{"id":22172,"date":"2015-03-23T12:52:20","date_gmt":"2015-03-23T12:52:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=22172"},"modified":"2015-03-23T12:52:20","modified_gmt":"2015-03-23T12:52:20","slug":"alexandra-mihalache-boris-ioachim-despre-leacul-sufletului","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/03\/23\/alexandra-mihalache-boris-ioachim-despre-leacul-sufletului\/","title":{"rendered":"Alexandra MIHALACHE: Boris Ioachim, despre leacul sufletului"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u201ePoezia lui Boris Ioachim inspir\u0103 \u00eencredere, speran\u0163\u0103 \u015fi poart\u0103 o aur\u0103 special\u0103. Este, f\u0103r\u0103 umbr\u0103 de \u00eendoial\u0103, aura unui \u00eenving\u0103tor care, \u00een ciuda vremurilor de restri\u015fte pe care le traverseaz\u0103 societatea rom\u00e2neasc\u0103 \u015fi, implicit, cultura rom\u00e2n\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi p\u0103streaz\u0103 intact senin\u0103tatea sufletului, a\u015fternut\u0103 \u00een mod miraculous \u00een versete de tainic\u0103 rug\u0103ciune\u201d.<\/em> (Gheorghe A. Stroia)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Autor a patru volume de poezii, Boris Ioachim este unul dintre poe\u0163ii ale c\u0103ror crea\u0163ii eman\u0103 sensibilitate \u015fi iubire, crea\u0163ii sculptate cu viziuni profunde \u015fi har. \u00cen versul s\u0103u doine\u015fte \u00a0cel mai frumos sentiment care str\u0103bate fiin\u0163a uman\u0103: iubirea. Poetul\u00a0 ridic\u0103 acest sentiment pe un piedestal str\u0103lucit, c\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-l cu m\u0103iestrie \u00een versuri desprinse\u00a0 parc\u0103 din p\u00e2nza ve\u015fniciei.<\/p>\n

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Mesajul care se contureaz\u0103 \u00een crea\u0163iile sale este acela c\u0103 omul cunoa\u015fte adev\u0103rata via\u0163\u0103 doar iubind, c\u0103ci singura flac\u0103r\u0103 care \u00eentre\u0163ine existen\u0163a uman\u0103 \u015fi arde cu o nobil\u0103 misiune este iubirea. S\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u015fti \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 iube\u015fti. Iat\u0103 c\u00e2t de frumos curge imnul iubirii dintr-un suflet care aspir\u0103 la deplin\u0103tate: \u201eAnotimpurile-\u0163i pot fi reci,\/ Sau sc\u0103ldate-n cald\u0103 str\u0103lucire\u2026\/ Po\u0163i tr\u0103i pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, sau s\u0103 petreci-\/ Dar nu po\u0163i tr\u0103i f\u0103r\u0103 iubire.\/\/ \u2026Via\u0163a p\u00e2n` la urm\u0103, e doar scrum,\/ E-un co\u015fmar sau alb\u0103 n\u0103lucire\u2026\/ Po\u0163i p\u0103\u015fi pe drept sau silnic drum\/ Dar nu po\u0163i tr\u0103i f\u0103r\u0103 iubire\u201d.<\/em> (Imn iubirii)<\/p>\n

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Fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103ri \u015fi emo\u0163ii \u00a0se \u00eempletesc \u00een ramuri de toamn\u0103, scutur\u00e2nd aleanul care-i macin\u0103 sufletul. \u00censetat de lini\u015fte, poetul caut\u0103 alinarea \u00een iubire. E singurul s\u0103u refugiu \u00eentr-un anotimp care \u00eei st\u00e2rne\u015fte temeri \u015fi triste\u0163e. E unicul ad\u0103post \u00een care se risipesc nelini\u015ftile, care are puterea de a-i \u00a0\u015fterge lacrimile suferin\u0163ei: \u201e\u00cen seara v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103 de toamn\u0103 -\/ S\u0103rut\u0103-mi ochii umezi, doamn\u0103\/ C\u0103ci vin spre mine, f\u0103r\u0103 nume -\/ G\u00e2ndiri despre sf\u00e2r\u015fit de lume.\/\/ \u015ei simt \u00een piept tot plumbul lumii\/ \u015ei aud t\u0103cerea grea a humii.\/ Aud cum pl\u00e2ng copaci \u00een toamn\u0103 -\/ S\u0103rut\u0103-m\u0103 pe suflet, doamn\u0103.\u201d<\/em> (Alean de toamn\u0103)<\/p>\n

