{"id":25779,"date":"2026-09-11T01:51:07","date_gmt":"2026-09-10T22:51:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25779"},"modified":"2026-09-11T01:51:07","modified_gmt":"2026-09-10T22:51:07","slug":"literadura-nr-40-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25779","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 40 (11)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Emilia LUCHIAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copacul<\/strong><\/p>\n

A crescut un copac \u00een mine
\nNu pentru fructe, ci ca s\u0103-mi \u021bin\u0103 umbr\u0103.
\nFrunzele sunt vorbe rupte,
\nCad \u0219i se \u00eentorc, ca \u0219i cum
\nTimpul se \u00eenv\u00e2rte \u00eentr-un cerc
\nF\u0103r\u0103 de \u00eenceput.
\nR\u0103d\u0103cinile sorb t\u0103ceri \u0219i \u00eentreb\u0103ri,
\nSe \u00eembat\u0103 de pove\u0219ti vii sau uscate,
\nIar crengile danseaz\u0103 goale,
\nCa ni\u0219te vise f\u0103r\u0103 pereche.
\nM\u0103 trezesc c\u0103 vorbesc cu el, de\u0219i
\nNici un glas nu r\u0103zbate din scoar\u021b\u0103.
\n\u00cel ud cu g\u00e2nduri m\u0103runte,
\n\u00cel las s\u0103 creasc\u0103 cu liberul arbitru,
\nC\u0103 poate \u00eentr-o zi… o s\u0103-mi spun\u0103
\nDe ce r\u00e2d sau pl\u00e2ng pe ascuns.<\/p>\n


\nNu aleg!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zaru-i aruncat!
\nP\u0103m\u00e2ntul e rotund de rai
\nCe-l c\u00e2nt\u0103 Pan pe-un tub de nai.
\nBa-i plat!
\nCa o tipsie-n iad,
\nPurt\u00e2ndu-l pe Ioric cel ignorat
\nSau pe Ioan decapitat
\nDintr-o pl\u0103cere \u0219i-o team\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd dansatoarea va da seam\u0103!<\/p>\n

Nu vreau s-aleg!
\nAlbastru, ro\u0219u ori un verde?
\nNu, nu vreau s-aleg!
\nNimicul ast\u0103zi nu se vede.
\nAlbastru e de tuareg,
\nIar ro\u0219u e de asfin\u021bit.
\nCe s\u0103 mai v\u0103d?
\nUn verde pal, de toamn\u0103,
\nPurtat pe-o frunz\u0103 de-un pitic?<\/p>\n

Nu, nu aleg!<\/p>\n


\nManuela Camelia SAVA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00eentre noi o t\u0103cere alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu am \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at piatra
\nte-am vrut pe tine un b\u0103rbat care sculpteaz\u0103 \u00een carnea mea o galateea
\nnu am t\u0103cut
\ndec\u00e2t atunci c\u00e2nd am iubit prea mult<\/p>\n

nu ne-am s\u0103rutat
\n\u00een z\u0103pad\u0103
\nca s\u0103 topim ghe\u021bari fumurii<\/p>\n

nu am \u00eenconjurat masa cu isaia
\ndar ochii au vorbit
\ndespre ceva ne\u00een\u021beles de ceilal\u021bi<\/p>\n

nu am \u00eembr\u0103cat hainele pre\u021bioase ale dorului
\nam t\u0103cut
\nnumai inima a descifrat mesajul<\/p>\n


\n8 sau 9 martie<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce vor femeile
\n\u00een afar\u0103 de pantofi
\nrochii de catifea bijuterii pe degetele fine<\/p>\n

oare ce vor femeile
\nvreun dansator \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een costum albastru
\ntrec\u00e2nd prin fa\u021ba lor \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rat
\ncu mi\u0219c\u0103ri lascive ferme<\/p>\n

ce vor ele de la ei
\n\u00een\u021belegere
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri flori bomboane
\nplimb\u0103ri nocturne
\ndar de unde s\u0103 mai iei vreo tr\u0103sur\u0103
\npoate un bolid care s\u0103 le urce pe lun\u0103
\nca un mzi (ma\u0219in\u0103 zbur\u0103toare individual\u0103)<\/p>\n

ce vor ei de la ele
\nun dans murdar o sticl\u0103 de whisky
\no respira\u021bie \u00een doi
\n\u0219i o cafea pentru mahmureal\u0103-n zori <\/p>\n

ce vor ei de la ele
\ns\u0103 fie nebune
\ns\u0103 nu le doar\u0103 capul niciodat\u0103
\ns\u0103 fie caline
\n\u0219i sf\u00e2ntul Petru s\u0103 mai \u00eentoarc\u0103 foaia c\u00e2nd rescrie
\ndac\u0103 dragoste nu e nimic nu e<\/p>\n


