{"id":8741,"date":"2020-03-18T00:55:56","date_gmt":"2020-03-17T21:55:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8741"},"modified":"2020-03-18T00:55:56","modified_gmt":"2020-03-17T21:55:56","slug":"scriitori-nina-beldie-caligrafii-stelare-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8741","title":{"rendered":"Scriitori de azi – Nina Beldie – Caligrafii stelare (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Toate scrisorile mele pentru tine
\nLe-am scris de m\u00e2n\u0103,
\ncu tocul vechi, din lemn,
\nros la un cap\u0103t\u2026
\n\u00cel am din vremea pe c\u00e2nd
\nrostuiam liniu\u021be, c\u00e2rlige, bastona\u0219e \u0219i ovale
\nstr\u00e2mbe,
\n\u00eentre ni\u0219te linii meschine, contur\u00e2nd ni\u0219te spa\u021bii
\navare\u2026
\n\u0218i mama spunea s\u0103 scriu rotund, egal,
\naltfel, cum o s\u0103 scriu c\u00e2ndva o scrisoare
\nfrumoas\u0103
\ncuiva?!\u2026
\n\u0218i eu spuneam \u00een minte doar, \u201eniciodat\u0103 n-am
\ns\u0103 scriu cuiva!\u201d\u2026
\nAm uitat ce spuneam \u0219i
\nInima mea face exerci\u021bii de caligrafie
\nScriindu-\u021bi scrisori cu g\u00e2nduri stinghere,
\ncu doruri hoinare,
\ncu visuri nerostite c\u0103tre nimeni,
\ncu vise net\u0103lm\u0103cite vreodat\u0103\u2026
\n\u00ce\u021bi scriu de m\u00e2n\u0103, rotund, egal \u0219i frumos,
\ndespre iubire,
\ncu tocul cel b\u0103tr\u00e2n, cu peni\u021ba care aga\u021b\u0103 din loc \u00een
\nloc foaia sub\u021bire.
\nScrisorile mele pot fi citite numai noaptea,
\nPentru c\u0103 numai noaptea \u021bi-am scris,
\nCu tocul cel b\u0103tr\u00e2n, ros la un cap\u0103t, cu peni\u021ba
\nveche-nmuiat\u0103 \u00een lumin\u0103 stelar\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Doar<\/strong><\/p>\n

Care Toamn\u0103 e mai Toamn\u0103,
\nDorurile s\u0103 le-adoarm\u0103
\n\u00cen cel galben asfin\u021bind,
\n\u00cen verdele \u00eenc\u0103 min\u021bind,
\nOri \u00een ro\u0219u violet
\nDin triste\u021be de poet\u2026<\/p>\n

Care Nor este mai Nor,
\nS\u0103 duc\u0103 departe Dor,
\nS\u0103 \u00eel duc\u0103 h\u0103t, \u00een zare,
\nS\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i piard\u0103 din culoare,
\nDrum \u2019napoi s\u0103 nu mai \u0219tie,
\nC\u00e2t o \u021bine o ve\u0219nicie\u2026<\/p>\n

Ce Cuv\u00e2nt dintre Cuvinte,
\nS\u0103 spun\u0103 c\u00e2te mai simte
\nSuflet de Om iubitor,
\nV\u0103milor mereu dator,
\nTot hoinar dup\u0103 o Stea,
\nS\u0103 \u00eei fie doar a sa\u2026<\/p>\n

Doar un Nor \u0219i doar o Toamn\u0103
\nDor s-ascund\u0103, s\u0103-l adoarm\u0103,
\nDin cuvinte, unul doar,
\nSteaua s\u0103 \u00eei dea \u00een dar\u2026
\nCa dator s\u0103 nu mai fie
\nNici hoinar o ve\u0219nicie\u2026<\/p>\n

