{"id":10770,"date":"2024-06-02T06:55:44","date_gmt":"2024-06-02T06:55:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/?p=10770"},"modified":"2024-06-02T14:13:23","modified_gmt":"2024-06-02T14:13:23","slug":"poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/2024\/06\/02\/poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"POEME. 1"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong><em>\u00cen prim\u0103var\u0103 <\/em><\/strong>\n\n\u021a\u0103ranca pleac\u0103,\ndornic\u0103 s\u0103 revad\u0103 c\u00e2mpurile.\nCa o zv\u00e2rlug\u0103 trece pe drum\n\u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103. \nStraiul ei \u00ee\u0219i va scutura \nfigurinele din cus\u0103tur\u0103.\n\nI se va lua urma \u021b\u0103r\u0103ncii,\ndup\u0103 bobocii \u00een floare,\nr\u0103s\u0103ri\u021bi din stamba pl\u0103cut mirositoare.\nCeea ce \u0219i face b\u0103rbatul \ncu p\u0103l\u0103rie neagr\u0103,\nr\u0103sucindu-\u0219i musta\u021ba \n\u00een oglinda ne\u0219tears\u0103 -\nel a \u00eent\u00e2rziat prin gospod\u0103rie,\nd\u00e2nd animalelor f\u00e2na\u021buri\n\u0219i ap\u0103. \n\nOgorul nu este departe de casa lor...\nCu sapa \u00een spate,\n\u00eei vei vedea urc\u00e2nd colina,\ncu un suflet u\u0219or,\nca fulgul de adineauri.\n\nO, pierit-a melancolia\ndin glasul p\u0103s\u0103rilor! \n\n\n<strong><em>(DUP\u0102 OVIDIU)<\/em><\/strong>\nC\u00e2mpurile \u0219i pl\u0103cerea de a le cultiva \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103 inimile. \nPorunce\u0219te ca taurii \u00eembl\u00e2nzi\u021bi s\u0103 supun\u0103 g\u00e2turile jugului,\nca plugul s\u0103 r\u0103neasc\u0103 ad\u00e2nc ogorul dur.\nAcoper\u0103 cu p\u0103m\u00e2nt semin\u021bele cerealelor: \nacestea \u021barina \u021bi le \u00eenapoiaz\u0103 cu mult\u0103 dob\u00e2nd\u0103. \nPrive\u0219te ramurile pomilor, \u00eendoite de greutate;\npomul poart\u0103, cu dificultate, povara care a rodit. \nPrive\u0219te r\u00e2urile care dispar, \u00eentr-un murmur pl\u0103cut;\nPrive\u0219te oile p\u0103sc\u00e2nd o iarb\u0103 fertil\u0103. \nIat\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103pri\u021bele: ele atac\u0103 peretele din r\u00e2pa st\u00e2ncoas\u0103 \n\u0219i bolovanii porni\u021bi;\ndeja se vor \u00eentoarce (c\u0103pri\u021bele, n.m.), cu ugerele pline, la iezii lor.\nP\u0103storul intoneaz\u0103 c\u00e2ntece dintr-un flaut neregulat (nai, n.m.)\n\u0219i nu lipsesc c\u00e2inii \u00eenso\u021bitori, o gloat\u0103 zeloas\u0103. \n\u00centr-o parte, alte \u00eenalte p\u0103duri r\u0103sun\u0103 de tunete\n\u0219i bivoli\u021ba se t\u00e2nguie\u0219te c\u0103 lipse\u0219te vi\u021belul ei.\n\n\n\n\n<strong>\u00ceNTOARCEREA LUI ADAM \u00ceN PARADIS<\/strong>\n\nAdam a revenit \u00een paradis, \ncontempl\u00e2nd, \ncu ochii sufletului, \narborii \u00eenflori\u021bi. \nA ie\u0219it din timp, \nca duhul, din lampa lui Aladin, \n\u00eens\u0103 nu mai putea, \nnici pentru sine,\na-\u0219i apropia ceva. \n\nDin alaiul reflexelor, \ndob\u00e2ndite \u00een via\u021b\u0103,\nlui Adam nu-i mai r\u0103m\u0103sese \ndec\u00e2t acela de a m\u00e2nca, \ndar nu mai avea, \n\u00een conturul trupului, \ndec\u00e2t abur \n(at\u00e2t, din fosta-i constitu\u021bie de lut, \nun duh!) \n\u0219i de unde puterea de a mai apleca,\nasupra lui, \nramul? \nDar el tot \u00eencerca. \nDac\u0103 nu-l trezea \n(la realitatea paradisului)\nhohotul de lumin\u0103,\nal \u00eengerilor, \ncare, sub aripi, PUFNEAU, \nl-am fi auzit \u0219i ast\u0103zi\npe Adam s\u0103rind, aiurea, prin rai,\npentru a lua, din pom, \nfructul