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Iubirea este redat\u0103 ca un rod curat al c\u0103rui izvor este divinitatea, care cre\u015fte sublim fiind ocrotit\u0103 cu puteri l\u0103untrice cov\u00e2r\u015fitoare. \u0162esut\u0103 din firul tainic al dorului \u015fi al absolutului care invadeaz\u0103 lumea sa, iubirea se consolideaz\u0103 \u00een forma-i pur\u0103: \u201eHai s\u0103 s\u0103dim un pom care s\u0103 creasc\u0103\/ Din sufletele noastre, altoit\/ Cu ramuri de sorginte \u00eengereasc\u0103\u2026\/ E\u015fti pregatit\u0103? \u2013 eu sunt preg\u0103tit!\/\/ Vreau, pomu-acesta, s\u0103-l s\u0103dim \u00een tain\u0103 -\/ Cu risipiri de doruri s\u0103-l ud\u0103m,\/ S\u0103-l ocrotim sub nev\u0103zuta hain\u0103\/ \u0162esut\u0103 din sublimul ce-l gust\u0103m.\u201d<\/em> (Aniversare)<\/p>\n

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\u00cenl\u0103n\u0163uit \u00een farmecele iubirii, poetul aspir\u0103 s\u0103 fie ve\u015fnic \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00een mantaua sclipitoare a dragostei, nicic\u00e2nd s\u0103 nu o lase s\u0103 se destrame. Dore\u015fte\u00a0 s\u0103 \u00eei fie sacru leg\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00eentru eternitate \u015fi s\u0103 se contopeasc\u0103 de-a pururi cu aceasta, sc\u0103ld\u00e2ndu-se \u00een senin\u0103tate: \u201eEu te previn, iubita mea,\/ C\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi- cred c\u0103-n cur\u00e2nd -\/ De suflet mi-te-voi lega\/ C\u0103 nu vei mai sc\u0103pa nicic\u00e2nd.\/\/ Te voi lega a\u015fa cum leag\u0103\/ P\u00e2r\u00e2u-\u015fi apa de izvor,\/ A\u015fa cum leag\u0103-\u015fi lumea-ntreag\u0103\/ Speran\u0163ele de viitor.\u201d<\/em> (Avertisment)<\/p>\n

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Boris Ioachim se descrie ca fiind poetul r\u0103s\u0103rit din alte veacuri, care c\u00e2nt\u0103 iubirea \u00eentr-un tainic alfabet. E acel alfabet \u00eenchegat cu pasiune \u015fi dorin\u0163i arz\u0103toare care relev\u0103 profunzimea sa interioar\u0103 \u015fi prin care \u015fi-a cl\u0103dit un stil inconfudabil, propriu care \u00eei confer\u0103 unicitate: \u201e\u015ei \u015ftiu c\u0103 sunt poetul ce pare c\u0103-i c\u0103zut\/ Din vremuri pr\u0103fuite, din vremuri de demult,\/ Un aiurit ce c\u00e2nt\u0103, cu viers cam desuet\/ Iubirea pentru tine, \u00een tainic alfabet.\u201d<\/em> (Azi vreau s\u0103-\u0163i scriu, iubito)<\/p>\n

