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ANA ARDELEANU<\/p>\n

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Membr\u0103 a Uniunii Scriitorilor de Limba Rom\u00e2n\u0103
Membr\u0103 a Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia, Filiala Alba-Hunedoara
Locul  na\u015fterii: s. V\u00e2lcan, com. Ciuruleasa, jud. Alba
Domiciliul actual: or. Mangalia, jud. Constan\u0163a
C\u0103r\u021bi publicate:  
\u201eNoris\u201d(1998);
\u201ePoemele Evei\u201d (1999); 
\u201eVinovat\u0103 de utopie\u201d (2000);
\u201eLoc pentru arderi\u201d (2001),
\u201eCartea v\u00e2rstei\u201d (2002),
\u201eF\u0103r\u0103 aplauze\u201d (2003),
\u201eArz\u00e2nd pustiu-n pipa dep\u0103rt\u0103rii\u201d (2006);
\u201eColetul cu \u00eengeri\u201d \u2013 antologie de autor (2008);
\u201eEternitatea f\u0103r\u0103 chip\u201d (2010);
\u201eT\u0103cerea magnoliei\u201d (2012);
\u201e Poeme de sear\u0103\u201d  (2014);
\u201e Grani\u0163ele \u00eencumet\u0103rii\u201d(2015);
\u201e\u00censemn\u0103ri din tura de noapte\u201d (2016)
\u201eGarderoba cu \u015foapte\u201d (2018)
\u201eEu \u015fi cel\u0103lalt Eu\u201d (2018)
 
       C\u0103r\u021bi pentru copii: 
 
\u201ePoezie pentru copii (2000);
\u201eGr\u0103dini\u0163a de vis\u201d ( 2005) 
\u201e\u00cen poiana florilor\u201d (2006);
\u201e\u00cen \u0163ara lui Bobule\u0163\u201d(2016)
\u201ePoezii pentru cei mici\u201d (2017)
\u201e\u00cent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri cu Amelin\u201d (2018) 
\u201eMofturic\u0103\u201d (2019) 
       
       Premii
 
Premiul pentru debut al Uniunii Scriitorilor, Filiala Dobrogea, cu volumul   \u201eNoris\u201d(1998);
Men\u0163iune, Festivalul \u201eLucian Blaga\u201d (1982);
Premiul al III-lea, Festivalul \u201ePanait Cerna\u201d (1978); zzz<\/p>\n

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                    POESIS<\/p>\n

Evele timpului viitor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt c\u00e2ntecul vinovat de mii de ani.<\/em>
\nNu \u00eencerc s\u0103-mi \u00eenduplec inima,<\/em>
\nPentru a ob\u0163ine de la ea<\/em>
\nCeea ce tobo\u015farul ob\u0163ine de la sunet,<\/em>
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eei st\u00e2rne\u015fte adrenalina.<\/em>
\n                Sunt zg\u00e2rcit\u0103<\/em>
\n Cu \u00eemprumutul sentimentelor mele.<\/em>
\nCreditul cu zerouri c\u00e2t luna<\/em>
\nDepinde de pragul nop\u0163ii pe care te a\u015fezi,<\/em>
\nPentru a citi testamentul Evei.<\/em>
\nDeschis, dup\u0103 milenii,<\/em>
\nVei fi surprins de mo\u015ftenire,<\/em>
\nDe vocalele dob\u00e2ndite genetic.<\/em>
\nCastelele din Spania,<\/em>
\nPrecum \u015fi celelalte foloase necuvenite<\/em>
\nVor fi confiscate<\/em>
\nDe Evele timpului viitor.<\/em>
\n                M\u0103 a\u015fez, ca musafir,<\/em>
\nLa masa de brad.<\/em>
\nVinul e bun,<\/em>
\nCompania pl\u0103cut\u0103.<\/em>
\nCine s\u0103 plece \u00een viitor,<\/em>
\nCu o tolb\u0103 de poeme \u00een spinare,<\/em>
\nRup\u00e2nd testamentul?<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

