{"id":1782,"date":"2012-02-11T14:15:31","date_gmt":"2012-02-11T14:15:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=1782"},"modified":"2012-03-20T16:43:05","modified_gmt":"2012-03-20T16:43:05","slug":"1782","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/02\/11\/1782\/","title":{"rendered":"“Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu plute\u015fte \u00eentre astral \u015fi teluric, \u00eentre solar \u015fi floral…”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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“Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu plute\u015fte \u00eentre astral \u015fi teluric, \u00eentre solar \u015fi floral, \u00eentre ardere \u015fi \u00eenghe\u0163, \u00eentr-un monism de crea\u0163ie ce-\u015fi serbeaz\u0103, deopotriv\u0103 triumful \u015fi nelini\u015ftile de amurg<\/strong><\/em>…\u201d<\/strong><\/address>\n
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Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu<\/strong>\u00a0\u2013 absolvent\u0103 a Liceului \u201cRoman-Vod\u0103\u201d\u00a0<\/em>din ora\u015ful Roman, licen\u0163iat\u0103 a Universit\u0103\u0163ii \u201cAl.I.Cuza\u201d din Ia\u015fi, Facultatea\u00a0 de Filozofie, Sec\u0163ia Rela\u0163ii Publice (2005), specializarea socio-psihopedagogie. Consemnat\u0103\u00a0 \u00een\u00a0Istoria literaturii rom\u00e2ne de la origini p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een prezent<\/em>, de Ion Rotaru: \u201eApreciez mult de tot delicate\u0163a, inefabilul \u015fi suavul lirism, nu neap\u0103rat \u00een descenden\u0163a Dumitru Anghel ori \u015et.Iosif ci \u00eentr-un chip cu totul original, absolut personal..pe care \u00eel ascunde, fericit\u0103 proprietar\u0103 a unei comori inestimabile\u2026 \u00cei profetizez o mare, str\u0103lucit\u0103 carier\u0103 de prozatoare\u2026liric\u0103<\/em>\u201c. Iar prof. univ. dr. emerit Tudor Ghideanu noteaz\u0103: \u201eAidoma revela\u0163iei lui Dan Lauren\u0163iu, regretatul poet-filosof, cu ale sale Pozi\u0163ia a\u015ftrilor, \u015fi mai ales cu Ave Eva, Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu plute\u015fte \u00eentre astral \u015fi teluric, \u00eentre solar \u015fi floral, \u00eentre ardere \u015fi \u00eenghe\u0163, \u00eentr-un monism de crea\u0163ie ce-\u015fi serbeaz\u0103, deopotriv\u0103 triumful \u015fi nelini\u015ftile de amurg<\/em>\u201d. Ob\u0163ine locul II la concursul \u201cDor de Dor\u201d, Ipote\u015fti 2010, sec\u0163inea reportaj literar.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Acas\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

O frunz\u0103\u2026\u015fi-nc\u0103 o frunz\u0103\u2026\u015fi apoi, rar \u015fi \u00eencet, altele se deprindeau din coroana copacului din fa\u0163a Universit\u0103\u0163ii, \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se spre p\u0103m\u00e2ntul care le hr\u0103nise. Nu, nu mai voiau s\u0103 fie regine, s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 de sus lumea, voiau s\u0103 se amestece cu\u00a0iarba verde de acas\u0103,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0cu ghinda, cu castanele care-\u015fi anun\u0163au venirea pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu pocnete ce marcau triumful coacerii fructului.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Doreau s\u0103 fie una cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, s\u0103 simt\u0103 \u015fi ele pa\u015fii grei ai oamenilor \u00eempov\u0103ra\u0163i de g\u00e2nduri.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Privind la jocul frunzelor, Ioana \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103du seama c\u0103 \u00eei pl\u0103cuse \u00eentotdeauna\u00a0toamna.\u00a0 Pentru ea era un anotimp ciudat: bogat \u015fi trist, paradoxal \u2013 vesel \u015fi plin de regrete.<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Sim\u0163ea chemarea \u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Locurile copil\u0103riei o doreau.<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Gata!\u2026Hot\u0103r\u00e2rea a fost luat\u0103!\u2026Va porni spre casa bunicilor, cuibul fericirii ei.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Ajunse spre sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd soarele sc\u0103p\u0103ta spre asfin\u0163it, arunc\u00e2nd ca un bulg\u0103re de foc ultimele raze de soare peste casa de la poalele muntelui\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Crepusculul cobora \u00een cascad\u0103 de nori negri<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Acel negru al dezol\u0103rii neputincioase, care izbucne\u015fte parc\u0103 din dezl\u0103n\u0163uirea l\u0103untrului\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu aviditatea orbului, Ioana privea cerul pentru a-i fura o f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de lumin\u0103.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe andaluziene c\u0103r\u0103ri de aducere aminte, pornea singur\u0103, \u00een lini\u015ftea nop\u0163ii\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Se trezeau \u00een ea toate am\u0103r\u0103ciunile, \u015fi amintirile\u00a0 unei vie\u0163i, ce a trecut ca t\u0103v\u0103lugul peste fiin\u0163a ei,\u00a0 l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 \u015fan\u0163uri ad\u00e2nci.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201eVia\u0163a se ive\u015fte din p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u015fi dac\u0103 nu iube\u015fti via\u0163a, r\u0103d\u0103cinile tale nu se vor putea \u00eenfinge niciodat\u0103 destul de ad\u00e2nc pentru a z\u0103misli ce-i frumos \u015fi drept. Fiecare fiin\u0163\u0103 este un\u00a0 pom \u2026\u201d\u00a0\u00a0aude de departe, peste timp, glasul bunicului\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103\u015find prin iarba m\u0103t\u0103soas\u0103 spre iazul copil\u0103riei sale, cople\u015fit\u0103 de emo\u0163iile trecutului, parc\u0103 \u00eei aude vocea cald\u0103, bl\u00e2nd\u0103\u00a0 cu care o r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163a\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Dragostea bunicilor i-a aprins \u00een suflet o lumin\u0103, ce i-a \u00eenc\u0103lzit fiorul amintirilor\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum totul se schimbase, trecuse, \u015fi orice ar fi f\u0103cut nu o mai putea ajuta. Sufletul \u00eei era plin de g\u00e2nduri \u015fi frig\u2026Str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd pumnii \u015fi \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd ochii, sim\u0163i c\u0103 nu mai are pe cine chema, pe cine striga\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eC\u00e2nd lumina din suflet arde, lumea toat\u0103 se umple de iubire\u201d.\u00a0\u2013 aude vocea bunicii ce-i treze\u015fte \u00een interiorul fiin\u0163ei fioruri ad\u00e2nci\u2026Cohorte temporale ale unor defil\u0103ri de imagini secven\u0163iale, se succedau prin sufletul ei\u2026Era ca o rela\u0163ie comunica\u0163ional\u0103 bilateral\u0103, \u00eentre trecut \u015fi prezent, care o\u00a0 \u00eenv\u0103luia \u015fi o cople\u015fea \u00een egal\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndindu-se la via\u0163a bunicilor ei, \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103du seama c\u0103 nu va putea exista o explica\u0163ie simpl\u0103 a tot ceea ce a fost.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Bunica f\u0103cea parte dintre b\u0103tr\u00e2nii \u00een\u0163elep\u0163i ai timpurilor. Poate c\u0103 visase s\u0103 ajung\u0103 ceva \u00een via\u0163\u0103\u2026dar lumea satului, avea pe-atunci legile ei nescrise.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

