{"id":20246,"date":"2014-12-29T18:23:30","date_gmt":"2014-12-29T18:23:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=20246"},"modified":"2014-12-29T18:23:30","modified_gmt":"2014-12-29T18:23:30","slug":"maria-diana-popescu-anul-nou-va-curge-din-izvoare-sfintite","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2014\/12\/29\/maria-diana-popescu-anul-nou-va-curge-din-izvoare-sfintite\/","title":{"rendered":"Maria Diana Popescu: Anul Nou va curge din izvoare sfin\u0163ite"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/b_300_450_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Maria_Diana_Popescu_iarna_art-emis.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-20247\" title=\"b_300_450_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Maria_Diana_Popescu_iarna_art-emis\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/b_300_450_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Maria_Diana_Popescu_iarna_art-emis-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/b_300_450_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Maria_Diana_Popescu_iarna_art-emis-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/b_300_450_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Maria_Diana_Popescu_iarna_art-emis.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/a>M-a prins Anul Nou la tabl\u0103 scriind \u00een intersec\u0163ia \u00een care locuiesc de o ve\u015fnicie. Iarna \u00eemi pare o piatr\u0103 ascu\u0163it\u0103 sub epiderm\u0103. Universul miroase a smirn\u0103 \u015fi colaci dulci sco\u015fi din cuptoarele de lut ale Cr\u0103ciunului &#8211; repetabilul ceas de sf\u00een\u0163enie al omenirii.\u00a0 Prin v\u0103zduh trec mail-uri \u015fi avioane, delfinii c\u00eent\u0103 la pian \u00een oceane, urechile \u00eemi \u0163iuie de urletul lupilor \u015fi m\u0103 str\u00eeng \u00een mine de groaz\u0103, la vederea urmelor pe z\u0103pad\u0103, a buc\u0103\u0163ilor de an molf\u0103ite \u015fi lep\u0103date. La lumina unui felinar ag\u0103\u0163at de tavanul lumii m\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00eenez s\u0103 duc la ad\u0103post alfabetul pentru p\u0103s\u0103ri, ca nu cumva s\u0103 uit zmeul de h\u00eertie legat de \u00eencheietura anului. Cu toat\u0103 triste\u0163ea de poet fatalist scriu cu linii transparente ca meduzele, \u00eenduio\u015f\u00eendu-m\u0103 \u00een batist\u0103 prin soma\u0163ie biologic\u0103, la fel ca o salcie pl\u00eeng\u0103toare \u00een care se b\u0103l\u0103cesc vr\u0103bii de z\u0103pad\u0103. P\u0103strez \u015fi acum pe\u015fti\u015forul de aur, ascuns \u00een sacul cu zdren\u0163e al copil\u0103riei ca \u00eentr-o carnalitatea rubensian\u0103. Trebuie s\u0103 afli \u015fi tu cum e s\u0103 te pr\u0103v\u0103le\u015fti \u00een dezn\u0103dejde pe o iarb\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 ie\u015fire, unde o coas\u0103 nev\u0103zut\u0103 taie fir cu fir linia sub\u0163ire dintre libertate \u015fi compromis. Trebuie s\u0103 afli cum e cu dihotomia limit\u0103-dezam\u0103gire, cu adev\u0103rul intim care se las\u0103 aproximat, cu procustiana no\u0163iune a vinei. Trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenve\u0163i s\u0103 cite\u015fti \u00een golul fumuriu \u015fi lucios al umbrei mele \u015fi s\u0103 te bucuri c\u0103 pruncii mei nen\u0103scu\u0163i vor veni \u00een fiecare Ajun s\u0103 colinde cu clopo\u0163ei de serafimi um\u0103rul gol al clepsidrei.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen turnul vechi de h\u00eertie de dincolo de linii ferate, \u00eencorsetat\u0103 \u00een ceara de pe picioarele sfin\u0163ilor, ca o mireas\u0103 pus\u0103 pe pl\u00eens, mai a\u015ftept \u015fi acum Magii din galaxia Cassiopeea, dialog\u00eend cu infinitul din odaia de al\u0103turi, abia auzindu-l dup\u0103 respira\u0163ia cosmic\u0103. \u00cengerul p\u0103zitor deja a venit. L-am v\u0103zut cum \u00ee\u015fi str\u00eenge aripile sub c\u0103ma\u015fa alb\u0103 de in \u015fi se a\u015feaz\u0103 pe lavi\u0163\u0103, cu ochii la fereastra prin care anul vechi \u00ee\u015fi va lua zborul. M\u0103 po\u0163i vedea \u00een desi\u015ful din mine cum m\u0103 rostogolesc ca o piatr\u0103 translucid\u0103 \u00eentr-un zid de ap\u0103? Trebuie s\u0103 afli cine \u00eentoarce sferele, cine \u00eemi \u00eentinde paharul golit de \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163ii nebuni, cine m\u0103 st\u0103p\u00eene\u015fte ca pe un tablou v\u00eendut la licita\u0163ie. Eu, biat\u0103 vietate, \u00eentre ghearele unei p\u0103s\u0103ri de z\u0103pad\u0103, \u00een ochii c\u0103reia \u00eengerul meu agit\u0103 o sc\u00eenteie. Pr\u0103bu\u015fit\u0103 din str\u00eensoare \u00een cerneal\u0103 plin\u0103 de luceferi, te a\u015ftept \u00een ad\u0103postul de iarn\u0103 al cocorilor, ghemuit\u0103 \u00een propriul suflet, \u00eentr-o p\u00eend\u0103 \u00eencordat\u0103, ca o c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 de poplin apretat.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\nLa intrarea \u00een sine a orelor, iarna a dat \u00een floare, lutul melancolic \u00eemi deformeaz\u0103 gravita\u0163ia. Ninsoarea aceasta a mai nins \u00een alt veac, din alt cer \u015fi altundeva. \u015etiind pe dinafar\u0103 P\u0103m\u00eentul, rode\u015fte acum din nou \u015fi \u00eei c\u00eent\u0103. O \u0163in minte din copil\u0103rie, mai sf\u00eent\u0103 atunci, mai ad\u00eenc\u0103. Pl\u00eens\u0103 azi, mai s\u0103rac\u0103, despletit\u0103 \u00een ora\u015ful de st\u00eenc\u0103. Iisus m\u0103 prive\u015fte atent\u00a0 din icoan\u0103 \u015fi mai stoarce \u00een r\u0103stimpuri peste mine c\u00eete o lumin\u0103. Anul vechi urc\u0103 \u00een arborele Universului ca o insect\u0103 cosmic\u0103 transmis\u0103 din v\u00eerst\u0103 \u00een v\u00eerst\u0103, p\u00een\u0103 c\u00eend nu va mai fi nimic \u00eentre mine \u015fi roata de foc. Timpul se \u00eentoarce \u00een sine sfios, simt respira\u0163ia lui ca un psalm de tain\u0103 \u015fi \u00eencerc, cu sur\u00eesul \u00eencremenit al lui Pic de la Mirandola, s\u0103 ghicesc \u00eentr-un glob de cristal, ca \u015fi cum prin trupul meu ca o ran\u0103 fierbinte, m\u00eeini nev\u0103zute ar purta pe catafalc teatrul de comedie. \u00cen aceast\u0103 team\u0103 transsubstan\u0163iat\u0103, invers\u00eend cu pruden\u0163\u0103 na\u015fterea \u015fi moartea, \u00eemb\u0103iez \u00een apa u\u015foar\u0103 a z\u0103pezii holograma fiului meu se aude chicotind prin s\u00eenge, juc\u00eendu-\u015fi rolul cu r\u0103bdare de \u00eenger. Din ce \u00een ce mai compact, cu vertebre rigide \u015fi crispate, timpul se surp\u0103 din \u00eenalt \u015fi aud sc\u00eer\u0163\u00eeind pe obrajii b\u0103rbieri\u0163i ai Domnului partea ne\u00eenceput\u0103 a fiin\u0163ei mele se va ridica brusc pe v\u00eerfuri, c\u00eend, prin ciuturi albe, Anul Nou va curge din izvoare sfin\u0163ite, vom fi ajuns de unde am plecat. La cli\u015feul-teorie al secolului-vitez\u0103: umbrele noastre, una l\u00eeng\u0103 alta pe \u015finele trenului de sear\u0103 grele buruieni ni se urc\u0103 pe t\u0103lpi descul\u0163e vin p\u0103durile troienite pe jos, z\u0103pada \u0163ip\u0103 duios dinspre r\u0103ni se preface s\u00eengele \u00een vin. Dintre toate, pe P\u0103m\u00eent, ne r\u0103m\u00eene nimicul&#8230;sufletele &#8211; p\u0103s\u0103ri cosmice- s\u00eent strigate r\u00eend pe r\u00eend la catalog de Domnul&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cam a\u015fa \u00eenchei anul, ascult\u00eend, \u00een salonul de concert, \u00eenc\u0103 de la Facerea lumii, mersul timpului \u00eenspre mine\u2026 \u00een spa\u0163iul t\u0103ios dintre ger \u015fi cuv\u00eent mi se face dor de chipul lui Iisus, a\u015fa cum \u00eel vedeam \u00een copil\u0103rie printre candele aprinse. Fecioara Maria se bucur\u0103 ve\u015fnic. Bucur\u0103-te Marie!, Iisus este cu Tine! Binecuv\u00eentat\u0103 e\u015fti Tu \u00eentre femei! Pe Tine, Cea cu adev\u0103rat N\u0103sc\u0103toare de Dumnezeu, se cuvine s\u0103 te fericesc!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Maria Diana Popescu\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.art-emis.ro\/\" target=\"_blank\">Revista ART \u2013 EMIS<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>M-a prins Anul Nou la tabl\u0103 scriind \u00een intersec\u0163ia \u00een care locuiesc de o ve\u015fnicie. 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