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Poetul\u00a0 descoper\u0103 \u00een iubire unicul rost pe acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt. \u00a0\u00cen bra\u0163ele iubirii totul are sens, de aceea \u00eei \u00eenchin\u0103 o od\u0103.\u00a0 Poem sublim, s\u0103rutul iubirii \u00eel \u00eenchide \u00een sfera frumuse\u0163ii des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015fite, acolo nu exist\u0103 temeri, \u00eendoieli sau triste\u0163i. Cer senin \u015fi stea preacurat\u0103, iubirea e un c\u00e2nt al inimii pe corzile unei viori divine: \u201eUn c\u00e2ntec de iubire vreau s\u0103-\u0163i c\u00e2nt\/ Cu glas ca un prim\u0103v\u0103ratic v\u00e2nt,\/ C\u00e2nt cristalin, suav, nep\u0103m\u00e2ntean -\/ C\u00e2ntec de tine, c\u00e2ntec de alean:\/\/ Buzele tale calde-s un poem\/ Scris de un poet, nedezmin\u0163it boem\u2026\/ Dulcea\u0163a lor, iubito, c\u00e2nd o sorb\/ Devin, la toate cele, surd \u015fi orb.\/\/ \u015ei lumea mea- la tine o rezum\u2026\/ Restul e haos, pulbere \u015fi scrum;\/ Lipit de tine-o ve\u015fnicie-a\u015f sta,\/ <\/em><\/p>\n

Iubito-cerul meu \u015fi steaua mea.\u201d<\/em> (Buzele tale)<\/p>\n

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Imn al nemuririi, iubirea \u00eenseamn\u0103 libertate interioar\u0103, siguran\u0163\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenflorire. S\u0103 vezi dincolo de efemer, s\u0103 dezlegi mistere \u015fi ne\u00een\u0163elesuri, s\u0103 fr\u00e2ngi lac\u0103tele vremelniciei \u015fi s\u0103 plute\u015fti f\u0103r\u0103 bariere. Asta reu\u015fe\u015fte Boris Ioachim prin versuri \u015flefuite \u00een acorduri fermec\u0103toare, s\u0103 guste licoarea cea mai fin\u0103 a legilor p\u0103m\u00e2ntene \u015fi s\u0103 fie subjugat de cel mai nobil st\u0103p\u00e2n: \u201eC\u00e2nd iube\u015fti \u0163i-e pasul sigur, calc\u00e2nd slobod \u015fi vioi\/ \u015ei privirea-\u0163i \u00eenflore\u015fte c\u00e2nd roste\u015fti cuv\u00e2ntul <<doi>>.\/ Semenii \u0163i-i sim\u0163i prieteni \u015fi s\u0103-i \u00een\u0163elegi \u00eenve\u0163i\/ Iar un z\u00e2mbet cald te face, dintr-o dat\u0103, s\u0103 te-mbe\u0163i.\/\/ C\u00e2nd \u00a0iube\u015fti, cu \u00eenc\u00e2ntare po\u0163i \u0163inti spre viitor\/ C\u0103ci iubirea te preschimb\u0103 din pietroi \u00een fulg u\u015for.\/ \u00centr-un veac \u00een care banul este un ciocoi haps\u00e2n -\/ Vreau iubirea s\u0103-mi domine sufletul \u2013 ca un st\u0103p\u00e2n.\u201d<\/em> (C\u00e2ntec despre dragoste)<\/p>\n

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Amurgul \u015fi r\u0103s\u0103ritul, luna \u015fi soarele fuzioneaz\u0103 \u00een cel mai sf\u00e2nt decor \u00a0care descrie frumuse\u0163ea r\u0103v\u0103\u015fitoare a iubirii, sfin\u0163it\u0103 cu rou\u0103 \u015fi senin. Se contempl\u0103 un peisaj divin \u00een care murmur\u0103 iubirea, iar chipul ei e m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat de razele eternit\u0103\u0163ii. Aici e limanul la care ajunge poetul \u015fi simte reg\u0103sirea \u015fi \u00eemplinirea: \u201eFemeia mea de rou\u0103 \u015fi de lun\u0103,\/ Femeia mea de zori \u015fi de senin,\/ Cum ar putea iubirea mea s\u0103-\u0163i spun\u0103\/ C\u0103-mi esti liman temeinic \u015fi deplin?\/\/ \u2026Femeia mea de lun\u0103 \u015fi de soare,\/ Femeia mea de zori \u015fi asfin\u0163it,\/ Tu, prospe\u0163imea pomilor \u00een floare -\/ \u00cen tine, pe deplin, m-am reg\u0103sit\u2026\u201d <\/em>(C\u00e2ntec pentru tine\u2026)<\/p>\n