O fat\u0103 era m\u0103ritat\u0103 de la v\u00e2rst\u0103 timpurie. Ceva zestre.. \u015fi-un om gospodar.. \u015fi gata \u2013 la c\u0103s\u0103torie!.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar, ea era \u00eensetat\u0103 de cunoa\u015ftere. \u00cei pl\u0103cea s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 foarte mult. \u00ce\u015fi formase o mic\u0103 bibliotec\u0103 pe care o considera un bun numai al ei, un altar, la care ea nu \u00een\u0103l\u0163a rug\u0103ciuni, ci primea sentimente, tr\u0103iri \u015fi descoperea taine,\u00a0 pe care nu \u015fi le putea explica.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Acolo Ioana a citit primele c\u0103r\u0163i. \u00cen rafturile ce miroseau \u00eenc\u0103 a lemn de brad i-a descoperit pe I.Creang\u0103, M.Eminescu, A.Vlahu\u0163\u0103, M.Eliade,I.Slavici, C.Negruzzi, R.Cioflec, C.Ghiban, dar \u015fi pe Balzac (cu toat\u0103 istoria pitoreasc\u0103 a Fran\u0163ei, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu sec. al XIV \u015fi ajung\u00e2nd p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een sec al XVII-lea), apoi V.Hugo cu cartea sa \u201eOmul care r\u00e2de\u201d, o carte la care de multe ori s-a oprit descifr\u00e2nd noi \u015fi noi sensuri despre via\u0163\u0103 \u2013 \u015fi pe care bunica o compara cu acea imagine \u201emasc\u0103\u201d ce\u00a0\u00a0 fiecare om o poart\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncurile sale \u2013 dar \u015fi pe A.Dumas, S.A.Tokarev, \u015fi mul\u0163i al\u0163ii.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioana \u00eentinse o m\u00e2n\u0103 \u2026lu\u0103 o carte \u2013 fila-i \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103- \u015fi-i pare c\u0103 \u00een ea reg\u0103se\u015fte umbra degetelor aspre de munc\u0103 ale fiin\u0163ei \u00eendr\u0103gite de ea. Simte din\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 nou mirosul de m\u0103r, apoi ca-ntr-o avalan\u015f\u0103 de parfumuri se cufund\u0103 \u00een mireasma\u00a0 perelor busuioace, a gutuilor \u015fi acea mireasm\u0103 o face s\u0103 retr\u0103iasc\u0103 clipele nemuritoare ce i le-a d\u0103ruit ea \u2013\u00a0bunica.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Anii, timpul, ploaia, a luat c\u00e2te ceva\u2026.Multe au intrat \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt, dar restul a devenit parfumul amintirilor, de care nu se va putea desp\u0103r\u0163i niciodat\u0103.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Aveau o cas\u0103 mic\u0103, cu pere\u0163ii albi, cu un p\u0103tul pentru f\u00e2n \u015fi animale, \u00een care nu de pu\u0163ine ori se ascundea, pentru a-i face s\u0103 o caute\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u0163a casei se \u00eentindea o p\u0103dure t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 de brad peste care se rev\u0103rsa cerul cu norii pufo\u015fi \u015fi albi\u00a0 ca ni\u015fte fesuri de pitici.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

