{"id":25890,"date":"2026-10-26T02:06:03","date_gmt":"2026-10-25T23:06:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25890"},"modified":"2026-10-26T02:06:03","modified_gmt":"2026-10-25T23:06:03","slug":"literadura-nr-41-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=25890","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 41 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Codru\u021ba VANCEA<\/strong>
\n \"\"

De partea mea
\n\u00ee\u021bi calmezi mintea cu mine
\n\u021bi-am l\u0103sat cheile pe noptier\u0103
\nniciodat\u0103 nu ai mai venit
\nla fereastra g\u00e2ndurilor mele
\nniciun asfin\u021bit nu mai \u0219tia dac\u0103 a fost o poezie
\nceva ce nu s-a tip\u0103rit \u00een nicio memorie
\ncine ar putea \u00een\u021belege dac\u0103 a fost zgomot
\nsau t\u0103cere \u00een lumea ce te cuno\u0219tea
\nun r\u0103zvr\u0103tit \u00eentr-o pia\u021b\u0103 de vechituri
\nparfumuri \u0219i durere
\nnici eu nu am mai fost la fel
\ndevenisem femeia ce urca zilnic pe un munte
\nprintre scaie\u021bi \u0219i capre negre
\n\u00eemi \u00eencordam trupul s\u0103 fie arc spre o
\nvictorie nemaiv\u0103zut\u0103 de culoarea \u00eengerilor pierdu\u021bi
\nla care nu am n\u0103d\u0103jduit s\u0103 ajung
\nse urc\u0103 greu pe trepte din
\nsticl\u0103 \u0219i carne smuls\u0103 din trup
\n\u00eencremenesc zile lungi \u00een spectaculoase forme inegale
\nm\u0103 a\u0219ez cuv\u00e2nt l\u00e2ng\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt pe o piatr\u0103 neagr\u0103
\nde granit
\n\u00eemi spun stop joc \u0219i m\u0103 desprind ca o pelicul\u0103 de aur
\n\u00eentr-un proces chimic
\n\u00eentind aripi \u0219i num\u0103r anii ce ar putea s\u0103
\nre\u00eenvie
\nmantii de foc \u00een suflet p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie
\n\u00eentre timp \u00een curtea mea a poposit
\no cioc\u0103nitoare
\no aud cum \u00ee\u0219i \u021bine ritmul sear\u0103 de sear\u0103
\nperfect stabil\u0103
\nperseverent\u0103
\nr\u0103bd\u0103toare
\no caut din priviri
\n\u0219i ea se opre\u0219te
\nm\u0103 prive\u0219te mirat\u0103
\nvoi veni \u0219i m\u00e2ine – \u00eemi repet\u0103 ea ca o cioc\u0103nitoare
\ncare \u00ee\u0219i calmeaz\u0103 min\u021bile
\n… la fel ca tine
\ncu mine
\nei nu-i voi da cheile <\/p>\n


\nIulia DRAGOMIR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00centoarcere pentru o nou\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Rada, am rev\u0103zut locul
\npe care au defilat poeziile
\n\u00een a\u0219teptarea privirilor de\u0219irate de sens.
\nAm urcat treptele spiralate
\ncu bagajul anilor \u00eenaripa\u021bi.
\nAveam c\u00e2\u021biva trandafiri ro\u0219ii
\n\u0219i o bucat\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103
\n\u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat\u0103 \u00een folia transparent\u0103 a zilei.
\nAm predat-o feti\u021bei
\ncu ochii de cer \u0219i z\u00e2mbet de ape,
\npentru m\u0103rturii de treceri
\nprin br\u00e2ul luminii.
\nStelu\u021ba visase c\u0103 m\u0103 mutasem \u00een alt\u0103 lume.
\nMama \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bea pr\u0103jituri cunoscu\u021bilor
\n\u0219i casa era plin\u0103 de curiozit\u0103\u021bi solare.
\nEra var\u0103 \u0219i lipseam de la propria trecere.
\nUn preot pentru v\u0103mile albe.
\nDisp\u0103rusem subit
\n\u0219i ceilal\u021bi se gr\u0103beau s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eengroape,
\ns\u0103reau peste zile
\nde parc\u0103 mi-ar fi fost suficient\u0103 una
\npentru traversarea istoriei.
\nEra pe acolo \u0219i Gelu,
\nprobabil a\u0219a cum a fost de la \u00eenceputul scrierii
\npe limba duminicilor cu gust de mare.
\nSunt bine.
\nM\u0103 odihnesc \u00eentr-o adunare de g\u00e2nduri. (19.08.2026)<\/p>\n


