{"id":10754,"date":"2013-02-28T18:20:50","date_gmt":"2013-02-28T18:20:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=10754"},"modified":"2013-02-28T20:48:12","modified_gmt":"2013-02-28T20:48:12","slug":"monica-ilas-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/02\/28\/monica-ilas-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Monica ILA\u0218: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Monica Ila\u0219<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 marea \u00eendoial\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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M<\/strong>area \u00eendoial\u0103 a trecut prin mine<\/p>\n

O<\/strong>chii lumi-alba\u015ftri ard \u015fi m\u0103 fac scrum.<\/p>\n

N<\/strong>inge peste g\u00e2nduri stele albe, fine;<\/p>\n

\u00ce<\/strong>ntr-un alt deceniu umbra lor de fum.<\/p>\n

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C<\/strong>easuri f\u0103r\u0103 ace num\u0103r\u0103 secunde.<\/p>\n

A<\/strong>st\u0103zi cade nordul. M\u00e2ine este acum.<\/p>\n

I<\/strong>ese din gre\u015feal\u0103 taina care-ascunde<\/p>\n

L<\/strong>umea \u00een parfumul gerului postum.<\/p>\n

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A<\/strong>m ales din toate formele rotunde<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u015earpele spiralei ca s\u0103-mi fac alt drum\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

curcubeul din lacuri\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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M\u0103 lumineaz\u0103 culoarea acestei flori<\/p>\n

\u2013 o t\u0103cere rotund\u0103<\/p>\n

ferecat\u0103 \u00een semnele inimii.<\/p>\n

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Ad\u00e2ncimea sufletului \u00eensetat de ger<\/p>\n

\u015fi de ordine cereasc\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eemi dezleag\u0103 enigma degetelor<\/p>\n

care-mi cunosc \u00eenceputul .<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 umile\u015fte gre\u015feala beznelor<\/p>\n

\u015fi s\u0103rb\u0103toarea nervului divin –<\/p>\n

mantie de m\u0103tase peste ochiul de cenu\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n

care arunc\u0103 visele abstracte<\/p>\n

\u00een setea ceasului.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 lumineaz\u0103 imaginea perfect\u0103<\/p>\n

a icoanelor fermecate \u015fi umbra<\/p>\n

curcubeului\u00a0 din lacuri,<\/p>\n

deslu\u015find,<\/p>\n

aproape de fiecare dat\u0103,<\/p>\n

miezul de foc al sentimentelor.<\/p>\n

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(Selectii din volumul \u201c Icoane de aer\u201d de Monica Ilas, aparut la Editura Waldpress 2006, Timisoara)<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00eenserare\u00a0 absolut\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Eram at\u00e2t de solemni<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u00e2t se stingeau \u00een cupole zorile<\/p>\n

iar \u00eenghe\u0163atele icoanele de aer<\/p>\n

se pref\u0103ceau \u00een stoluri de silabe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Eram at\u00e2t de senini<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u00e2t respira\u0163ia str\u0103vezie a clipei<\/p>\n

se pr\u0103bu\u015fea peste \u00eenserarea albastr\u0103<\/p>\n

culeg\u00e2ndu-\u015fi memoria.<\/p>\n

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Deodat\u0103,<\/p>\n

ne-am trezit printre templele cu idoli<\/p>\n

r\u0103t\u0103cind in fiecare gre\u015feal\u0103,<\/p>\n

ca \u015fi cum ne-am fi-nvelit sim\u0163urile<\/p>\n

cu toate cele patru z\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

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Eram at\u00e2t de solemni,<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u00e2t vis\u00e2nd colorat<\/p>\n

nu ne-am mai recunoscut, \u015fi poate<\/p>\n

c\u0103 vom purta mereu,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare or\u0103, \u00een fiecare zi – acela\u015fi nume<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 deslu\u015fim fantoma spiralei<\/p>\n

de \u00eenserarea absolut\u0103 care vine !<\/p>\n

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

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

Dincolo de g\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Dincolo de v\u00e2ntul care m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103luia<\/p>\n

este g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Te pierd prin ochii care \u00eemi r\u0103sfr\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

ceasurile pe r\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

mai mult dec\u00e2t lumina str\u0103vezie.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Teama \u00eemi alung\u0103 somnul…<\/p>\n