S\u0103rutul Imperativ<\/strong> <\/p>\n

                Tu sus\u0163ii c\u0103 Dumnezeu ar fi logosul inimii,<\/em>
\nEu sus\u0163in c\u0103 ar fi emo\u0163ia neconsumat\u0103,<\/em>
\nPartea activ\u0103 cu rol de tat\u0103,<\/em>
\nCare face excursii istorice pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/em>
\n                Cuv\u00e2ntele trec,<\/em>
\nPrecum o roat\u0103 zim\u0163at\u0103,<\/em>
\nPeste limba ta,<\/em>
\nSub forma unei frunze de lotus,<\/em>
\nDespic\u00e2nd-o,<\/em>
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd s\u0103 ias\u0103 prin despic\u0103tur\u0103<\/em>
\nRamul cu frunze albastre,<\/em>
\nPe care se a\u015faz\u0103 inima,<\/em>
\nCu g\u00e2ndul de-a urm\u0103ri trec\u0103torii<\/em>
\nCu dou\u0103 r\u00e2nduri de m\u0103rgele la g\u00e2t,<\/em>
\n\u00centr-o dubl\u0103 cochet\u0103rie,<\/em>
\n\u00centr-o comunicare<\/em>
\nDe sentimente,<\/em>
\nDin care unii scot profit<\/em>
\n\u0218i \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencarc\u0103 bateriile!<\/em>
\n                Vara, lenevesc,<\/em>
\nToamna, se precipit\u0103 \u00een \u00eenserare,<\/em>
\nSt\u00e2nd, \u00een pozi\u0163ii de melancolie,<\/em>
\nPe canapeaua nop\u0163ii,<\/em>
\nIarna, \u00eencearc\u0103, pe buzele reci,<\/em>
\nS\u0103rutul imperativ.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Plou\u0103<\/b><\/p>\n

                Plou\u0103!<\/em>
\nInima mea st\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 \u015fi tricoteaz\u0103.<\/em>
\nDup\u0103 ce a m\u0103turat, a f\u0103cut un ceai englezesc,<\/em>
\nS-a rugat \u00een bula aceea albastr\u0103,<\/em>
\nCare, apoi, a \u015fi pocnit de sa\u0163ietate,<\/em>
\n\u00cempr\u0103\u015ftiind \u00een jur c\u00e2teva stelu\u0163e,<\/em>
\nDup\u0103 ce a str\u0103lucit suficient pentru sine.<\/em>
\n                Plou\u0103 \u015fi g\u00e2ndul urc\u0103 \u00een pat,<\/em>
\nPentru a \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa un alt g\u00e2nd.<\/em>
\nCopiii lor vor ie\u015fi pe u\u015fa principal\u0103, victorio\u015fi,<\/em>
\nImposibil de ghicit care dintre ei<\/em>
\nLe va duce neamul \u015fi numele \u00een viitor,<\/em>
\nPentru recunoa\u015fterea secret\u0103 a genei,<\/em>
\nCare \u015fi acum are dubii<\/em>
\nDespre felul de a g\u00e2ndi<\/em>
\nAl celor ce au l\u0103sat bile\u0163elul de dragoste<\/em>
\n\u00cen bolul m\u00e2inii.<\/em>
\n                Plou\u0103 popular \u00een cartiere m\u0103rgina\u015fe,<\/em>
\nPlou\u0103 de lux peste vilele celor ce au impresia<\/em>
\nC\u0103 nu vor muri niciodat\u0103,<\/em>
\nPlou\u0103 de\u015f\u0103n\u0163at, plou\u0103 elegant,<\/em>
\nPlou\u0103, \u00een rate lunare,<\/em>
\nPrintre impulsurile solare,<\/em>
\nPlou\u0103 \u00een lire \u015fi yeni,<\/em>
\nPlou\u0103-n poieni,<\/em>
\nPlou\u0103 la nord \u015fi la sud.<\/em>
\n                \u00censu\u015fi Dumnezeu e \u00een sufletul meu ud,<\/em>
\nIar \u00eengeru-i nud.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/em><\/p>\n