\nCasa clipelor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rada, clipele \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103seau s\u0103la\u0219 \u00een cuvintele
\ncare se \u00een\u0219irau fo\u0219nitoare
\n\u00eenc\u0103 de c\u00e2nd priveam albastrul
\n\u0219i \u0219tiam cum se odihneau castanii
\n\u00een ochii no\u0219tri curio\u0219i,
\nprimitori de spectacolul lumii.
\nZ\u0103boveam \u00een focul jocului,
\npe bulevardul s\u0103riturilor de coard\u0103
\nde parc\u0103 din b\u0103tutul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nar fi r\u0103s\u0103rit dimine\u021bile.
\nAveam un carne\u021bel ro\u0219u
\n\u0219i \u00eencrustam, cu amintirea, chipul zilelor.
\nMai t\u00e2rziu, a \u00eenceput caden\u021ba \u0219inelor \u00een lumina lunii.
\nAu r\u0103s\u0103rit primele m\u0103rturii de n\u0103dejde
\npentru arcuirea pleoapelor.
\nV\u0103d \u0219i acum trenul
\n\u00een care ascultam Promise me,
\nimagin\u00e2nd o lume ne\u00eent\u00e2mplat\u0103.
\nAu urmat caietele studen\u021be\u0219ti
\ncare prindeau vocea sacr\u0103 a inimii,
\nalung\u00e2nd ho\u021bii de trecut \u0219i de ecouri.
\nAu crescut ferestrele.
\nS-au f\u0103cut poeme de b\u0103ut la gura vie\u021bii.
\n(19.08.2026)<\/p>\n


\nV\u00e2n\u0103toarea de fericire <\/strong><\/p>\n

Rada, unii \u0219i-au c\u0103utat fericirea
\n\u00een largul lumii,
\neu am r\u0103mas acas\u0103
\nca \u00eentr-o biseric\u0103
\ndin care v\u0103d chipul sfin\u021bilor
\n\u00eentre care am crescut,
\ncopil al m\u0103ce\u0219elor \u0219i florilor de salc\u00e2m.
\nDrumul acesta str\u0103b\u0103tut pe coamele mun\u021bilor,
\nmi-a amintit de trec\u0103torii
\ncare s-au hr\u0103nit cu fructele zeilor.
\nMu\u0219cau \u0219i ele \u00ee\u0219i recompuneau trupul apetisant.
\nUnul nu credea \u00een razele soarelui,
\na disp\u0103rut \u00een cr\u0103p\u0103turile g\u00e2ndurilor,
\ngonind spre alte hotare
\nca \u00eenspre izb\u0103virea de singur\u0103tate.
\nAltul a gustat dintr-o zmeur\u0103 c\u0103rnoas\u0103
\n\u0219i a alunecat \u00eentr-o cosire de cuv\u00e2nt.
\nOdat\u0103, i-am pus hainele \u00een bra\u021be unui pretendent
\nla fluierul cos\u00e2nzenelor
\n\u0219i am pedalat pe credin\u021ba \u00een semin\u021be.
\nDe atunci, au trecut iluzii
\n\u0219i aripi. <\/p>\n


\nDan D. G\u00c2RJOAB\u0102<\/strong>
\n\"\"

***
\nNu mai privesc spre cer ca spre o zare
\n\u00een care Dumnezeu se-ascunde-nalt,
\nci caut printre lucrurile care
\nau pl\u00e2ns \u00een mine c\u00e2ntec de psalt<\/p>\n

E vara p\u00e2rguit\u0103 peste lume,
\ncu gr\u00e2ul greu \u0219i clopotul de jar,
\niar timpul, ca un fruct f\u0103r\u0103 de nume,
\nse coace-n noi, t\u0103cut \u0219i necesar.<\/p>\n

Sub pa\u0219ii mei, \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na \u021bine minte
\nat\u00e2tea prim\u0103veri ce-au fost c\u00e2ndva,
\n\u0219i iarba \u00ee\u0219i ridic\u0103 rug\u0103minte
\nspre m\u00e2na care \u00eenc\u0103 o poate salva.<\/p>\n

Am fost prea mult str\u0103in de-a mea fiin\u021b\u0103,
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd adev\u0103rul peste z\u0103ri;
\ndar poate ve\u0219nicia nu-i distan\u021b\u0103,
\nci-o clip\u0103 c\u00e2nd te-ntorci din dep\u0103rt\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

\u00cen seara care urc\u0103 peste dealuri,
\nc\u00e2nd aurul se stinge peste vii,
\nt\u0103cerile parc\u0103 se schimb\u0103-n graiuri
\n\u0219i mun\u021bii se coboar\u0103 \u00een c\u00e2mpii… <\/p>\n

