{"id":46233,"date":"2019-11-28T13:08:20","date_gmt":"2019-11-28T13:08:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=46233"},"modified":"2019-12-01T22:55:43","modified_gmt":"2019-12-01T22:55:43","slug":"marta-polixenia-matei-bescuca-acoladele-n-mojar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/11\/28\/marta-polixenia-matei-bescuca-acoladele-n-mojar\/","title":{"rendered":"Marta-Polixenia MATEI (BE\u0218CUC\u0102): Acoladele-n mojar"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201eTI-MI-\u0218OA-RA!\u2026 TI-MI-\u0218OA-RA!!\u2026 TI-MI-\u0218OA-RA!!!\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Se scanda \u00een pia\u021b\u0103, se scanda pe str\u0103zi, televizorul aduc\u00e2nd vuietul \u00een auz\u2026 s\u00e2ngele d\u0103dea \u00een clocot, eram copil pe atunci, aveam ceva mai mult de 12 ani, dar percepeam acel \u201eacolo se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 ceva\u201d \u00eentr-un anume fel. Strada n\u0103v\u0103lea peste sim\u021burile mele \u0219i, de\u0219i la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t de \u021bar\u0103, Timi\u0219oara \u00eemi zguduia toat\u0103 fiin\u021ba.<\/p>\n

ACOLO, sc\u00e2nteia a incendiat p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i firul de praf \u0219i de ACOLO, \u021b\u0103rii i-au crescut \u0219i aripi \u0219i picioare \u0219i \u021aARA a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se mi\u0219te, iar v\u00e2lv\u0103taia s-a ridicat odat\u0103 cu ea. \u00cei sim\u021beam mirosul, \u00eei vedeam lic\u0103ririle, \u00eei adulmecam dogoarea fierbinte la sute de kilometri distan\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u201eTIMI\u0218OARA \u2013 Acolade peste timp\u201d <\/em>are darul de a te transpune \u00een momentul 0<\/em>, amintirea se \u00eentoarce la fel de vie ca \u0219i atunci, apele anilor nu i-au putut sp\u0103la memoria, cum nici mie \u0219i nici acelora care \u00eenc\u0103 respir\u0103 umbra evenimentelor din preajma Revolu\u021biei din \u201989. Phoenix \u00een Decembre, <\/em>spune acum Poetul, la aproape 30 de ani distan\u021b\u0103. Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 altcineva a mai \u00eencercat s\u0103 o fac\u0103, dar a f\u0103cut-o Marin Be\u0219cuc\u0103, fix\u00e2nd acul balan\u021bei \u00eentre ATUNCI \u0219i ACUM, versul at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd \u00een ambele talere, \u00een egal\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103. \u00centregul volum, poem dup\u0103 poem, amiroase a istorie \u0219i a patrie. Puntea care une\u0219te cele dou\u0103 maluri de ani, 1989 \u0219i 2019, are 30 de unit\u0103\u021bi de lungime \u0219i, oriunde ar c\u0103lca talpa min\u021bii \u00een lectur\u0103, se aud gemete sub pa\u0219i, ba chiar reu\u0219e\u0219ti s\u0103 vezi \u201e<\/em>cum se sp\u0103la de s\u00e2nge\/ podul de peste Bega\u2026\u201d <\/em>sau cum \u201e<\/em>boema mor\u021bii adormise\u201d. <\/em>\u0218i-ncepe fiorul s\u0103 \u021bi se plimbe pe \u0219ira spin\u0103rii, rece, exact ca \u00een momentele acelea.<\/p>\n

Dar \u201e<\/em>dac\u0103 Bega ar \u00eencepe s\u0103 strige REFERENDUM\/ pentru Punctul 8?\u201d.<\/em> Un \u0219uierat d\u0103duse deja startul, era \u201e<\/em>Glon\u021bul de trezise zorii\u201d, <\/em>studen\u021bii au \u00eemp\u00e2nzit STRADA, din asfalt se aud p\u00e2n\u0103 azi \u201e<\/em>strig\u0103tele lor<\/em> care s-au p\u0103strat \u00een fil\u0103 de timp\u201d. <\/em>\u0218uvoiul de trupuri \u0219i-al\u0103turase altele, \u00eentru accea\u0219i sim\u021bire, profesorii, care \u0219i-au asumat \u0219i ei acela\u0219i glas, apoi muncitorii\u2026 \u00eenmugurise v\u0103paia de curaj \u201e\u0219i dac\u0103 cerul nop\u021bii sem\u0103nase mor\u021bi!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