Tu e\u015fti lini\u015ftea din care \u00eemi culeg<\/p>\n

lumina pentru firul fiec\u0103rei nop\u0163i.<\/p>\n

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Sun\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd pa\u015fii numelui t\u0103u<\/p>\n

\u015fi ochii p\u0103streaz\u0103 lumina.<\/p>\n

Te a\u015ftept s\u0103 m\u0103 cau\u0163i culeg\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

vorbele tale-cu palmele limpezi.<\/p>\n

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P\u00e2ndesc umbra cuv\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

peste chipul meu \u015fi ecoul m\u00e2inii oarbe<\/p>\n

c\u0103ut\u00e2nd linia curb\u0103 a visului.<\/p>\n

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Peste pleoape a c\u0103zut de mult<\/p>\n

perdeaua de ape tulburi.<\/p>\n

Sub t\u00e2mple \u015fi-au zb\u0103tut aripile albe<\/p>\n

cocorii care se \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n

St\u00e2ncile \u00ee\u015fi pun podoabe str\u0103vezii<\/p>\n

\u015fi nisipul cenu\u015fiu<\/p>\n

se spulber\u0103 peste col\u0163urile tocite.<\/p>\n

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Linia de \u00eendoial\u0103 a orizontului<\/p>\n

se va salva \u00eencet de lumina zilei<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri<\/p>\n

leag\u0103nul valului domolit.<\/p>\n

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Acum, dac\u0103 \u00eentind un an peste timp,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc cu un secol \u00een urm\u0103<\/p>\n

pe marginea acelora\u015fi g\u00e2nduri,<\/p>\n

alb\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 izvorul unde cerbii<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi leap\u0103d\u0103 ochii ascu\u0163i\u0163i, f\u0103r\u0103 suflare.<\/p>\n

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Astfel \u00eemi este \u00een g\u00e2ndul venit<\/p>\n

mai din ad\u00e2nc dec\u00e2t lumina, r\u0103mas<\/p>\n

mai departe dec\u00e2t t\u0103cerile…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ca apa m-ai cuprins \u00eenvolburat.<\/p>\n

\u00cen taina mea m-am r\u0103t\u0103cit de tine.<\/p>\n

E clipa \u00een care m\u0103 pierd.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Voi pl\u00e2nge l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine<\/p>\n

\u015fi nu voi \u00een\u0163elege de ce m\u0103 caut<\/p>\n

\u00een clipe \u015fi \u00een cuvinte…<\/p>\n

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

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

Deasupra stelelor<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat ca la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t<\/p>\n

al toamnei portocalii<\/p>\n

s\u0103 g\u0103sim norii calzi aplec\u00e2ndu-\u015fi<\/p>\n

fruntea \u2013 peste lanurile de rou\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi peste focurile mute ale st\u00e2ncilor.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen\u0163elepciunea stelelor viscolea<\/p>\n

spirala\u00a0 – devenit\u0103 pentru \u00eenc\u0103<\/p>\n

un sfert de veac \u2013 lacrima iubirii<\/p>\n

noastre.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ca o culoare biruitoare \u2013 noaptea<\/p>\n

r\u0103scolea destinul trupului t\u0103u<\/p>\n

\u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 asculte mirarea<\/p>\n

ultimelor semne \u00een\u0163elepte<\/p>\n

de dincolo \u015fi de deasupra<\/p>\n

\u00eenfloririi noastre prim\u0103v\u0103ratice !<\/p>\n

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S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat ca lini\u015ftea punctelor<\/p>\n

