{"id":3805,"date":"2020-06-10T13:41:57","date_gmt":"2020-06-10T13:41:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poeziaacasa.uslr.md\/?p=3805"},"modified":"2020-06-11T08:44:49","modified_gmt":"2020-06-11T08:44:49","slug":"poeme-de-daniel-ionita-sydney-australia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeziaacasa.uslr.md\/?p=3805","title":{"rendered":"POEZIE de Daniel IONI\u021a\u0102, Sydney, Australia"},"content":{"rendered":"

Automutilare<\/strong> <\/strong><\/h3>\n

Dup\u0103 ce am scris o poezie p\u0103c\u0103toas\u0103,<\/p>\n

mi-am t\u0103iat m\u00e2na –<\/p>\n

dreapta sau st\u00e2nga, nu mai \u0219tiu.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 ducea \u00een p\u0103cat, \u0219i am t\u0103iat-o.<\/p>\n

A\u0219 mai fi l\u0103sat-o, dar se \u00eenva\u021base \u00eenscrisul<\/p>\n

p\u0103catului de zi cu zi.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 a suta poezie nellegiuit\u0103,<\/p>\n

mi-am scos ochiul –<\/p>\n

st\u00e2ngul sau dreptu, nu mai \u021bin minte,<\/p>\n

Cert este ca se holba doar la p\u0103cat.<\/p>\n

L-am scos cu o linguri\u021b\u0103 de argint,<\/p>\n

cu grij\u0103, ca s\u0103 nu fac mizerie.<\/p>\n

L-a\u0219 mai fi l\u0103sat dar se holba<\/p>\n

doar la p\u0103catul de zi cu zi.<\/p>\n

\u00cencepusem s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eengrijorez,<\/p>\n

fiindc\u0103 a mia poezie era anatema,<\/p>\n

\u0219i era acum r\u00e2ndul piciorului –<\/p>\n

st\u00e2ngul sau dreptul, m\u0103 rog.<\/p>\n

P\u0103\u0219ea cu verv\u0103 spre p\u0103catul zilnic,<\/p>\n

\u0219i urma s\u0103 fie t\u0103iat.<\/p>\n

Tocmai m\u0103 \u00eendreptam c\u0103tre<\/p>\n

abatorul de zi cu zi,<\/p>\n

unde \u00eemi m\u0103celaream de obicei membrele,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd m-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit pe drum cu Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

A\u0219a, netam-nesam, plonc \u0219i El, pe troturar.<\/p>\n

Mergea probabil la pia\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 cumpere un poem de aur, smirn\u0103 \u0219i t\u0103m\u00e2ie.<\/p>\n

Era negustor bine\u2026 versat\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026dac\u0103 pot spune asta f\u0103r\u0103 hul\u0103.<\/p>\n

S-a oferit s\u0103-mi v\u00e2nd\u0103 ni\u0219te rime<\/p>\n

De aur cur\u0103\u021bit prin foc<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenbog\u0103\u021besc peste noapte,<\/p>\n

o prozodie de haine albe ca s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eembrac –<\/p>\n

umblam nud, se pare, recit\u00e2nd versuri-<\/p>\n

\u0219i alifie pentru ochi,<\/p>\n

cel care-mi mai r\u0103m\u0103sese ag\u0103\u021bat \u00eentr-o orbit\u0103 –<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103-l ung \u0219i s\u0103 v\u0103d spre a citi psalmii Lui\u2013<\/p>\n

(m-a diagnosticat El, pe moment, poetus orbi<\/em> –<\/p>\n

fusese medic de plas\u0103, c\u0103ndva,<\/p>\n

undeva prin Nazaretul Galileii \u2013<\/p>\n

\u0219i avusese de-aface cu poe\u021bi de toat\u0103 m\u00e2na,<\/p>\n

inclusiv pescari, v\u0103duve, vame\u0219i, curve, farisei \u0219i lepro\u0219i).<\/p>\n

Am \u00eenteles atunci, pentru prima dat\u0103,<\/p>\n

de ce Dumnezeu nu p\u0103c\u0103tuie\u0219te,<\/p>\n

de\u0219i scrie o groaz\u0103 de poezii zilnice –<\/p>\n

unele din ele, chiar, deocheate r\u0103u de tot.<\/p>\n

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Bun\u0103voin\u021bele Domnului<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Ciudate \u0219i imprevizible sunt bun\u0103voin\u021bele Domnului<\/p>\n

