{"id":13227,"date":"2013-06-11T08:46:50","date_gmt":"2013-06-11T08:46:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=13227"},"modified":"2013-06-11T08:47:33","modified_gmt":"2013-06-11T08:47:33","slug":"cezarina-adamescu-lumea-vazuta-prin-cel-de-al-treilea-ochi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/06\/11\/cezarina-adamescu-lumea-vazuta-prin-cel-de-al-treilea-ochi\/","title":{"rendered":"Cezarina Adamescu: Lumea v\u0103zut\u0103 prin cel de-al treilea ochi"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00cenc\u0103 de la prima poezie prezent\u0103 \u00een volumul de fa\u0163\u0103, Teo Cabel se dovede\u015fte un intuitiv. De\u015fi ochii nu-i sunt \u00eendeajuns, urechile prea pu\u0163ine, el a descoperit, prin intui\u0163ie, cum s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103-\u015fi descopere universul: \u201eOchii mei, ferestre prin care \/ Nu Te v\u0103d niciodat\u0103…\/\/ Te simt \/ \u015ei nu \u015ftiu unde \/ S\u0103 ar\u0103t cu m\u00e2na!\u201d (Ferestre)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Este vorba, desigur, despre Dumnezeu care se afl\u0103 \u00een fiecare din noi, nu-L vedem, dar \u00eel sim\u0163im prezent, \u00een toat\u0103 fiin\u0163a, de la \u00eenceput \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. \u00cen acela\u015fi timp, se simte privit ca printr-un ochean, de Ochiul Treimic, de care nimeni nu se poate ascunde.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Un timp l\u0103untric, intim, un fel de acas\u0103 al sentimentelor tr\u0103ie\u015fte poetul (ca orice poet!) \u2013 al\u0103turi de timpul material \u00een care se afl\u0103, conven\u0163ional, ACUM \u015eI AICI, al\u0103turi de cei de acela\u015fi neam \u015fi s\u00e2nge: \u201eEu vie\u0163uiesc \u00een dou\u0103 timpuri, \/ Primul, numai al meu. \/ Timp de zbucium, \/ Timp de erou f\u0103r\u0103 redute cecerite…\/\/ Al doilea, cel care m-a n\u0103scut, \/ Devine mai mare, cu c\u00e2t \u00eel num\u0103r… \/\/ Dac\u0103 opresc num\u0103rarea \/ Mu\u015fc\u0103 din mine \/ Ca o fiar\u0103…\u201d (Confesiune).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Sub obl\u0103duirea acelea\u015fi bl\u00e2nde lumini, fiecare \u00ee\u015fi duce existen\u0163a pe propriul f\u0103ga\u015f \u015fi \u00eencear\u0103 s\u0103 fac\u0103 lumin\u0103 dup\u0103 propria ardere. C\u0103 e doar un muc de lum\u00e2nare p\u00e2lp\u00e2ind\u0103, c\u0103 e o p\u0103l\u0103laie care atrage viet\u0103\u0163ile nop\u0163ii, lumina de sine se consum\u0103 \u00eencet sau dintr-o suflare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen lumina ta trebuie s\u0103 p\u0103trund\u0103 c\u00e2t mai multe spirite congenere, altfel, \u00een zadar se consum\u0103, doar pentru sine.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ca s\u0103 lumineze c\u00e2t mai mult \u00een jur, Teo Cabel a str\u00e2ns vreascuri de lumin\u0103, cenu\u015fa focului sacru (cel f\u0103r\u0103 de fum \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de scrum), \u015fi cu amnar \u015fi iasc\u0103 \u00eente\u0163e\u015fte fl\u0103c\u0103ruia, de\u015fi uneori \u00eei arde lui \u00eensu\u015fi sufletul, inima, degetele, ochii. \u015ei cui i-ar fi de folos aceast\u0103 lumin\u0103? Celor cinci urma\u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2nteni care se \u00eenc\u0103lzesc \u00een jurul focului s\u0103u?