De cum venea prim\u0103vara toate se trezeau\u00a0 din somnul iernii: copacii, tufi\u015furile, st\u00e2ncile, totul mi\u015fca, se fr\u0103m\u00e2nta prinz\u00e2nd via\u0163\u0103\u2026Verdele copacilor devenea intens \u015fi mireasma p\u0103m\u00e2ntului p\u0103trundea p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncurile fiin\u0163ei ei\u2026Atunci, Ioana avea senza\u0163ia c\u0103 inima ei era o colib\u0103 cu miros de m\u0103r, \u00een care c\u0103uta mereu, ca un pisoi care adulmec\u0103 imaginile celor dragi\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 cas\u0103 se \u00eentindea o livad\u0103 de meri\u2026Acea livad\u0103 a devenit un contor al timpului, al copil\u0103riei, al vie\u0163ii \u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioana \u015ftia c\u0103 livada a fost munca \u015fi bucuria bunicului. \u00cen limbajul aspectului, al formei, a culorii, fiecare copac \u00eei dest\u0103inuia fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103rile lui.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii alba\u015ftri, cu o privire care urca \u00eencet pe\u00a0 sub pleoape, Ioana a\u00a0\u00a0 sim\u0163it\u00a0 toat\u0103 dragostea \u015fi \u00een\u0163elegerea pe care\u00a0 bunicul o avea pentru livada lui.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Era micu\u0163, cu talia ml\u0103dioas\u0103 \u015fi mersul leg\u0103nat\u2026Fa\u0163a \u00eei era plinu\u0163\u0103, ve\u015fnic agitat\u0103 \u2013 c\u00e2nd bl\u00e2nd\u0103, c\u00e2nd aprig\u0103\u2026M\u00e2inile mari, osoase, arse de soare, erau cartea deschis\u0103 asupra tr\u0103irilor din suflet\u2026Ele conturau gesturile, vorbele, g\u00e2ndurile\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Axioma dup\u0103 care se orienta \u00een via\u0163\u0103 pornea de la dragoste, dragostea lui pentru femeia lui, pentru copii lui, pentru livada lui.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eNumai dragostea e cea care te leag\u0103 de\u00a0 cei de l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine.. \u015fi de\u00a0 via\u0163a\u201d-\u00a0spunea adesea el.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Minciuna, penibilul, era ceva str\u0103in de existen\u0163a lui\u2026A tr\u0103it simplu, dezvolt\u00e2ndu-\u0163i calit\u0103\u0163ile d\u0103ruite de Dumnezeu, \u015fi a l\u0103sat \u00een urm\u0103 amintirea datoriei \u00eemplinite.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Afinitatea dintre bunici a fost mereu pentru Ioana o tain\u0103\u2026D\u0103ruindu-\u015fi totul, ei \u015fi-au cl\u0103dit un ad\u0103post pentru o\u00a0 iubire de o via\u0163\u0103. \u00cen ziua c\u00e2nd femeia i-a plecat spre stele, cel r\u0103mas a continuat s\u0103 existe doar ca un suflet rupt \u00een dou\u0103\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eFiecare om are un \u00eenger, lui trebuie s\u0103-i spunem tot adev\u0103rul, altfel el nu mai trece s\u0103 te vad\u0103\u201d\u00a0\u2013 spunea bunica.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei, nu pu\u0163ine au fost \u00a0nop\u0163ile ce au trecut prin sufletul bunicului,\u00a0 vorbindu-i acelui \u00eenger despre singur\u0103tatea lui!<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioana se ridic\u0103\u2026Iazul reflecta lumina lunii \u015fi farmecul nop\u0163ii o durea\u2026Frumuse\u0163ea acelor locuri lovea asemenea unei s\u0103bii cu dou\u0103 t\u0103iu\u015furi\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubea acest loc!.. Venise aici pentru a prinde curaj\u2026Dar to\u0163i plecaser\u0103 \u00een lumea umbrelor\u2026Numai p\u0103durile r\u0103maser\u0103\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centreb\u0103ri chinuitoare o \u00een\u0103bu\u015feau\u2026Aici era\u00a0casa ei\u00a0! R\u0103d\u0103cinile fiin\u0163ei ei.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eC\u00e2nd e\u015fti dezam\u0103git\u0103, c\u00e2nd sufletul \u0163i-e ostenit de necazuri s\u0103 nu adormi, s\u0103 deschizi ochii, s\u0103 te ui\u0163i la tot ce-i viu \u00een jurul t\u0103u \u015fi s\u0103-\u0163i spui: vreau s\u0103 fac cutare \u015fi cutare lucru. \u015ei cu r\u0103bdare \u015fi munc\u0103 ai s\u0103 reu\u015fe\u015fti. Altminteri\u2026\u00a0\u201d \u2013 se auzi de\u00a0 departe glasul bunicului\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum \u00een\u0163elegea dezam\u0103girea, singur\u0103tatea, durerea pricinuit\u0103 de nimicuri\u2026Sim\u0163ea mirosul r\u0103\u015finii \u015fi sim\u0163ea c\u0103 aici era locul ei, c\u0103minul ei\u2026Dar nu mai erau cei care \u00eei d\u0103ruiser\u0103 at\u00e2ta iubire, at\u00e2ta bun\u0103tate\u2026Cei care o \u00eenv\u0103\u0163aser\u0103 c\u0103 dragostea trebuie s\u0103 fie curat\u0103\u00a0 nu numai \u00een ochii lumii, ci \u00een fa\u0163a propriei sale con\u015ftiin\u0163e, \u015fi c\u0103 trebuie \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fit\u0103 cu cinste\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndul acesta era ca o org\u0103 ale c\u0103rei sunete armonioase\u00a0 \u0163\u00e2\u015fneau \u00een acorduri \u015fi dezacorduri cu \u00eentreaga ei fiin\u0163\u0103 \u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ghemuindu-se \u00een ea, Ioana, cople\u015fit\u0103 de scurgerea material\u0103 a timpului, sim\u0163i \u00een\u00a0 trupul \u015fi sufletul ei puterea aripilor pentru un nou zbor\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Un sturz