\u0219i plin de mister sunt capriciile Lui!<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci nu odat\u0103 l-am \u00eentrebat<\/p>\n

de ce m\u0103 provoac\u0103 mereu ca s\u0103-L \u00eenjur<\/p>\n

de pa\u0219ti \u0219i dumnezei?<\/p>\n

M\u0103 ignor\u0103 de obicei,<\/p>\n

dar la ultimul meu episod de sictir mai insistent,<\/p>\n

mi-a r\u0103spuns cu-n z\u0103mbet suav<\/p>\n

c\u0103 eu nu \u00een\u021beleg nici m\u0103car de ce soarele str\u0103luce\u0219te,<\/p>\n

sau cum anume migreaz\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103rile \u0219i somonii.<\/p>\n

Apoi, a mai ad\u0103ugat El cu voce joas\u0103,<\/p>\n

mereu vor fi dezastre de tot felul<\/p>\n

at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t la mine \u00een curte<\/p>\n

unul e fl\u0103m\u00e2nd \u0219i altul e beat.<\/p>\n

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Fuga spre Emaus<\/h3>\n

E noapte sau e zi? Greu de spus\u2026<\/p>\n

De ce Tu? De ce sp\u00e2nzuri \u00een v\u00e2nt?<\/p>\n

Vina mea, vina lor? Cui \u00eei pas\u0103, acum?<\/p>\n

M\u0103 jelesc \u00een zadar, c\u00e2nd te duc spre morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Ai murit, am pierdut, asta e\u2026<\/p>\n

\u0219i speran\u021bele mele s-au dus.<\/p>\n

Mul\u021bi au zis c\u0103 erai un nebun de legat –<\/p>\n

R\u00e2sul lor m-a t\u0103iat, m-a str\u0103puns.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u021bi c\u0103 \u00eentreb, dar ce ce n-ai f\u0103cut<\/p>\n

vreo minune, s\u0103-i seceri de vii?<\/p>\n

Ai c\u0103zut f\u0103r\u0103 har, ai cedat f\u0103r\u0103 lupt\u0103,<\/p>\n

unei groaznice, mari m\u00e2r\u0219\u0103vii.<\/p>\n

O! \u0218i ce mult p\u0103reai c\u0103 tu e\u0219ti cel dorit!<\/p>\n

Vreau s\u0103 fug, chiar \u0219i urma s\u0103-mi piar\u0103!<\/p>\n

Mi-e destul! Sunt s\u0103tul de sud\u0103lmi \u0219i batjocuri –<\/p>\n

am s-o iau spre Emaus, c\u0103tre sear\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Aripi de flutur <\/h3>\n

\u00cencete dup\u0103-amiezi, obloane trase,<\/p>\n

cu perne moi \u0219i line-alunec\u0103ri<\/p>\n

de jos suind apoi, capricioase…<\/p>\n

ca \u00eentr-un vis cu treze alint\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Ochii-\u0163i lucesc \u00eentr-o prelung\u0103 vraj\u0103<\/p>\n

Cu lava buzelor ce m\u0103-\u00eempresoar\u0103<\/p>\n

Iar dulcii gemeni \u00eemi \u00eentind o mreaj\u0103,<\/p>\n

divin duet cu forma-\u0163i de vioar\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103tu\u0219at de sf\u00e2nta-\u0163i d\u0103ruire,<\/p>\n

de-a tale vise n-am cum s\u0103 m\u0103 scutur;<\/p>\n

\u0219i-a\u0219tept din mugur dulce o zv\u00e2cnire<\/p>\n

de aripi negre a dulcelui t\u0103u flutur.<\/p>\n

Plute\u0219ti cu mine-n dans aleatoric ;<\/p>\n

Din efemer \u00een efemer m\u0103 scutur –<\/p>\n

O clip\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103, euphoric<\/p>\n

\u0218i-apoi dispari \u00een zbor nebun de flutur.<\/p>\n

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Amenin\u021bare<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Va ninge pe data de nou\u0103,<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 nu, pe \u0219apte.<\/p>\n

