{"id":19754,"date":"2014-11-15T10:07:16","date_gmt":"2014-11-15T10:07:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=19754"},"modified":"2014-11-15T12:23:08","modified_gmt":"2014-11-15T12:23:08","slug":"felix-roncea-poesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2014\/11\/15\/felix-roncea-poesis\/","title":{"rendered":"Felix Roncea: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Loial p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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istoria fiin\u021bei mele se adun\u0103, e un cumul
\ndar nu ajung niciunde, \u0103sta-i drumul
\nmul\u021bumit\u0103 \u021bie, ce te afli \u00een cer, \u00ee\u021bi simt parfumul
\nce- mi \u00eembie n\u0103rile \u00eenfundate, la m\u00e2n\u0103 d\u0103-mi drumul<\/p>\n

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istoria fiin\u021bei mele se adun\u0103, fapte, vorbe, idei
\nsute, mii de oameni, trec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ei
\netape ale vie\u021bii, urc pe trepte
\nsunt \u00eenalte, lungi \u0219i drepte<\/p>\n

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corpul c\u0103l\u0103tore\u0219te prin timp, iar sufletul prin spa\u021biu atemporal
\nochii-mi prive\u0219te \u0219i simt, \u00eencle\u0219tate degetele-n gol, \u00eencordate
\na\u0219ezatu-mi genunchii pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu capul ce-mi e plecat spre mal
\nm\u00e2inile-ncep \u00eencet s\u0103 sape, m\u0103 cobor s\u0103-mbr\u0103\u021bisez, stau \u00een coate<\/p>\n

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intins pe acest magnet viu \u0219i rotund ce-mi \u00eenv\u00e2rte universul de mic
\nniciodat\u0103 nu m-am g\u00e2ndit ca vertical stau doar \u00eentins, pe orizontal
\nraportat la calea lactee, s\u0103 fii una cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, sentiment mirific
\npoate privi prin ochii mei spa\u021biul, norii-mi sunt retina, v\u0103d fractal<\/p>\n

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istoria corpului meu se-adun\u0103
\nzi de zi, lun\u0103 de lun\u0103
\nan de an, dar nu ajung niciunde
\nma pierd zilnic prin g\u00e2nduri m\u0103runte<\/p>\n

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istoria corpurilor noastre trece dincolo de noi
\ndoar mintea treaz\u0103 observ\u0103 trec\u00e2nd peste temeri
\nc\u0103 trecem din corp \u00een corp ca prin multe \u00eenc\u0103peri
\na\u021bi fost \u0219i voi \u00een mine, am fost \u0219i eu \u00een voi<\/p>\n

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Istoria fiin\u021belor noastre se-adun\u0103 zi de zi
\niar calmul lini\u0219tii ap\u0103s\u0103toare c\u00e2nd e confuz
\nr\u0103bufnesc dinlauntrul sufletului frenezii
\npe care cu greu pot s\u0103 le refuz<\/p>\n

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cadavre peste cadavre, asta ni-i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\nuscate, dizolvate, b\u0103tute ca frunzele v\u00e2ntul
\nce corp frumos te poart\u0103 \u00een suflet de mi-l vezi
\ncre\u0219te prin copaci, coroanele lor verzi<\/p>\n

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c\u00e2nd capul \u00eenflore\u0219te precum magnolia
\niar visul ne\u00eendeplinit realitate devine
\np\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti trecutul \u0219i viitorul, aceasta-i istoria
\nce-ai sim\u021bit, ai ren\u0103scut \u0219i crezi \u00een sine
\n\u00cenvinge moartea cu via\u021ba \u0219i gust\u0103 victoria!<\/p>\n

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Se scurg lacrimi s\u0103rate,
\ncristalizate \u00een diamante
\ncu o floare nu se face prim\u0103vara
\nDar z\u00e2mbetul larg \u021bi-l \u00eenvioara<\/p>\n

