{"id":16546,"date":"2013-12-01T09:13:51","date_gmt":"2013-12-01T09:13:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=16546"},"modified":"2013-12-01T09:54:44","modified_gmt":"2013-12-01T09:54:44","slug":"cateva-ganduri-de-ziua-tarii-si-a-neamului-meu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/12\/01\/cateva-ganduri-de-ziua-tarii-si-a-neamului-meu\/","title":{"rendered":"“C\u00e2teva g\u00e2nduri de ziua \u021b\u0103rii \u0219i a neamului meu” via George Anca"},"content":{"rendered":"

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UN PAYS<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Un pays qui m’est tr\u00e8s cher<\/p>\n

Nous sommes le premier d\u00e9cembre et je voudrais partager avec vous la journ\u00e9e nationale de la Roumanie, un pays qui m’est tr\u00e8s cher !<\/p>\n

A vous, \u00e0 vos proches, \u00e0 votre pays, je souhaite de tout coeur du bonheur et la r\u00e9alisation de vos ambitions les plus l\u00e9gitimes !<\/p>\n

La multi ani<\/p>\n

Live simply. Love generously.
\nCare deeply. Speak kindly.
\nLeave the rest to God.<\/em><\/p>\n

Abdelhamid SENOUCI BEREKSI
\nAlger<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Cateva ganduri de ziua tarii si a neamului meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

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“Aici doarme fericit intru Domnul ostasul necunoscut savarsit di viata in jertfa pentru intregirea neamului romanesc. Pe oasele lui odihneste pamantul Romaniei intregite, 1916-1918”.<\/p>\n

Mesajul de mai sus sta pe o lespede de mormant care la randul ei sta pe coperta unui manual de istorie aparut la editura bunicului, Cugetarea, in anul 1943. Desi an cumplit de razboi, Petre Georgescu – Delafras visa la ridicarea si bunastarea neamului sau, tiparea materiale si vorbea la radio in speranta implinirii nazuintei cele mai arzatoare a vietii sale. Nu mi-a cunoscut bunicul din partea mamei, l-a pus insa pe coperta cartii de istorie, el find unul intre sutele de mii de romani care si-au jertfit viata in primul razboi mondial.\u00a0 Iar eu simt cum gandurile bunicului dau un sens tot mai conturat vietii mele.<\/p>\n

“Sim\u0163ul moral, generozitatea, aten\u0163ia fa\u0163\u00e3 de aproape sunt totdeauna prezente \u015fi la Petre Georgescu-Delafras. Dar subsumate, cu accente patetice, iubirii de \u0163ar\u00e3: \u201eN-a\u015f putea afirma c\u00e3, \u00eenc\u00e3 de la \u00eenceput, \u015ftiam cu preciziune unde voi ajunge c\u00e3ci omul multe dore\u015fte, dar pu\u0163ine \u00eempline\u015fte. Ceea ce este adev\u00e3rat, \u00eens\u00e3, e c\u00e3 totdeauna am avut ambi\u0163iunea rom\u00e2neasc\u00e3 de a m\u00e3 ridica. \u015ei cu c\u00e2t m\u00e3 ridicam, cu at\u00e2t doream s\u00e3 m\u00e3 ridic \u015fi mai mult. Natural, era \u015fi m\u00e2ndria mea personal\u00e3 satisf\u00e3cut\u00e3 prin aceast\u00e3 continu\u00e3 ascensiune, dar, repet, era \u00een joc ambi\u0163iunea de a face o fapt\u00e3 rom\u00e2neasc\u00e3. Eu – ca \u015fi al\u0163i mul\u0163i, bine\u00een\u0163eles – am realizat cel mai autentic na\u0163ionalism constructiv. \u015ei m\u00e3 simt fericit pentru mult-pu\u0163inul pe care l-am f\u00e3cut”.<\/p>\n

Mai e nevoie s\u00e3 spun c\u00e3 multe dintre paginile invocate aici vorbesc nu doar prezentului \u00een care au fost scrise ci \u015fi prezentului \u00een care sunt citite?” (Antoaneta Tanasescu, “Unde sunt manierele de altadata”?<\/p>\n

La multi ani Romanie, si la tot mai multi romani care te iubesc iubindu-se si ajutandu-se unii pe altii si \u00a0 intelegand ca fara efort personal neinteresat in favoarea binelui comun, avansul neamului nostru ramane un vis nerealizat.<\/p>\n

“Cand vorbesc de progresul omenesc ma gandesc nu numai la cel material, cat mai ales la cel spiritual” scrie bunicul in “Ganduri si fapte din zile de razboi”.<\/p>\n

Doresc Romaniei mele un progres spiritual! <\/em><\/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\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\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\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\u00a0Mihaela Delafras<\/wbr><\/wbr><\/wbr><\/wbr><\/wbr><\/wbr><\/p>\n

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Un om \u00een ora\u0219<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cu trupul firav, chircit, peste care-aveam impresia c\u0103 tot ninge,<\/p>\n

\u00cel vedeam trec\u00e2nd prin ora\u0219, u\u0219or, ne\u00eenso\u021bit.<\/p>\n

Se ducea spre dreapta, se ducea spre st\u00e2nga \u0219i nu \u0219tiam unde.<\/p>\n

La \u00eenceput am r\u00e2s, l-am ar\u0103tat cu degetul, dar apoi mi-a p\u0103rut r\u0103u,<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci cu timpul trecerea lui o a\u0219teptam ca pe o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00eel pierdeam, alergam s\u0103-l g\u0103sesc privindu-l.<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o zi am sim\u021bit<\/em> c-a plecat \u0219i-am cobor\u00e2t \u00een strad\u0103.<\/p>\n