f\u0103r\u0103 viermi \u0219i extrem de curat, \nca neaua din ochii fecioarelor. \n\n\n<strong>PSALM<\/strong>\n\n\u00cenzorzonat de lac\u0103te \u0219i chei, ai mai umblat prin zare, ca F\u0103t-Frumos... \nC\u00e2nd Te g\u00e2ndeai la ce sim\u021bi despre lume, \n\u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-\u021ai privirea spre Tine \u00eensu\u021bi, \nspre miezul de energie care te \u021bine viu \u00een secole, de la Facere \u00eencoace, \nam mers la vr\u0103jitoare, pentru a desc\u00e2nta acele chei s\u0103-ti cad\u0103 \u00een nisipul fierbinte al de\u0219ertului prin care te mai odihne\u0219ti, ca un beduin, leg\u00e2nd c\u0103mila de r\u0103coarea oazei (c\u00e2ndva, pe acolo, \u0219i fiul T\u0103u a r\u0103spuns tuturor ispitelor\ncu for\u021ba \u0219oaptei). \n\nDe-ar fi reu\u0219it desc\u00e2ntecul, \nai fi r\u0103mas deschis \u00eencerc\u0103rilor mele de a Te cunoa\u0219te pe Tine, \ncel care pe Adam l-ai pl\u0103m\u0103dit, cu palma adun\u00e2nd pulberea plimbat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt.  \n\n\u00cens\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne setea de toate pe care nu le v\u0103d \u0219i a\u0219 vrea, \ncare luce\u0219te in fiin\u021b\u0103 mai puternic dec\u00e2t soarele \npe care ni l-ai dat pe bolt\u0103 drept reper de foc f\u0103r\u0103 z\u0103bav\u0103 \n\u0219i de inim\u0103 vie care nu seac\u0103 niciodat\u0103 - aceasta m\u0103 mistuie... \n\n\n\n<strong><em>PREG\u0102TIRE...<\/em><\/strong>\n\n\nAranj\u00e2ndu-\u0219i p\u0103l\u0103ria pe cap, \n\u021b\u0103ranul se duce spre cal: \n\u00eei pune hamul, \ns\u0103 ias\u0103 la c\u00e2mp,\npentru sem\u0103nat...\nParfumul boabelor de porumb \niese din s\u0103cui, \nprecum cobra, din co\u0219ul dresorului. \n\nFemeia nu-\u0219i g\u0103se\u0219te opincile prin cas\u0103. \n-Uite-le aici, sub pom! \u00eei strig\u0103 el \ncu of de sup\u0103rare, \ndar \u0219i de \u0219ag\u0103, \ntotodat\u0103. \n-Cum ajung s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eencal\u021b? \n-Parcurgi anii copil\u0103riei \ndin nou, \ns\u0103 \u00eenve\u021bi s\u0103 faci nodurile... Pe s\u00e2rm\u0103!\nCine mai este ca tine! O acrobat\u0103 \nam \u0219i eu \u00een b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103. \n-Dar \u00een spate nu m\u0103 sui? \n(nu se las\u0103 de \u00eentrebat femeia din prisp\u0103). \n\nAscult\u0103tor, \nde\u0219i \u021ban\u021bo\u0219, \n\u021b\u0103ranul \u00ee\u0219i ia \u00een spinare consoarta\n\u0219i o duce la opinci, \nprecum valul ajunge la mal, \nalunec\u00e2nd pe spinarea pe\u0219tilor. \n\n-V\u0103leu! se de\u0219teapt\u0103 ea, \nabia la destina\u021bie. \nDar, om ce e\u0219ti, \nnu puteai s\u0103 mi le aduci la scar\u0103? \n\u021ai-ai omor\u00e2t spinarea... \n-Cu o povar\u0103! \nCalul d\u0103 si el din cap, a aprobare, \ndar \u00een\u021belesese mesajul invers, \nc\u0103 el, b\u0103rbatul, ar fi prea greu.\n-La c\u00e2mp, \u00eemi vei repro\u0219a, toat\u0103 ziua,\nc\u0103 e\u0219ti obosit din culpa mea (adaug\u0103 femeia, \npref\u0103c\u00e2ndu-se a fi rea). \n-M-oi descurca\n\u0219i de data aceasta,  \nsingur - conchide \u021b\u0103ranul cu vocea-i masculin\u0103\n\u0219i o d\u0103 jos din c\u00e2rc\u0103. \n\nFemeia r\u0103mase acas\u0103 la somn -\n\u00eei va duce, mai t\u00e2rziu, \nulciorul de ap\u0103. \nR\u0103mase la somn?\nS-o cread\u0103 ea! \nB\u0103rbatul o smulge din reveria lenei \nca pe floare \u0219i o a\u0219az\u0103 \u00een c\u0103ru\u021b\u0103,\npe b\u0103ncu\u021b\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 sine \n\u0219i-i d\u0103 bice bidiviului pur-s\u00e2nge. \n \n\n\n<strong>DUP\u0102 SFAD\u0102...