{"id":8860,"date":"2020-04-08T21:35:17","date_gmt":"2020-04-08T18:35:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8860"},"modified":"2020-04-08T22:15:26","modified_gmt":"2020-04-08T19:15:26","slug":"scriitori-stefan-costache-andrei-albastra-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8860","title":{"rendered":"Scriitori de azi – \u0218tefan Costache Andrei – Ora albastr\u0103 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dac\u0103 iubesc o lume care ur\u0103\u0219te alt\u0103 lume,
\nDac\u0103 lumea care este ur\u00e2t\u0103 de alte lumi,
\nur\u0103\u0219te \u0219i ea visceral lumea care o ur\u0103\u0219te pe ea,
\ndac\u0103 ura le-ar ur\u00ee \u0219i ea pe lumile acelea
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai stea comod\u0103
\n\u00een fotoliul de \u0219ef al acestei lumi m\u0103cinate,
\nnu-i a\u0219a, de ur\u0103,
\niubirea va sta, imposibil de \u00eenduplecat,
\npe marginea unei gropi de doi metri pe doi metri.
\n\u00cen groap\u0103, inevitabil \u0219i logic, va sta,
\n\u00eenvelind iubirea mea, ura.
\nDoar ura.
\n\u0218tiu c\u0103 cite\u0219ti acest silogism.
\n\u021aine minte, eu te iubesc pentru
\nc\u0103 te las s\u0103 m\u0103 ur\u0103\u0219ti c\u00e2t vrei tu!<\/p>\n

Jurnal<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen lini\u0219tea asta,
\ndoar noaptea
\n\u00eemi umeze\u0219te ochii
\ncu frunzele de gutui
\nr\u0103mase \u00eentr-o
\nvia\u021b\u0103 anterioar\u0103,
\nm\u0103rturie pentru verdele
\ncare scoate capul
\ndin ve\u0219nicie.
\nMugure, mugure,
\niart\u0103-mi prim\u0103vara-
\npisic\u0103 furi\u0219at\u0103 la piept,
\n\u0219i vino l\u00e2ng\u0103 suflet
\ncu \u0219oapte!<\/p>\n

Cutremur<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jocul de c\u0103r\u021bi a \u00eentins peste mas\u0103
\nfoamea de luntre \u0219i punte.
\nUniunea nu era de p\u0103rere c\u0103
\npo\u021bi lua o singur\u0103 carte
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 pierzi lumea toat\u0103.
\nA dorit repetarea viselor,
\n\u0219i tolba a murit
\nde dorul s\u0103ge\u021bilor arse \u00een inimi.
\nC\u0103r\u021bile acestea bipede
\nse scriu cu miros de ora\u0219.
\nNu uita c\u0103 povestea ta a murit,
\nieri, l\u00e2ng\u0103 merele coapte in spuza,
\ncu un col\u021b de mistre\u021b
\n\u00een\u0219irat l\u00e2ng\u0103 salba de lacrimi
\ncare vreau repetarea alegerilor
\npentru comitetul de prim\u0103var\u0103
\ndesemnat de frica ta!
\nDac\u0103 se vor pr\u0103bu\u0219i toate c\u0103r\u021bile,
\nnu ai voie s\u0103 te \u00eentorci
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 necrezuta \u0219i scumpa ta copil\u0103rie!<\/p>\n

Pentru mai t\u00e2rziu<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u00e2na artistului care a parfumat lini\u0219tea
\na r\u0103mas mut\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 ape moarte
\nexisten\u021bial gr\u0103bite s\u0103 laude plasticul
\nsugrumat de litere aiurea \u0219i neghiob
\ntr\u00e2ntite peste curci plouate \u0219i iremediabil
\nr\u00e2nduite ca ni\u0219te tr\u00e2mbi\u021be care sun\u0103
\nunsprezece noaptea f\u0103r\u0103 niciun dichis,
\nluare aminte pentru biblioteca na\u021bional\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00centrebare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ai s\u0103 m\u0103 cer\u021bi, mam\u0103,
\nc\u0103 am uitat s\u0103 cred \u00een dorul pe care
\ns\u00e2ngele t\u0103u l-a scris \u00een g\u00e2ndurile
\nliliecilor care \u00eemi umpleau visele?
\nCrezi c\u0103 mai pot urca \u00een amintirile tale
\ncare \u00eemi dezmierdau frica de mine?
\nPeste g\u00e2ndurile mele
\noamenii scriu despre var\u0103!
\nDac\u0103 nu mi-a fost dor de tine,
\na c\u0103zut, vreodat\u0103, in suli\u021be,
\nluna, boal\u0103 amar\u0103?
\nLacrima mea cade,
\n\u00een lumina ta, ca o pas\u0103re rar\u0103.
\nOamenii mi-au l\u0103sat, \u00een luntre,
\nnumele lui Charon.<\/p>\n