c\u00e2nta \u00een desi\u015ful p\u0103durii \u015fi c\u00e2ntecul lui p\u0103rea a spune \u201eprive\u015fte, sunt fericit, via\u0163a e at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103\u201d\u00a0 \u2013 se cutremur\u0103 u\u015for, ca \u015fi cum s-ar fi \u00eemplinit o profe\u0163ie\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Clopotele m\u0103n\u0103stirii R\u00e2\u015fca r\u0103sunau \u00een noapte\u2026Cu privirea pierdut\u0103 pe cerul \u00eentunecat Ioana sim\u0163ea puternic mirosul de iarb\u0103, de r\u0103\u015fin\u0103 de brad, sim\u0163ea\u00a0r\u0103suflarea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.Se g\u00e2nde\u015fte pentru o clip\u0103, r\u0103zle\u0163, la povestea gnosticilor care vorbesc despre cobor\u00e2rea sufletelor printre planete c\u0103tre p\u0103m\u00e2nt, adun\u00e2nd \u00een drumul lor elementele de care are nevoie pentru via\u0163a uman\u0103\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tr\u0103ise destule \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri care s\u0103 o pun\u0103 \u00een gard\u0103 \u00eempotriva\u00a0 acelor \u201ecalit\u0103\u0163i\u201d \u00eent\u00e2lnite la oameni\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu mai era copila facil \u00eencrez\u0103toare din tinere\u0163e. \u00cent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri dureroase, sau fericite i-au marcat via\u0163a, r\u0103spl\u0103tind-o cu\u00a0 galoanele maturiz\u0103rii\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Copil\u0103ria fusese un scurt \u015fi mic eden. Doar dragostea bunicilor a r\u0103mas real\u0103, cald\u0103, adev\u0103rat\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163a timpului care a trecut\u2026Ea i-a d\u0103ruit mirosul de m\u0103r al vie\u0163ii, al iubirii, al plenitudinii\u2026A f\u0103cut-o s\u0103 reziste sugestibilit\u0103\u0163ii \u00eenrobitoare, tenta\u0163iilor contaminatoare, trec\u00e2nd peste obstacole cu mult\u0103 \u00een\u0163elegere \u015fi r\u0103bdare\u2026.Pentru o clip\u0103 \u00eei veni \u00een minte o mic\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mplare pe care a tr\u0103it-o demult, c\u00e2nd era doar la o fraged\u0103 v\u00e2rst\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 a\u00a0 \u00een\u0163elesurilor.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Urma cursurile de balet\u2026Trec\u00e2nd prin dificult\u0103\u0163i materiale nu a putut s\u0103-\u015fi cumpere \u00eenc\u0103l\u0163\u0103mintea necesar\u0103\u2026\u015ei-a cusut atunci, cu ajutorul unei croitorese pricepute, o pereche de opincu\u0163e albe de vinilin, pe care spera s\u0103 le poarte, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi-ar fi cump\u0103rat altele. .\u2026Dar nu a fost s\u0103 fie a\u015fa. Profesoara care o antrena, c\u00e2nd a z\u0103rit \u201ecrea\u0163ia\u201d din picioarele ei a izbucnit \u00een modula\u0163ii sonore: \u201ece \u00eenseamn\u0103 asta?.. e o jignire adus\u0103sportului\u2026 s\u0103 nu mai intri \u00een clas\u0103\u2026\u201d- cuvintele curgeau pe un ton ofensat \u015fi se \u00eenfigeau \u00een sufletul copilului de c\u00e2\u0163iva ani\u015fori.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Peste c\u00e2teva zile, locul ei era ocupat de altcineva, care purta \u00een picioare ceea ce profesoara dorea s\u0103 vad\u0103\u2026Cei zece ani de efort fuseser\u0103 aproape zadarnici\u2026Un vis s-a fr\u00e2nt, un vis s-a spulberat,<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd a intrat la balet a concurat cu nepoata profesoarei \u015fi s-a dovedit a fi mai bun\u0103\u2026La v\u00e2rsta aceea nu putea \u00een\u0163elege ce este for\u0163a invidiei.. Peste ani, Ioana s-a \u00eentrebat mereu\u00a0 ce putuse avea comun\u00a0 firea aceea ghimpoas\u0103, cu sensibilitatea unui astfel de arte\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Probabil c\u0103, incapacitatea de a vedea necesitatea \u015fi valoarea \u00een propria-i via\u0163\u0103 a dus-o spre o hipermetropie a sufletului.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Pentru Ioana, baletul \u00eensemnase emo\u0163ii tulbur\u0103toare, calea spre via\u0163\u0103, profunzime, maturitate, for\u0163a motivatoare a vie\u0163ii \u00eens\u0103\u015fi.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Pentru profesoar\u0103, oare, ce \u00eensemnase?\u2026 s-a \u00eentrebat nu de pu\u0163ine ori Ioana.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cent\u00e2lnind-o pe strad\u0103, la c\u00e2teva zile de la acel incident, \u015fi salut\u00e2nd-o nu i-a r\u0103spuns dec\u00e2t cu un z\u00e2mbet onctuos de fatuitate\u2026Atunci a sim\u0163it, pentru prima dat\u0103, cum mirosul de m\u0103r din sufletul ei dispare\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Acel comportament, \u00eenc\u0103lcarea celei mai elementare etici, era ceva greu de acceptat pentru un copil aflat la \u00eenceput de drum\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Soarta, via\u0163a i-a mai oferit astfel de scene \u2026\u015ei chiar mai r\u0103u\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Anii au trecut, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urma lor brazda ad\u00e2nc\u0103 a pa\u015filor lor\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centr-o zi Ioana a \u00eent\u00e2lnit un om. Un om ce a devenit un fel de secret al sufletului ei\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