<\/strong>\n\nGr\u0103dinile suiser\u0103 \u00een floare,\n\u00een zadar, le-ai fi c\u0103utat \u00een preajm\u0103, \nnumai gardul r\u0103m\u0103sese la drum, \nca semn al sprijinitului meu de uluci, \npe c\u00e2nd, vr\u0103jit de amor, \nte a\u0219teptam \u0219i nimic nu-mi mai trebuia. \n\nNe lu\u0103m de m\u00e2ini, \u00eens\u0103, acum\n\u0219i travers\u0103m strada fericirii, \ncare s-a \u00eentins \u00een sufletele noastre, \ncu popas de \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103, pe o banc\u0103, \nsub coast\u0103.\n\nCe lini\u0219te descoperim \u00een propriul nostru sine! \nFirului de iarb\u0103, \ndac\u0103 se ivea, \nl-am fi auzit at\u00e2t de bine!\n\n\u00cen crengi, se preocup\u0103 s\u0103 c\u00e2nte un cuc,\npe care-l r\u0103spl\u0103tesc, \u00een mod generos, \ncu versuri, elaborate \u00een aceast\u0103 amiaz\u0103 de gal\u0103. \n\n\n\n<strong>DIOGENE: \u00ceNT\u00c2LNIREA CU ALEXANDRU CEL MARE<\/strong>\n\nIntrarea \u00een alt an dovede\u0219te nimicnicia noastr\u0103, \nde a nu putea \u00eenfr\u00e2na timpul, care tot vine peste noi \n\u0219i ne \u00eempinge \u00een moarte, cu fiecare zi a lui, pornit\u0103 ca sol \u00een lume. \n\nDe ast\u0103zi, o iau de la cap\u0103t... \nRestr\u00e2ns \u00een butoi, ca viermele de m\u0103tase \u00een cocon, \n\u00eemi voi arunca ochii asupra ora\u0219ului, \npentru a z\u0103ri m\u0103car un singur cet\u0103\u021bean, \ndornic de a-\u0219i spori fericirea \u00een austeritate, \ndar, sunt convins, m\u0103 voi obosi degeaba \u00een c\u0103utare. \nMai alalt\u0103ieri, \na trecut pe la mine Alexandru cel Mare: t\u00e2n\u0103r, ambi\u021bios, \ncu mintea ascu\u021bit\u0103, nu are dec\u00e2t o idee, \nasem\u0103n\u0103toare cu a mea \u2013 el s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la marginea lumii \n\u0219i de acolo, suit pe st\u00e2nc\u0103, s\u0103 se uite \u00een jos, la volbura temporal\u0103, \neu, de sub vestm\u00e2ntul meu, \ns\u0103 uit de ceea ce-mi pofte\u0219te trupul, \npentru o \u00een\u0103l\u021bare spiritual\u0103, \np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een preajma vulturilor, \nde la care am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat apuc\u0103tura de a reflecta mult \n\u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc pu\u021bin. \n\nA\u0219 vrea s\u0103 fiu un cet\u0103\u021bean al v\u0103zduhului, \nfiindc\u0103 de mersul prin pulbere m-am s\u0103turat \n\u0219i m\u0103 simt \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit, \nca Adam \u00een ceasul mor\u021bii \u2013 obosit s\u0103 traverseze p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, \nsper\u00e2nd, mereu, s\u0103 dea peste Rai, \nla a c\u0103rui poart\u0103 s\u0103 bat\u0103 cu disperare, \npentru a s\u0103di m\u0103rul din care a m\u00e2ncat, \ndar nu a \u00een\u021beles \u2013 \u0219i nu-mi dau seama unde i-a fost mintea \u2013 \nc\u0103 el a pr\u0103sit oameni\u2026 \n\n\n\n<strong>\u00ceN SATUL DE PESCARI<\/strong>\n\nGrecia, senin\u0103 ca un vis,\nsat \u0219i ora\u0219, f\u0103r\u0103 hotar precis.\n\u00centr-un sat de pescari,\nlocuitorii, \u00een costume na\u021bionale, ca-n filmele vechi.\n\nAm cobor\u00e2t \u00eentr-o pagin\u0103 de Kazantzakis,\ncasele v\u0103ruite-n alb, cu etaje m\u0103runte,\nplase de pescari \u0219i unelte de lemn,\nz\u0103rindu-se te miri unde, ca \u00eentr-un tablou str\u0103vechi.