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atingerea ei poate \u0219terge din gre\u0219eli
\np\u0103catele negre din ad\u00e2ncuri le speli
\nOchii \u00eencetinesc parcurgerea vremii
\nA\u0219 vrea s\u0103-\u021bi simt la piept c\u0103ldura inimii<\/p>\n

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

Citind printre r\u00e2nduri<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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M-a acoperit triste\u021bea,
\nVocea ei m\u0103 ame\u021bea,
\nO aud \u00een g\u00e2nd adesea,
\nNu \u0219tia niciodat\u0103 ce-\u0219i dorea,
\nDurerea, m-a surprins o energie cuprinz\u0103toare,
\nSunt cuprins de soare,
\nRaze c\u0103lduroase ce p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie \u00eentre gene
\nEman\u00e2nd suflu din inima \u00een vene,
\nVia\u021ba comunic\u0103 cu noi prin semne,
\nUrmele mele l\u0103sate-n spate
\nSunt cicatrici \u00eenfiripate-n drum
\nNorul din ap\u0103 se transform\u0103-n abur \u0219i fum,
\nFoc de tab\u0103r\u0103 t\u0103b\u0103r\u0103 pe mine,
\nIntr\u00e2nd ad\u00e2nc \u00een sine
\nCuvintele \u00een continuare se las\u0103 pe jos \u00een jur,
\nUscate precum frunzele toamnei \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 contur,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2ntate \u0219i \u00eenc\u00e2ntate,
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103rite \u00een grade absolut toate,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2nt\u0103toare
\n\u00cenc\u0103rcate cu rime din sufletul gol,
\nSimt cum mor,
\nPierdut, r\u0103t\u0103cind \u00een momentele de amor,
\nVr\u0103bii ciripind \u00een jurul capului, \u00eemi c\u00e2nt\u0103 toate
\nDin amintiri demult a\u0219teptate,
\nA\u0219 bea un strop de ap\u0103 rece de izvor,
\n\u00cens\u0103 r\u00e2urile au secat,
\nIar marea cu valurile ei m-a uitat,
\nLe voi uita \u0219i eu la r\u00e2ndu-mi,
\nNu are rost s\u0103 calc pe crengi \u0219i fr\u00e2nturi
\nCred c\u0103 am scris destul \u00een aceste r\u00e2nduri
\nPrea vie \u0219i colorat\u0103,
\nDe\u0219i pare natura moart\u0103<\/p>\n

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

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

Sunt at\u00e2tea\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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p\u0103cat c\u0103\u2026 sunt suflete pereche
\nce s-au r\u0103t\u0103cit de datina veche
\npic\u0103turi pline de rechini curg din stra\u0219in\u0103
\nce-a\u0219tept\u0103 s\u0103 cad\u0103 vina pe cineva
\nR\u0103nile nu dor, sunt crestate de s\u00e2nge
\ne ro\u0219u intens, prin vene ne curge
\naievea se unesc \u00eentr-o bul\u0103 protectiv\u0103
\ndar lumea lor este doar una fictiv\u0103
\niluzii optice \u00eenconjoar\u0103 inima
\nprin gesturi telepatice \u00eencep a mima
\nschi\u021ba viitorului \u00eempreunat
\nnu duce departe, globul ne-a curmat
\nsuferin\u021ba ce taie r\u0103suflarea dintre cei
\nce \u00ee\u0219i pun m\u00e2inile degete peste degete
\n\u0219i poate vei regreta \u00eentr-o zi, de vrei
\nspicele de gr\u00e2u galbene cu v\u00e2rfuri negre de regrete
\nun g\u00e2nd adie u\u0219or \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eentreba \u201ctu cum te mai sim\u021bi?\u201d
\ngrilajul cu\u0219tii se rupe greu, nu am \u00een gura destui din\u021bi
\ns\u0103 mu\u0219c din suspiciune prin lumi str\u0103ine
\nnu mi-a\u0219 dori s\u0103 prime\u0219ti ce \u021bi se cuvine
\nprintre aceste cuvinte \u0219tiu c\u0103 respiri
\nvia\u021ba ofrand\u0103 oferit\u0103 alaturi de spice, trandafiri
\nro\u0219ii se ofilesc \u0219i mi-e dor
\nde un z\u00e2mbet firav, pu\u021bin r\u00e2s, un pic de umor
\nal\u0103turi de cea care-\u021bi alint\u0103 mereu
\np\u0103rul b\u0103lai, chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi e greu
\n\u00cendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 chinul ce \u00een str\u0103funduri prinde r\u0103d\u0103cina
\n\u00ce\u021bi cre\u0219te coroana cea verde \u0219i trece \u00een sus de tulpin\u0103
\ne\u0219ti mai mult dec\u00e2t o prin\u021bes\u0103, e\u0219ti o regin\u0103
\n\u00eens\u0103 din zbor \u00ee\u021bi pot z\u0103ri acul ascu\u021bit de albin\u0103<\/p>\n

