{"id":8773,"date":"2020-03-23T14:38:06","date_gmt":"2020-03-23T11:38:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8773"},"modified":"2020-03-23T14:38:06","modified_gmt":"2020-03-23T11:38:06","slug":"scriitori-stefan-costache-andrei-albastra-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8773","title":{"rendered":"Scriitori de azi – \u0218tefan Costache Andrei – Ora albastr\u0103 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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dragostea ta p\u0103\u0219it-a at\u00e2t de lin peste inima mea,
\npisic\u0103 impetuoas\u0103 cu ochi c\u0103prui,
\nmereu la p\u00e2nd\u0103 \u0219i mereu frumoas\u0103.
\nmi-a zg\u00e2riat s\u00e2ngele cu oftatul ei.
\nse spune c\u0103 \u00een lume nu a fost nimeni
\nat\u00e2t de r\u0103nit \u00een vise.
\n\u00eei aud str\u0103nutul \u0219i torsul, acum!
\nm\u0103 \u00eentreb cine ar putea purta pe pleoape
\npovara unei \u00eentreb\u0103ri din veacul de acum
\ndespre plec\u0103rile cumplite din dragoste \u0219i ploi!<\/p>\n

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

Cu ochii-nl\u0103crima\u021bi de at\u00e2ta vaier
\npe buza stropului de must incandescent
\npropus m\u0103iestrei noastre existen\u021be, decenii promis\u0103
\nboabelor de pe ciorchinele \u00eenfrigurat de rou\u0103
\ncare \u0219i-a ar\u0103tat \u00een tain\u0103 seva sa s\u00e2ngelui t\u0103u
\nbolnav de \u00eentuneric \u0219i alte r\u0103t\u0103ciri rupestre.
\nAm cobor\u00e2t pu\u021bin din tine s\u0103 gust parfumul
\nde muscat \u0219i am urcat la loc \u00een mine s\u0103 storc
\ndin amintire toamna \u0219i puful de gutui
\ns\u0103 \u00eel presar pe cale sub spuza r\u0103s\u0103ritului
\ncu chip de minotaur sau de cuv\u00e2nt hain.<\/p>\n

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

am cotrob\u0103it prin oftatul t\u0103u
\n\u0219i am g\u0103sit oameni mul\u021bi.
\nunii nu aveau ochi, unii nu auzeau
\nr\u0103s\u0103ritul cum se dilua \u00een spuma m\u0103rii.
\nal\u021bii nu aveau suflet. nici m\u0103car un col\u021b!
\nal\u021bii aveau inima \u00een form\u0103 de pl\u00e2nset.
\nniciunul nu avea la piept o existen\u021b\u0103,
\no p\u0103p\u0103die, un greier care s\u0103 poat\u0103
\nsparge noaptea in cioburi \u0219i s\u0103 \u00eenchine
\nun toast \u00een s\u0103n\u0103tatea ta!<\/p>\n

\u00eentrebare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne, dac\u0103 te-ai face o g\u0103rg\u0103ri\u021b\u0103,
\nsau dac\u0103 ai fi un fir de p\u0103p\u0103die,
\nsau un c\u00e2ntec de dor \u0219i de jale,
\nnu-i a\u0219a c\u0103 ne-ai ierta, a\u0219a cum ne-ai iertat
\nc\u00e2nd \u021bi-ai \u00eentins iubirea pe cruce,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne \u00eentrebi dac\u0103 ne place apusul
\nsau florile c\u00e2nd se deschid \u00een lumin\u0103,
\nprim\u0103vara?
\niubirea Ta miroase a f\u00e2n, a Tine
\n\u0219i a c\u00e2mpie!<\/p>\n

basm<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 culcasem \u00een dragostea ta.
\n\u00ee\u021bi eram at\u00e2t de drag!
\nnici nu mai aveam loc la gazet\u0103.
\nm-au ucis virtual, suspect\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\nc\u0103 te port, cu \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nare, \u00een mine.
\nliterele clipeau cu mirare
\nca ni\u0219te stele n\u0103scute pe gene
\ndin scr\u00e2\u0219netul bocancului t\u00e2r\u00e2t
\nprin z\u0103pada \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103.
\nacolo, b\u0103tea cu dang\u0103t de \u00eentrebare,
\nca un clopot r\u0103gu\u0219it, inima ta!<\/p>\n