s\u0103 ne str\u0103bat\u0103 amiezile<\/p>\n

c\u0103zute din oglinzi \u2013 pentru \u0163ipetele<\/p>\n

\u015fi semnele de \u00eentrebare<\/p>\n

ale muzicii de deasupra stelelor !<\/p>\n

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Ca o culoare biruitoare<\/p>\n

voi r\u0103s\u0103ri de fiecare dat\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd furtunile din clepsidre<\/p>\n

vor r\u0103scoli sunetul \u00eenfloririi noastre !<\/p>\n

\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

(Selectii din volumul \u201ePloaie Albastra \u201e de Monica Ilas, tiparit la Editura Marineasa 2006, Timisoara)<\/em><\/p>\n

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z e u\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 t r i s t<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

In furtuna boreala, ne rugam,<\/p>\n

de fiecare \u00a0\u00a0l i t e r a\u00a0\u00a0 inteleapta –<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u00e3-si ciopleasca, in\u00a0 miezul oval,<\/p>\n

u n\u00a0\u00a0 s u f l e t\u00a0\u00a0 v e r d e ,<\/p>\n

cu infatisare lacoma si clinchet<\/p>\n

s t r a v e z i u…<\/p>\n

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Le\u00a0 alungeam\u00a0\u00a0 m i l e n i i l o r\u00a0 –<\/p>\n

a r i p i l e\u00a0\u00a0 c a l i g r a f i a t e<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca s\u00e3\u00a0 isi poat\u00e3 urma destinul<\/p>\n

inspre zapezile\u00a0 \u00a0n e a d o r m i t e<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0de\u00a0 umbrele\u00a0\u00a0 s e n i n e.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Gerul era ca un gand, fiindca ardea !<\/p>\n

Dincolo –<\/p>\n

\u00a0i n\u00a0\u00a0 m a r e t i a\u00a0\u00a0 b o r e a l a –<\/strong><\/p>\n

licarea, pe o mantinela\u00a0 ninsa,<\/p>\n

stafia solemna a stelei polare,<\/p>\n

iar –\u00a0 linistea\u00a0 cea bolnava de\u00a0\u00a0 v i s –<\/p>\n

din strafundul ecoului,\u00a0 se prelingea<\/p>\n

r a s u n a n d\u00a0\u00a0 a b a t u t a,<\/p>\n

precum\u00a0 judecata\u00a0 zeului\u00a0 t r i s t .<\/strong><\/p>\n

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zapezi de tei<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

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

Obositi de cuvinte, am chemat cerul<\/p>\n

sa isi rostogoleasca palmele,<\/p>\n

d i n\u00a0\u00a0 z a p e z i\u00a0\u00a0 d e\u00a0\u00a0 t e i<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>peste obrazul suav al sferelor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Am ramas agatati printre turle mute<\/p>\n

si\u00a0\u00a0 a d j e c t i v e…<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nu ne mai varsam printre tipetele<\/p>\n

\u00a0c a t e d r a l e l o r<\/strong><\/p>\n

si nu ne mai nasteam in zodii<\/p>\n

d e\u00a0\u00a0 a r g i n t,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>precum infatisarile fara contur<\/p>\n

ale timpului, pierdute in scrumul<\/p>\n

\u00a0s c o i c i l o r…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Marea verticala ne-a chemat pe fiecare<\/p>\n

sa patrundem dincolo de marginea<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0a l g e l o r,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>dar mai obositi de cuvinte ne inchinam<\/p>\n

c e r c u l u i<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0s<\/strong>i ii ceream, pe mai departe – gloria<\/p>\n

\u00a0z a p e z i l o r\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 g a n d i t o a r e…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 v i s a m<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