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Drum Croit<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Merg pe sc\u0103ri rulante,
\ntoate colorate, fiecare treapt\u0103
\nla finalul lor nu \u0219tiu ce m-a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nv\u0103d marcaje pe drum, semne marcante<\/p>\n

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am trecut de primul nivel, coroana \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021biei p\u0103durii
\noare peste c\u00e2te etape voi ajunge la El? se rup a\u0219chiile sc\u00e2ndurii
\nce nu sar niciodat\u0103 departe de pom,
\nsunt curios ce-ar fi g\u00e2ndit despre asta primul om!<\/p>\n

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Frunzi\u0219ul \u00eenverzit se vede din ce \u00een ce mai mic, urcam
\nDealurile \u00een departare, dar \u0219i mai \u00een zare mun\u021bii \u00eei vedeam
\nColoanele infinitului pe orizontal, ridurile acestui glob p\u0103m\u00e2ntesc
\ncu r\u00e2urile lacrimilor lui, ce se scurg s\u0103 \u00eenvie tot ce-i omenesc<\/p>\n

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Cu c\u00e2t ajunsem mai sus \u00eencep \u0219i realizez c\u00e2t de mic\u0103-i lumea \u0219i firav\u0103
\nnu cu mult timp \u00een urma eram jos, printre elementele ei, \u0219i m\u0103 speria
\nsentimentul c\u0103 fiin\u021ba mea e minuscula, m\u0103 sim\u021beam pierdut \u0219i ruginit ca o epava
\n\u00eens\u0103 \u00eencetul cu \u00eencetul ochiul global rotund \u00eemi arata ce din cer u\u0219or venea<\/p>\n

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m-am trezit printre nori deodat\u0103, iar p\u0103m\u00e2ntul parca disp\u0103ruse f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103
\nAerul rece intr\u00e2ndu-mi \u00een vene-mi f\u0103cea inima curat\u0103, toate acestea calculate
\n\u00eemi oferi cugetul necesar, corpul forma mi-o uitai, g\u00e2ndul din cap mi-l scoate
\nla plimbare, am g\u0103sit fluturi \u00een stomac ce-mi ie\u0219eau prin scrisul ce-l consuma<\/p>\n

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printre nori totul e mai u\u0219or, simt picurii ploii cum \u00een juru-mi se formeaz\u0103
\ntemperatura ridicata-mi ridic\u0103 moralul, v\u0103d \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor crea\u021bia divina
\nformele octagonice simetrice \u0219i perfecte ale primilor fulgi de z\u0103pad\u0103 ce leviteaz\u0103
\n\u00eencep sim\u021burile s\u0103-mi abdice, diferite aspecte \u0219i perspective curg prin retina<\/p>\n

