{"id":16279,"date":"2013-11-14T09:53:41","date_gmt":"2013-11-14T09:53:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=16279"},"modified":"2013-11-14T09:56:22","modified_gmt":"2013-11-14T09:56:22","slug":"elisabeta-isanos-cuvintele-raman-in-aer-ca-fumurile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/11\/14\/elisabeta-isanos-cuvintele-raman-in-aer-ca-fumurile\/","title":{"rendered":"Elisabeta Isanos: “Cuvintele r\u00e3m\u00e2n \u00een aer ca fumurile”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CUVINTELE R\u00c3M\u00c2N \u00ceN AER CA FUMURILE <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n


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\nNoi am inventat acest mod de a fi,
\nnecunoscut de frunze, existent\u00e3
\ncare nu cere s\u00e3 te nasti, nu trebuie s\u00e3 respiri:
\ne destul s\u00e3 r\u00e3sari ca astrii morti, \u00een g\u00e2nd.
\nE destul s\u00e3 se aud\u00e3 despre tine. Cu nimic
\nnu poti fi v\u00e3t\u00e3mat, viu ca o bucurie posibil\u00e3,
\ncare nu va veni niciodat\u00e3, oglindire
\na cuiva nev\u00e3zut. Si f\u00e3r\u00e3 s\u00e3 fii exist\u00e3 viat\u00e3,
\n\u00een spatiul unde regele fricii n-ajunge.
\nCerbii nu se tem de cenzur\u00e3, privighetoarea nu are rege.
\nLucrurile soptesc: \u201dLa ce bun s\u00e3 scrii,
\nde vreme ce noi exist\u00e3m?\u201d
\nNu le iau \u00een seam\u00e3. Sunt \u00een mine \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u00e3ri,
\nevenimente. Ce visez cap\u00e3t\u00e3 duritate de lucru real,
\nmerg pe p\u00e3m\u00e2nt \u00eent\u00e3rit de g\u00e2nduri.
\nLucruri umile, o c\u00e2rp\u00e3 sau o coaj\u00e3 de m\u00e3r,
\nbecul arz\u00e2nd limpezit \u00een crengile ciresului,
\nmasa de lemn, un cerc tremur\u00e3tor de lumin\u00e3,
\ndorinta de a da, mai tare ca foamea. Frig:
\nc\u00e2nd vorbesti, cuvintele au trup, \u00een sf\u00e2rsit se v\u00e3d,
\nle scriu cu gura. Ast\u00e3 noapte a c\u00e3zut z\u00e3pad\u00e3:
\na nins, a scris! Ninsoare, scrisoare!
\nCuvintele r\u00e3m\u00e2n \u00een aer ca fumurile. Deschid usa,
\nm\u00e3 uit \u00een urm\u00e3 intr\u00e2nd: aburul gurii m\u00e3 urmeaz\u00e3.
\nM\u00e3 evapor cu iuteala unui alcool.
\nSi ce-i dac\u00e3 vine? N-am nevoie de prim\u00e3vara adev\u00e3rat\u00e3,
\no vreau pe aceea din amintiri,
\n\u00eentunecoas\u00e3, c\u00e2nd \u00een curti se mistuie
\nfrunzele moarte, iar r\u00e3coarea arde sub stele.
\n\u00centuneric si ceat\u00e3. \u00cen toiul unei nopti f\u00e3r\u00e3 cuvinte,
\ntoate str\u00e3zile duc spre t\u00e3cere,
\neu gr\u00e3iesc, rostesc, spun mereu,
\n\u00eempotrivindu-m\u00e3\u2026 Ar fi prea simplu s\u00e3 tac.
\nPe cer, curge o m\u00e2n\u00e3 de sare, dusul despletit
\nal duhului sf\u00e2nt: m\u00e3 umplu de cuvinte. Undeva,
\no provincie a cuvintelor scrise, departe;
\naici, toti trec linistiti prin t\u00e3cerile mele,
\nca si cum n-ar avea corpuri. Sunt c\u00e3rti putine
\npe toat\u00e3 strada, simt asta. Vremea pare
\ndefinitiv pierdut\u00e3, ca si cum nimeni n-ar fi scris niciodat\u00e3.
\nNu-mi trebuie dec\u00e2t un ciot de creion,
\no margine de ziar, s\u00e3 completez bibliotecile arse.
\nNu se poate tr\u00e3i \u00een mutenie. Poetul pluteste
\n\u00een t\u00e3cere, ca un distrug\u00e3tor pe m\u00e3ri,
\nl\u00e3s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u00e3 brazd\u00e3 de murmur latin.
\nMiscarea cuvintelor e \u00eenaintarea cresc\u00e3toare
\na frunzei, \u00eentoarcerea \u00eenceat\u00e3 a unui obraz.
\nPoezia \u00eemi r\u00e3m\u00e2ne al\u00e3turi ca un duh, oriunde
\nm-as duce, pe str\u00e3zi, \u00een infern, n-o pot rupe
\nde mine. E obositor, dar nu mai sunt singur\u00e3 pe ulite,
\no port pretutindeni, asa cum o mam\u00e3
\n\u00eesi duce copilul, c\u00e2nd n-are cu cine s\u00e3-l lase.<\/p>\n

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Elisabeta Isanos<\/p>\n

Sursa: Magda Isanos, Eusebiu Camilar, Elisabeta Isanos opera, bibliografie, date biografice<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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