Ninsoarea va fi din pudra de lapte.<\/p>\n

Unii din noi vor pl\u00e2nge dac\u0103 plou\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dintre toate g\u0103inile noastre<\/p>\n

numai dou\u0103 for face ou\u0103.<\/p>\n

Le pr\u0103jesc, v\u0103 pr\u0103jesc,<\/p>\n

le g\u0103tesc, v\u0103 g\u0103tesc.<\/p>\n

Oricum, pute\u021bi linge z\u0103pada de pe glastre.<\/p>\n

Afurisi\u021bilor, nu-mi mai pa\u0219te\u021bi gonacul<\/p>\n

c\u0103 printre boabele fine de m\u0103z\u0103richie<\/p>\n

v\u0103 pro\u021b\u0103pesc acu\u0219-acu\u0219 pe \u021beast\u0103 capacul<\/p>\n

cel \u00eenfrunzit din cuibul de pot\u00e2rnichie.<\/p>\n

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N\u0102RODU DE ADRIAN, F\u00c2LFA \u0218I CEILAL\u021aI<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Pe strada mea-ntro mahala, departe,<\/p>\n

Cu praf \u0219i cu ci\u0219mea de cartier,<\/p>\n

St\u0103tea nea Tanu, ziua, la taclale,<\/p>\n

\u0218i noaptea pe la F\u00e2lfa..pi\u0219icher…<\/p>\n

\u0218i mai era familia Ungureanu<\/p>\n

Cu tanti Sava, nea Aristotel,<\/p>\n

Cu fete, una gras\u0103, alta slab\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u0218i una care nu era de fel.<\/p>\n

Cazacu, domul \u0219i cu domana mare,<\/p>\n

St\u0103teau pe col\u021b \u00eentr-o c\u0103su\u021b\u0103 joas\u0103,<\/p>\n

Cu rude \u0219i nepo\u021bi, \u0219i cu un vi\u0219in<\/p>\n

Sub care vara chiefuiau la mas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Anu\u021ba \u0219i nea Victor din M\u0103rg\u0103u<\/p>\n

T\u0103iau oglinzi \u00een casa cu plocade<\/p>\n

\u0218i fiu-\u0219i suduiau: M\u0103 Adrienie,<\/p>\n

M\u0103salile s\u0103ri\u021b-ar, m\u0103 n\u0103roade!<\/p>\n

Meil\u0103 nu venea seara acasa,<\/p>\n

Dom\u2019 Ra\u021biu se certase cu Moraru,<\/p>\n

Grasa de Potra, avea n-avea treab\u0103,<\/p>\n

Statea la b\u00e2rfa cu-a lu\u2019 Pacuraru.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fine, peste drum, mai era F\u00e2lfa,<\/p>\n

Femeia cartierului, sadea,<\/p>\n

Ce ne d\u0103dea semin\u021be \u0219i bomboane<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu sufl\u0103m ceva la cineva…<\/p>\n

Iar eu \u0219i sor-mea ne jucam pe strad\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u0218i seara ne coco\u021b\u0103ream \u00een tei,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ne uit\u0103m prin cur\u0163ile vecine,<\/p>\n

\u015ei, curio\u015fi, s\u0103 ne holb\u0103m la ei…<\/p>\n

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DESTINE<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Eram h\u0103r\u0103zit c\u00e2torva destine<\/p>\n

\u00eenghesuite unul \u00eentr-altul<\/p>\n

conform unor hot\u0103r\u00e2ri aprobate anterior.<\/p>\n

Imi amintesc doar vag despre ele.<\/p>\n

\u00centr-unul le vindeam fericire unor turi\u0219ti –<\/p>\n

le-o vindeam a\u0219a, ca pe o vat\u0103 de zah\u0103r<\/p>\n

pe care ei, dup\u0103 ce mu\u0219cau din ea odat\u0103, o aruncau la urm\u0103torul co\u0219 de gunoi.<\/p>\n