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sc\u0103rile demult s-au terminat, nici nu am con\u0219tientizat
\n\u00eentre timp \u0219i timpuri am aterizat, dup\u0103 un zbor lung \u0219i \u00eendep\u0103rtat
\n\u00eenc\u0103-i simt rezultul prin corp, \u00eencep sim\u021burile s\u0103-\u0219i revin\u0103
\nMerg precum trenul \u00eenainte, cu zgomotul s\u0103u ruginit \u0219i sub\u021bire de \u0219in\u0103<\/p>\n

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oameni, numere<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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mii de oameni trec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine,
\numbre, negrul trage din spate, te \u021bine
\nmii de oameni cu fe\u021be triste,
\nochii sper\u00e2nd ca sufletul s\u0103 le reziste,
\nmii de suflete se scurg pe drum
\nce mai conteaz\u0103 daca au r\u0103mas \u00een strad\u0103
\nde ieri, alalt\u0103ieri, m\u00e2ine sau acum
\nmii de oameni \u00eencep s\u0103 cad\u0103
\n\u00een abisul \u00eentunecat al de\u0219ert\u0103ciunii
\nasta-i apocalipsa, spun unii
\nnu i-am num\u0103rat, \u00eens\u0103 i-am sim\u021bit, sunt mii
\nmii de oameni vorbesc singuri \u00een g\u00e2nd
\nav\u00e2nd privirea \u00een pr\u0103pastie
\noamenii sper\u00e2nd ca oamenii
\nde tine, din mine, de l\u00e2ng\u0103,
\n\u021bine-m\u0103, te \u021bin, privire pustie
\nmii de oameni simt cum m-alung\u0103
\nc\u0103rarea e lung\u0103
\n\u0219i sigur nimeni nu m\u0103 confund\u0103
\nprivirea e crunt\u0103
\nvia\u021ba marunt\u0103
\nochii-i \u00eenfrunt\u0103
\ndar inima-i fr\u00e2nt\u0103<\/p>\n

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Copiii soarelui<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Au s\u0103rit sc\u00e2ntei din soare, de sus
\n\u0218i-astfel s-au compus
\nPrivirile oamenilor, tresar
\nM-a r\u0103pus un sunet singur de sitar<\/p>\n

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S-au risipit semenii no\u0219tri ca-n insectar
\nNu mai seam\u0103na nimeni cu feericul astral
\nSiluetele suple se distrug de fractal
\nSimt undele ce m\u0103 str\u0103pung dintr-un sonar<\/p>\n

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Balenele uciga\u0219e ce din apa sar saliveaz\u0103
\nInsectele b\u00e2z\u00e2ie cu \u0219erpii din sertar
\nNimeni nu mai seam\u0103n\u0103, nu te salveaz\u0103
\nAm sem\u0103nat c\u00e2teva r\u0103saduri, cresc \u00een solar<\/p>\n

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Nici soarele nu ne mai acompaniaz\u0103
\nMansardele sunt calde, \u00een cre\u0219tet serotonina
\nApele respir\u0103 \u00een sacrul zeilor, luna sus \u00een plina amiaz\u0103
\nO ras\u0103 superioar\u0103, sacral! Satana e de vin\u0103!<\/p>\n

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\u00cen surdin\u0103 se scurg suflete stricate
\nSparge smal\u021bul zmeilor din antichitate
\nAsimilam speran\u021ba cu stric\u0103ciunea
\nStai lini\u0219tit! Semnat: Lumea din sanctuary<\/p>\n

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Felix Roncea<\/strong><\/p>\n

http:\/\/bindiribli.ro\/2013\/01\/25\/poezii-de-pe-o-zi-roncea-felix\/<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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Loial p\u0103m\u00e2ntului   istoria fiin\u021bei mele se adun\u0103, e un cumul dar nu ajung niciunde, \u0103sta-i drumul mul\u021bumit\u0103 \u021bie, ce [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole","category-linkuri-externe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19754","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19754"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19754\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19758,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19754\/revisions\/19758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}