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ce l-ar determina, \u00eendeob\u015fte, pe un om \u00eemplinit, s\u0103-\u015fi aduc\u0103 prinosul de suflet, s\u0103-l f\u0103r\u00e2mi\u0163eze \u015fi s\u0103-l \u00eempart\u0103? Ce ecou ar avea \u00een familie, care de obicei, pune pre\u0163 pe cele lume\u015fti, dar fiecare se simte stingher \u015fi str\u0103in \u00een vecin\u0103tatea celuilalt? E vorba de acea \u201esingur\u0103tate \u00een doi\u201d,<\/em> singur\u0103tate-mpreun\u0103, \u201estr\u0103in\u0103tate\u201d\u00a0 (cu sens de \u00eenstr\u0103inare) eminescian\u0103 cu care se confrunt\u0103 omul zilelor noastre.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De aceea, omul \u00a0caut\u0103 un loc unde s\u0103 simt\u0103 el \u00eensu\u015fi. E greu de g\u0103sit. Peste tot, \u00eel strive\u015fte aglomera\u0163ia. Nici un loc liber de visat, de contemplat, de tr\u0103it cu propriile g\u00e2nduri. \u00cens\u0103, Poezia poate fi acel loc de tain\u0103, este construit din jind peste jind, din acel dor-f\u0103r\u0103-sa\u0163iu, cum genial s-a exprimat Emil Botta.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cemplinirea, satura\u0163ia, nu te duc la poezie, ci te trag la somn, \u00een bra\u0163ele molatece ale iubirii. Nici o vraj\u0103, nici o emo\u0163ie. Ferestre z\u0103vor\u00e2te. Doar c\u0103ut\u0103ri \u015fi \u00eentreb\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 solu\u0163ie.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Exist\u0103 \u00een aceast\u0103 caravan\u0103 condus\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 \u015fi o c\u0103utare a celuilalt \u015fi chiar o ie\u015fire \u00een \u00eent\u00e2mpinare. Dar ea dureaz\u0103, vai, foarte pu\u0163in, dureaz\u0103 c\u00e2t O G\u0102SIRE. G\u0103sirea e punctul forte, dar \u00een acela\u015fi timp, moartea sentimentului. R\u0103m\u00e2ne drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 acolo. Starea de febrilitate, de ardere, de emo\u0163ie dus\u0103 la paroxism, sunt n\u0103sc\u0103toare de st\u0103ri lirice autentice.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ce-i r\u0103m\u00e2ne poetului? R\u0103t\u0103cirea printre \u201eplopii f\u0103r\u0103 de so\u0163\u201d, prin codrul stingher, pe c\u0103r\u0103ri pustiite, chiar dup\u0103 ce \u201epaznicul \u00eenchide por\u0163ile\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Teo Cabel tr\u0103ie\u015fte, paradoxal, drama \u201ealerg\u0103torului de curs\u0103 lung\u0103\u201d,<\/em> \u00een c\u0103utarea acelei iubiri care se stinge pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce se aprinde. Poate de aceea spune: \u201eHoin\u0103resc \/ dintr-o galaxie \/ \u00een alta\u201d (Pic\u0103turi de cer).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>De ce hoin\u0103re\u015fte omul? Fiindc\u0103 nu se simte \u00een largul lui acas\u0103 \u015fi i se pare c\u0103 \u00een\u00a0 lume, lucrurile ar sta altfel. Nu stau. Acelea\u015fi drame pretutindeni. O continu\u0103 c\u0103utare, neobosit\u0103 \u015fi obositoare. Acel ceva<\/em><\/strong> nu se las\u0103 lesne g\u0103sit. Spre final, cu f\u0103clia \u00eenc\u0103 aprins\u0103, o pred\u0103 celuilalt maratonist, s-o duc\u0103 mai departe. Alte c\u0103ut\u0103ri, alte popasuri, al\u0163i oameni. Ceva \u00eens\u0103, din r\u0103d\u0103cini, r\u0103zbate p\u00e2n\u0103 la mugur. Ceva pl\u0103p\u00e2nd, \u00eenaripat \u015fi sacru, ceva ce trebuie p\u0103zit \u015fi ad\u0103ugat, cu propria fiin\u0163\u0103. E poezia, cea care \u00eencurajeaz\u0103 soarele s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 \u015fi femeia s\u0103 nasc\u0103. A\u015fa a spus fratele nostru Grigore Vieru, domnul cel mai iubit din republicile moldovene\u015fti ale poeziei. Unii o g\u0103sesc, o cultiv\u0103 \u015fi se bucur\u0103 de parfumul ei. Al\u0163ii nu.