Visam atat de limpede un mugur<\/p>\n

incat ii desluseam pleoapa<\/p>\n

de sub care vor\u00a0 clipi – verde –<\/p>\n

\u00a0i c o a n e\u00a0\u00a0 de aer,\u00a0\u00a0 i n a l t a n d<\/strong><\/p>\n

a n o t i m p u r i l e.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Visam deslusit –\u00a0 o\u00a0 intamplare –<\/strong><\/p>\n

se facea ca\u00a0 dintr-o\u00a0 greseala,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ramasesera numai resturile ei<\/p>\n

cu\u00a0 o lacrima si cu un miez colorat –<\/p>\n

… ca ne chemau sa\u00a0 pastram,<\/strong><\/p>\n

i n cea mai\u00a0 tainica\u00a0 m i r a r e.<\/p>\n

faraonii si\u00a0 N i l u l\u00a0 cel dinafara,<\/p>\n

pasarile, calatorind,<\/p>\n

\u00a0p r i n\u00a0\u00a0 i n l a u n t r u l\u00a0\u00a0 nostru<\/strong><\/p>\n

g a n d i t o r,<\/strong><\/p>\n

marea cu pesti<\/p>\n

si curcubeul\u00a0 s u b\u00a0 care domneste<\/p>\n

singuratatea !<\/p>\n

Visam atat de limpede\u00a0 o\u00a0 rana<\/strong><\/p>\n

cosmica <\/strong>\u00a0desenata\u00a0 cu\u00a0 sange<\/strong><\/p>\n

si o linie rupta –\u00a0 viteza luminii<\/p>\n

i n c a t …<\/p>\n

Visam,\u00a0 cand\u00a0\u00a0 ne-am\u00a0 trezit !<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

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

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 s e\u00a0\u00a0 i n t a m p l a<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

Voi sta alaturi de gandul tau<\/p>\n

\u00a0in\u00a0 g e r u l\u00a0\u00a0 i m p e r i a l.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>Pierde-ma – ecou\u00a0 de sticla –<\/p>\n

si sculpteaza-mi – ca pe o zvelta<\/p>\n

coloana dorica –\u00a0 b a t a i a\u00a0 inimii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Incoroneaza-ma,<\/strong> odata cu<\/p>\n

\u00a0e r o a r e a<\/strong>\u00a0 plansului altora<\/p>\n

sub greutatea strabuna a cerului;<\/p>\n

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nu starni sufletul fluturilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca sa-mi ameninte \u00a0p l e c a r e a.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Intinde bratul si arata-mi<\/p>\n

ce ascunde \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0petala\u00a0 cenusie\u00a0 a\u00a0 ziguratului…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A d i c a\u00a0 –<\/strong><\/p>\n

i n t e l e p t u l\u00a0\u00a0 d e s e r t<\/strong><\/p>\n

si furtunile nisipurilor din clepsidre…<\/p>\n

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si \u00a0misterul de piatra al templului<\/strong><\/p>\n

in care odihneste\u00a0 –\u00a0 mumia incendiat\u00e3<\/p>\n

a ultimului fulg de zapada.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00a0Monica Ila\u0219<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0(Selectii din volumul de versuri \u201cZapezi abstracte\u201d de Monica Ilas, tiparit la Editura Marineasa 2000, Timisoara)<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\"\"<\/p>\n

\u00a0Monica Ila\u0219<\/em><\/p>\n

Contur<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

C\u00e2nd fluturii sunt doar contur<\/p>\n

si curg spre filele veline<\/p>\n

se spune ca prin gerul pur<\/p>\n

vin magi de seara sa se-nchine…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd fluturii sunt la apus<\/p>\n

si trecem – doi – prin ceata fina,<\/p>\n

tu ma \u00eentrebi daca ti-am spus<\/p>\n

taina ramasa pentru cina…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

…si daca-n gerul cel mai pur<\/p>\n

vor prinde fluturii contur.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00een vechi acord<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