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

Sub dang\u0103tul clopotului,
\nse ad\u0103posteau inimile noastre.
\nDou\u0103 furnici lipsite de iubire.
\nDintr-un ventricul \u00eentr-altul
\noamenii plimbau idei furate,
\ncu coada ochiului, de pe holuri!
\nPoezia se auzea pe o plac\u0103
\nzg\u00e2riat\u0103 de ambi\u021bii proste\u0219ti
\n\u0102\u0219tia vor s\u0103 ne strige pe nume,
\nnum\u0103r\u00e2nd anii aceia gri
\nadormi\u021bi pe covor, c\u00e2nd Cochon
\nd\u0103dea firimituri de p\u00e2ine
\nla groapa istoriei.<\/p>\n

P\u0103rere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am auzit luna
\nl\u0103tr\u00e2nd la c\u00e2ini care
\ntr\u0103geau cu putere
\nde visul meu.
\nEra numai ghea\u021b\u0103
\npe g\u00e2ndurile tale
\n\u0219i m\u0103 tupilam \u00een
\nc\u0103limara ta cu cerneal\u0103
\ndin aceea
\npe care nici o foarfeca
\nnu o poate decupa
\ndin p\u00e2nza cu
\nmiros de fulger
\naciuat l\u00e2ng\u0103 pletosul
\ncare num\u0103r\u0103 tropii
\nv\u00e2nz\u0103torului vesel
\nde iarn\u0103
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een m\u0103duva c\u00e2ntecului.<\/p>\n

Neglijen\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am uitat s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi spun
\nc\u0103 \u00eencepe \u0219coala!
\nPisic\u0103 plouat\u0103 ce toarce
\ndiscret \u00een poala
\nnegustorului de cogeac
\nde la \u0218coala 5:
\nEra mut \u0219i se veselea
\nc\u00e2nd copiii \u00eei spuneau
\nc\u0103 este 1 Martie.<\/p>\n

Dorin\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-am dorit s\u0103 fiu
\nun b\u0103\u021b de chibrit
\nat\u00e2t de curajos \u00eenc\u00e2t
\ns\u0103 ard tot \u00eentunericul
\ndin spaimele tale!<\/p>\n

Despre Mae\u0219tri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hain\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 hain\u0103.
\nGer f\u0103r\u0103 ger.
\nMae\u0219tri mul\u021bi
\npe metru liniar
\nde suflet.
\n\u00cei \u0219tiu pe cei cu coad\u0103.
\nEi sunt mae\u0219trii anonimi
\ncare creeaz\u0103 din butoane
\nlumea de serviciu
\npe care o doresc satrapii.
\nPuf, puf, ce obr\u0103znicie,
\nnoaptea nu va mai fi
\nniciodat\u0103 albastr\u0103!<\/p>\n

Monolog<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte,
\nc\u00e2t de neagr\u0103 e\u0219ti
\n\u00een cerul gurii!
\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 ziua
\nmai vrea s\u0103 se desprind\u0103
\nde degetele tale
\nr\u0103nite de at\u00e2tea vise
\ndin poala ta albastr\u0103!
\nNoapte,
\nc\u00e2t de alb\u0103 e\u0219ti la suflet!
\nNici o stea nu \u0219tie
\nc\u00e2t de drag\u0103 mi-e
\nlumina ta!<\/p>\n