TIMI\u0218OARA e locul \u00een care a \u00eenceput totul, acolo, \u201e<\/em>stele\/ s-au oglindit \u00een s\u00e2nge\u201d, <\/em>iar s\u00e2ngelui acela \u00eenc\u0103 i se cuvine dreptate. Uitarea \u00eens\u0103 se a\u0219terne cenu\u0219ie, \u00eencet-\u00eencet, pe caldar\u00e2mul anilor, iar Poetul nu tace, re\u00eenvie spiritul de atunci, \u201ede-aia\u201d \u2013 <\/em>o spune chiar el \u2013 \u201evenind \u00een acolade,\/ trag din timp anii cu zecile\u201d, <\/em>iar \u201ec\u00e2nd se pun lan\u021buri la libertate,\/ lini\u0219te nu e nici \u00een afund de ape\u2026\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

Citind, ochiul se ad\u00e2nce\u0219te \u00een \u201ePUHOIUL\u201d<\/em> acela care \u201ecurgea f\u0103r\u0103 chemare\u201d<\/em> \u0219i alipea suflet l\u00e2ng\u0103 suflet, versul \u201ea tras timpul mai la noi\u201d<\/em>, lacrima umple ochiul de sare, vocea unui tat\u0103, \u201edin lacrim\u0103!\/ te-ntreab\u0103:\/ spune-mi, am murit degeab\u0103?\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

Acel strig\u0103t \u201eJOS!\u2026 JOS!\u2026 JOS!\u201d <\/em>cerea o \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0schimbare \u2013 \u0219i s-a schimbat totul! \u2013 se dorea un \u201emai bine\u201d, \u00eens\u0103, dup\u0103 o analiz\u0103 \u00een acolad\u0103, poetul revine cu o constatare zdrobitoare: \u00a0\u201es-au pus at\u00e2tea altele-n loc,\/ dar nu e locul sub soare \u00een lini\u0219ti\/ dac\u0103 8-ul ar rezolva?\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i ast\u0103zi, r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00eentreb\u0103ri deschise, schimbare s-a fost, dar punctul 8? Dac\u0103!\u2026 eh, lupul e paznic la st\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i ast\u0103zi, iar s\u0103rmanele oi\u2026 \u021bara s-a r\u0103mas accea\u0219i turm\u0103, cine-ar mai g\u00e2ndi o nou\u0103 revolu\u021bie ast\u0103zi? \u0218i-at\u00e2t de necesar\u0103 ar fi, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0o scrie poetul, \u201eel tot scrie-scrie, dar nu spune!\u201d <\/em>dar st\u0103 de m\u0103rturie Bega, \u201eBEGA ASCULT\u0102\u201d,<\/em> oamenii \u201epl\u00e2ng, se bucur\u0103, uit\u0103,\/ BEGA \u00eens\u0103, NU IART\u0102 nimic dinspre Adev\u0103r,\/<\/em> BEGA NU UIT\u0102\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