B\u0103taia de inim\u0103, care a \u00eenso\u0163it acel secret, a generat dorin\u0163a uria\u015f\u0103 de a ierta \u015fi de iubi pe toat\u0103 lumea\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sentimentele pentru el o f\u0103cur\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi cunoasc\u0103 propriul ei suflet, \u00een care descifra sensuri noi, tainice, mai ad\u00e2nci ca sevele p\u0103m\u00e2ntului\u2026Era a o briz\u0103 adus\u0103 de mare, f\u0103r\u0103 ca privirea s\u0103 z\u0103reasc\u0103 \u0163\u0103rmul.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Era\u00a0iubirea..<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cei admira osteneala m\u00e2inilor lui, casa, livada care, erau ferestre deschise spre florile de m\u0103r a sufletului ei\u2026.\u00cen fiecare copac, din livada lui, ea vedea o ucenicie a voin\u0163ei, o r\u0103bufnire a curajului, o d\u0103ruire\u00a0 c\u0103tre p\u0103m\u00e2ntul din care \u00ee\u015fi tr\u0103gea puterea\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Poteci lungi, cu peluze str\u0103juite de meri se pierdeau departe, f\u0103r\u0103 a le putea cuprinde cu privirea\u2026R\u0103d\u0103cinile ad\u00e2nci ale copacilor smulgeau p\u0103m\u00e2ntului acea sev\u0103, care se rev\u0103rsa \u00een ramurile ce se \u00een\u0103l\u0163au spre lumin\u0103, ca ni\u015fte emisari ai fiin\u0163ei lui\u2026O putere ne\u00een\u0163eleas\u0103, pe care nu o vedea dar o sim\u0163ea \u00een ad\u00e2ncul fiin\u0163ei ei, a unit-o cu el \u015fi i-a umplut sufletul dincolo de voin\u0163\u0103.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Emisarii aceia au trecut, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 apusurile r\u0103nite, nop\u0163ile albe, dimine\u0163ile cenu\u015fii\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Amintiri frumoase \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103ceau drum f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103 prin trupul zbuciumat al Ioanei\u2026Trecutul devenea\u00a0 totuna cu frunzele de toamn\u0103, pe care un val repede \u015fi tulbure le a\u015feza la picioarele ei \u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Casa b\u0103tr\u00e2neasc\u0103, b\u0103tut\u0103 cu \u015fi\u0163\u0103 \u015fi \u00eennegrit\u0103 de ploi, atins\u0103 de m\u00e2na timpului, o privea acum str\u0103in, cu umerii obosi\u0163i de at\u00e2tea \u00eencerc\u0103ri\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Grajdul, p\u0103tulul pentru f\u00e2n nu mai exista\u2026Livada r\u0103sp\u00e2ndea \u00een noapte o pace ad\u00e2nc\u0103. Ferindu-se de tot ceea ce o putea atinge,<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioana se sim\u0163i vinovat\u0103 c\u0103 tulbur\u0103 cu sup\u0103r\u0103rile ei acea pace sf\u00e2nt\u0103, care era dincolo de cunoa\u015ftere \u015fi \u00een\u0163elegere\u2026Lini\u015ftea pe care o sim\u0163ea, dar din care se excludea pe ea, pentru c\u0103 cei care o reprezenta nu mai existau, o \u00eenv\u0103luia u\u015for, cu singur\u0103tatea nop\u0163ii\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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M\u0103n\u0103stirile \u2013 l\u0103ca\u015furi de rug\u0103ciune \u015fi puritate spiritual\u0103 \u2013 te cheam\u0103 s\u0103-\u0163i g\u0103se\u015fti lini\u015ftea pierdut\u0103 sau s\u0103-\u0163i aminte\u015fti, c\u00e2nd e\u015fti fericit, c\u0103 totul vine de la Dumnezeu.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u015fezate \u00een zone picturale, peisajul ce-\u0163i \u00eembat\u0103 privirea, aerul s\u0103n\u0103tos ce-\u0163i umple trupul, devin o osmoz\u0103 perfect\u0103 cu rug\u0103ciunile m\u0103icu\u0163elor\u00a0 \u00een\u0103l\u0163ate c\u0103tre ceruri, pentru ca Divinitatea s\u0103-\u015fi reverse asupra omenirii harurile ei.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen popasul de la Agapia sim\u0163i toate acestea\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ui\u0163i de via\u0163a cotidian\u0103, cu cerin\u0163ele, cu \u00eemplinirile \u015fi ne\u00eemplinirile\u00a0 ei. Tr\u0103ie\u015fti \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 lume, \u00een care esen\u0163a tr\u0103irii este religia. Ochii t\u0103i caut\u0103 mereu \u2013 diminea\u0163a \u015fi seara \u2013 iar \u00een zilele de s\u0103rb\u0103toare \u015fi la pr\u00e2nz , \u015firul de femei, care-au p\u0103r\u0103sit tot ce-i lumesc \u015fi s-au unit cu Cristos.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tresari \u2013 pasul lor e u\u015for, fa\u0163a lor e vesel\u0103, mersul gr\u0103bit. Pentru ele nu exist\u0103 minutul \u00eent\u00e2rzierii, fiindc\u0103 dang\u0103tul clopotului ce anun\u0163\u0103 utrenia sau vecernia face parte din fiin\u0163a lor.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Iarna se lupt\u0103 cu n\u0103me\u0163ii, iar vara, cu vestimenta\u0163ia lor pe care n-o pot schimba nici c\u00e2nd sunt zile toride.