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Teo Cabel a g\u0103sit-o \u015fi se \u00eenfrupt\u0103 din ea. Poemele lui, unele cu tent\u0103 aforistic\u0103, stau m\u0103rturie. El este un \u201esuflet fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u201d<\/em> dup\u0103 certitudini. Certitudinile \u00eent\u00e2rzie. Trebuie s\u0103pat ad\u00e2nc ca s\u0103 dai de vreuna. Sudoare \u015fi lacrimi. Uneori s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Deseori, dep\u0103rtarea se face ocean \u015fi poetul, aflat \u00een \u201et\u0103cerea g\u00e2ndurilor\u201d \u2013<\/em> unde \u201espumegau talazuri\u201d,<\/em> constat\u0103: \u201eNu mai \u015ftiam cine sunt \/ Nici nu \u015ftiam dincotro\u201d. <\/em>Dar, starea aceasta de \u00eenstr\u0103inare nu dureaz\u0103 o ve\u015fnicie, pentru c\u0103 \u201eO lumin\u0103 orbitoare \/Mi-a ridicat orizontul \/ pe vertical\u0103\u201d<\/em> (Translare)<\/em><\/strong> \u2013 spre \u00een\u0103l\u0163imile spiritului. \u015ei aici,poate, e \u015fansa fiec\u0103ruia dintre noi.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Teo Cabel este un poet diurn. \u00cen dihotomia noapte-ziu\u0103, c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103 mereu \u2013 diminea\u0163a \u2013 un nou \u00eenceput, de fiecare dat\u0103, un nou \u00eenceput. Totul se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 azi, ziua \u00een amiaza mare, pe tipsia zilei, \u00eentr-o zi sau c\u00e2nd \u201eA \u00eenceput ziua s\u0103 se fac\u0103 \/ Precum ochiul pisicii noaptea\u201d (Prim\u0103vara), <\/strong><\/em>\u015f.a.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ori, \u201e\u00cen prag de r\u0103s\u0103rit\u201d<\/em> \u2013 care nu e altceva dec\u00e2t: \u201eRitualul ochiului \/ De-a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a \/ S\u0103 se deschid\u0103\u201d. (R\u0103s\u0103ritul).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Amintirile sunt resturi din carnea zilei de Azi: \u201eAmintirile trosnesc \u00een inima mea \/ Juc\u0103u\u015fe ca un joc dogorind din ieri\u201d (\u015eapte zile p\u00e2n\u0103 la Cr\u0103ciun). <\/strong><\/em>Poetul precizeaz\u0103, ca s\u0103 nu se i\u015fte confuzii: \u201eNu poate fi vorba de azi…,niciodat\u0103 amintirile \/ Nu sunt de azi\u201d (\u015eapte zile p\u00e2n\u0103 la Cr\u0103ciun).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Multe poeme au \u00een centru, precum un medalion, figura luminoas\u0103 a tat\u0103lui, un \u00eenving\u0103tor al ultimei clipe, de la care autorul a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at ce e iubirea \u015fi cum trebuie transmis\u0103 urma\u015filor. Amintirea tat\u0103lui este at\u00e2t de vie \u00eenc\u00e2t poetului i se pare c\u0103 uneori, trece pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, \u00eei simte prezen\u0163a.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cu toate c\u0103 e un poet solar, poezia lui Teo Cabel este nostalgic\u0103, se simte \u00een ea un soi de blazare, zbatere, uneori chiar o letargie, b\u00e2ntuie amintiri-fantome, \u201e\u00centr-un viitor f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte\u201d,<\/em> ceva din \u201ecutia Pandorei<\/em>\u201d, apatia norilor, rece, \u201epe tipsia zilei\u201d<\/em>; urme de pa\u015fi pe alei pustii, amintirile care se \u00eentorc mereu la acelea\u015fi cuiburi, precum p\u0103s\u0103rile prim\u0103vara, care nu sunt altceva dec\u00e2t \u201etablouri f\u0103r\u0103 semn\u0103tur\u0103<\/em>\u201d; un \u201etimp de zbucium, \/timp de erou f\u0103r\u0103 redute cucerite\u201d; \u201eDurerea crengilor care \/Trosnesc sub indiferen\u0163a pa\u015filor…\u201d (Zi de toamn\u0103),<\/strong> <\/em>mult\u0103 nelini\u015fte, vinovate tenta\u0163ii, frigul uit\u0103rii, \u0163ipetele p\u0103s\u0103rilor \u015fi mult\u0103 p\u00e2cl\u0103. Tablouri destul de sumbre. Dar tot autorul g\u0103se\u015fte explica\u0163ia: \u201eDe sufletul poetului \/ Nu se intereseaz\u0103 nimeni, \/ Uneori nici el. \/\/ \u00cel d\u0103 celorlal\u0163i\u201d (Nu-l \u00eentreab\u0103 nimeni).