{"id":20012,"date":"2014-12-08T18:25:24","date_gmt":"2014-12-08T18:25:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=20012"},"modified":"2014-12-16T20:46:39","modified_gmt":"2014-12-16T20:46:39","slug":"sandu-catinean-din-bontida-poesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2014\/12\/08\/sandu-catinean-din-bontida-poesis\/","title":{"rendered":"Sandu C\u0103tinean din Bon\u0163ida: poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201eIdealist, \u00eentr-o lume f\u0103r\u0103 idealuri, c\u0103zut\u0103 in patima puterii \u0219i a banului, de treizeci de ori multiplicat cu sinele, g\u0103se\u0219te resursele necesare pentru a nu depune armele, \u00eentr-o b\u0103t\u0103lie inegal\u0103. E adevarat c\u0103 tot mai pu\u021bin\u0103 lume se \u00eentoarce spre poezie, spre citit, prefera mirajul superficial, atotputernic \u00een aparen\u021b\u0103, al calculatorului, acolo unde poezia este exmatriculat\u0103, iar dragostea se prescurteaz\u0103, aproape sinistru.<\/p>\n

Poetul apeleaz\u0103 la alia\u021bii de nadejde, dar la fel de neap\u0103ta\u021bi: cerbii \u0219i brazii, c\u0103prioarele \u0219i dragostea. Este o \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nare frumoas\u0103, un optimism cu ochii mari \u0219i de aceea e necesar s\u0103 nu ne sfiim \u00een a vorbi despre dragoste, \u0219i a sim\u021bi simplu \u0219i total.\u201c – Cornel Udrea<\/p>\n

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Toamna-\u015fi murmur\u0103 sur\u00e2sul<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Printr-un lumini\u015f cu iarb\u0103<\/p>\n

Trece toamna murmur\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

Frunze verzi \u00eencep s\u0103 soarb\u0103<\/p>\n

Ruginiul, r\u00e2nd, pe r\u00e2nd…<\/p>\n

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Galben pal, \u015fi galben rece<\/p>\n

Trece-ncet peste p\u0103duri<\/p>\n

Verdele e pus s\u0103 plece<\/p>\n

Dinaintea \u0103stor furi<\/p>\n

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Zilele se-afund\u0103-n noapte<\/p>\n

Prin livezi e-o nebunie<\/p>\n

De mai fi-vor mere coapte<\/p>\n

Cine poate s\u0103 mai \u015ftie ?<\/p>\n

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Pe coclauri zburd\u0103 timpul<\/p>\n

Peste c\u00e2mp, v\u00e2ntoase seci<\/p>\n

\u00cen cur\u00e2nd ne-or arde chipul<\/p>\n

Nop\u0163i din ce \u00een ce mai reci<\/p>\n

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Bulversate de-ntuneric<\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103ri ciripesc a brum\u0103<\/p>\n

Frunze coapte mor generic<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 pl\u00e2nsete de mum\u0103<\/p>\n

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Ce\u0163uri sure urc\u0103 mun\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Boarea cu\u015fma-\u015fi scutur\u0103<\/p>\n

De prin pe\u015fteri, numai sfin\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Barba-n v\u00e2nt \u015fi-o zv\u00e2ntur\u0103<\/p>\n

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Cerul fumeg\u0103-a ninsoare<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul urc\u0103 \u00een t\u0103rii<\/p>\n

Slabe sc\u00e2nteieri din soare<\/p>\n

Curg pe creste alburii<\/p>\n

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Toamna-\u015fi murmur\u0103 sur\u00e2sul<\/p>\n

Peste tot \u015fi peste toate<\/p>\n

Vara dus\u0103,-i de tot r\u00e2sul<\/p>\n

Cum \u00eei d\u0103 soarelui, coate …<\/p>\n

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

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\u00a0\u201eCr\u0103ciunul nu-i pentru s\u0103raci\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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\u201eLa mine s\u0103rb\u0103tori nu vin\u201d
\n\u015eoptea-un s\u0103rac \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit
\n\u201eNici sfin\u0163i de pe pere\u0163i nu \u0163in
\nCu cel ce sorta l-a lovit \u201e !<\/p>\n

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Pe cer p\u0103rea c\u0103-o stea ascult\u0103
\nPe-o strachin\u0103, jum\u0103ri \u015fi p\u00e2ine
\nSe-aud c\u00e2nt\u0103ri de slav\u0103 mult\u0103
\nLa u\u015f\u0103 tremur\u0103 un c\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