\nce a g\u00e2ndit br\u00e2ncu\u0219i<\/strong><\/p>\n

piatra s\u0103rut\u0103 piatra
\n\u00eendr\u0103gostindu-se sub dalta \u00eencins\u0103
\ndoi fulgi de nea
\nse s\u0103rut\u0103
\ntopindu-se unul \u00een altul ca stalagmitele
\n\u0219i stalactitele<\/p>\n

noi ne s\u0103rut\u0103m
\nca aman\u021bii mereu afla\u021bi pe fug\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd ne vedem
\nne dezbr\u0103c\u0103m f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 facem vreo mi\u0219care gre\u0219it\u0103
\ntotul trebuie s\u0103 fie calculat
\n\u00een dragostea noastr\u0103 apoas\u0103<\/p>\n

a\u0219a s-a g\u00e2ndit br\u00e2ncu\u0219i<\/p>\n


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

v\u00e2ntul dirijeaz\u0103
\ndansul fulgilor
\nca o feerie de tchaikowsky
\nse lipesc doi c\u00e2te doi \u00een hor\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i z\u00e2mbesc ferici\u021bi<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 s\u0103rutul lor
\nurmeaz\u0103 agonia
\nse topesc r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd
\ninfinitul
\n\u00eei p\u0103streaz\u0103 pe to\u021bi \u00eentr-o hart\u0103 numai de \u00eengeri \u0219tiut\u0103<\/p>\n

iarna
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 cu noi
\nne apropiem pu\u021bin c\u00e2te pu\u021bin
\nne topim arz\u00e2ndu-ne fibrele inimii
\npl\u0103tim \u00eengerii s\u0103 ne ierte p\u0103catele mai grele<\/p>\n


\nMihai M. MACOVEI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Mama, carul cu boi \u0219i bariera<\/strong><\/p>\n

de la Suhar\u0103u la Dorohoi
\nsunt 24 de kilometri
\nsoarele era verde \u00een zori
\ndrumul liber
\nbariera l\u0103sat\u0103
\nfelinarul aprins
\nmama \u0219i-a zis \u00een suflet
\n\u201e\u2013 nu a\u0219tept s\u0103 treac\u0103 trenul,
\nnu merg \u00eenainte: doctorul
\ndoarme cu oameni vii sub pern\u0103,
\nm\u0103 \u00eentorc acas\u0103 s\u0103-l nasc\u201d
\n… \u0218i am fost zece.<\/p>\n


\nBariera avea felinarul aprins<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 plou\u0103 cu frunze m\u0103 plou\u0103 cu flori
\ncu m\u00e2na \u00eentins\u0103 stau nemi\u0219cat
\n\u00een a lumii dumnezeiasc\u0103 nuntire
\n\u0219i plou\u0103 \u0219i plou\u0103 m\u00e2ine
\nsubdedesubtul meu va fi luat
\nde cel care azi s-a strecurat
\nca un virus pe sub u\u0219a
\nde-acum \u00eenchis\u0103 a luminii \u00een care
\nm\u0103 \u00eencred tot mai pu\u021bin
\n*
\nm\u0103 uit pe vizorul unei stele
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd mi se usuc\u0103 lacrima
\nte rog nu te urca trenul
\nacesta nu-i pentru tine
\ne pentru cei care pleac\u0103
\nspre alte lumi
\n*
\ndac\u0103 sunt azi e pentru c\u0103 bariera
\navea felinarul aprins.
\nCititorule,<\/p>\n

\u0218tii ceva despre adolescentul plecat
\ndin gara Dorohoi f\u0103r\u0103 bilet de tren
\nspre mare?
\nEra \u00eembr\u0103cat sumar,
\navea \u00een traist\u0103 merinde pentru o zi
\n\u0219i vise pentru o via\u021b\u0103.
\nEu \u0219tiu c\u0103 la mare n-a ajuns
\nNu \u2013 ar fi spus frumoasa de Ea!
\nL-or fi g\u0103sit h\u0103itarii \u0219i l-or
\nfi dus \u00eentr-un ad\u0103post precum
\npe c\u00e2inele meu \u2013 p\u0103tatul?
\nUmbl\u0103 \u0219i acum hai-hui prin
\ntrenuri \u0219i g\u0103ri p\u0103r\u0103site?
\nAr fi prea mult! Era blondu\u021b,
\nscund \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 z\u00e2mbet.
\n\u00cen buzunarul de la h\u0103inu\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i-a pus o floare de salc\u00e2m
\ns\u0103-i poarte noroc. S-a ofilit,
\na devenit s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103, e (p)om \u2013
\nsalc\u00e2m? Se uit\u0103 lumea la El?
\n\u00cel iube\u0219te?<\/p>\n


\nNu vei mai avea somn<\/strong><\/p>\n

sunt o ieder\u0103 ai grij\u0103
\n\u00eenv\u00e2rtindu-te dup\u0103 lumina
\ndin mine vei ajunge
\no noapte pur\u0103
\ngheara de pisic\u0103 sf\u00e2\u0219ie
\nverdele poemului murdar
\nde lumin\u0103
\ns\u0103 \u0219tii eu \u00ee\u021bi voi umbla
\nprin suflet
\ntoate fotografiile ne\u00eenr\u0103mate
\nvor pl\u00e2nge f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte
\niar tu nu vei mai avea somn.<\/p>\n


\nS\u0103 \u0219tii<\/strong><\/p>\n

te-am nins cu flori nemuritoare
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 ui\u021bi dar ai uitat uitarea
\n\u00eentre timp am pl\u00e2ns
\nacum m\u0103 pleci cu bra\u021bul
\ndesfrunzit \u00een nop\u021bi de rou\u01ce
\n\u0219i faci din semnul meu de-a fi
\no alt\u0103 visare
\nfleacuri fleacuri fleacuri
\nm-aud \u00een vis murind
\nca-ntr-o poveste<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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