Iubirea<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntecul acela despre gr\u0103dini,
\nmu\u0219c\u0103 \u0219i acum din amintirea ta.
\nCa \u00eentr-o cu\u0219c\u0103 de lei, m\u0103 \u00eentind,
\nfl\u0103m\u00e2nd de iubire, l\u00e2ng\u0103 ceasul
\ncu ore petrecute cu privirea \u00een tavan,
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd z\u0103pezi cu personalitate
\npustie.
\nTigroaic\u0103,
\nm\u0103 p\u00e2nde\u0219te privirea ta
\nca un tablou b\u0103tr\u00e2n.
\nAm \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 ard \u00een t\u0103cere f\u0103r\u0103
\nvin\u0103!
\nDin noapte, impardonabil,
\nse desprind ramuri negre.
\nPetalele c\u00e2ntecului acela absurd
\nse \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie \u00een poveste.
\nAm obosit s\u0103 caut dovezi c\u0103
\niubirea este un purice neast\u00e2mp\u0103rat
\ncare \u00eenoat\u0103 \u00een inima ta fericit!<\/p>\n

Dor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Luna \u00ee\u021bi sorbea s\u00e2ngele,
\nbucuroas\u0103, prin col\u021bul ochilor!
\n\u00cemi era poft\u0103 de floare de cais
\n\u0219i urcam, \u0219i visam, \u0219i pl\u00e2ngeam,
\npe marginea sufletului t\u0103u
\ns\u0103 citesc prim\u0103veri f\u0103r\u0103
\ncuv\u00e2nt \u00eenainte!
\n\u00cemi era at\u00e2t de dor de tine;
\nmirosea a l\u0103m\u00e2ie \u00een lacrim\u0103,
\nnea pedepsit\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu str\u00e2ng\u0103 la piept,
\noameni de z\u0103pad\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103
\ncertificat de na\u0219tere \u00een original.<\/p>\n

Ziua care a \u00eenghe\u021bat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aceast\u0103 zi
\na \u00eenchis iar ochii.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la un miliard
\nsufletul t\u0103u poate num\u0103ra
\nboabele de rou\u0103
\nn\u0103scute pe lini\u0219tea ta.
\nUn minut ne desparte
\nde cuv\u00e2ntul \u00eenghe\u021bat
\npe literele acelea
\ntimesnewroman.<\/p>\n

Nedumerire<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-am \u00eemboln\u0103vit,
\nat\u00e2t de mult, de tine,
\nvia\u021b\u0103, c\u0103, nu mai \u0219tiu,
\ndac\u0103 trebuie,
\ns\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b cum pot c\u0103uta
\ncopacul din care,
\noameni de bine
\n\u00eemi vor ciopli sicriul.
\n\u00cemi este de ajuns!
\nSimt cum \u021bi se face
\nfric\u0103!
\n\u00cemi amintesc de prima
\nb\u0103taie de inim\u0103,
\nde c\u00e2te ori m\u0103 tem
\nc\u0103 v\u0103d pentru ultima dat\u0103
\nluna.
\nCine a zis c\u0103 via\u021ba \u00eencepe
\ncu o mare \u0219i argintie
\nz\u0103pad\u0103?<\/p>\n

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

Latr\u0103 la lun\u0103
\nfelia de m\u0103r otr\u0103vit
\ndin povestea aceasta gri.
\nNeanderthalian,
\nCr\u0103ciunul murea
\n\u00een poala feti\u021bei cu chibrituri.
\nNici o logic\u0103,
\ndin aceste r\u00e2nduri,
\nnu mai poate salva
\ntriste\u021bea mo\u0219ului.<\/p>\n

Paznicul de Facebook<\/strong><\/p>\n

Este un fel de crocodil
\ncare \u00eenoat\u0103 \u00een suspinele noastre.
\nEste pre\u0219edintele mu\u0219telor.
\n\u0218tie c\u00e2te b\u0103t\u0103i de arip\u0103
\na avut, s\u0103rmana musc\u0103 de step\u0103,
\nla \u00eenchiderea de lun\u0103.
\n\u0218tie c\u00e2te oftaturi au desf\u0103cut
\nsufletul t\u0103u \u00een \u0219uvi\u021be de v\u00e2nt.
\n\u00ce\u021bi ascult\u0103 inima,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a \u0219ti c\u0103 ea r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te
\nc\u0103 o bab\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 basma,
\nla r\u0103scruce de g\u00e2nduri.
\nPaznicul de Facebook este un lord!
\n\u00ce\u021bi d\u0103 report, c\u00e2nd \u00eencetezi, \u0219i,
\n\u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219ti s\u0103 exi\u0219ti!<\/p>\n