Inima-mi semn \u00eentr-o carte<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026 Frunza pe care am pus-o semn
\n\u00centr-o carte,
\nCea d\u0103ruit\u0103 \u021bie,
\nC\u00e2nd ai plecat departe,
\nE toamna din inima mea,
\nMohor\u00e2t\u0103 toamn\u0103,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 dragostea ta.
\n\u2026 Atunci c\u00e2nd o vei r\u0103sfoi,
\n\u00centr-una din acele zile,
\nce nu mai \u0219tiu s\u0103 fie senine,
\n\u00ce\u021bi va aminti
\nC\u0103 e timpul
\nS\u0103 te \u00eentorci la mine.
\n\u2026 P\u00e2n\u0103 atunci,
\nOric\u00e2t ai fi de departe,
\nInima mea,
\nSemn \u00eentr-o carte,
\nCuminte \u0219i r\u0103bd\u0103toare,
\nP\u0103streaz\u0103 vie
\nA iubirii tale culoare\u2026<\/p>\n

C\u0103ut\u00e2nd clipa<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu cau\u021bi clipa care a fost c\u00e2ndva\u2026
\n\u0218i eu, umbra ei, te am\u0103gesc
\nCu un \u201eBun\u0103 diminea\u021ba, Iubire!\u201d,
\nVenind din alte umbre ale clipelor mele\u2026<\/p>\n

Tu r\u0103scole\u0219ti printre cuvintele de alt\u0103dat\u0103\u2026
\n\u0218i eu, umbra lor, te am\u0103gesc
\nCu un \u201eBun venit, Dragule!\u201d, obosit,
\nCa \u0219i cum a\u0219 fi urcat o mie de trepte abrupte\u2026<\/p>\n

Tu \u00ee\u021bi cau\u021bi somn \u0219i odihn\u0103 \u00eentr-un culcu\u0219
\n\u0219tiut alin\u0103tor, c\u00e2ndva\u2026
\n\u0218i eu, nici m\u0103car umbr\u0103 a lui,
\nnu te mai am\u0103gesc\u2026
\n\u0218i \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu, mai t\u00e2rziu ca o uitare,
\nRobotul telefonului meu \u00ee\u021bi va spune rece \u0219i sec:
\n\u201eNum\u0103rul format nu mai este conectat!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Tot c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-te\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tot c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-te \u00een clipa cea uitat\u0103,
\nCea rostuit\u0103 pe o treapt\u0103 neurcat\u0103
\nmi-am r\u0103t\u0103cit \u0219i g\u00e2nd \u0219i dor \u0219i sim\u021b\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i am uitat de ce te caut,
\ncine sunt\u2026<\/p>\n

Tot r\u0103t\u0103cind \u00een c\u0103utarea ta,
\nCu ziua, \u0219i cu ora,
\nminutul \u0219i secunda
\nau transformat tr\u0103irea-mi \u00een nisip
\n\u0219i sufletu-mi clepsidr\u0103 – a devenit\u2026<\/p>\n

\u0218i tot umbl\u00e2nd \u0219i \u00eencerc\u00e2nd
\ns\u0103 te g\u0103sesc,
\neu m-am rugat la Domnu-nalt Ceresc:
\n– M\u0103 iart\u0103, Doamne! D\u0103-mi uitare!
\nAm obosit s\u0103-l caut\u2026 Pasul
\nr\u0103u m\u0103 doare!…<\/p>\n

Scrabble<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-ai r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00eentre silabele cuv\u00e2ntului Iubire,
\nCa \u00eentr-un labirint absurd f\u0103r\u2019 de ie\u0219ire\u2026
\nZadarnic literele \u00eencerc s\u0103 le rea\u0219ez,
\n\u00cen\u021belesul menit nu-l mai rostuiesc\u2026<\/p>\n

Nu joac\u0103 cinstit! – \u00eemi \u0219opte\u0219te un g\u00e2nd –
\nA luat vocalele ca un ho\u021b, pe furi\u0219 plec\u00e2nd\u2026
\n\u00cemi pare r\u0103u!
\nVa pierde mereu inima ta\u2026
\nCu ho\u021bul de suflet, Scrabble, nu mai juca!<\/p>\n