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Pe mese-ntinse bun\u0103t\u0103\u0163i
\nMesenii se \u00eentrec \u00een c\u00e2ntec
\nDoar la s\u0103rac, jum\u0103ri buc\u0103\u0163i
\nS-or strecura ignind \u00een p\u00e2ntec<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nt\u0103rile vobesc de-un Prunc
\nN\u0103scut \u00een ieslea boilor
\nIar cel s\u0103rac, p\u0103\u015find n\u0103uc
\n\u00ce\u015fi \u015fterse col\u0163ul ochilor…<\/p>\n

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A\u015fteapt\u0103 oaspe\u0163i to\u0163i cre\u015ftinii
\nColind\u0103tori la case mari
\nDin cer, candelele luminii
\nArunc\u0103 str\u0103luciri mai tari<\/p>\n

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La cel s\u0103rac nu sunt lumini
\nDoar \u00eentr-un col\u0163 o lum\u00e2nare
\nNu vin copii, nu trec vecini
\nNumai un c\u00e2ine vrea m\u00e2ncare<\/p>\n

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B\u0103tr\u00e2nul ia un col\u0163 de p\u00e2ine
\nCopii colind\u0103 ferici\u0163i
\n\u00centr-un colind ne spun c\u0103 m\u00e2ine
\nVom fi cu to\u0163ii m\u00e2ntui\u0163i…<\/p>\n

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P\u0103\u015find u\u015for deschise u\u015fa
\nPotaia intr\u0103 tremur\u00e2nd
\n\u00cen sob\u0103 sc\u00e2nteie cenu\u015fa
\nIar cel s\u0103rac \u00ee\u015fi spuse-n g\u00e2nd :<\/p>\n

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\u201eCr\u0103ciunul nu-i pentru s\u0103raci
\nTu Doamne, asta \u015ftii prea bine
\nE Ziua Ta, dar iar\u0103\u015fi taci
\nM\u0103car \u00eemi spui ? Ce-ai vrut cu mine ?\u201e…<\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/strong>Cu lacrimile \u015firoind<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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Pe trotuarul plin de spasme
\nO lume trece mult prea iute
\nS-au stins demult tr\u0103iri din basme
\nPlec\u00e2nd pe drumuri ne\u015ftiute<\/p>\n

Un b\u0103tr\u00e2nel cu ochi miji\u0163i
\nPrive\u015fte trist cum trece lumea
\nIar oameni r\u0103i, ad\u00e2nc sc\u00e2rbi\u0163i
\nSe-ntorc uimi\u0163i, privind micimea<\/p>\n

Sub bra\u0163ul drept, o franzelu\u0163\u0103
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2nul str\u00e2nge tremur\u00e2nd
\nPlutind din cer, o vr\u0103biu\u0163\u0103
\nSe-a\u015feaz\u0103 lin, pe bra\u0163u-i st\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

Cohorte-ntregi de nep\u0103sare
\n\u00cemi par pe dale alerg\u00e2nd
\nMiresme lungi de bun\u0103stare
\nAdie parc\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u015fi c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

Se-aude-un chicot de domni\u0163\u0103
\nS\u0103lt\u00e2nd pe tocuri tot mai tare
\nCu-n gest ciudat, de \u015fcol\u0103ri\u0163\u0103
\nArat\u0103-n r\u00e2s spre ar\u0103tare…<\/p>\n

Cu lacrimile \u015firoind
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2nu rupe franzelu\u0163a
\nCu gesturi calde, tot mai bl\u00e2nd
\nHr\u0103ne\u015fte tandru, vr\u0103biu\u0163a…<\/p>\n

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Copilul trist, cu-un clopo\u0163el<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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Din nalturi fulger\u0103 fuiori
\nCe sc\u00e2nteie u\u015for pe dealuri
\nSe-ngr\u0103m\u0103desc sc\u00e2ncind, ninsori
\nZ\u0103c\u00e2nd pe molcomele maluri<\/p>\n

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Z\u0103pezi \u00eencete prin p\u0103duri
\nSclipesc \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat a iarn\u0103
\nPe coaste, r\u0103m\u0103\u015fi\u0163i din muri
\nPar amintiri din veri s\u0103 cearn\u0103<\/p>\n

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Se-aud la por\u0163i colind\u0103tori
\n\u00cen seara care se-nfirip\u0103
\nUn nou Ajun de S\u0103rb\u0103tori
\nCoboar\u0103-n sate, parc\u0103-n prip\u0103<\/p>\n

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Colinde vechi despre un Prunc
\nCe L-a vestit o stea din Ceruri
\nFiori cresta\u0163i de prin ad\u00e2nc
\nDe veacuri sem\u0103na\u0163i prin leruri<\/p>\n