repro\u0219<\/strong><\/p>\n

m-ai uitat, inutil, pe o banc\u0103!
\np\u0103stram, at\u00e2t de cuminte,
\nochii t\u0103i c\u0103prui, \u00eentr-un g\u00e2nd
\nalbastru cu tent\u0103 de munte \u00eenalt.
\ncurajul de a spune c\u0103 este t\u00e2rziu
\nmi-a ofilit toate lacrimile.
\noamenii \u0219i-au f\u0103cut oameni
\ndin ele \u0219i au \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 ierte.
\nde aici, s-a n\u0103scut un mare suspin
\n\u0219i ciuturile sunt pline de stele moarte
\n\u0219i de c\u00e2ntece gri.<\/p>\n

regret<\/strong><\/p>\n

ah, iubire, s\u0103rutul t\u0103u trist
\n\u00eemi cade triumfal pe suflet!
\ngreierii au alc\u0103tuit o antologie
\na suferin\u021belor noastre.
\ncuminte, dar tare r\u0103zvr\u0103tit,
\nCharon \u00ee\u0219i spal\u0103 luntrea de lacrimi.
\ncumplit\u0103 este patima de a te striga!
\ndoar noaptea se furi\u0219eaz\u0103, tiptil,
\nca o pisic\u0103 buimac\u0103 de at\u00e2ta vis,
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 Hades, s\u0103 \u00eei fac\u0103 poft\u0103 de noi!<\/p>\n

dac\u0103?<\/strong><\/p>\n

dac\u0103 poezia se na\u0219te, mai mereu, din lacrimi,
\nde ce uit\u0103m de noi \u00een\u0219ine
\npe un c\u00e2ntec, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne pese c\u0103 luna
\nmo\u021b\u0103ie dar nu se las\u0103 tr\u0103dat\u0103
\nde luminile ora\u0219ului?<\/p>\n

regret<\/strong><\/p>\n

ah, am rupt o ramur\u0103 din g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u!
\n\u00ee\u021bi r\u0103t\u0103cisem chipul \u00eentr-un cuv\u00e2nt at\u00e2t de m\u0103iastru
\nc\u0103 nu mai \u0219tiam s\u0103-mi dezleg baierele inimii!<\/p>\n

da…<\/strong><\/p>\n

aievea toamna a roit din palme;
\ndin c\u00e2ntec nev\u0103zutele gutui s-au scuturat de iarn\u0103,
\nde dorul geamului str\u0103puns \u00een patru
\nde lemn vopsit \u00een verde,
\n\u00een m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea vreascurilor care trosneau a iarn\u0103
\ntu, patim\u0103 despletit\u0103 \u00een cuvinte
\ndin rou\u0103 \u0219i din lun\u0103 te-am rostit!
\nargintul stelelor nem\u0103ritate
\nse a\u0219terne g\u00e2ndurilor tale chez\u0103\u0219ie
\nluntrei oarbe din n\u0103scare;
\nlumina este o pedeaps\u0103 at\u00e2t de vie
\npentru n\u0103stru\u0219nicii care au pierit
\nde setea ei \u0219i de st\u0103p\u00e2nul care
\n\u00eel presar\u0103, sare \u00een bucate,
\n\u00een fiecare lacrim\u0103 c\u0103zut\u0103,
\nuliu sub form\u0103 de pl\u0103cinte coapte
\nla hum\u0103, sub un nuc.<\/p>\n

De ce?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Toat\u0103 setea mea te-a tras spre tine
\nca o pas\u0103re z\u0103lud\u0103
\ncare nu a mai avut curaj
\ns\u0103 te \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eze
\n\u00een linia adev\u0103rului desuet.
\nNumai s\u0103rutul t\u0103u s-a desf\u0103cut evantai
\n\u00een f\u00e2lf\u00e2irea mea de suflet
\nc\u00e2nd credeam c\u0103 dragostea
\n\u00eentinde aripi de liliac
\npeste lacrima ta.<\/p>\n

tu, noapte!<\/strong><\/p>\n

noapte, fat\u0103 r\u0103zg\u00e2iat\u0103!
\nnu te-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een nici un dic\u021bionar enciclopedic al venirii \u00een noi!
\nse spune c\u0103 ai obiceiul de a fugi
\nca o n\u0103luc\u0103 \u00een plasele pescarilor!
\n\u00een setcile lor cu iz de scrumbie
\nnu dau de solzii t\u0103i negri cu miros
\ninevitabil de coac\u0103ze coapte.
\ncine spunea c\u0103 e\u0219ti o fat\u0103 frumoas\u0103
\npe care poeziile se a\u0219tern
\nca o pas\u0103re moart\u0103?<\/p>\n

