{"id":308,"date":"2015-02-24T22:52:52","date_gmt":"2015-02-24T20:52:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=308"},"modified":"2015-02-24T22:53:46","modified_gmt":"2015-02-24T20:53:46","slug":"inseninare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=308","title":{"rendered":"\u00censeninare"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2>\u00censeninare<\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Biserica_Voronet.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-309 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Biserica_Voronet-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"Biserica_Voronet\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Biserica_Voronet-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Biserica_Voronet.jpg 512w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 300px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 300\/199;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-309\" src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Biserica_Voronet-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"Biserica_Voronet\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Biserica_Voronet-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/Biserica_Voronet.jpg 512w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/noscript><\/a> \u00a0 Zorii amestecau noaptea cu ziua, cu cea\u021ba \u0219i burni\u021ba sub\u021bire. Nu circul des cu trenul, dar \u00eentotdeauna o fac cu mare bucurie pentru c\u0103 am r\u0103gazul de a lectura lini\u0219tit. Aveam la mine cartea \u201ePatria \u00een opera lui Grigore Vieru\u201d de Sava Bogasiu, pseudonimul p\u0103rintelui Milea din Buz\u0103u, recent lansat\u0103 \u0219i la R\u00eemnicu S\u0103rat. Mersul lin, sacadat, acompaniat de zgomotul metalic specific trenurilor, \u00eemi sporeau bucuria lecturii. Din scrierea preotului r\u0103zbate dragostea duhovniceasc\u0103, aceasta vibr\u00e2nd \u00een fiecare cuv\u00e2nt \u0219i g\u00e2nd scrise despre poetul de dincolo de Prut.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Pentru a-mi odihni ochii, pun biletul de tren ca semn de carte \u0219i privesc printre picurii de ap\u0103 care se preling molcom pe geam. Cea\u021ba dens\u0103, apa din z\u0103pada topit\u0103 b\u0103ltind pe c\u00e2mpul cenu\u0219iu d\u0103deau peisajului o tent\u0103 de toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, de\u0219i este ziua lui Dragobete. Au \u00eenceput s\u0103 apar\u0103 \u0219i fr\u00e2nturi din vechiul codru al Vl\u0103siei, cu p\u00e2lcuri de copaci desfrunzi\u021bi care sprijineau resemna\u021bi cea\u021ba, \u00eenlemni\u021bi \u00een a\u0219teptarea prim\u0103verii, p\u0103r\u00e2ndu-mi c\u0103 alearg\u0103 bizar \u00een sensul opus. Apare apoi un drum paralel, br\u00e2zdat ad\u00e2nc de urme de cauciuc de tractor, precum ni\u0219te amprente nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite imprimate \u00een noroi, m\u0103rginind un ogor bolov\u0103nos ce a\u0219tepta semin\u021bele \u00eentr-o neagr\u0103 t\u0103cere resemnat\u0103.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Pe locul din fa\u021ba mea, st\u0103 o fat\u0103 sub\u021bire precum o n\u0103luc\u0103, cu p\u0103rul lung, \u0219aten, trec\u00e2ndu-i generos peste umeri, peste un pulover maro, care p\u0103rea o prelungire \u00een degrade a \u0219atenului ei. Un ceas mare, cu cadran alb, m\u0103rginit de bobi\u021be de cristale m\u0103runte, purtat la m\u00e2na str\u0103vezie, cu degete prelungi \u0219i sub\u021biri ale c\u0103ror unghii erau \u00eengrijite, dar, surprinz\u0103tor, f\u0103r\u0103 nicio culoare de oj\u0103. Purta blugi simpli \u0219i strim\u021bi, iar pe genunchi \u021binea o culegere de teste gril\u0103 de chimie. Sim\u021bindu-se probabil studiat\u0103, a ridicat capul, privindu-m\u0103 \u00een treac\u0103t, apoi, privirea i se duse spre geam. Ochii ei alba\u0219tri erau dou\u0103 m\u0103rgele de senin \u00een tot acel peisaj monocrom pe care \u00eel v\u0103zusem c\u00e2teva secunde mai