R\u00e2ul aduce-n simbol un concept de care poetul nu s-a dezis niciodat\u0103, \u0219i anume, memoria apei. Apa este unul dintre simbolurile primordiale ale vie\u021bii, apa \u2013 cea care spal\u0103, cur\u0103\u021b\u0103, purific\u0103, apa \u2013 cea care ast\u00e2mp\u0103r\u0103 setea, apa \u2013 element anorganic nelipsit din compozi\u021bia oric\u0103rei fiin\u021be organice, vii, apa \u2013 simbol al curgerii perpetue, mult similar\u0103 timpului,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0apa \u2013 care, \u00een solu\u021bie, indiferent c\u00e2t de mult ai dilua-o, p\u0103streaz\u0103, chiar dac\u0103 infinitezimal, urme ale elementelor solu\u021biei ini\u021biale, apa \u2013 cea care, prin sfin\u021birea ei ne apropie de Dumnezeu \u00eentru sp\u0103larea p\u0103catelor. \u0218i c\u00e2te p\u0103cate, Doamne, a adunat na\u021bia asta a noastr\u0103!\u2026 Cert este c\u0103 \u201edoar DUMNEZEU nu gre\u0219e\u0219te,\/ omul da\u2026\u201d<\/em> \u0219i, buni cre\u0219tini de suntem, \u201etrebuie s\u0103 uit\u0103m,\/ st\u0103-n firea credin\u021bei s\u0103 iert\u0103m!\u201d<\/em>, \u00eens\u0103 noi, ce facem?\u2026 \u201enoi?\/ tragem firul din Marele Ghem\/ convin\u0219i c\u0103 al fiec\u0103ruia-i mai lung,\/ uit\u0103m cu repeziciune ceea ce este de uitat,\/ ne prefacem c\u0103 iert\u0103m\u2026\u201d <\/em>Frate \u2013 dar \u2013 omul?! Nuuu!\u2026 frate \u201er\u00e2ul, ramul\u201d, Bega, cea care le-a trecut toate prin memoria ei\u2026 dup\u0103 30 de ani, noi mai aducem doar coroane, \u00eentru aducere-aminte, \u00eens\u0103 \u201ecoroanele \u00a0de-am pus\u201d <\/em>de-a lungul timpului \u201esunt f\u0103r\u0103 suflet\u201d, <\/em>schimbare s-a fost, dar \u00een ce?\u2026 \u00a0\u00a0\u201ee clar c\u0103 se trebuie de-o revolu\u021bie\u2026\/ o scriem apoi cu liter\u0103 mare\/ \u2026\/ \u2026s\u0103 nu ui\u021bi copile!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Copilul din mine n-a uitat nicio secund\u0103, adultul de m\u0103 sunt azi, s-a compl\u0103cut \u00een amestecul turmei, \u00eens\u0103 copilul din mine pl\u00e2nge \u0219i-acum, lectura m-a-ntors \u00een sinele propriu \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0de-atunci\u2026 dar, \u201eDarie\u201d, oare-a uitat? S\u0103 fi uitat cu to\u021bii? Eh\u2026 \u201erotundul crucii nu mai aduce aminte,\/ \u2026\/ da, s-a r\u0103mas rotund\u0103 durerea mor\u021bii\/ stindardul nu ne mai une\u0219te\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00centreg volumul este \u00eencondeiat cu durerea celui care a deslu\u0219it evolu\u021bia evenimentelor cu ochiul sufletului, citeam dimpreun\u0103 cu poetul versurile scrise \u00eentr-un demult, apoi \u00eel vedeam aplecat din nou asupra scrisului, aduc\u00e2nd pe \u0219evaletul colii \u201eAcoladele\u201d<\/em>, adev\u0103rate incursiuni \u00een realitatea actual\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 nu e urm\u0103 de curcubeu \u00een monden, paleta timpului e \u00eenc\u0103 gri, \u00een matematic\u0103 totul pare simplu, \u00eens\u0103 ecua\u021bia timpului, repet, nu a reu\u0219it s\u0103 o rezolve nimeni. \u00cemi \u0219opte\u0219te, cumva ab\u0103tut: \u201etrei-simpla durerii \u00eenc\u0103 n-am adus-o de formul\u0103,\/ nici n-o vreau!\/ se cere calcul complicat,\/ \u2026\/ dar de-am c\u0103uta-n formule de calcul?\/ poate de plecam cu guvernul de-acolo\/ aveam Guvern\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Ce-am dorit oare, atunci, libertate? Avem, \u00eens\u0103 suntem mai ferici\u021bi? Glasul s\u00e2ngelui v\u0103rsat strig\u0103 din inima \u021b\u0103r\u00e2nei \u0219i acum. A meritat pre\u021bul? Argin\u021bii din desag\u0103 zorn\u0103ie surd\u2026 \u201eLIBERTATE!\u201d<\/em> s-a strigat Atunci, libertatea ne-o mai vis\u0103m \u0219i Acum, c\u0103tu\u0219ele nu mai sunt de fier, acum avem de argint, \u201eLIBERTATE !\/ \u2026s-a strigat at\u00e2t de tare c\u0103 cerul \u0219i-a trimis stelele s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be\/ \u2026\/ spiritul libert\u0103\u021bii\/ se ziduise din durerea cu care se pres\u0103raser\u0103 mor\u021bii\u2026\u201d<\/em>, am adus gardienii s\u0103 ne apere de noi \u00een\u0219ine: \u201ehaide\u021bi lupilor, nu doar pofti\u021bi\u2026\u201d, <\/em>r\u0103spunsul lor: \u201enoi vrem egalitate, dar nu pentru c\u0103\u021bei\u201d, iar \u201eevada\u021bii\u201d, \u201ecei ie\u0219i\u021bi AFAR\u0102 de printre noi, ne r\u00e2d,\/ \u00a0\u00a0r\u00e2z\u00e2ndu-ne celor de-acolo,\/ c\u0103 n-am \u0219tiut s\u0103 ne p\u0103zim merele de aur!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