Mi-e dor…<\/b><\/p>\n

Mi-e dor s\u0103 scriu, \u00een galben \u015fi \u00een roz,<\/em>
\nLa masa de cristal, a zorilor de zi,<\/em>
\nS\u0103-ascult un c\u00e2ntec scris de Berlioz<\/em>
\n\u00cen inima de plumb a toamnelor t\u00e2rzii.<\/em>
\nMi-e dor s\u0103 scriu cu rim\u0103 \u015fi rigoare,<\/em>
\nS\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i cioplesc o cruce de mesteac\u0103n<\/em>
\n\u00cen s\u00e2nge, alb, ca \u00eengerul \u00een floare,<\/em>
\nCe st\u0103 pitit \u00eentr-al gr\u0103dinii leag\u0103n.<\/em>
\nMi-e dor de poeziile cu rim\u0103,                        <\/em>
\nCum dragostea doar \u015ftie s\u0103 scorneasc\u0103,<\/em>
\n\u00cen sunet de pian ori mandolin\u0103,<\/em>
\n\u00centr-o t\u00e2rzie iarn\u0103 rom\u00e2neasc\u0103.<\/em>
\nDar nu mi-e dor de tine, nu mi-e dor,<\/em>
\nDe caii t\u0103i, nepotcovi\u0163i \u015fi tineri,<\/em>
\nCe poposesc pe dealul cu izvor,<\/em>
\nP\u0103zit  de ochii verzi ai Sfintei Vineri.<\/em>
\n\u015ei nu mi-e dor de-al tinere\u0163ii foc,<\/em>
\nS\u0103-mi intre sub od\u0103jdii, fariseu,<\/em>
\nDe lozurile vie\u0163ii, cu prea mult noroc,                                      <\/em>
\nDin care am luat, doar ce era al meu.<\/em>
\n\u015ei nu mi-e dor de m\u00e2ine sau poim\u00e2ine,<\/em>
\nDe-un viitor urzit din dou\u0103 fire,<\/em>
\nDin firul alb, ce vine c\u0103tre mine<\/em>
\n\u015ei firul negru, cel de desp\u0103r\u0163ire.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/em><\/p>\n