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Pe-un drum de \u0163ar\u0103-un copila\u015f
\nTrecea lipind la piept o p\u00e2ine
\nPurt\u00e2nd un fes \u015fi-un paltona\u015f
\nOfta \u0163in\u00e2nd de-o sfoar\u0103-un c\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

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\u00cen jurul lui c\u0103deau n\u0103me\u0163i
\nCopilul trist \u015fi m\u0103run\u0163el
\nCu fulgi arz\u00e2nd peste pome\u0163i
\nStr\u00e2ngea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103-un clopo\u0163el<\/p>\n

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De foame-ncepe-a rupe-un miez
\nSe-aud c\u00e2nt\u0103ri \u00eendep\u0103ratate
\nC\u00e2nt\u0103rile vorbesc de-un crez
\nDe oameni r\u0103i \u015fi nedreptate<\/p>\n

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\u201eC\u0103ci ast\u0103zi s-a n\u0103scut Iisus\u201d
\nC\u00e2nta la poarta \u00eencuiat\u0103
\nCu ochii stin\u015fi \u015fi g\u00e2ndul dus
\nLa mama lui nem\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103<\/p>\n

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Din clopo\u0163el un clinchet lin
\nStr\u0103bate parc\u0103 a durere
\nCopil \u00eencr\u00e2ncenat de chin
\nLipsit de orice m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere…<\/p>\n

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O stea sclipe\u015fte-ndurerat
\nIar clopo\u0163elul amu\u0163e\u015fte
\nDe frig aproape disperat
\nCopilu-n c\u00e2nt bolborose\u015fte<\/p>\n

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\u00centr-un t\u00e2rziu adoarme fr\u00e2nt
\nU\u015for arezemat de poart\u0103
\nApoi, \u00een vis i-apare-un sf\u00e2nt
\nCe-i duce-n cer m\u0103icu\u0163a moart\u0103<\/p>\n

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C\u0103\u0163elul m\u00e2r\u00e2ie-amor\u0163it
\nLipindu-se de el mai tare
\nPe cer o stea a asfin\u0163it
\nIar noaptea tot mai trist\u0103 pare
\n……………………………………..
\n\u00cen zori, pe trupul \u00eenghe\u0163at
\nG\u0103situ-s-au f\u0103r\u00e2mi de p\u00e2ine
\nUn clopo\u0163el de caden\u0163at
\n\u015ei-o sfoar\u0103, ce \u0163inea un c\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

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

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C\u00e2nd iarna murmur\u0103 prin mun\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd iarna murmur\u0103 prin mun\u0163i<\/p>\n

Un alb intens pe munte se r\u0103sfir\u0103<\/p>\n

Cu g\u00e2ndul dus la verile fierbin\u0163i<\/p>\n

Mai urc o creast\u0103, clipocind din lir\u0103<\/p>\n

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A albului mirare m\u0103 surprinde<\/p>\n

Pe piscuri trece-un dor netulburat<\/p>\n

Visarea peste h\u0103uri mi se-ntinde<\/p>\n

Duc\u00e2nd un g\u00e2nd mai greu de \u00eendurat<\/p>\n

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P\u0103\u015fesc timid pe muntele de piatr\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2nd al albului sur\u00e2s<\/p>\n

Din vifor alb \u00eemi f\u0103uresc o vatr\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei hohotesc ca-ntr-un s\u0103lbatec r\u00e2s<\/p>\n

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Privesc la brazii mei cum s-au albit<\/p>\n

\u015ei-nfiorat \u00eencep s\u0103 le vorbesc<\/p>\n

De mult prea alb mi-e sufletul zdrobit<\/p>\n

Dar c\u00e2nt ceva cerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-i lini\u015ftesc<\/p>\n

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A c\u00e2ta iarn\u0103 tremur\u0103 pe creste ?<\/p>\n

\u015ei c\u00e2te ierni voi mai avea de-acum ?<\/p>\n

Trec peste mun\u0163i spun\u00e2ndu-le-o poveste<\/p>\n

\u015ei-s n\u0103ucit de-al stinsului meu drum\u2026<\/p>\n

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Doar brazii mei r\u0103m\u00e2ne-vor \u00een urm\u0103<\/p>\n

Tot mai albi\u0163i, dar tot mai viguro\u015fi<\/p>\n

Visarea mea prin amintiri \u00eemi scurm\u0103<\/p>\n

Cum fac prin mun\u0163i, vulcanii noroio\u015fi<\/p>\n

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Din lir\u0103-mi curge-un c\u00e2ntec de demult<\/p>\n