N-am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat prea multe, e clar, zoon politikon doar \u00ee\u0219i face de cap dup\u0103 bunul plac, dac\u0103 s-ar mai \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 fenomenul TIMI\u0218OARA, am repeta acelea\u0219i gre\u0219eli. Somnul n(r)a\u021biunii na\u0219te aceia\u0219i mon\u0219tri, poate cu alte chipuri diforme, dar tot mon\u0219tri. De aceea cu mult mai ad\u00e2nc \u0219uvoiul lacrimei, dar \u201e\u00eentre timp au ap\u0103rut marii manipulatori de imagini\u201d <\/em>care pot chiar demonstra c\u0103 lacrima e z\u00e2mbet pe chipul \u021b\u0103rii!<\/p>\n

TIMI\u0218OARA\u2026 oare doar amintire?!\u2026 se \u00eencearc\u0103 o dematerializare a na\u021biei rom\u00e2ne, zi de zi privim neputincio\u0219i cum se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103\u2026 \u201echiar,\/ or mai fi gloan\u021be ca se te p\u0103trund\u0103 pe limba rom\u00e2n\u0103?<\/em>\/ \u2026\/ unde ni-i visul?!\u201d <\/em>se-ntreab\u0103 \u0219i Poetul, m\u0103-ntreb \u0219i eu\u2026 dar voi, VOI v\u0103 mai pune\u021bi \u00eentreb\u0103ri?! Recitesc\u2026 MOMENTUL 0<\/em> e \u00eenc\u0103 aici, sub semnul de-ntrebare, \u201eto\u021bi am trecut, trecute-s toate\u2026\/ \u2026\/ spun mor\u021bii,\/ adormi\u021bi sub \u00eenviere,\/ ar\u0219i nu mai dau oale \u0219i ulcele\u2026\u201d<\/em> eu, \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc \u00een Atunci, nu mi-am visat \u201eAcumul\u201d a\u0219a, nu \u0219tiu \u201eM\u00e2inele\u201d\u2026 \u201ecare m\u00e2ine?\u2026 pomenesc unii,\/ aceia\u0219i care pomenesc de 13 familii ce or\u00e2nduie lumea\u201d. <\/em>Cui pas\u0103? \u201eNoi muncim, noi nu g\u00e2ndim!\u201d, aud \u00eenc\u0103-n urechi mineriada de tinichea de mai t\u00e2rziu. Voi, poate nu, dar mai sunt \u0219i cei care da, unii \u0219i muncesc, \u0219i g\u00e2ndesc, \u0219i-atunci, cum r\u0103m\u00e2ne cu TIMI\u0218OARA?<\/p>\n