Mi-e visul post de vineri<\/strong><\/p>\n

         Ades, m\u0103-nchipui, \u00eennopt\u00e2nd, cu gura<\/em>
\nPe trupul unui \u00eenger ne-ntinat<\/em>
\n\u015ei, dintre toate, lui \u00eei iau m\u0103sura<\/em>
\n\u015ei-adresa timpului, ce-n mine l-a iernat.<\/em>
\n         \u00cen zori de zi, sub plapuma de stele,<\/em>
\nMai simte \u00eenc\u0103 ochiul meu privind<\/em>
\n\u015ei m\u00e2na plin\u0103, tr\u0103snet, cu inele,<\/em>
\nDin ro\u015fu-n ro\u015fu, peste el trec\u00e2nd.<\/em>
\n         Simte un cal, \u00een coast\u0103, ce necheaz\u0103,<\/em>
\n\u00cenfieb\u00e2ntat de mers, peste m\u0103sur\u0103,<\/em>
\nUn c\u0103l\u0103re\u0163, \u00een alb, ce o curteaz\u0103,<\/em>
\nR\u0103mas cu un supin lipit de gur\u0103.<\/em>
\n         Cum dau, \u00een noapte, visele de-a dura,<\/em>
\nPe unde-apuc, printre p\u0103cate mute,<\/em>
\nCele de azi, cu ochii mari ca mura,<\/em>
\nCele de m\u00e2ine, \u00eenc\u0103  ne\u015ftiute.<\/em>
\n         Mi-e visul post de vineri, abstinen\u0163\u0103,<\/em>
\nContrar tr\u0103irilor ce-mi dau t\u0103rie,<\/em>
\nTrec\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, -n tabel, cu o absen\u0163\u0103<\/em>
\nF\u0103cut\u0103, ieri, la sf\u00e2nta liturghie.<\/em>
\n         Voi fi prezent\u0103, doar la bal mascat,<\/em>
\n\u00centre acele chipuri, schimb\u0103toare,<\/em>
\nSub form\u0103 de iubire, sub form\u0103 de p\u0103cat<\/em>
\n\u015ei cele multe, c\u00e2te sunt sub soare.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Cu un poem bun<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu un poem bun<\/em>
\nPo\u0163i ob\u0163ine orice:<\/em>
\nLibertatea, via\u0163a, ura, invidia.<\/em>
\n                Mai pu\u0163in fericirea,<\/em>
\n\u00cen tribunalul c\u0103reia te judeci,<\/em>
\nPe veci, cu imaginea ta din oglind\u0103,<\/em>
\nF\u0103r\u0103 ca unul din voi s\u0103 c\u00e2\u015ftige,<\/em>
\nC\u0103ci spe\u0163a e absurd\u0103,<\/em>
\nVia\u0163a e absurd\u0103,<\/em>
\nPoemul e absurd.<\/em>
\n                Prime\u015fti oferte ciudate<\/em>
\nDin partea ideilor<\/em>
\nCu abordare mercantil\u0103,<\/em>
\nCare te piapt\u0103n\u0103 doar \u00een fa\u0163\u0103.<\/em>
\n\u00cen spate,  p\u0103rul cade<\/em>
\nPe umerii \u00eengerului urm\u0103ritor,<\/em>
\nC\u0103ruia zorile \u00eei vor t\u0103ia aripile<\/em>
\n\u015ei totul va intra \u00een normal:<\/em>
\nCofet\u0103resele vor face torturile obi\u0219nuite,<\/em>
\nFla\u015fnetarii vor c\u00e2nta c\u00e2ntecele obi\u015fnuite,<\/em>
\nDumnezeu va face, \u00eens\u0103, gestul suprem,<\/em>
\nPentru a p\u0103stra lumea<\/em>
\n\u015ei poemul bun<\/em>
\nLa c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2iul inimii sale.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/em><\/p>\n