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ele se lupt\u0103 cu natura, cu ele \u00eensele, pentru a purta ne\u00eentinat\u0103 d\u0103ruirea lor sacralit\u0103\u0163ii.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Din \u015firul de m\u0103icu\u0163e se desprinde imaginea \u015etefanei \u2013 cea care mi-a fost prieten\u0103 \u015fi ocrotitoare \u015fi care, dincolo de moarte va r\u0103m\u00e2ne mereu \u00een sufletul meu ca un prototip al luptei dintre omenesc \u015fi sacru. O perioad\u0103 grea din via\u0163a ei mi-a confirmat ce-nseamn\u0103 puterea credin\u0163ei, a \u00een\u0163elegerii \u2026\u015fi a accept\u0103rii\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu mai \u015ftiu exact c\u00e2nd a \u00eenceput acel proces transformator \u00een alchimia sufletului ei, obnubila\u0163ia \u015fi lupta interioar\u0103 imperceptibil\u0103 pentru cei din jur, dar care \u00een interior surpa, \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cea loc \u015fi devora \u00eentreaga-i fiin\u0163\u0103.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Poate din ziua \u00een care a aflat c\u0103 mai are pu\u0163in de tr\u0103it\u2026!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Din ziua aceea, teama a dus-o spre un t\u0103r\u00e2m dominat de durere \u015fi singur\u0103tate.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Poate, din ziua aceea, suferin\u0163a nu a mai putut fi \u00een\u0163eleas\u0103 cu ajutorul ra\u0163iunii \u2026M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc acum cu str\u00e2ngere de inim\u0103 la to\u0163i acei ani, la acele interminabile nop\u0163i, c\u00e2nd lacrimi fierbin\u0163i udau perna ei, c\u00e2nd boala s\u0103pa ad\u00e2nc \u00een trupul\u00a0 ostenit \u015fi nu avea cu cine s\u0103 discute, s\u0103-i cear\u0103 un sfat, sau s\u0103-i \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015feasc\u0103 un g\u00e2nd.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Singur\u0103\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tr\u0103ind ceva diferit de felul de credin\u0163\u0103 despre care \u00eenv\u0103\u0163ase \u2026D\u0103ruindu-i iubirea lui Dumnezeu \u015fi-a cl\u0103dit din ea un ad\u0103post de pace, ce constituia o siguran\u0163\u0103 \u00een tot ceea ce f\u0103cea\u2026Siguran\u0163a aceea disp\u0103ruse \u2026Acum teama o alunga din acel ad\u0103post\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Legea dragostei era \u00eenc\u0103lcat\u0103.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Crezul vie\u0163ii ei a fost dominat de ordine,\u00a0 echilibru, \u015fi corectitudine\u2026Acum echilibrul se surpa,\u00a0 iar acordul \u00eencheiat se cl\u0103tina \u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen tinere\u0163e fusese o femeie puternic\u0103, robust\u0103, gata s\u0103 munceasc\u0103 de la ivirea zorilor p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu \u00een noapte\u2026Pe chipul ei era mereu un sur\u00e2s, care d\u0103dea farmec aparte tr\u0103s\u0103turilor aspre\u2026Purta o rochie de tafta neagr\u0103, care fo\u015fnea la cea mai mic\u0103 mi\u015fcare, un sovon negru \u00eei acoperea fruntea \u015fi obrajii, iar ochii mari nelini\u015fti\u0163i,\u00a0 r\u0103sp\u00e2ndeau \u00een jur o mare bun\u0103tate.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Maica \u015etefania te \u00eent\u00e2mpina \u00eentotdeauna cu mult\u0103 generozitate \u015fi c\u0103ldur\u0103\u00a0 c\u00e2nd \u00eei treceai pragul casei.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mergeam la prietena mea \u00een fiecare var\u0103, c\u00e2nd zilele erau pline de c\u0103ldura \u015fi lumina soarelui\u2026Doream revenirea \u00een acele locuri, ca o pecetluire a unei iubiri pe care am tr\u0103it-o \u015fi am admis-o \u00een sufletul meu pentru totdeauna\u2026Casa m\u0103icu\u0163ei \u015etefania era un mic eden .. Camera ei era deosebit\u0103 prin prezen\u0163a busuiocului care domnea\u00a0 tot timpul \u00eentr-o vaz\u0103 alb\u0103\u00a0 de pe masa rotund\u0103 din mijlocul camerei\u2026Scaune de palisandru cu sp\u0103tar \u00eenalt, \u00eenconjurau m\u0103su\u0163a.. \u00cen\u00a0 col\u0163ul camerei, p\u0103stra o vitrin\u0103 foarte veche, de genera\u0163ii \u00eentregi, care era plin\u0103 de mici comori: iconi\u0163e, cutiu\u0163e cu smirn\u0103 \u015fi t\u0103m\u00e2ie\u2026iar o candel\u0103 mic\u0103, aprins\u0103 tot timpul, rev\u0103rsa \u00een jur o lumin\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103, ce \u00eenv\u0103luia camera \u00eentr-o lini\u015fte \u015fi pace duhovniceasc\u0103 ad\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Aveam obiceiul s\u0103 st\u0103m de vorb\u0103 \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 \u00een balconul casei, s\u0103 privim apusul de soare de la Agapia\u2026Petunii multicolore ajungeau p\u00e2n\u0103 la balconul nostru, \u00eenv\u0103luindu-ne \u00een mireasma lor\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