insomnie<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd noaptea vrea s\u0103 ia \u00een tolb\u0103 pu\u021bin din tine,
\nmerinde de drum \u00ee\u0219i croie\u0219te un cer albastru mai \u00eenchis dec\u00e2t cel din poian\u0103.
\nm\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc: dac\u0103 r\u00e2sul ar fi jum\u0103tate din inima ta,
\ns\u00e2ngele pe care \u00eel ascult zilnic, are voie s\u0103 te
\n\u00eembrace \u00een hain\u0103 de zei\u021b\u0103 mofturoas\u0103 \u0219i \u00een umbr\u0103 de tei?
\nieftin\u0103 este \u0219i cronica pe care nesperat de bine
\na scris-o domnul cu grija poeziei de ou de cristal.<\/p>\n

\u00eentrebare<\/strong><\/p>\n

mai \u021bii minte c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi desenam \u00een palme destinul?
\nera albastru \u0219i nu avea fric\u0103 de eclipsa de lun\u0103.
\npisic\u0103 tigrat\u0103 te pref\u0103ceai c\u0103 adulmeci
\numbra mea pierdut\u0103-n ciulini.
\ns-au scris at\u00e2tea poezii cu form\u0103 de cer
\nc\u0103 sunt at\u00e2t de somnoros pentru simpla uitare
\na num\u0103rului de strad\u0103 pe care \u00eencerc
\ns\u0103 \u021bi-l trec \u00een registrul de cadastru
\nla rubrica realitate p\u0103g\u00e2n\u0103.
\nm\u00e2ine, poetul m\u0103 va trage de must\u0103\u021bi
\nc\u0103 am p\u0103c\u0103lit cenzura!<\/p>\n

Amintire de la \u021bar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 de\u0219irasem, m\u0103 \u00een\u0219iram ca un ghem
\n\u00een odaia bunicii,
\n\u0219i criticul \u00eemi spunea c\u0103 este var\u0103.
\neu nu \u00eel auzeam \u0219i te \u00eentrebam
\nunde te-ai a\u0219ezat cuminte ca o pisic\u0103,
\nd\u00e2nd u\u0219or cu l\u0103bu\u021bele
\npeste cana cu lapte b\u0103tut, peste c\u00e2ntec.
\nat\u00e2ta ur\u0103 nu ar mai picura,
\nnu ar mai lega la suflet, de g\u00e2t,
\nca o fund\u0103 desuet\u0103,
\ns\u0103rutul t\u0103u,
\ns\u0103rutul t\u0103u,
\ns\u0103rutul t\u0103u…<\/p>\n

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

mereu tresar cu g\u00e2ndul c\u0103
\nnu te-ai n\u0103scut \u0219i nu am apucat,
\nm\u0103car o zi, s\u0103 te iubesc,
\n\u0219i nu m-am bucurat c\u0103 voi \u00eencepe,
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 tine, o existen\u021b\u0103 mare, mare
\nde tot.<\/p>\n

\u00eentrebare simpl\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

dac\u0103 un ho\u021b de vise cuminte,
\ns-ar strecura \u00een amintirea ta,
\nnu-i a\u0219a c\u0103 ai lua un trandafir \u00een bra\u021be,
\n\u0219i i-ai povesti c\u0103 lumina \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentunericul,
\nc\u0103 ploaia spal\u0103 p\u0103catele
\n\u0219i r\u00e2sul ne vindec\u0103 de noi \u00een\u0219ine?<\/p>\n

noroc<\/strong><\/p>\n

noroc mai mare de a fi fost tu,
\ndragoste albastr\u0103,
\n\u00een emisfera dreapt\u0103 a unui cire\u0219 absurd,
\nnici P\u0103m\u00e2ntul, \u00een zborul lui ceresc,
\nn-a cutezat s\u0103 fie.
\ns-a tot zvonit \u00een cer c\u0103 \u00eengerii
\ns-au r\u0103t\u0103cit prin gr\u00e2ne.
\nc\u00e2nd mu\u0219c din p\u00e2ine, simt cum tresare
\npe buze un f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de arip\u0103.<\/p>\n