Norocul de a fi cocor<\/strong>
\n  <\/em>
\n                Scriu<\/em>
\npoeme de dragoste,<\/em>
\nDar nu triste,<\/em>
\nNu \u00een culori nevindec\u0103toare,<\/em>
\nAcele poeme care ridic\u0103 perdeaua de pe<\/em>
\ngeam<\/em>
\n\u015ei s\u0103rut\u0103 soarele pe boti\u015forul cald.<\/em>
\n <\/em>
\n                M\u0103<\/em>
\nv\u0103d silit\u0103 s\u0103-mi \u00eempu\u015fc pas\u0103rea de pe um\u0103r<\/em>
\nSau m\u0103car s-o \u00eenl\u0103tur,<\/em>
\nPentru a a privi \u00een urm\u0103,<\/em>
\nLa cifra care a fumat toat\u0103 noaptea,<\/em>
\nIar, acum, pompeaz\u0103 aerul senin<\/em>
\nAl c\u00e2torva stele<\/em>
\n\u00cen pl\u0103m\u00e2ni.<\/em>
\n <\/em>
\n                M\u0103<\/em>
\nv\u0103d silit\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund sub coviltir,<\/em>
\n\u00cen ve\u015fminte gipsy,<\/em>
\nTimpul s\u0103 m\u0103 numere unu, doi,<\/em>
\nLa trei s\u0103-mi ies din propriul rol,<\/em>
\nPentru a deveni cocor.<\/em>
\n <\/em>
\n                Tu<\/em>
\ns\u0103-mi acoperi spa\u0163iul de zbor<\/em>
\nCu litere aurii,<\/em>
\n\u00cen palma c\u0103rora s\u0103 po\u0163i citi<\/em>
\nDespre norocul de a fi cocor,<\/em>
\nUnu pe unu, negru,<\/em>
\nDin zece,<\/em>
\nAlb doar pe v\u00e2rful aripilor<\/em>
\n\u015ei pe unghii.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/em>
\nTot am\u00e2n s\u0103 merg La cump\u0103r\u0103turi<\/strong>
\n                <\/em>
\n                 Nu-mi schimb sentimentele,<\/em>
\nPartiturile, culorile estompate,<\/em>
\nAle imaginii despre sine,<\/em>
\nNici perdeaua ce m\u0103 separ\u0103<\/em>
\nDe ziua ce a urmeaz\u0103.<\/em>
\n <\/em>
\n                Tot<\/em>
\nam\u00e2n s\u0103 merg la cump\u0103r\u0103turi.<\/em>
\nAnii, parc\u0103, nu mi-ar ajunge,<\/em>
\nNici euro-inten\u0163iile bune,<\/em>
\nAt\u00e2t de \u00eempu\u0163inate pe continent.<\/em>
\n <\/em>
\n                Nu-mi<\/em>
\nschimb sentimentele<\/em>
\nPentru niciun dar, pentru nicio<\/em>
\nvictorie.<\/em>
\n <\/em>
\n                Eterna<\/em>
\nlumii vrere<\/em>
\nNu m\u0103 admite altfel,<\/em>
\nDec\u00e2t a\u015fa, cu obi\u015fnuin\u0163ele mele,<\/em>
\nPentru a m\u0103 deosebi mai u\u015for<\/em>
\nDe ceilal\u0163i cump\u0103r\u0103tori,<\/em>
\nDe eul lor magnetic,<\/em>
\nCare lipe\u015fte diferite etichete<\/em>
\nCu pre\u0163uri ce nu reflect\u0103<\/em>
\nNici cerul,<\/em>
\nNici pe Dumnezeul milosteniei,<\/em>
\nCe m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103 ca un ve\u015fm\u00e2nt senin,<\/em>
\nPoate prea senin<\/em>
\nPentru acei ochi,<\/em>
\nCu grave tulbur\u0103ri de vedere.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/em>
\nUn ritm ciudat<\/strong>
\n  <\/em>
\n         Ieri mai persist\u0103, \u00een a sa culoare,<\/em>
\nIar  m\u00e2ine, \u00een via\u0163a noastr\u0103, n-a sosit,<\/em>
\nNici anotimpu,-n propria sa floare,<\/em>
\nCu ramul s\u0103u, de ve\u015fti \u00eempodobit.<\/em>
\n         \u015ei nici scrisoarea, nici expeditorul,<\/em>
\nG\u00e2ndu-acela, ce-n\u0103l\u0163a un zmeu,<\/em>
\nCe \u00eei t\u0103iam, degrab\u0103 , cu toporul,<\/em>
\nLeafa pe via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul greu.<\/em>
\n         Destinatarul se prindea de-o crac\u0103,<\/em>
\nDin nobil lemn, de cedru ori m\u0103slin,<\/em>
\nIar inima-nte\u0163ea, precum o toac\u0103,<\/em>
\nUn ritm ciudat, \u00een dansul levantin.<\/em>
\n         La mijloc, drumul lung, misterios,<\/em>
\nO mie de t\u0103ceri, sub aripile fr\u00e2nte,<\/em>
\nConvexa  amintire, aruncat\u0103 jos,<\/em>
\nTrecutul s\u0103u ce, \u015fi-n prezent, ne minte.<\/em>
\n         Acum, eu nu mai nasc nicio idee,<\/em>
\nNiciun cuv\u00e2nt de dor, nu mai bisez,<\/em>
\nVoi \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a s\u0103 tac, \u00eentr-o sc\u00e2nteie,<\/em>
\nCu ea p\u0103m\u00e2ntul tot s\u0103-l luminez.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/em><\/p>\n