devreme. Am sur\u00e2s involuntar \u0219i am \u00eentrebat-o dac\u0103 \u00eei place s\u0103 citeasc\u0103. R\u0103spunz\u00e2ndu-mi scurt, afirmativ, am scos din rucsac cartea Ordinul Iubirii. Aproape \u00eentotdeauna, am la mine c\u0103r\u021bi spre a le d\u0103rui celor care iubesc lectura. I-am scris pe prima pagin\u0103 un haiku inspirat de privirea ei:<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00eenseninare \u2013<br \/>\nalbastru de Vorone\u021b<br \/>\n\u00een privirea ta<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0 \u00a0 Dup\u0103 ce i-am explicat c\u0103 simbolul de pe ultima copert\u0103 este Floarea Vie\u021bii, mi-a recunoscut candid c\u0103 nu \u0219tia \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 o r\u0103sfoiasc\u0103, probabil curioas\u0103.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Mi-am \u00eentors privirea spre geam, spre acel peisaj dezolant de toamn\u0103 uitat\u0103 de timp. Apoi am \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 respir precum un isihast. Nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t a durat, pentru c\u0103 am luat agenda \u0219i ca \u00eentr-o trans\u0103 am \u00eenceput s\u0103 scriu:<\/p>\n<h4>Rug\u0103ciunea inimii<\/h4>\n<h4>R\u0103tacitor prin lumea mare<br \/>\nM\u0103-ntorc \u00een mine ca un fiu<br \/>\nSp\u0103\u0219it, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd alinare<br \/>\nDin groaznicul lumii pustiu<\/h4>\n<h4>Mi-alung orice g\u00e2nd inept,<br \/>\nAd\u00e2nc m\u0103 cufund \u00een t\u0103cere<br \/>\n\u015ei-mi urc Golgota din piept<br \/>\nS\u0103 caut aici m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere<\/h4>\n<h4>M\u0103 rog, respir, merg tot mai sus<br \/>\nPrecum un pustnic smerit,<br \/>\nSpre crucea pe care Isus<br \/>\n\u00cen inim\u0103-mi st\u0103 r\u0103stignit<\/h4>\n<h4>Pe al meu l\u0103untric cer,<br \/>\n\u00cenal\u021b\u0103-Te Tu Doamne!<br \/>\n\u015ei-un singur lucru \u00ee\u021bi cer:<br \/>\nBate clipa asta-n piroane!<\/h4>\n<p>Am trimis aceast\u0103 poezie profesorului teolog \u0219i poet Nicolae Bratu spre a-i verifica metrica. Mai mult dec\u00e2t at\u00e2t, dumnealui mi-a trimis \u0219i o alt\u0103 variant\u0103, mult mai teologic\u0103, s\u0103 zic a\u0219a:<\/p>\n<h4>Rug\u0103ciunea inimii<\/h4>\n<h4>R\u0103tacitor prin lumea mare<br \/>\nM\u0103-ntorc \u00een mine ca un fiu<br \/>\nSp\u0103\u0219it, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd alinare<br \/>\nDin groaznicul lumii pustiu<\/h4>\n<h4>Alung oricare g\u00e2nd inept<br \/>\n\u0218i m\u0103 cufund \u00een gr\u0103itoare<br \/>\nT\u0103cere, izvor\u00e2nd din piept,<br \/>\nDin G\u00f3lgota mistuitoare<\/h4>\n<h4>M\u0103 rog, respir, merg tot mai sus,<br \/>\nCum \u00een ascez\u0103-un eremit<br \/>\nSpre crucea pe care Iisus<br \/>\n\u00cen inim\u0103-mi st\u0103 rastignit<\/h4>\n<h4>De pe Taborul meu spre cer<br \/>\nArat\u0103 slava-\u021ai mare, Doamne!<br \/>\nAt\u00e2t, un singur lucru-\u021bi cer:<br \/>\nSecunda bate-o \u00een piroane!<\/h4>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00censeninare \u00a0 \u00a0 Zorii amestecau noaptea cu ziua, cu cea\u021ba \u0219i burni\u021ba sub\u021bire. Nu circul des cu trenul, dar \u00eentotdeauna<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":309,"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":[7,1],"tags":[43,42,44],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/308"}],"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\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=308"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/308\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":311,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/308\/revisions\/311"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/309"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=308"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=308"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=308"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}