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Fiindc\u0103 iubirea se desfat\u0103 uneori \u00eentre patimi , poetul zugr\u0103ve\u015fte imagini prin care relev\u0103 riscul de a iubi. Dar este cel mai frumos risc pe care \u015fi-l poate asuma un muritor. Prin acest zbor te po\u0163i \u00een\u0103l\u0163a victorios. Accentu\u00e2nd \u00a0\u00eensemn\u0103tatea iubirii prin jocul de contraste \u015fi paradoxuri, poetul dovede\u015fte \u00a0m\u0103iestrie \u015fi profunzime f\u0103r\u0103 margini: \u201eIubirea-i plumb, iubirea-i zbor -\/ E r\u00e2vna lutului spre stea;\/ Iubirea-i mergere pe nor -\/ De unde po\u0163i, oric\u00e2nd, c\u0103dea.\/\/ Iubirea-i ger, iubirea-i foc -\/ Dar \u015fi seninul infinit\u2026\/ E chin ad\u00e2nc \u015fi nenoroc -\/ Dar \u015fi Edenul reg\u0103sit.\u201d<\/em> (Ce n-ai \u015ftiut – \u015fi nu vei \u015fti\u2026)<\/p>\n

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Chipul iubirii are o aur\u0103 \u00eengereasc\u0103 \u015fi este sculptat cu dalta dorului. Din cuv\u00e2ntul \u00eenrourat cu credin\u0163\u0103, iubirea se contureaz\u0103 pe firmamentul nem\u0103rginirii, vegheat\u0103 de a\u015ftri \u00een mister. Poetul poate modela \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015farea iubirii din v\u0103p\u0103ile mistuitoare ascunse \u00een privirea sa. Chiar dac\u0103 se \u00eenstr\u0103ineaz\u0103 iubirea colind\u00e2nd pe alei nedefinite, o poate cuprinde \u00een unde \u00a0\u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rate: \u201eAdesea-\u0163i sculptez chipul din lespede de g\u00e2nd -\/ C-o dalt\u0103 f\u0103urit\u0103 din dor \u015fi din cuv\u00e2nt\u2026\/ Dar mai ades, \u00een noapte, cu flac\u0103ra privirii,\/ \u00ce\u0163i\u00a0 modelez f\u0103ptura din purpura privirii.\/\/ Iubito, e\u015fti departe,\u00a0 sub alte z\u0103ri tr\u0103ie\u015fti\/ \u015ei pe alei str\u0103ine, tu pasu-\u0163i potrive\u015fti\/ Cu alte ore, clipe\u2026\u00een triste-amiezi ada\u015fti -\/ \u015ei te vegheaz\u0103-n noapte str\u0103ini \u015fi sumbri a\u015ftri.\u201d<\/em> (Chipul t\u0103u)<\/p>\n

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\u00cens\u0103\u015fi iubirea devine un colind, c\u0103ci sufletul s\u0103u tresalt\u0103 cufundat \u00eentr-o dulce uitare. Bradul, simbol al verdelui etern, redefine\u015fte f\u0103ptura care-i dezmiard\u0103 sim\u0163urile \u015fi \u00eei alin\u0103 triste\u0163ile. Cur\u0103\u0163enie spiritual\u0103, purificare \u015fi senin\u0103tate sunt oglindite de neaua care picteaz\u0103 portetul f\u0103pturii ginga\u015fe precum o r\u00e2ndunea: \u201eDragostea mea-i un colind -\/ C\u0103ci din mine m\u0103 desprind\/ \u015ei-n uitare dulce cad -\/ Fat\u0103 mirosind a brad\/ A brad verde \u015fi a nea -\/ Fat\u0103 \u2013 ginga\u015f – r\u00e2ndunea,\/ R\u0103t\u0103cita printre ierni\/ Ca triste\u0163ile s\u0103-mi cerni.\u201d<\/em> (Colind de dragoste II)<\/p>\n