Cu-n t\u00e2n\u0103r zvelt trec\u00e2nd peste z\u0103pezi<\/p>\n

Prin inim\u0103-mi tresare un tumult<\/p>\n

Ce vine-ad\u00e2nc din fostele-mi amiezi<\/p>\n

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De-acum privesc mai trist la albul mat<\/p>\n

La murmurul z\u0103pezilor pe munte<\/p>\n

\u00cen mine simt un c\u00e2ntec f\u0103r\u00e2mat<\/p>\n

Ce-mi tulbur\u0103 aducerile-aminte<\/p>\n

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A c\u00e2tea iarn\u0103-mi murmur\u0103 prin mun\u0163i ?<\/p>\n

\u015ei c\u00e2te ierni m-oi \u00eent\u00e2lni cu brazii ?<\/p>\n

Eu \u00een cur\u00e2nd voi fi la alte nun\u0163i<\/p>\n

Acolo unde c\u00e2nt\u0103 numai barzii\u2026<\/p>\n

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Iubirea mea, ce-ar fi s\u0103 vi cu mine ?<\/p>\n

La pieptul meu, printre z\u0103pezi s\u0103-mi cazi<\/p>\n

S\u0103-\u0163i c\u00e2nt un c\u00e2nt, ce spune despre tine<\/p>\n

C\u0103 ai iubit, un trubadur din brazi…<\/p>\n

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

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Ca \u015fi o regin\u0103, g\u00e2ndurile-mi tulburi<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ca \u015fi o regin\u0103, g\u00e2ndurile-mi tulburi
\n\u00cen priviri ascunse, doru-mi r\u0103suce\u015fti
\n\u00cencrust\u0103ri pe-o piatr\u0103, str\u0103lucirea gurii
\nC\u00e2ntece de lir\u0103, dac\u0103 \u00eemi vorbe\u015fti<\/p>\n

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S\u0103 te \u0163in la pieptu-mi, visele m\u0103-ndeamn\u0103
\nTremur\u00e2nd pe s\u00e2nii-\u0163i, un sur\u00e2s fugar
\nFream\u0103tul din mine strig\u0103 ca nebunul
\nStr\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-\u0163i urma, parc\u0103 \u00een zadar<\/p>\n

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Ochii t\u0103i, prea multe, sc\u00e2nteieri mi-arunc\u0103
\nInima-mi sc\u00e2nce\u015fte, tot mai tulburat\u0103
\nDac\u0103-a\u015f fi un demon, te-a\u015f r\u0103pi, copil\u0103
\nS\u0103 te-ascund din lumea-\u0163i, de aristocrat<\/p>\n

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Prin poieni albastre, \u0163i-a\u015f purta destinul
\nOchii t\u0103i s\u0103-mi fie, flori de l\u0103crimioare
\nC\u00e2nd s-or pune umbre, pe lumini ascunse
\nS\u0103 te \u0163in pe bra\u0163e, ca pe-un fir de floare<\/p>\n

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Peste creste albe, s\u0103 ne poarte v\u00e2ntul
\nTu s\u0103-mi fii al\u0103turi, c\u00e2nd se-ntind z\u0103pezi
\nMurmure p\u0103m\u00e2ntul, ultimele spasme
\n\u015ei de crap\u0103 pietre, doar iubiri s\u0103 vezi<\/p>\n

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Te privesc adesea, cum \u00eentorci privirea
\nFulgere albastre, ape r\u0103t\u0103cind
\n\u00cemi zdrobesc tr\u0103irea, de un falnic munte
\nAmintiri se sfarm\u0103, amu\u0163ind pe r\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

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Ca \u015fi o regin\u0103, inima \u00eemi tulburi
\nG\u00e2ndurile-mi toate, aprig se rotesc
\nM\u0103 va bate v\u00e2ntul \u015fi-a veni furtuna
\nDomina sau sclav\u0103, jur c\u0103 te iubesc !<\/p>\n

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E iarn\u0103 iar, iubito\u2026<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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E iarn\u0103 iar, iubito, peste brazi
\n\u015ei fulgii se topesc pe ochii t\u0103i
\nIar \u00een cur\u00e2nd s-or auzi pe str\u0103zi
\nAl clinchetelor pl\u00e2ns de clopo\u0163ei<\/p>\n

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E iarn\u0103 iar, iubito, \u015fi tu pl\u00e2ngi
\n\u00cen fa\u0163a unui brad ornat cu sfin\u0163i
\nPodoabele s-au r\u0103t\u0103cit de mult
\nDar dragostea, tu \u00eenc\u0103 o mai sim\u0163i\u2026<\/p>\n