O putere ocult\u0103, cu imnuri pastorale se rev\u0103rsa noaptea \u015fi transparen\u0163a ei era a\u015fa de u\u015foar\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t p\u0103trundeai cu privirea sufletului \u015foaptele pline de modula\u0163ii ale \u00eengerilor ce str\u0103juiau p\u0103durea din spatele casei\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam la ceva anume, nu puteam s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc, m\u0103 contopeam cu natura \u015fi m\u0103 \u00eenfioram odat\u0103 cu faldurile p\u0103durii, odat\u0103 cu \u015fipotul apei, cu razele curate ale lunii ce se rev\u0103rsau \u00een cascada de lumin\u0103 peste Agapia, de parc\u0103 nu eram eu, eram toate acestea laolalt\u0103.<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei deodat\u0103, totul s-a schimbat \u2026Nimic din ceea ce sim\u0163eam nu a mai avut o semnifica\u0163ie simpl\u0103\u2026 Zi de zi m\u0103icu\u0163a \u015etefania devenea o alt\u0103 fiin\u0163\u0103\u2026Ceva ce era inseparabil de boala ei \u2026 Ceea ce pierduse, risipind \u00een obsesii \u015fi st\u0103ri anxioase, implacabile se risipi\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Analiza lucrurilor nu o putea duce prea departe, dar iubirea \u00eei putea aduna sufletul la un loc\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu putea eluda destinul prin orbire sau inacceptare\u2026 Tr\u0103iri abisale, str\u0103ine p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, au provocat prefaceri profunde, reevalu\u0103ri radicale, neb\u0103nuite\u2026Nevoit\u0103 s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 \u00een propria-i inim\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 precepte teologice \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 ochelari spirituali, a \u00een\u0163eles \u00een cele din urm\u0103 c\u0103 via\u0163a este o emula\u0163ie, ce-\u015fi trage seva din ad\u00e2ncurile fiin\u0163ei noastre, din iubire \u015fi recuno\u015ftin\u0163\u0103\u2026C\u00e2nd a \u00een\u0163eles asta s-a eliberat de temeri\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Acceptarea avea nevoie de lini\u015fte, de dragoste \u015fi numai din interior putea primi asta\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ornicul timpului r\u0103mas era pe\u00a0 sf\u00e2r\u015fite \u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen seara aceea maica \u015etefania str\u00e2ngea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 un buchet de v\u00e2zdoage\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Abunden\u0163a trandafirilor risipi\u0163i pretutindeni umplea gr\u0103dina de o mireasm\u0103 ame\u0163itoare\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbetul larg, luminos, disp\u0103ruse de pe fa\u0163a ei \u015fi o pace plin\u0103 de resemnare \u00eei luase locul\u2026<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e-Via\u0163a ne risipe\u015fte, ne am\u0103ge\u015fte cu multe n\u0103luci \u2013 \u00eencepu ea cu o voce \u015foptit\u0103 \u2013 \u015fi povara grijilor face uneori s\u0103 uit\u0103m ceea ce Dumnezeu a\u015ftept\u0103 de le noi. S\u0103 nu ui\u0163i niciodat\u0103 c\u0103, numai \u00een credin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi iubire putem fi \u00eemp\u0103ca\u0163i, ferici\u0163i\u2026numai ele te pot ajuta s\u0103 p\u0103strezi cur\u0103\u0163enia \u015fi candoarea sufletului\u201d\u2026.Cuvintele ei zburau \u00een noapte, \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2nd t\u0103cerea \u015fi lini\u015ftea sufletului \u015fi am \u00een\u0163eles atunci c\u0103 a\u015ftepta somnul \u00een care s\u0103-\u015fi poat\u0103 odihni\u00a0 g\u00e2ndurile grele.\u00a0La ce bun s\u0103 spun c\u0103 nici o suferin\u0163\u0103 nu poate s\u0103 ating\u0103 dezn\u0103dejdea?<\/em><\/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<\/strong><\/address>\n