\u00centr- altul eram un m\u0103sc\u0103rici nocturn<\/p>\n

cu vechi state de servicii \u00eentru amuzamentul trupului t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Apoi, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd m\u0103 transformam bursc \u00eentru-n Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun rotofei<\/p>\n

care \u00eemparte gr\u0103bit \u0219i lehamite ni\u0219te juc\u0103rii made in China<\/p>\n

tututor ne-crescu\u021bilor \u0219i prost-crescu\u021bilor.<\/p>\n

Mul\u021bi dintre ei meritau, de fapt, ni\u0219te dosuri de palme peste fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

(Le mai tr\u0103geam eu c\u00e2te una atunci c\u0103nd p\u0103rin\u021bii lor se uitau altundeva.<\/p>\n

\u021a\u00e2ncii \u00eencepeau s\u0103 urle c\u0103 i-a b\u0103tut Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun…<\/p>\n

Dar p\u0103rin\u021bii lor le explicau cu r\u0103bdare ca Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun nu exit\u0103.)<\/p>\n

Adesea m\u0103 trezeam vame\u0219 de g\u00e2nduri, vame\u0219 de vise,<\/p>\n

control\u00e2nd traficul a tot felul de bunuri subiective de larg consum –<\/p>\n

de la rug\u0103ciuni la baliverne –<\/p>\n

ce treceau, pl\u0103nuite sau aiurea, prin capetele oamenilor – al meu, al t\u0103u, al tuturora.<\/p>\n

Le stivuiam \u00eentr-un dosar spre a fi evaluate ulterior,<\/p>\n

de c\u0103tre Instan\u021ba Suprem\u0103, la Judecata de Apoi.<\/p>\n

In final, cu trecerea timpului,<\/p>\n

 m\u0103 prezentam din ce \u00een ce mai des drept profesor de caligrafie,<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o lume \u00een care nimeni nu mai scria de mult cu peni\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Toat\u0103 lumea r\u0103dea de mine, prefer\u0103nd tastaturi anodine, plictisitoare \u0219i uciga\u0219e.<\/p>\n

Te-am iubit prin toate aceste destine. Ele ap\u0103reau \u0219i disp\u0103reau la orizont,<\/p>\n

ca ni\u0219te lumini estompate ale unui ora\u0219 \u00eendep\u0103rtat,<\/p>\n

A\u0219a c\u0103 \u00eemi amintesc doar vag despre ele…<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Poeme din volumele Ag\u0103\u021bat \u00eentre stele (editura Minerva, Bucure\u0219ti 2013) \u0219i Insula Cuvintelor de Acas\u0103 (Editura Limes – Cluj 2017)<\/em><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Monalisa<\/strong><\/h3>\n

D\u0103-mi mana \u0219i sufletul t\u0103u Monalis\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i hai s\u0103 fugim din muzee scor\u021boase<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci lumea-i afar\u0103, \u00een carne \u0219i oase<\/p>\n

Cu soare, \u0219i ploaie, \u0219i flori de narcis\u0103.<\/p>\n

De sute de ani aga\u021bat\u0103-n perete<\/p>\n

\u00cen van a\u0219tept\u00e2nd leonarzi s\u0103 soseasc\u0103<\/p>\n

Te m\u00e2ng\u00e2i c\u00eend pro\u0219tii, \u0219i to\u021bi gur\u0103-casc\u0103<\/p>\n

Ticsi\u021bi ca orbe\u021bii, \u00ee\u021bi zv\u00e2lr epitete.<\/p>\n

Privirea \u021bi-e z\u00e2mbet, sau ur\u0103 mocnit\u0103,<\/p>\n

Cum mii de docen\u021bi se tot \u021bin s\u0103 explice,<\/p>\n

Dar ce rost au vorbe – distinse, mojice…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd inima ta st\u0103-ntr-un cui r\u0103stignit\u0103?<\/p>\n

Te-a\u0219tept p\u00e2n\u0103-n sear\u0103, la cr\u00e2\u0219ma din drum<\/p>\n

Ce plin-i de lume \u00een carne \u0219i oase<\/p>\n

Desprinde-te ast\u0103zi din luvre scor\u021boase,<\/p>\n

\u0218i m\u00e2ine ne-om pierde \u00een zarea de fum.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Str\u0103in sunt, Doamne<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Str\u0103in sunt, Doamne, de p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u0218i nici de cer n-am stare<\/p>\n

Dar ascultai al T\u0103u cuv\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

