
\ndurerea,
\ndin trufia ei liniar\u0103.<\/p>\n

O r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 a lumii
\nse-nfirip\u0103 – \u00een m\u0103rile nop\u021bii;
\ncineva a scrijelit \u00een ea visul
\narborilor,
\naltcineva – un univers divizibil,
\no t\u0103cere a vidului;
\nde ce s\u0103 m\u0103 tem de ve\u0219m\u00e2ntul
\nunui nou r\u0103s\u0103rit,
\nc\u00e2nd totul respir\u0103 la margine
\nde g\u00e2nd!?
\n\u0218i tresar, uneori, ca \u0219i cum
\na\u0219 fi – un alt \u00eenceput…
\n\u00centr-o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103, de p\u00e2nz\u0103 tare…<\/p>\n

\u0218i cineva a strigat: \u201dDar eu sunt zeu,
\n\u0219i zeii nu mor niciodat\u0103\u201d.
\n\u0218i mul\u021bimea s-a uitat la el \u2013 ca la un nebun.
\nEu n-am r\u00e2s, n-am pl\u00e2ns.
\nUn aer rece mi-a trecut prin suflet,
\nprin oase.
\nEra o zi de toamn\u0103 \u0219i frunzele c\u0103deau
\nsecerate la p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nPa\u0219ii m\u0103 purtau prin aceast\u0103 verv\u0103
\na culorilor.
\nCopacii au \u021bipat, sau mi s-a p\u0103rut…
\nEram singur\u0103
\n\u00een fa\u021ba unei clipe ce tocmai a murit.
\nZeul nebun m\u0103 urm\u0103rea cu privirea.
\n – Las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103-mi v\u0103d de drum!
\nNemurirea este pentru poemul acesta \u2013 scris
\n \u00eentr-o zi cu multe z\u0103voare la u\u0219i.
\n\u0218i-atunci am r\u00e2s at\u00e2t de tare, c\u0103 cineva,
\nnu \u0219tiu cine,
\nm-a \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00eentr-o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103, lung\u0103,
\nde p\u00e2nz\u0103 tare…<\/p>\n


\nCa o verig\u0103 pictural\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca un tangaj dezinvolt
\ne aceast\u0103 mare care m\u0103 curteaz\u0103.
\n\u00cen preajma furtunii \u021b\u0103rmul
\ntresare,
\ninima-mi bate mai iute;
\ngrijuliu \u0219i solemn, \u00eentr-un cosmic
\nreceptacul,
\nmi se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc g\u00e2ndurile, privirea.<\/p>\n

Altfel palpit\u0103 acolo…
\nnecunoscutul fertil,
\naurora n\u0103scut\u0103 din miezul ei
\nde v\u0103paie.
\nCa o leg\u0103nare de vise, sunt aceste
\nvaluri tumultoase;
\n\u00een preajma lor totul respir\u0103,
\nincit\u0103
\n\u0219i prim\u0103vara exalt\u0103 \u2013 ca o verig\u0103
\npictural\u0103,
\nca un nou decor pentru rostire.
\n\u00cen imensa lor a\u0219teptare, miezurile
\n se dezvelesc,
\niar fream\u0103tul lor firesc restituie
\n privirii
\n – noi eternit\u0103\u021bi circulare.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Valeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU reverie ap\u0103 verde, ap\u0103 neagr\u0103, cerul mut deasupra noastr\u0103, Trotu\u0219ul trece peste pietre, \u00eenmul\u021bindu-le; c\u00e2ndva, aici a<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":25615,"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\/25759"}],"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=25759"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25759\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25760,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25759\/revisions\/25760"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25615"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25759"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25759"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25759"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}