Labirintul<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

La \u00eenceput, \u00een fiin\u0163a-mi de lut<\/strong><\/p>\n

s-a pitit tainic iubirea..<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei-n r\u0103d\u0103cinile ad\u00e2nci ale ei,<\/strong><\/p>\n

via\u0163a a luat forma aripilor albe<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0Timpul, f\u0103r\u0103 a-\u015fi schimba m\u0103sura,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ghemul Ariadnei l-a desf\u0103cut,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eencet, de la sine\u2026\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei, din Cunoa\u015ftere, a izvor\u00e2t<\/strong><\/p>\n

lumina \u00een\u0163elepciunii,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din Adev\u0103r s-a z\u0103mislit<\/strong><\/p>\n

lumina dragostei,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Contopindu-se cu materia<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei atunci a izbucnit<\/strong><\/p>\n

flac\u0103ra\u00a0 sufletului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Ca Persefona\u00a0 am str\u0103b\u0103tut labirintul,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi am sim\u0163it \u00een ceaf\u0103, r\u0103suflarea-i rece<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei cu fiecare pas cutezat,\u00a0 se deschidea<\/strong><\/p>\n

ad\u00e2nc, rana de sub pleoape..<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

De secera lunii\u00a0 am at\u00e2rnat,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ispita \u201ecapitul\u0103rii la\u015fe\u201d\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei-n inima mic\u0103, ca un fruct,<\/strong><\/p>\n

am adunat izvoare de cristale<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce au s\u0103pat ad\u00e2nc, \u00een suflet,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Cetatea Luminii!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/strong><\/address>\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 Destin \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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

P\u0103\u015fesc, privind tot \u00eenainte,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prin frunzele ce cad fo\u015fnind-<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cr\u00e2mpei de vise ostenite,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tresar sub pasu-mi obosit<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Zadarnic ochii mei mai cat\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prin vechiul Aladin ochean \u2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

O raz\u00e3 limpede, curat\u00e3,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe care-o vreau\u2026dar n-o mai am!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Stingher tu treci pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei ierni aduci \u015fi v\u00e2nturi reci\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh !\u2026te cunosc at\u00e2t de bine,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Destin al meu, la cine pleci?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\n<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pio\u015fenie<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Motto: <\/strong>Ie\u015fi-va duhul lor \u015fi<\/em><\/p>\n

se vor \u00eentoarce \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen ziua aceea vor pieri<\/em><\/p>\n

toate g\u00e2ndurile lor.<\/em><\/p>\n

(Ps.145,4)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103-ndrept spre casa bunicilor,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar ea m\u0103 prime\u015fte pustie \u015fi goal\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103-ntorc spre c\u0103minul p\u0103rin\u0163ilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ca o pas\u0103re care, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 dup\u0103 ce \u015fi-a luat zborul,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 cuibul plin de <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 penele ce i-au c\u0103zut din aripi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103-ntorc la fiin\u0163a iubit\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 cu sufletul plin de dragoste,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 s\u0103-i spun c-a fost cu mine mereu!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103-ntorc, spre tot ce-a fost <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 triste\u0163e \u015fi bucurie\u2026\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/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 \u015fi<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Vreau s\u0103 retr\u0103iesc totul\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 pentru c\u0103 timpul devine un ho\u0163<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 al v\u00e2rstelor \u015fi fuge\u2026fuge\u2026fuge<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>\u015fi<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Atunci, m\u0103 voi \u00eentoarce c\u0103tre<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul care mi-a dat fiin\u0163a\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201edin p\u0103m\u00e2nt e\u015fti<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u015fi \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt vei\u00a0 merge!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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\n<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

\u00a0Secven\u0163e<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori ninge cu flori de m\u0103r,<\/strong><\/p>\n

simt c\u0103 tr\u0103iesc miracolul devenirii\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Le iau \u00een palme, le s\u0103rut<\/strong><\/p>\n

dar ele se metamorfozeaz\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen lacrimi, ce cad una c\u00e2te una\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

pentru a \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa p\u0103m\u00e2ntul<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu flac\u0103ra\u00a0Iubirii<\/em>\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n


\n<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n
\u00a0Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu<\/strong><\/address>\n

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