\u0219i-n fa\u021ba Ta plecat…<\/p>\n

Durerea lumii-n ruga mea<\/p>\n

se zbate tot mai tare,<\/p>\n

\u0218i pentru ea cer\u0219esc acu’<\/p>\n

la Tine-ngenunchiat.<\/p>\n

Ci iart\u0103 Tu, f\u0103r\u0103 obol,<\/p>\n

suipatul, biciul, spinii<\/p>\n

Unul e orb, un altui-i gol,<\/p>\n

iar altul tic\u0103los.<\/p>\n

Ei n-au habar, nu \u0219tiu ce fac,<\/p>\n

vremelnicii… meschinii…<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-i retezi, jelesc acu’…,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu le \u021bii ponos.<\/p>\n

Ci poate le mai d\u0103 un an,<\/p>\n

la ei m-oi duce iar\u0103<\/p>\n

Uda-voi dragoste noian<\/p>\n

\u0219i poate m-or primi.<\/p>\n

\u00cei voi plivi cu bl\u00e2nd cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

ca-n Tine s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103<\/p>\n

Rodi-vor oare \u00eenspre \u00cenalt?<\/p>\n

Sau iar m-or r\u0103stigni…<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/h3>\n

\u00a0P\u0102\u0218IND PE O FRUNZ\u0102 DE CRISTAL<\/h3>\n

P\u0103\u0219eam pe o frunz\u0103 f\u0103cut\u0103 din cristal<\/p>\n

P\u0103\u0219eam cu grij\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 departe de margine.<\/p>\n

Sunetul pa\u0219ilor mei se aduna \u00een melodii, r\u0103sun\u00e2nd ca un glockenspiel<\/p>\n

Una mai frumoas\u0103 ca cealalt\u0103<\/p>\n

Frunza se putea rupe \u00een orice moment, aruncandu-m\u0103 \u00eenspre moarte…<\/p>\n

Dar sunetul pa\u0219ilor mei va suna pentru un timp,<\/p>\n

Uneori fericit, adeseori tragic.<\/p>\n

Al\u021bii, pu\u021bini, \u00eel vor auzi<\/p>\n

Amestec\u00e2ndu-se cu sunetul propriilor lor pa\u0219i.<\/p>\n

Dar Tu…, Tu mi-ai zis:<\/p>\n

Acest sunet, \u00eel voi \u021bine pentru Mine.<\/p>\n

Acest sunet, Mi-l voi aminti pe veci, cu dulcea\u021ba \u0219i am\u0103r\u0103ciunea lui.<\/p>\n

Acest sunet cristalin se va armoniza odata<\/p>\n

Cu sunetul pa\u0219ilor multor altora,<\/p>\n

\u00cen armonie cu cu sunetul univrersului.<\/p>\n

Nu vei mai c\u0103lca \u00eengrijorat pe marginea sub\u021bire a unei frunze de cristal…<\/p>\n

Ci vei p\u0103\u0219i pe str\u0103zile Mele de aur, \u0219i pe trotuarele Mele de diamant.<\/p>\n

Atunci c\u00e2ntecul t\u0103u va r\u0103suna din infinitul luminii,<\/p>\n

\u0218i din ecoul bucuriei \u00eengerilor.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ninge<\/strong><\/h3>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0(lui Jo \u2013 in memoriam)<\/p>\n

Ninge pe triste\u021bea florii din noroi<\/p>\n

Ninge dinspre iarna ce-\u021bi era ursit\u0103<\/p>\n

Ninge printre vise, ninge printre noi<\/p>\n

Ninge dinspre jale inima cernit\u0103<\/p>\n

Ninge cu alai de mor\u021bi \u0219i catifea<\/p>\n

Ninge \u00eentre duminici miercurile toate,<\/p>\n

Ninge dinspre suflet cearc\u0103ne de nea<\/p>\n

Ninge un cimitir \u0219i un clopot care bate<\/p>\n

Ninge pe iubirea mea de compromis<\/p>\n

Ninge \u0219i-\u021bi aduce un s\u0103rut de Iud\u0103<\/p>\n

Ninge c\u00e2nd te arunci cu capul spre abis<\/p>\n

Ninge dintre lacrimi o durere ud\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i s-a dus ninsoarea, florile r\u0103m\u00e2n –<\/p>\n