Dor \u00een toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copacii-\u0219i schimb\u0103-ncet culoarea
\nZ\u0103lud\u0103, Toamna-n suflet vrea culcu\u0219\u2026
\nSe uit\u0103 vara \u00eenapoi\u2026
\n\u0218i-\u0219i \u0219terge lacrima pe-ascuns\u2026 <\/p>\n

\u0218i Dorul meu de tine se tot duce
\n\u0218i se \u00eentoarce iar\u0103\u0219i, ne-ncetat
\nCa un cocor ce r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te drumul,
\nNemai\u0219tiind spre unde a plecat\u2026<\/p>\n

Fii, te rog, Duminica mea!<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na-mi rostuiesc din tr\u0103ire de tine.
\nLuni \u00eencepe cu primul mesaj\u2026
\nBun\u0103, Dragule! S\u0103 ai zi limpede!
\nMar\u021bi vine cu r\u0103spunsul zilei de ieri\u2026
\nBun\u0103, Iubito! Tu e\u0219ti limpezimea cerului meu!…
\nMiercuri m\u0103 treze\u0219te mirosul nebun de cafea
\nLa care m\u0103 invi\u021bi,
\nLa cafeneaua
\ndintre galaxiile sufletelor noastre\u2026
\nJoi \u00eencepe cu un \u201eAlo!\u201d r\u0103gu\u0219it,
\nurmat de dou\u0103 str\u0103nuturi
\n\u00eenainte de rostire de \u201eTe iubesc!\u201d\u2026
\nVineri salt\u0103 vesel \u0219i
\nm\u0103 scoate din a\u0219ternutul de vise,
\npromi\u021b\u00e2ndu-mi un M\u00e2ine cu tine\u2026
\nS\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne doar promisiune\u2026
\ne\u0219ti plecat cu un tren ce alearg\u0103
\nprintre cuvinte\u2026
\nCaut o Duminic\u0103!
\nHei, cine are o Duminic\u0103?!
\nToate Duminicile sunt ocupate!
\nA\u0219a sun\u0103 vocea gutural\u0103
\nvenind dintr-un ner\u0103spuns.
\nVrei s\u0103 fii tu, Duminica Mea?
\nR\u0103spunsul desigur va veni Luni,
\n\u00eencep\u00e2nd o alt\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103
\ntr\u0103itoare de tine!<\/p>\n

Un pumn de visare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Suntem un pumn de visare,
\nde speran\u021b\u0103,
\nde iubire,
\nde via\u021b\u0103.
\nSuntem clipa unei clipe
\nce se vrea Eternitate.
\nSuntem f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103
\ndintr-un Univers
\nDe suflet.
\nDe iubire.
\nDe credin\u021b\u0103.
\nDe speran\u021b\u0103.
\nVe\u0219nicia, cea am\u0103gitoare, ve\u0219nicie\u2026
\nSuntem o clip\u0103,
\nO clip\u0103 din clipa
\nCe poate mai vine\u2026
\nIubire\u2026
\nCredin\u021b\u0103\u2026
\nVisare\u2026
\nO clip\u0103 din cea am\u0103gitoare
\nEternitate.
\nIube\u0219te-m\u0103 Azi\u2026
\nM\u00e2ine-i t\u00e2rziu, prea t\u00e2rziu\u2026
\nClip\u0103 din Clip\u0103
\nVoi fi\u2026<\/p>\n

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Caligrafii stelare Toate scrisorile mele pentru tine Le-am scris de m\u00e2n\u0103, cu tocul vechi, din lemn, ros la un cap\u0103t\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":8653,"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":[7,321],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8741"}],"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\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8741"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8741\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8745,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8741\/revisions\/8745"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8653"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8741"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8741"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8741"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}