Sunt una dintre aceia care, \u201ecutreier\u00e2nd r\u0103stimpul\u201d, <\/em>de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu Poetul, \u201enu vreau numai r\u0103spunsuri\u201d, <\/em>dar sunt \u0219i \u00eempotriva acelora care \u201eepistola durerii\u201d <\/em>\u0219i-o vor \u201ene\u00eencheiat\u0103\/ \u2026\/ de ce?..\u201d. <\/em>\u0219i-at\u00e2tea \u00eentreb\u0103ri a\u0219teapt\u0103 palo\u0219 de r\u0103spuns, spintece nodul ce n-am \u0219tiut desface nici acum\u2026 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a030 de ani, r\u0103ma\u0219i de pl\u00e2ns, \u201eto\u021bi ne-au adus topoare:\/ haide\u021bi de cozi !\/ \u2026\/ \u2026ispita a deschis de\u0219ertul\u201d,<\/em> c\u00e2t trist \u0219i-acum, e \u00eenc\u0103 timp de lacrim\u0103, cerul cernit, da, \u201ecerul \u00ee\u0219i pleac\u0103 singur capul,\u201d<\/em> pentru aceia care au ie\u0219it \u00een fa\u021ba glon\u021bului cu pieptul dezgolit s\u0103 simt\u0103 suflul libert\u0103\u021bii: \u201eTIMI\u0218OARA, PATRIA MEA DRAG\u0102!\u201d<\/em> r\u0103zbate din r\u0103scruci de timp un strig\u0103t, dar parc\u0103 e doar \u0219oapt\u0103, ecou aproape stins\u2026 \u201eapoi am \u00een\u021beles t\u0103cerile care nu aveau de-a face cu revolu\u021bia,\/ deci Revolu\u021bia a fost a acelora care s-au urcat cerului,\u201d<\/em> iar nou\u0103 ne-a r\u0103mas \u00eemp\u0103m\u00e2ntenit\u0103 ideea \u0219i \u201echiar ni s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 jugul nu mai str\u00e2nge,\/ ni s-a p\u0103rut\u2026\u201d.<\/em> An de an mai comemor\u0103m c\u00e2te ceva din ideea de apartenen\u021b\u0103 la ceea ce a \u00eensemnat TIMI\u0218OARA, dar \u201eMULTICULTURAL\u2026\/ ne asociem pe felii de c\u00e2te patru v\u00e2nturi\u2026\/ \u00eentre timpuri \u021bara a ajuns pe m\u00e2na buricului p\u0103m\u00e2ntului\u201d, <\/em>asta am visat oare? Acoladele ridic\u0103 mun\u021bi \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0de-ntreb\u0103ri, nu una! \u00cens\u0103 timpul e surd, \u201etimpul cere alte pofte\u201d, <\/em>visul doar \u201eva s\u0103 \u00eemprumute din fiecare candel\u0103 un chip\/ St\u00e2lp!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Fiorul acela \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 umbl\u0103, fiorul acela nu m-a p\u0103r\u0103sit niciodat\u0103, copilul din mine a r\u0103mas chircit la ad\u0103post de glon\u021b, \u00een ascult, \u00eenc\u0103 mai ciule\u0219te urechea\u2026 dar eu, unde s\u0103 m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc \u00een adult? Voi, unde?!<\/p>\n

Poetul, din acolade, strig\u0103: \u201e\u2026TIMI\u0218OARA!\/ nu e\u0219ti tu vinovat\u0103 pentru ce n-a f\u0103cut \u021bara\u2026\/ fezandat at\u00e2t timp, Punctul 8 nu se \u0219tie ce gust,\/ iar o alt\u0103 Revolu\u021bie pare exclus\u2026\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

Mda\u2026 se pare c\u0103 am ajuns la punctul final, \u201eMircea\u201d <\/em>\u00eenc\u0103 se preface c\u0103 lucreaz\u0103, \u201ea\u0219adar toat\u0103 lumea e bine, mul\u021bumit\u0103\/ REV., se r\u0103m\u00e2ne o etap\u0103 petrecut\u0103\u2026\u201d, <\/em>din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd mai d\u0103m cu piciorul \u00een piatr\u0103, dar nu-i bai, e s\u00e2nge doar dintr-o zgaib\u0103, trece, nu mai putem b\u0103ga \u201ecapul \u00een spini\u201d<\/em>\u2026 tr\u0103im, \u201ereducem totul \u00een jocul de creion!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Citesc\u2026 invit la o cup\u0103 de sare, apa s-a evaporat demult, nici m\u0103car nu putem ciocni, nu celebr\u0103m nicio s\u0103rb\u0103toare, vreau doar s\u0103 ne adun\u0103m sim\u021burile la masa t\u0103cerii, cupa mai are \u0219i 30 de granule de pelin, r\u0103m\u00e2ne doar memoria, \u00eenchis\u0103-n \u201eAcolade\u201d<\/em>, de mojar\u2026 parol de M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or<\/em>!<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

Marta-Polixenia MATEI (BE\u0218CUC\u0102)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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