{"id":20703,"date":"2015-01-30T20:38:25","date_gmt":"2015-01-30T20:38:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=20703"},"modified":"2015-02-01T09:49:29","modified_gmt":"2015-02-01T09:49:29","slug":"franko-sicra-poesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/01\/30\/franko-sicra-poesis\/","title":{"rendered":"Franko Sicra: poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Se scutur\u0103 \u00een zori…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Se scutur\u0103 \u00een zori m\u0103nunchi de vise,
\nV\u00e2ntul zilei…. le spulber\u0103 \u00een z\u0103ri,
\nC\u00e2nd frigul dimine\u0163ii retrage \u00een culise,
\nDorin\u0163a unei nop\u0163i… val de vis\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

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Mi-ai trecut din nou prin noapte,
\nMireasma ta…s-a r\u0103sp\u00e2ndit pe perna mea ,
\n\u00cenfiorat fiind…de-a tale \u015foapte,
\nGemea un suflet…\u00een pl\u00e2ns de dor de ea .<\/p>\n

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Sim\u0163eam s\u0103rutul t\u0103u pe buze,
\nSi bra\u0163ul ginga\u015f cum m\u0103 cuprindea,
\nDin ochi \u00ee\u0163i sc\u00e2nteiau lumini difuze,
\nSclipiri care \u00een ceruri m\u0103 r\u0103pea.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd m\u00e2na-\u0163i firav\u0103 se r\u0103t\u0103cea prin p\u0103r,
\n\u00cen m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea dorului ce g\u00e2ndul st\u0103p\u00e2nea,
\nDoream cu dragostea-\u0163i s\u0103 \u00eemi acop\u0103r,
\nFiin\u0163a…. ce pe tine te dorea.<\/p>\n

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Erai un vis… sau o dorin\u0163\u0103…
\nO vraj-a nop\u0163ii venit\u0103 de neunde,
\nDar un blestem… te fur\u0103-n diminea\u0163\u0103,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2ndu-mi doar un dor… pe-a g\u00e2ndurilor unde .<\/p>\n

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Din nou…..<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Din nou…. din nou ai poposit
\nPe geana-mi obosit\u0103,
\nAcum… c\u00e2nd noaptea a venit,
\nCu amintiri de-o clip\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Atunci c\u00e2nd buzele \u00een tremur spun,
\nCuvinte…. nerostite….
\nDoar…. doar tu mai ai cuv\u00e2nt,
\nPrin pleoapa-mi obosit\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Cuv\u00e2ntul sufletului dai….
\nPrin bobul de cristale
\nCe popose\u015fte-n ochi de jar,
\nC\u0103z\u00e2nd apoi poale.<\/p>\n

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Un alt cuv\u00e2nt din suflet \u00eemi va izvorii ,
\nAv\u00e2nd…. aceea\u015fi soart\u0103…
\nPe-obraz…. scurt timp va poposi
\n\u00cen drum spre o \u0163ar\u00een\u0103 moart\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Doar visul… el va dainuii….
\nAcum…\u015fi -n vesnicie….
\n\u00cen el… tu doamna mea vei fii
\nChiar de e\u015fti o am\u0103gire<\/p>\n

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\u00ce\u015fi cerne noaptea…. <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00ce\u015fi cerne noaptea vis doinind,
\nPe aripe de stele,
\nEu stau la geamuri a\u015ftept\u00e2nd
\nCu gandurile mele.<\/p>\n

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Din lun\u0103 picuri de lumine
\nLovesc \u00een umbrele pierdute ,
\nIar stropii ei trezesc \u00een mine
\nDragi amintiri avute.<\/p>\n

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Tu dormi, pe perna t-a r\u0103mas,
\nUn trandafir \u00een floare,
\nFurat de min’ c\u00e2ndva \u00een ceas
\nDe \u00eenseratic\u0103 plimbare.<\/p>\n

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Pe buze vorbe \u00ee\u0163i \u015foptesc,
\nUn nume sau… p\u0103rere,
\nMa chemi prin vis,eu m\u0103 gr\u0103besc
\nS\u0103-\u0163i fac a ta pl\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

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La capul t\u0103u \u00eemi odihnesc,
\n\u00cen clip-amarnic dorul,
\nPrin p\u0103rul lung c\u00e2nd pribegesc
\nO m\u00e2n\u0103,m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind odorul.<\/p>\n

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Tu dormi…tresari prin somn arare,
\nDin vis m\u0103 chemi s\u0103 vin la tin,
\nPe-a c\u0103ilor poteci stelare
\nSa fim doar eu… \u015fi-un vis divin.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen zborul clipei ce-a trecut,
\nS\u0103rut a ta f\u0103ptur\u0103,
\n\u015ei trec \u015fi eu \u00een azimut
\nPierdut \u00een umbra din negur\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Picuri… stropi de vise cad,
\nDin luna vr\u0103jitoare ,
\nDoinind…v\u0103rs\u00e2nd \u00een mine iad,
\nDe doruri care doare.<\/p>\n

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Din genunea… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Din genunea nev\u0103zut\u0103
\nVin \u00een grab\u0103 c\u0103tre maluri,
\nInso\u0163ind glas de l\u0103ut\u0103,
\nCavaleri… c\u0103l\u0103ri pe valuri.<\/p>\n

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Se reped molcom spre \u0163\u0103rmuri
\nObosi\u0163i de-at\u00e2t pribead ,
\nSe-odihnesc… \u015fi-apoi cu treburi
\nSe \u00eentorc din nou \u00een larg .<\/p>\n

