{"id":9305,"date":"2020-06-17T10:24:56","date_gmt":"2020-06-17T07:24:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9305"},"modified":"2020-06-17T10:29:33","modified_gmt":"2020-06-17T07:29:33","slug":"nostri-vasile-ghinea-lacrima-ochiul-singuratatii-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9305","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Vasile Ghinea – Lacrima din ochiul singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Mi-am \u00eenchis g\u00e2ndurile
\n\u00eentr-o lehamite imens\u0103.
\nPicioarele s-au tocit,
\ncuvintele s-au co\u015fcovit
\niar eu dialoghez
\ncu gugu\u015ftiucii din cimitir.
\n………………………
\nMi-e dor de metafora
\nunei zile de var\u0103
\nvr\u0103jit\u0103 de copil\u0103ria p\u0103durii.<\/p>\n

D\u00c9SIR ARDENT<\/p>\n

J\u2019ai renferm\u00e9 mes pens\u00e9es
\ndans un d\u00e9go\u00fbt immense.
\nLes pieds sont ab\u00eem\u00e9s,
\nles mots sont \u00e9pluch\u00e9s
\net moi, je cause
\navec les pigeons du cimeti\u00e8re.
\n…………………………
\nElle me manque la m\u00e9taphore
\nd\u2019une journ\u00e9e d\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9
\nensorcel\u00e9e par l\u2019enfance de la for\u00eat.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

LA CE?<\/p>\n

Iart\u0103, Doamne
\nnaivitatea mea.
\nCuvintele r\u00e2d
\n\u00een perla din\u0163ilor
\naruncate \u00een neant.
\nDiligen\u0163a alearg\u0103
\npe drumuri europene
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd cer\u015fetorul
\nla col\u0163 s\u0103 viseze.<\/p>\n

\u00c0 QUOI ?<\/p>\n

Pardonne, Seigneur
\nma na\u00efvet\u00e9.
\nLes paroles rient
\ndans la perle des dents,
\ncomme jet\u00e9es dans le n\u00e9ant.
\nLa diligence roule
\nsur des routes europ\u00e9ennes
\net laisse le mendiant
\nr\u00eaver au coin de la rue.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

ZEFIR<\/p>\n

Mi-am mutat domiciliul
\nde la activ la pasiv,
\nla col\u0163ul str\u0103zii
\nnu m\u0103 mai a\u015fteapt\u0103 nimeni,
\nflorile sunt doar culoare,
\nun cuc n\u0103uc tu\u015fe\u015fte amintiri,
\nse-nal\u0163\u0103 iarba dincolo de coas\u0103,
\nun tei mai b\u00e2z\u00e2ie un g\u00e2nd\u2026
\n\u015fi peste tot uitarea,
\no cruce la margine de g\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Z\u00c9PHYR<\/p>\n

J\u2019ai chang\u00e9 de domicile
\nde l\u2019actif au passif,
\nau coin de la rue,
\npersonne ne m\u2019attend plus,
\ndes fleurs n\u2019en restent que les couleurs,
\nun coucou ahuri tousse des souvenirs,
\nl\u2019herbe s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8ve au-del\u00e0 de la faux
\nun dernier tilleul fait ma pens\u00e9e bourdonner
\net sur tout cela l\u2019oubli comme
\nune croix au bout de mon esprit.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

\u00c0 LA LETTRE<\/p>\n

A venit criticul
\ns\u0103-mi dea peste liter\u0103.
\nMaestre…
\nLiteratura nu este
\nspital de urgen\u0163\u0103!<\/p>\n

\u00c0 LA LETTRE<\/p>\n

Le critique est venu
\nme frapper la lettre.
\nMa\u00eetre…
\nLa litt\u00e9rature n\u2019est pas
\nun h\u00f4pital d\u2019urgence.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

COCON<\/p>\n

M-am ascuns \u00een cuvinte
\nprintre metafore nenuntite
\npentru visul
\ndin metamorfoza plec\u0103rii,
\nfluture de noapte
\npentru m\u0103tasea altui veac. <\/p>\n

COCON<\/p>\n

Je me suis cach\u00e9 dans les mots,
\nparmi des m\u00e9taphores vierges,
\npour le r\u00eave
\nde la m\u00e9tamorphose du d\u00e9part,
\ntel un papillon nocturne
\npour la soie d\u2019un autre si\u00e8cle.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