\n\n\u00cen centrul satului, soarele \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cuse culcu\u0219,\nca un urs insa\u021biabil de razele zilei.\nPe o banc\u0103, sub smochin, greci b\u0103tr\u00e2ni,\ncu p\u0103l\u0103rii, vorbeau \u00een \u0219oapte pierdute.\n\nPe drum, o bunic\u0103 turtit\u0103 de basmale negre,\nlegate str\u00e2ns sub b\u0103rbie, timp suspendat,\nimposibil s\u0103 crezi c\u0103, vreodat\u0103,\na avut \u0219i ea o v\u00e2rst\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103.\n\nAusteritatea \u00eenv\u0103luia totul,\nclaustrofobia b\u00e2ntuia fiecare col\u021b,\nun sat liliputan, ca \u00eentr-un film uitat,\ndimensiuni mic\u0219orate, o lume ce intrase la ap\u0103.\n\nAm fugit din centrul str\u00e2mt, spre dealuri,\n\u00eentr-o curte de institu\u021bie.\nMa\u0219ina oprit\u0103, l\u0103rgimea redob\u00e2ndit\u0103,\n\u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, ceva recognoscibil:\nvacan\u021ba \u00eencuind u\u0219ile \u0219colii. \n\n\n<strong>INSOMNII<\/strong>\n\nTrezire la ore ciudate, telefonul ca un judec\u0103tor implacabil,\n4,30 \u0219i sim\u021buri \u00een dezacord, oboseal\u0103 \u0219i nelini\u0219te,\nTelevizorul devine tovar\u0103\u0219 de insomnie,\nDramaturgie nocturn\u0103, \u00een speran\u021ba unui somn fugar.\n\nRutina adoptat\u0103 \u00een zilele mai lene\u0219e,\nOchi \u00eenchi\u0219i, cosmosul palpit\u00e2nd \u00een surdin\u0103,\nLiber s\u0103 pluteasc\u0103 \u00een vremea etern\u0103,\nF\u0103r\u0103 a l\u0103sa urme \u00een tumultul vital.\n\nDu\u0219ul devine ritual de trezire,\nG\u00e2nduri despre greutatea b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bii,\nSub apa cald\u0103, reflec\u021bii inopinate,\n\u00cen euforia \u00eemprosp\u0103t\u0103rii sub para de metal.\n\nTotu\u0219i, \u00eentreb\u0103rile despre b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be persist\u0103,\nFredonez \u00eencet o melodie, \nf\u0103r\u0103 tracul pe care-l am, \ndac\u0103 ar fi s\u0103-l c\u00e2nt \u00een fa\u021ba oricui, \nchiar a unui manechin ne\u00eensufle\u021bit, \nc\u00e2nd m-a\u0219 bloca!\n\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00cen prim\u0103var\u0103 \u021a\u0103ranca pleac\u0103, dornic\u0103 s\u0103 revad\u0103 c\u00e2mpurile. Ca o zv\u00e2rlug\u0103 trece pe drum \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103. Straiul ei \u00ee\u0219i va scutura figurinele din cus\u0103tur\u0103. I se va lua urma \u021b\u0103r\u0103ncii, dup\u0103 bobocii \u00een floare, r\u0103s\u0103ri\u021bi din stamba pl\u0103cut mirositoare. Ceea ce \u0219i face b\u0103rbatul cu p\u0103l\u0103rie neagr\u0103, r\u0103sucindu-\u0219i musta\u021ba \u00een oglinda ne\u0219tears\u0103 &#8211; el a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/2024\/06\/02\/poeme\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continu\u0103 lectura <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">POEME. 1<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10770","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10770","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10770"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10770\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10775,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10770\/revisions\/10775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10770"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10770"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.revistaderecenzii.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10770"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}