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Lung \u00een urma lor ecou… r\u0103sun\u0103
\nCe cuprinde st\u00e2nca…. valul,
\nO chemare-n clar de lun\u0103,
\nCeluia r\u0103mas cu malul.<\/p>\n

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Dintre-a cerului petale…
\nDintre-a stelelor cunun\u0103…
\nPe a lunii raz\u0103 cale…
\nVis \u00een mare se adun\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Serenisime sirene,din ad\u00e2ncuri izvoresc ,
\nSe-adun\u0103-n malul m\u0103rii ,printre alge ce fo\u015fnesc ,
\n\u015ei \u00een \u015foapta lor cea dulce precum graiul \u00eengeresc,
\nVis\u0103torul de pe maluri, \u00eenspre valuri \u00eel momesc.<\/p>\n

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Chip de doruri dau sclipire
\nDin al largurilor h\u0103uri,
\n\u015ei st\u00e2rnindu-\u0163i amintire
\nTe \u00eendeamn\u0103 s\u0103 te-al\u0103turi .<\/p>\n

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Tu cuprins de-al lor miraj
\nPas cu pas pe val p\u0103\u015fe\u015fti,
\nD\u00e2ndu-i corpului curaj
\nSpre ad\u00e2nc c\u0103l\u0103tore\u015fti .<\/p>\n

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Iar \u00een lini\u015ftea deplin\u0103
\nDin ad\u00e2ncul apelor,
\nVei r\u0103m\u00e2ne m\u00e2n\u0103-n m\u00e2n\u0103,
\nCu iubita viselor.<\/p>\n

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Dar\u0103 marea-\u015fi cheam\u0103 valul,
\nIar cu el…. sirenele…
\nSpre al negurii hotarul,
\nDuc cu ele visele.<\/p>\n

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Doar un suflet trist \u015fi singur
\nDin nisip adun\u0103 vise,
\nF\u0103urind cu ele mugur,
\nPentr-un viitor de alte vise.<\/p>\n

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Iar de va fii…. <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Iar de va fi… ca luna s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103,
\nA nop\u0163ii taine, s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i \u015fopteasc\u0103 visul lor,
\n\u015ei stelele-n lumina lor cereasc\u0103
\nS\u0103-\u0163i lumineze taina tainelor.<\/p>\n

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S\u0103-\u0163i spun\u0103 despre c\u00e2ntul care strig\u0103-n mine,
\nDe-a chipului t\u0103u dor…sf\u00e2\u015fietor…
\nDe-a nop\u0163ii ner\u0103bdare ceas ce vine,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 petreci pe calea viselor.<\/p>\n

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Acolo unde…a crinilor petale \u00eenrouate ,
\nPiciorului… \u00een cale-\u0163i stau covor,
\n\u015ei-a v\u00e2ntului plimb\u0103ri \u00eenvolburate ,
\nS\u00e2nt m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri \u015fuvi\u0163elor \u00een zbor…<\/p>\n

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Acolo te a\u015ftept \u00een fiecare noapte,
\nDin tremuratul soarelui-n amurg,
\nLa r\u0103s\u0103ritul lunii…inima-mi se zbate,
\nDe dorul t\u0103u…din suflet lacrimi curg.<\/p>\n

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Hai… vino dar iubito, cu dor eu te a\u015ftept…
\nVino d\u0103-mi vie\u0163ii speran\u0163\u0103 \u015fi lumin\u0103…
\nAuzi de dor,cum bate inima \u00een piept…
\nVino…acuma noaptea e deplin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Prin colbul…. <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Prin colbul zilelor amare ,
\nTrecut-am ap\u0103sat din greu ,
\nDuceam \u00een suflet o durere mare,
\nCe ap\u0103sa \u015fi m\u0103-ndoia mereu .<\/p>\n

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Priveam \u00een jur la ceilal\u0163i trec\u0103tori,
\nPrin vadul vie\u0163ii…c\u0103l\u0103tori ca min,
\nVedeam la unii,umbre de rumori ,
\n\u015ei z\u00e2mbete uitate pe un chip senin.<\/p>\n

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Cu capul aplecat atunci treceam ,
\nPoteca zilnic\u0103 priveam \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat,
\n\u015ei m\u0103-ntrebam cu ce-am gre\u015fit de am,
\nO via\u0163\u0103…grea de \u00eendurat .<\/p>\n

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R\u0103spunsul nu g\u0103seam nicicum,
\nNici \u00een stelele cu care-ades vorbeam,
\nNici soarele nu mai dorea acum,
\nS\u0103-mi spun\u0103 de dorul ce-aveam.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 reg\u0103seam \u00een taine de vis\u0103ri,
\nUnde refugiu zilnic c\u0103utam ,
\nUnde-mi l\u0103sam pe-aleile din z\u0103ri,
\nS\u0103-mi zburde dorul ce aveam .<\/p>\n

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Hoin\u0103ream de m\u00e2ini cu fericirea,
\nB\u0103team c\u00e2mpii \u00een lung \u015fi-n lat,
\nC\u00e2nd oboseala ne-ajungea sim\u0163irea ,
\nOdihna ne d\u0103de-al vis\u0103rii pat .<\/p>\n

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\u00cembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa\u0163i …\u00een meandrele uit\u0103rii,
\nR\u0103t\u0103citori prin pulberea de stele,
\nD\u0103deam tributul nostru valurilor z\u0103rii,
\nUn om \u015fi-un vis…un c\u0103l\u0103tor prin stele .<\/p>\n

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Franko Sicra<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ravenna<\/p>\n

Italia<\/p>\n

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