E un blestem de fluturi tristi<\/p>\n

acest cuv\u00e2nt venit din cer…<\/p>\n

Si bucuria ca existi<\/p>\n

e ger \u00een g\u00e2nd, arz\u00e2nd mister…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Si clopotele care bat<\/p>\n

si pasarile dinspre nord,<\/p>\n

ecoul \u00eenca luminat,<\/p>\n

pianul alb \u00een vechi acord…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cuv\u00e2ntul e ad\u00e2ncul trist<\/p>\n

si bucuria ca exist…!<\/p>\n

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

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

tacere alba<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Rasunam albastru pe \u00eenalta mare…<\/p>\n

mai era durerea desenata fin,<\/p>\n

drumul \u00eenspre mine, semnul de-ntrebare,<\/p>\n

sfera de tacere alba-a unui crin!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rasunam albastru si \u00eenalta mare<\/p>\n

\u00eemi spunea pe nume, ma ruga c\u00e2nd vin<\/p>\n

sa ard \u00een tacere si din \u00eent\u00e2mplare<\/p>\n

sa ram\u00e2na-n lume ad\u00e2nc maiputin…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

…Eu – durerea albastra desenata fin!<\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

Trist<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Sa nu fii trista, azi sunt trist;<\/p>\n

am cu o frunza mai putin…<\/p>\n

Sunt foarte trist fiindca exist<\/p>\n

\u00een chiar aroma mea de crin!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sa fii frumoasa, daca sunt<\/p>\n

de trei petale \u00eempartit,<\/p>\n

daca \u00een gerul din cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

sunt fiul tau dezmostenit!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(Mi-a spus, azi, crinul meu cel sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

alb viscolit. Eu nu mai sunt!)\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

Iarna<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u00cen vers e pustiu si racoare,<\/p>\n

pe mari, arde ger absolut;<\/p>\n

se pierd continentele-n zare<\/p>\n

cu ultimul sfert de minut…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunt prima, deci ultima rana<\/p>\n

deschisa. Pe albul altar,<\/p>\n

port bezna \u00een loc de coroana…<\/p>\n

si sunt doar cuv\u00e2nt! Si dispar…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cesc \u00een imaginea ta<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

M\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cesc \u00een imaginea ta<\/p>\n

ca \u00eentr-o c\u00e2mpie alb\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 \u015ftiu tremur de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

De mult am cobor\u00e2t \u00eentre ecouri<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 apropii vin\u0103 a nop\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u015fi-\u0163i aduc bucuria de-o clip\u0103<\/p>\n

a unei noi dimine\u0163i.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 ascund \u00een imaginea ta<\/p>\n

ca \u00eentr-o minune \u015fi m\u0103 \u015ftiu<\/p>\n

pas\u0103rea drumului uitat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Singur\u0103 am r\u0103mas printre alge<\/p>\n

\u015fi scoici – un stol peste mare<\/p>\n

crescut cu o alt\u0103 mare peste el<\/p>\n

purt\u00e2nd gustul de nisip \u015fi culori,<\/p>\n

pentru teama \u015fi ad\u00e2ncul g\u00e2ndului t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 simt, \u00een imaginea ta,<\/p>\n

trestie fr\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul nu m\u0103 mai \u00eendoaie,<\/p>\n

cerul m\u0103 pierde \u00een sine,<\/p>\n

ochii \u00een privire, soarele nu m\u0103 arde…<\/p>\n

\u00cenf\u0103\u015foar\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A\u015fa cum sunt ascuns\u0103, dincolo de zi,<\/p>\n

m-am reg\u0103sit<\/p>\n

\u00een m\u0103nunchiul de l\u0103ncii<\/p>\n

– ramur\u0103 de m\u0103ce\u015f<\/p>\n

\u00een puterea ta, vr\u0103jitorule…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Arunc\u0103-\u0163i ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul de ziu\u0103!<\/p>\n

Ambrozie sau venin<\/p>\n

mi-ai picurat \u00een s\u0103rut?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pierdut\u0103, voi a\u015ftepta la intrarea<\/p>\n

\u00een imaginea ta,<\/p>\n

fulgerat\u0103 de o lance de p\u0103s\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

(Selectii din volumul de versuri \u201cSecretul Spiralei\u201d, de Monica Ilas, tiparit la Editura Augusta 2001, Timisoara<\/em>}<\/p>\n

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