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\u015eI… NIMIC
\nNe sub\u0163iam prin ploaie de m\u00e2n\u0103 alerg\u00e2nd,
\noameni de z\u0103pad\u0103 alergam
\nprin neaua ce \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.
\nNe topea parfumul florilor de tei,
\n\u00een zborul cioc\u00e2rliei ne risipeam pe dealuri,
\n\u00een simfonia toamnei cromatici
\n\u015fi \u00een azurul chem\u0103rii,
\nca \u00eentr-un vis ne \u00eemplinim zborul
\nsensului unic.<\/p>\n

ET… RIEN
\nNous r\u00e9tr\u00e9cissions
\nsous la pluie en courant,
\nen nous tenant par la main,
\ndes bonhommes de neige
\ndans la neige qui embrassait la terre.
\nNous fondions sous le parfum des fleurs de tilleul,
\nau vol de l\u2019alouette, nous nous perdions sur les collines,
\ndans la symphonie chromatique de l\u2019automne,
\n\u00e0 l\u2019azur de l\u2019appel,
\ncomme dans un r\u00eave, nous accomplissons
\nle vol de sens unique.<\/p>\n

* * * <\/p>\n

OGLIND\u0102<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i bat \u00een geam cu degete de lun\u0103
\n\u015fi-\u0163i m\u00e2ng\u00e2i metaforele
\ncear\u015fafului din somn.
\nE cald, e var\u0103,
\nce s-ar p\u0103rea infinit\u0103,
\ndar diminea\u0163a, oglinda
\nne anun\u0163\u0103 riduri.<\/p>\n

MIROIR<\/p>\n

Je frappe \u00e0 ta fen\u00eatre avec des doigts de lune
\net je caresse les m\u00e9taphores de tes draps dormants.
\nIl fait chaud, c\u2019est l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9,
\net il semblerait infinie,
\nmais le matin, le miroir
\nnous r\u00e9v\u00e8le des rides.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

SOLILOC<\/p>\n

Mi-am uitat \u00een oglind\u0103
\numbra
\n\u015fi de atunci
\nne potrivim la \u00eent\u00e2lnire
\nlacrima
\ndin ochiul singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

SOLILOQUE<\/p>\n

J\u2019ai oubli\u00e9 dans le miroir
\nmon ombre
\net d\u00e8s lors
\non s\u2019accorde dans nos rencontres
\nla larme \u00e0 l \u2019\u0153il de la solitude.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

PE ACELA\u015eI CEAS<\/p>\n

St\u0103m pe acela\u015fi ceas
\nla ore diferite
\n\u015fi printre noi
\nprim\u0103vara zboar\u0103
\n(nu conteaz\u0103 sensul),
\nideile r\u0103m\u00e2n sterpe
\n\u015fi cuvintele mor nerostite.
\nPentru noi
\nfunigeii sunt plictis
\n\u015fi dragostea o not\u0103 fals\u0103.
\nPe acela\u015fi ceas la ore diferite
\nbuzunarele dor t\u0103lpile picioarelor,
\nsufletele r\u0103m\u00e2n goale,
\ndeparte de Euterpe
\n\u015fi mai aproape de Bachus.<\/p>\n

SUR LA M\u00caME MONTRE<\/p>\n

Nous restons sur la m\u00eame montre
\n\u00e0 des heures diff\u00e9rentes
\net parmi nous
\nle printemps s\u2019envole
\n(peu importe le sens),
\nles id\u00e9es demeurent st\u00e9riles
\net les mots se meurent non-dits.
\nPour nous
\nla gaze c\u2019est de l\u2019ennui
\net l\u2019amour une fausse note.
\nSur la m\u00eame montre, \u00e0 des heures diff\u00e9rentes
\nles poches font mal aux plantes de nos pieds,
\nles \u00e2mes sont vides,
\nloin d\u2019Euterpe
\net plus pr\u00e8s de Bacchus.<\/p>\n

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DE DOR Mi-am \u00eenchis g\u00e2ndurile \u00eentr-o lehamite imens\u0103. Picioarele s-au tocit, cuvintele s-au co\u015fcovit iar eu dialoghez cu gugu\u015ftiucii din<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":6760,"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":[7,320],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9305"}],"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=9305"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9305\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9316,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9305\/revisions\/9316"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6760"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9305"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9305"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9305"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}