\u0218i-n mine se deschide, f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103,
\no u\u0219\u0103 c\u0103tre-un timp nem\u0103rginit:
\nnu mai cer lumii s\u0103-mi rosteasc\u0103-o seam\u0103
\ndin ceea ce \u00een mine n-a murit.<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci tot ce-am socotit c\u00e2ndva ruin\u0103
\nera doar lutul unui \u00eenceput,
\niar rana, luminat\u0103 din lumin\u0103,
\ndevine poart\u0103 c\u0103tre nev\u0103zut.<\/p>\n

De-aceea, dac\u0103 noaptea m\u0103 mai doare
\n\u0219i sufletul mai tremur\u0103, stingher,
\neu \u0219tiu acum: \u0219i cea mai mic\u0103 zare
\npoate deschide-n om un infinit de cer.<\/p>\n

Iar dac\u0103 m\u00e2ine timpul va s\u0103 vie
\ncu pa\u0219ii lui de umbr\u0103 peste noi,
\nvoi \u0219ti s\u0103 pre\u021buiesc tot ce \u00eenvie
\ndin moartea petrecut\u0103 \u00een convoi. <\/p>\n

C\u0103ci omul nu-i doar pulbere ori sfe\u0219nic,
\nnici vis purtat de v\u00e2nt spre nic\u0103ieri \u2014
\ne o fereastr\u0103 care cere ve\u0219nic
\nlumina ce se na\u0219te din t\u0103ceri…<\/p>\n


\nStihuri <\/strong><\/p>\n

Privim spre cer cu to\u021bii, dar cerul tace rece,
\nNe-am risipit zidiri uitate-n chihlimbar,
\nIar timpul, ca un lacom zaraf de ani \u0219i har,
\nPermite ritmul cl\u0103dit \u00een calendar…<\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2ntul mut \u00ee\u0219i pl\u00e2nge zidit\u0103 temelia,
\nNe-am \u00eembr\u0103cat amar \u00een calde am\u0103giri;
\nSuntem doar cioburi str\u00e2nse din alte amintiri
\n\u0218i am uitat cum este pictat\u0103 ve\u0219nicia.<\/p>\n

Vorbim deodat\u0103 to\u021bi, dar este ghea\u021b\u0103-n grai,
\nIar strig\u0103tul curat nu-\u0219i afl\u0103 alt\u0103 cale;
\nTrecem parc\u0103 orbi prin propria noastr\u0103 vale,
\nSpre ultimul apus ce-a fost menit \u00een Rai.<\/p>\n

La geamul spart \u0219i stins al eului sihastru,
\nCe st\u0103 s\u0103 se \u00eenchid\u0103 sinistru peste noi,
\nNe pr\u0103bu\u0219im adesea \u00een propriul nost\u2019 noroi,
\nPrivind trecutul antic \u0219i vechiul cer albastru.<\/p>\n

Iar stihul rugilor cernite din visele promise
\nAd\u00e2nc sap\u0103 nelini\u0219ti, ajunse p\u00e2n\u2019 la os,
\nAm dat ce-a fost mai pur \u0219i ce-a fost luminos
\nPe un minut din gloria vechilor premise<\/p>\n


\nT\u00e2rgul cu infinitul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am amanetat t\u0103cerea pentru o fr\u00e2ntur\u0103 de cer,
\nO clip\u0103 smuls\u0103 din carnea b\u0103tr\u00e2nului Timp.
\nCe-mi pas\u0103 c\u0103 zeii m\u0103 cheam\u0103-n eter
\nS\u0103 dau \u00eenapoi ce-am furat dintr-un alt anotimp?<\/p>\n

Am scris cu acea slov\u0103 pe zidul din urm\u0103,
\nUnde visele reci a\u0219teptau s\u0103 renasc\u0103,
\nNu st\u00e2nca lui Moise, ci dorul ce curm\u0103
\nTriste\u021bea din omul ce poart\u0103 o masc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Din conul de umbr\u0103 \u0219i frici desf\u0103cute,
\nAm tors o arip\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 cus\u0103tur\u0103;
\nL\u0103sa\u021bi-m\u0103-n zborul de taine m\u0103runte,
\nS\u0103 ard f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103, s\u0103 trec de m\u0103sur\u0103!<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci nimeni nu poate s\u0103 caute prin \u0219an\u021buri
\nVisarea ce-\u0219i strig\u0103 sublimul prin veac \u2014
\nSuntem doar nisip, clepsidra st\u0103-n lan\u021buri
\nUn cer nen\u0103scut din ve\u0219nicul leac.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Codru\u021ba VANCEA De partea mea \u00ee\u021bi calmezi mintea cu mine \u021bi-am l\u0103sat cheile pe noptier\u0103 niciodat\u0103 nu ai mai venit<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":25864,"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\/25890"}],"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=25890"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25890\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25891,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25890\/revisions\/25891"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/25864"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25890"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=25890"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=25890"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}