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cu toate acestea, \u00eentr-o zi\u00a0 sf\u00e2nt\u0103, zi de post negru, \u201eDin prohod \/ Se na\u015fte marea, pe care \/ Plute\u015fte corabia speran\u0163ei. \/\/ Miroase a p\u0103m\u00e2nt reav\u0103n…\/ \u00cen sufletul meu a \u00eenflorit \/ M\u0103slinul…\u201d (Vinerea Mare).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>\u015ei de aici, nu mai e dec\u00e2t un pas, pe care poetul\u00a0 \u00eel str\u0103bate \u201e\u00cen c\u0103utarea PARADISULUI PIERDUT\u201d (Istoria lui de c\u00e2nd p\u00e2n\u0103 unde).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>\u00cen volum exist\u0103 \u015fi un fel de parabol\u0103 a c\u0103derii omului, intitulat\u0103: \u201eC\u0103derea\u201d:<\/em><\/strong> \u201e\u00cen gr\u0103dina raiului erau \/ (Printre altele) \/ Dou\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri: ispita \u015fi ascultarea. \/ C\u00e2nd Adam a prins-o pe prima, \/ Cealalt\u0103 a zburat,,,\/\/ A\u015fa a \u00eenceput drama oamenilor!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Poetul \u015ftie \u00eens\u0103 c\u0103: \u201eVirtu\u0163ile-s cuvinte, tr\u0103irile \u2013 pun\u0163i!\u201d (Exerci\u0163iu).<\/strong><\/em> Drept pentru care, Teo Cabel exerseaz\u0103 virtu\u0163ile \u015fi face din propriile tr\u0103iri \u2013 pun\u0163i c\u0103tre oameni. Nu e mai pu\u0163in adev\u0103rat c\u0103 virtutea rug\u0103ciunii \u00eel ajut\u0103 s\u0103 se descopere \u015fi s\u0103 intre \u00een dialog cu divinitatea. \u00cen rug\u0103ciune caut\u0103 \u015fi lini\u015ftea, de\u015fi\u00a0 \u00een suflet se isc\u0103 un \u201er\u0103zboi nev\u0103zut…\/ G\u00e2ndul \/ Se zbate \u015fi strig\u0103-ndelung!\u201d (Nev\u0103zut, r\u0103zboiul).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Autorul are \u00een unele versuri, scurte \u00eendemnuri, la vocativ, ca ni\u015fte lozinci: \u201eInspir\u0103 ad\u00e2nc!\u201d \u201eMergi<\/em>\u201d ; \u201eIntra\u0163i\u201d<\/em> \u015f.a., <\/em>\u00a0cu rol mobilizator, benefic. Versurile au, \u00een mare parte, o tent\u0103 spiritual\u0103 \u015fi chiar religioas\u0103 \u015fi unele au tent\u0103 aforistic\u0103, pilduitoare, \u00a0pornind de la adev\u0103rurile evanghelice existente \u00een c\u0103r\u0163ile de profil. Excluz\u00e2nd caracterul pedagogic, moralizator, ele sunt mici aplica\u0163ii la Cartea C\u0103r\u0163ilor, pentru ca pericopele \u015fi versetele, s\u0103 fie mai bine \u00een\u0163elese \u015fi chiar \u00eensu\u015fite. Acesta este marele merit al liricii lui Teo Cabel: profunzimea \u015fi spiritualitatea. De\u015fi e o poezie a simplit\u0103\u0163ii \u015fi directe\u0163ei, cu o oarecare economie a mijloacelor de expresie, \u00een cuvinte aparent banale, nec\u0103utate, sau poate de aceea, ea se aseam\u0103n\u0103 cu acele apoftegme din care extragi \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103turi \u015fi sfaturi bune pentru via\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Un exemplu, poemul \u201ePhoenix\u201d:<\/strong> \u201eSe surp\u0103 mun\u0163ii \u00een lava din ad\u00e2ncul lor. \/ Cuvintele prind aripi salv\u00e2ndu-ne \/ De frigul nerostirii, de iluzia iubirii, \/Cuib f\u0103c\u00e2nd sub strea\u015fina tainei…\/\/ Ad\u00e2ncul \u00eencepe s\u0103 fiarb\u0103 \/ Resuscitat de cuvinte, (Banalitatea-i \u00een\u015fel\u0103toare moarte,) \/ Noaptea dispare topit\u0103 \u00een zori \/ Pe chipul t\u0103u apare soarele \/ Ca \u00een icoane…\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>O poezie aparent bl\u00e2nd\u0103, care nu provoac\u0103 ravagii suflete\u015fti, dar care poate fi patetic\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2\u015fiere: \u201eCuvintele mele rup din tine buc\u0103\u0163i. \/Atunci te v\u0103d…\/M\u00e2inile \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 pentru \/ A \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163i. \/\/ Tr\u0103ind sensuri pe care mi le \u00eenchipui \/ M\u0103 lovesc de cel care nu le tr\u0103ie\u015fte – \/ \u00cenv\u0103\u0163 s\u0103 m\u0103 doar\u0103 \u015fi sensurile lui. \/\/ Realitate. \/\/ Forma lebedei c\u00e2nt\u0103, \/ Pulsul inimii recit\u0103 \/ \u015ei moartea-\u015fi rupe coasa \/ \u00centr-o st\u00e2nc\u0103 de iubire.\u201d\u00a0 (Sculptur\u0103).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Motive care dau de g\u00e2ndit sunt pretutindeni. Iat\u0103: \u201eZiua, o antic\u0103 scen\u0103\u201d, \u201ez\u00e2mbetele \/ Ascund nuan\u0163e maligne, \/ Verbele mieroase, nevinovate plante carnivore\u201d; …\u201dAburul celui f\u0103r\u0103 lumin\u0103 \/ \u00ce\u015fi poart\u0103 ochii ca pe o otrav\u0103 \u015fi arde totul \u00een jur. \/\/ \u00cen cer, o gaur\u0103 prin care vine noaptea…\/ C\u00e2nd se nasc prunci, lumina coboar\u0103 cu ei…\/\/ Cu toate acestea, \/Pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/ vie\u0163uie\u015fte prihana!\u201d (Gaur\u0103 \u00een cer).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Practic\u00e2nd versul liber, Teo Cabel \u015fi-a format un stil oarecum epic, nu lipsit \u00eens\u0103 de ritm \u015fi de eufonii. \u00cel ajut\u0103 metaforele folosite \u015fi celelalte mijloace de stil, uzitate \u00eens\u0103, cu parcimonie.\u00a0 Exist\u0103 \u015fi defini\u0163ii admirabile, de pild\u0103 cea a durerii: \u201eDa, durerea e o femeie frumoas\u0103\u201d (Romantic\u0103).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Iat\u0103 \u015fi o c\u00e2teva versuri admirabile: \u201eMiresele-n rochii dospeau prin dantele, \/ Castelul, la poart\u0103, \u0163intea cavalerul, \/ Din stele f\u0103cur\u0103m doar simple caiele, \/ Iubirii s\u0103-i smulgem prin noapte misterul…\/ \u015ei-apoi, diminea\u0163a, cu lapte pe mas\u0103, \/ \u015eoptim \u00eeng\u00e2n\u00e2nd: durerea-i frumoas\u0103!\u201d (Romantic\u0103).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>\u015ei o perfect\u0103 defini\u0163ie a iubirii: \u201e…Un pustnic \/ Ad\u00e2ncit \u00een rug\u0103ciune, \/ Noaptea, se arde pe sine…\u201d (Iubire).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Poemele lui Teo Cabel, aceste tablouri cu semn\u0103tur\u0103, simple transcrip\u0163ii nude ale unor st\u0103ri pe care poetul le \u00eencearc\u0103, \u00eentr-o stare de necesitate liric\u0103, aduc o und\u0103 luminoas\u0103 \u00een universul tot mai \u00eentunecat al omului care \u015fi-a pierdut demult reperele \u015fi orbec\u0103ie, afund\u00e2ndu-se \u00een labirintul cel f\u0103r\u0103 ie\u015fire. Cu firul Ariadnei, autorul \u00eencearc\u0103 ie\u015firea \u015fi le arat\u0103 \u015fi altora drumul, \u0163in\u00e2ndu-i de m\u00e2n\u0103. Deseori, el \u00eensu\u015fi se face f\u0103clie pentru aceasta.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 29 APRILIE 2013<\/p>\n

(TEO CABEL, Tablouri f\u0103r\u0103 semn\u0103tur\u0103<\/em><\/strong>, Editura LORILAV, 2010)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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