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E iarn\u0103 iar, iubito, \u015fi prin vis
\nDoar inima, de dorul meu te doare
\n\u015ei-ai da orice, s\u0103 vin la geamul t\u0103u
\nPrin apriga v\u00e2ltoare din ninsoare<\/p>\n

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E iarn\u0103 iar, iubito, \u015fi-s z\u0103pezi
\nPeste c\u0103r\u0103ri ce ne strigau iubirea
\nDoar trilurile calzi de la colind
\nNe c\u00e2nt\u0103 sub ferestre amintirea<\/p>\n

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E iarna iubito, iar fulgii mugesc
\nPe case argint\u0103 ninsoarea c\u0103zut\u0103
\nSe-aud prin ferestre copii colind\u00e2nd
\nLa noi mai colind\u0103, iubirea pierdut\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

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Moartea Cleopatrei<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ale Nilului \u00eentinderi
\nScot sclipiri, din vad, u\u015for
\nValea sc\u00e2nteie sub soare
\nCerul c\u00e2nt\u0103-nceti\u015for
\nZgomote ne-nduplecate
\nDe t\u0103l\u0103ngi asurzitoare
\n\u00cembr\u00e2ncind al goarnei sunet
\nPeste clinchet de pahare
\nLungii cor\u0103bii stau ascunse
\nDup\u0103 maluri dolofane
\nR\u00e2nduite pentru lupt\u0103
\nDe cohortele romane<\/p>\n

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\u00cen palat un vaiet negru
\nCap\u0103t\u0103 culori de spaim\u0103
\nZeii to\u0163i se-adun\u0103-n grab\u0103
\nSub pere\u0163ii de aram\u0103
\n\u00centr-un col\u0163, zei\u0163a Isis
\nPoart\u0103 pecetele stinse
\nProhodind destinul tragic
\nAl armatelor \u00eenvinse<\/p>\n

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Marc Antoniu, legendarul
\n\u00ce\u015fi prive\u015fte trist iubita
\nS\u00e2nge negru peste dale
\nI-a \u00eempotmolit ursita
\nFruntea dragei lui tresare
\n\u00centr-un spasm de neputin\u0163\u0103
\nCu-n efort trecut de lume
\nSpune-o ultim\u0103 dorin\u0163\u0103 :
\n\u201eTe iubesc, regina lumii
\nDar acum m\u0103 duc la zei
\n\u015ei te rog cu st\u0103ruin\u0103
\nS\u0103-i \u00eendupleci \u015fi pe ei
\nS\u0103 ne \u0163in\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103
\nVeacurile care vin
\nVino scumpa mea iubit\u0103
\nVreau \u00een bra\u0163e s\u0103 te \u0163in\u201d<\/p>\n

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Isis \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentoarce chipul
\nPe pere\u0163i vibreaz\u0103-o umbr\u0103
\n\u00ceng\u00e2n\u00e2nd al mor\u0163ii umblet
\nR\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte-o vraj\u0103 sumbr\u0103
\nLacrimi grele sparg t\u0103cerea
\nSuspin\u00e2nd, iubita-l str\u00e2nse
\nCu un geam\u0103t lung \u015fi tragic
\nPeste buze \u00eel atinse<\/p>\n

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\u00cen mausoleu, o cobr\u0103
\nMu\u015fc\u0103 s\u00e2nul alb ca varul
\nCleopatra cea frumoas\u0103
\n\u00ce\u015fi \u00eenghite-ntreg amarul
\n\u201eTe iubesc\u201d mai spuse-n \u015foapt\u0103
\nCobra-\u015fi vars\u0103-al ei venin
\n\u201eAm s\u0103 vin la zei cu tine
\nDragul meu, cu tine vin\u201d !<\/p>\n

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Iar \u00een jur, t\u0103cerea sparge
\nUltimele ei zv\u00e2gniri
\n\u00centr-un col\u0163, zei\u0163a Venus
\nPl\u00e2nge moartea din iubiri\u2026<\/p>\n

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Sandu C\u0103tinean din Bon\u0163ida<\/strong><\/p>\n

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VOLUME SEMNATE DE SANDU C\u0102TINEAN<\/p>\n

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Poetul Sandu C\u0103tinean din Bon\u021bida<\/p>\n

,,Omul dintre brazi”, un trupadur al vremurilor…<\/p>\n

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DIPLOME OB\u021aINUTE DE POETUL\u00a0 SANDU C\u0102TINEAN<\/p>\n

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