Trupu-i, peste care-aveam impresia c\u0103 tot ninge, era de neg\u0103sit.<\/p>\n

Jos, st\u0103tea haina pe care fulgii se roteau \u00een reversibila-i trecere.<\/p>\n

O c\u0103ldur\u0103 nep\u0103m\u00e2ntean\u0103 am aflat \u00een ve\u0219mintele-i albe, dar el nic\u0103ieri.<\/p>\n

Am alergat spre st\u00e2nga, am alergat spre dreapta. Nimeni.<\/p>\n

Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng \u0219i lacrimile mele se f\u0103ceau oglinzi<\/p>\n

\u00cen care chipul lui \u00eemi spunea c\u0103 e pe-aproape.<\/p>\n

Din ziua aceea nu l-am mai v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n

\u00cei m\u00e2ng\u00e2iam hainele tem\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l uit.<\/p>\n

Prin ora\u0219 nu mai trecea nimeni, dar eu continuam s\u0103-l a\u0219tept.<\/p>\n

\u0218tiam c\u0103 nu va putea pleca de aici, dec\u00e2t \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se.<\/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\u00a0Rodica Burdu\u0219el<\/wbr><\/wbr><\/p>\n

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1 decembrie de ziua mea\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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O, mam\u0103, zice el<\/p>\n

S\u0103 fii la fel de pozitiv\u0103<\/p>\n

Ca \u00eentotdeauna,<\/p>\n

O, fiule, s\u0103-\u0163i p\u0103strezi \u00eentreaga c\u0103ldur\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei s\u0103-mi dai, de fiecare dat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Numai at\u00e2t, c\u00e2t am nevoie, s\u0103 fiu.<\/p>\n

O, draga mea, ziceau vocile din Mo\u015filor<\/p>\n

Asear\u0103, pe c\u00e2nd cu Bombonica<\/p>\n

Ne miram de c\u00e2t ne este de cald \u015fi de frig<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2t \u015fi de cum ne trece vremea<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2t am dat, de c\u00e2t ne-am risipit<\/p>\n

\u015ei de c\u00e2t inima ne-am d\u0103ruit-o.<\/p>\n

O, draga mea m\u0103 trage de m\u00e2nec\u0103<\/p>\n

Telefonul la care nu pridideam s\u0103 r\u0103spund<\/p>\n

Lui Angi, Fulger e singur \u015fi pl\u00e2nge,<\/p>\n

Veturia vrea iar s\u0103 fie dus\u0103-n ora\u015f ne\u0163inut\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n

Nu-mi g\u0103sesc timpul \u015fi lini\u015ftea s\u0103-mi aud pulsul<\/p>\n

S\u0103 \u015ftiu dac\u0103 \u00eemi mai d\u0103 timp s\u0103 te v\u0103d<\/p>\n

\u015ei s\u0103 r\u00e2dem pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u0163a drumului cenu\u015fiu pres\u0103rat cu stelu\u0163ele argintii<\/p>\n

Ale s\u0103rb\u0103torilor, ale sfin\u0163ilor<\/p>\n

\u015ei-ale na\u015fterii noastre<\/p>\n

O, draga mea Adinu\u0163a zice Soare mai ieri<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu reci prin timpuri mai rele<\/p>\n

\u00cen care, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 sco\u0163i la lumin\u0103, luceferii t\u0103i…<\/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\u00a0Adina Dumitrescu<\/wbr><\/p>\n

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Dor -han<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Am fost la o universitate la sud de Seul, cu lectorat de romana. Acolo am aflat de doctoratul Eminescu-Sowol, condus de Paul Miron la Freiburg (publicat acolo, aveti fisa). M-a impresionat, in naivitatea ei, asocierea yang (Eminescu), yin (Sowol), liniste (So) – sunet (Em), dor-han.<\/p>\n

Sowol s-a sinucis, dupa o scurta viata nevrotica (esecuri & alcool). Intraductibilitaea lui fiind explicata si prin integrarea sonoritatilor folclorice coreene\u00a0(ca si dialectalismul lui Milarepa, din care, iar, am tradus, o carte, insa, fiind expus la cursuri de tibetana in Himalaia indiana), am tratat cu imaginatie “originalul” englez, care (!) consta in traducerea lui x cum a auzit-o (stilizat-o?) y. Lasand fidelitatea samanilor, am tradus punanudu-ma, probabil, la umbra tristului poet din actuala Nord-Coree.<\/p>\n

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Stimate Domnule Deputat Eugen Tomac,<\/p>\n

\u00cemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219ind bucuria Zilei Na\u021bionale, reaud\u00a0 studenti indieni rostind: JAI Romania!<\/p>\n

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Dr. George Anca, RICA<\/p>\n

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Mesaj de felicitare:<\/p>\n

On Friday, November 29, 2013 11:02 AM, Eugen Tomac<\/p>\n

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Stimate domnule Pre\u015fedinte,<\/p>\n

Am pl\u0103cerea de a v\u0103 transmite, al\u0103turat, ur\u0103rile mele cu prilejul Zilei Na\u0163ionale a Rom\u00e2nilor de Pretutindeni \u015fi a Zilei Na\u0163ionale a Rom\u00e2niei.<\/p>\n

Cu deosebit\u0103 considera\u0163ie,<\/p>\n

Eugen TOMAC
\nDeputat<\/p>\n

Sursa: George Anca<\/a><\/p>\n

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