\u00cen noroiul reav\u0103n – aspre \u0219i divine –<\/p>\n

Numai fulgul iernii \u00een inim\u0103-i st\u0103p\u00e2n<\/p>\n

\u0218i a\u0219teapt\u0103 calm un z\u00e2mbet de la tine.<\/p>\n

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ARM\u0102SARUL AURIU<\/strong><\/h3>\n

P\u0103sc\u00e2ndu-mi nutre\u021bul pe colinele tale<\/p>\n

Pe vremea c\u00e2nd \u021bi-eram arm\u0103sar auriu<\/p>\n

Te-a\u0219teptam frem\u0103t\u00e2nd pe miri\u0219ti sau pe cale,<\/p>\n

\u0218i-apucasem s\u0103 uit de amoruri banale,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00een \u0219a te goleai de un caftan str\u0103veziu.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 f\u0103cuse\u0219i po\u0219ta\u0219 \u00eentre m\u00e2ine \u0219i ieri,<\/p>\n

Peste toamne \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bind jur\u0103mine de\u0219arte,<\/p>\n

Pe la alte caftane ale altor muieri,<\/p>\n

\u021aes\u0103late dorin\u021be peste dulci prim\u0103veri,<\/p>\n

Galop\u00e2nd \u00eenspre via\u021b\u0103, galop\u00e2nd c\u0103tre moarte.<\/p>\n

Iar din goana-mi nebun\u0103 de comisvoiajor<\/p>\n

Sub copite scr\u00e2\u0219nindu-mi, apucate pe-un h\u0103u,<\/p>\n

M\u0103 opream prosternat peste aprinsu-\u021bi bujor,<\/p>\n

Nechez\u00e2nd dup\u0103 nop\u021bi \u0219i-amintirle lor,<\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103 pasc roua sf\u00e2nt\u0103 peste p\u00e2ntecul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Azi \u00eemi mestec nutre\u021bul ferit de regrete,<\/p>\n

Aminitindu-mi de fata cu caftan str\u0103veziu<\/p>\n

Peste \u0219olduri \u0219i umeri, c\u0103l\u0103rind pe-ndelete,<\/p>\n

Ce-i eram roib discret prin poieni indiscrete<\/p>\n

\u0218i-mi a\u0219tept f\u0103r\u0103 lacrimi galopul t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n

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Lacrim\u0103 de Noiembrie<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Te-am dezbr\u0103cat u\u0219or de frunzele toamnei<\/p>\n

cu care te acoperise Cel Atotputernic,\u00a0<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd te-a izgonit din Eden.<\/p>\n

Erai mai frumoas\u0103 de c\u00e2t \u00eemi imaginasem eu\u00a0<\/p>\n

de printre norii amintirilor.<\/p>\n

Mi-ai spus c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi e frig<\/p>\n

\u0219i am ucis un ied<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i fac o jachet\u0103 din blana lui.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-a acceptat soarta f\u0103r\u0103 glas,<\/p>\n

\u00een armonie cu lini\u0219tea\u00a0<\/p>\n

acelei dup\u0103-amiezi ploioase de Noiembrie.<\/p>\n

A \u00eengenunchiat doar,\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00eenchid\u0103 \u00eencet pleoapele<\/p>\n

pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce s\u00e2ngele i se scurgea pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, precum c\u0103derea \u00eenceat\u0103 a unei frunze ruginii<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o p\u0103dure f\u0103r\u0103 v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u021bi-am a\u0219ezat jacheta<\/p>\n

peste umerii cu iz de mere abia culese,<\/p>\n

\u0219i peste s\u00e2nii zmeurii,<\/p>\n

am v\u0103zut lacrima ce \u021bi se prelingea peste obraz.<\/p>\n

Ai \u00eentors u\u0219or fa\u021ba \u0219i \u021bi-ai \u0219ters-o discret,<\/p>\n

cu dosul degetului mic.<\/p>\n

Noiembrie l\u0103crima \u00eempreun\u0103 cu tine.<\/p>\n

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Editor-coordonator \u0219i designer – Diana Ciugureanu-Zlatan<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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