Room service<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00een camera amintirilor mele,
\nfulgi de z\u0103pad\u0103!
\nCare mai de care,
\nmai umil!
\nArgintul,
\nfurat de
\nho\u021bii de vise,
\na fost ascuns bine,
\nsub pretextul
\nunui ultim muc de \u021bigar\u0103.
\nPoezia a plecat
\nla Uniunea Scriitorilor.<\/p>\n

P\u0103rere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lumea se termin\u0103,
\nabisal \u0219i concret,
\n\u00eenaintea unui tren
\nde mare vitez\u0103.
\nFluturii r\u0103m\u00e2n, inevitabil,
\nprofesorii acestei aventuri.<\/p>\n

Depresie care nu doare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Depresia este acea dorin\u021b\u0103
\nde a fi fluture \u0219i de a-\u021bi \u00eentinde aripile,
\nfrumos colorate, la soare,
\ndup\u0103 ce ai trecut prin lumea viespilor
\ngalbene \u0219i rele,
\nprintre p\u00e2nzele p\u0103ianjenilor cu cruce,
\nprin casa vr\u0103jitoarei care a vrut
\ns\u0103 \u00eei m\u0103n\u00e2nce pe H\u00e4nsel \u0219i pe Gretel,
\n\u0219i, printre g\u00e2ndurile oamenilor.
\nUnii ar vrea s\u0103 fii coco\u0219atul care
\nscrie poezii plictisitoare \u0219i seci.
\nAl\u021bii ar vrea s\u0103 te lepezi
\nde tot ce ai scris la o can\u0103 cu vin.
\nIar, cei din urm\u0103 ar vrea s\u0103 nu mai
\nfii fluture.
\nVor s\u0103 te lepezi de lumea asta
\nca de o hain\u0103 moart\u0103.<\/p>\n

Amintire de toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi amintesc seara aceea!
\nLuna mergea pe ap\u0103 \u0219i mirosea
\na gutuie.
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 \u0219emineu, \u00eenv\u0103\u021bam am\u00e2ndoi
\ns\u0103 scriem cu sufletele pe ziduri.
\nPanica pusese st\u0103p\u00e2nire peste
\nfrunze \u0219i cret\u0103!
\nAm tras ploaia peste vise ca o
\nplapum\u0103 grea.
\nPe dealuri, \u00eenvelite \u00een fum,
\nfocuri de aram\u0103 anun\u021bau c\u0103
\ntrebuie s\u0103 \u00eemi umplu inima cu
\nmulte crengi, s\u0103 fac focul, \u0219i,
\ns\u0103 cresc, \u00een memoria ta,
\nca o dragoste mare.<\/p>\n

Toamn\u0103 de poveste<\/strong><\/p>\n

Turt\u0103 dulce, luna asta!
\nMu\u0219ca\u0219i din ea,
\nca din dulciurile vr\u0103jitoarei
\nangajate, de Fra\u021bii Grimm,
\ns\u0103 spele con\u0219tiin\u021be
\n\u00een nucile seci
\ndin toamna asta
\nvie!
\nSufletul meu cade, pe alei,
\numil,
\nfrunz\u0103 cu frunz\u0103.
\nLuna asta, care cere
\ndrepturi de autor,
\nc\u00e2nd pana mea cade,
\npeste somn,
\nca o pas\u0103re alb\u0103!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Silogismul triste\u021bii Dac\u0103 iubesc o lume care ur\u0103\u0219te alt\u0103 lume, Dac\u0103 lumea care este ur\u00e2t\u0103 de alte lumi, ur\u0103\u0219te \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\/8860"}],"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=8860"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8863,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8860\/revisions\/8863"}],"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=8860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}