Cu regret \u015fi cu speran\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Simt, sub pleoap\u0103,cum m\u0103-ngroap\u0103 \u00eenserarea cea mioap\u0103,<\/em>
\nCe-n ad\u00e2nc de mine sap\u0103,  \u201ep\u00e2n\u0103 d\u0103 de stele-n ap\u0103\u201d.<\/em>
\nSimt t\u00e2rziul cum de\u015fir\u0103 fiin\u0163a mea,  p\u00e2ndind de dup\u0103,<\/em>
\nFiin\u0163a ta, \u00een care via\u0163a, st\u0103 cu g\u00e2ndul s\u0103 irump\u0103.<\/em>
\nS\u0103 pocneasc\u0103, cum pocne\u015fte amintirea, \u00een mii de p\u0103r\u0163i,<\/em>
\nAh, pe inima de piatr\u0103, desenat\u0103-n false de h\u0103r\u0163i.<\/em>
\nSimt cum toate sunt de\u015farte, iar\u0103 via\u0163a  ne \u00eemparte,<\/em>
\nO iluzie \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103, cum e moda sus pe Marte.<\/em>
\n\u00cen t\u0103ceri prelinse-n dungi \u015fi-n cuvinte neumblate,<\/em>
\nCe-ar putea fi de folos, cum acele nestemate,<\/em>
\nCe valoare dau privirii \u015fi-adun\u0103rilor \u00een care<\/em>
\nSt\u0103 cuv\u00e2ntul \u00een genunchi, cum lumina-n sanctuare.<\/em>
\nV\u0103d deasupra ta un nor, cel r\u0103sfr\u00e2nt \u00een ochii lumii,<\/em>
\n\u015ei, cum r\u00e2de talpa groas\u0103, \u00eengropat\u0103-n negrul humii,<\/em>
\nCu regret \u015fi cu speran\u0163\u0103, implicat\u0103, precum  vezi,<\/em>
\n\u00centr-o ultim\u0103 instan\u0163\u0103, \u00eembl\u0103nit\u0103 cu z\u0103pezi.<\/em>
\nNu m\u0103-ncarc, cu grija lor, nici cu-a timpului ninsoare,<\/em>
\nCe se-adun\u0103-n casa mare, ca-ntr- o ultim\u0103-nchisoare,<\/em>
\nDragostea-mi, vr\u00e2nd libertate, scoate cuiul din pere\u0163i,<\/em>
\n Cad tablori vechi, de-o via\u0163\u0103, cu arhangheli c\u0103l\u0103re\u0163i.<\/em> <\/em><\/p>\n

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ANA ARDELEANU    Membr\u0103 a Uniunii Scriitorilor de Limba Rom\u00e2n\u0103Membr\u0103 a Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia, Filiala Alba-HunedoaraLocul  na\u015fterii: s. V\u00e2lcan, com. Ciuruleasa, jud. AlbaDomiciliul actual: or. Mangalia, jud. Constan\u0163aC\u0103r\u021bi publicate:  \u201eNoris\u201d(1998);\u201ePoemele Evei\u201d (1999); \u201eVinovat\u0103 de utopie\u201d (2000);\u201eLoc pentru arderi\u201d (2001),\u201eCartea v\u00e2rstei\u201d (2002),\u201eF\u0103r\u0103 aplauze\u201d (2003),\u201eArz\u00e2nd pustiu-n pipa dep\u0103rt\u0103rii\u201d (2006);\u201eColetul cu \u00eengeri\u201d \u2013 antologie de autor (2008);\u201eEternitatea f\u0103r\u0103 chip\u201d …<\/p>\n

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