Amintire<\/strong><\/p>\n

din tei, curge cu nesa\u021b floare de lun\u0103.
\n\u00een lanul de gr\u00e2u, am adunat
\ng\u00e2nduri moarte de foame.
\nfluturii au ar\u0103tat \u00eenaintea divanului
\nmotive de orz \u0219i secar\u0103.
\nseara mirosea a iubire din aceea
\nadolescentin\u0103 \u0219i plin\u0103 de co\u0219uri pe fa\u021b\u0103.
\n\u00eemi amintesc c\u0103 te iubeam at\u00e2t de mult…
\n\u00eemi amintesc \u021bip\u0103tul ro\u021bii de la f\u00e2nt\u00e2na
\nlui Mo\u0219 Costache, unde eram convins
\nc\u0103 ielele sunt at\u00e2t de fricoase
\n\u0219i vor l\u0103sa s\u0103 tic\u0103ie \u00een mine
\ninima ta c\u0103pruie.<\/p>\n

g\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-au trebuit 45 de ani
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 conving c\u0103 diminea\u021ba
\n\u0219i cuv\u00e2ntul
\nsunt cele mai frumoase lucruri
\ncare se pot \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u00een via\u021ba
\noric\u0103rei fiin\u021be umane.<\/p>\n

via\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n

via\u021ba! un abur prelins printre degete.
\nse face de ziu\u0103 \u0219i nu este team\u0103 mai
\nmare dec\u00e2t aceea de scr\u00e2\u0219netul tramvaielor.
\nca un crin de mod\u0103 veche,
\nluminile ora\u0219ului p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie \u00een amintire.
\nde ce ne este dor?
\n\u00eemp\u0103ra\u021bii romani stau la coad\u0103 \u0219i r\u00e2d
\ndac\u0103 pui vreo \u00eentrebare incomod\u0103
\nstaff-ului responsabil cu alegerile de
\nanotimp.
\nmerele au aceea\u0219i culoare ca \u00een visele
\n\u00een care bunica mi le a\u0219az\u0103 pe inim\u0103,
\ncu team\u0103, s\u0103 nu cumva, de emo\u021bie
\ns\u0103 cad\u0103 vreunul \u00een s\u00e2nge!<\/p>\n

repro\u0219<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu am mai fost acas\u0103 pe la
\nbunici;
\nau plecat la vecernie s\u0103 ia litie
\npentru sufletul satului.
\nau r\u0103mas \u00eenr\u0103ma\u021bi \u00een odaie,
\naidoma unor prizonieri ai unui gulag
\ndin care nu s-au mai putut \u00eentoarce
\nniciodat\u0103.
\nluntrea a r\u0103mas la locul ei, cuminte,
\na\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-l pe bietul Charon plecat
\ns\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i cumpere \u021big\u0103ri \u0219i o \u021buic\u0103
\nde la magazinul s\u0103tesc.
\na fost cea mai bun\u0103 idee s\u0103
\n\u00eemi amintesc, f\u0103r\u0103 vin\u0103,
\nc\u0103 bunicii mei au l\u0103sat lavi\u021ba curat\u0103
\ns\u0103 \u00eemi a\u0219tern sufletul pe ea
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul lumii…<\/p>\n

emo\u021bie<\/strong><\/p>\n

am auzit cum se desfac florile
\nprim\u0103vara, t\u00e2rziu!
\nde spaim\u0103,
\nm-am desprins de inima ta
\nca o pas\u0103re moart\u0103.<\/p>\n

poveste<\/strong><\/p>\n

trei buburuze erau \u00een pericol
\ns\u0103 rateze prim\u0103vara.
\nau fost salvate de o poezie scris\u0103
\npe un caiet de teme.
\ninimile lor au \u00eenceput s\u0103 bat\u0103 curajos
\ndup\u0103 ce drumul lor a liniat, cuminte,
\ncopil\u0103ria feti\u021bei mele fricoase!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

realitate crud\u0103 dragostea ta p\u0103\u0219it-a at\u00e2t de lin peste inima mea, pisic\u0103 impetuoas\u0103 cu ochi c\u0103prui, mereu la p\u00e2nd\u0103 \u0219i<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":8585,"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\/8773"}],"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=8773"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8773\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8774,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8773\/revisions\/8774"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8585"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8773"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8773"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8773"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}