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O vreme de poveste desprins\u0103 din ve\u015fnicii \u00eei retreze\u015fte poetului \u00een sim\u0163uri doruri \u015fi dorin\u0163i nest\u0103p\u00e2nite. \u00centreaga sa lume se rezum\u0103 la dragostea care-l \u00eempline\u015fte \u015fi \u00een ochii c\u0103reia poate cuprinde \u00eentreaga zare alb\u0103 ca neaua. E un orizont al profunzimii \u00een care \u00ee\u015fi \u00eeneac\u0103 tr\u0103irile: \u201eZ\u0103natice g\u00e2nduri, precum c\u0103 nu e\u015fti\/ Cu mine, iubito, m\u0103 scurm\u0103\u2026\/ Afar\u0103 e iarna, e timp de pove\u015fti -\/ Nicicum de privire \u00een urm\u0103.\/\/ C\u0103ci lumea, iubito, tu \u00eemi e\u015fti acum,\/ \u00cen ochii t\u0103i- larg\u0103 e zarea!\/ Prive\u015fte, din hornuri se-nal\u0163\u0103 alb fum -\/ La fel de alb ca ninsoarea.\u201d<\/em> (Cu tine)<\/p>\n

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Tristetea e un alt sentiment care fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 ad\u00e2ncurile poetului c\u0103zut \u00een \u00eensingurarea anotimpului rece. Nicio frunz\u0103 care s\u0103-i trezeasc\u0103 fioruri, niciun ecou care s\u0103-i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie dorurile nest\u0103vilite: \u201eCum s\u0103 te-ntreb, iubito, ce mai faci?\/ C\u00e2nd nu-i, m\u0103car, o frunz\u0103 prin copaci\/ Ca s\u0103 trezeasc\u0103-n mine vreun fior -\/ Sosit-a timpul sterp al brumelor.\u201d<\/em> (Cum s\u0103 te-ntreb, iubito\u2026)<\/p>\n

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Timpul trece nep\u0103s\u0103tor fa\u0163\u0103 de \u00a0firea omeneasc\u0103, \u0163es\u00e2nd amintiri \u015fi spulber\u00e2ndu-le \u00een negura vremilor. Dorin\u0163a cea mai arz\u0103toare a poetului ar fi ca timpul s\u0103 stea \u00een loc, c\u0103ci \u00een aceast\u0103 manier\u0103 ar putea s\u0103 ating\u0103 valorile vie\u0163ii. Contopit cu timpul ar reu\u015fi s\u0103 des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015feasc\u0103 forma iubirii: \u201eDac\u0103 timpul amintire\/ Despre toate ar avea -\/ Poate des mi-ar sta \u00een fire\/ S\u0103 \u00a0te port \u00een mintea mea.\/\/ Daca anii- p\u0103s\u0103ri sure -\/ N-ar zbura prin veacul sp\u00e2n,\/ Sufletu-ar putea s\u0103 \u00eendure\/ Numele s\u0103 \u0163i-l \u00eeng\u00e2n\/\/ \u00cens\u0103 timpul- gri pl\u0103mad\u0103 -\/ Zboar\u0103, \u00eentins, pe drumul s\u0103u,\/ Printre vise, dor \u015fi sfad\u0103 -\/ Am pierdut numele t\u0103u.\u201d<\/em> (Dac\u0103 timpul\u2026)<\/p>\n

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\u00centreb\u0103ri mistuitoare vin ca o avalan\u015f\u0103 peste g\u00e2ndurile poetului, cufund\u00e2ndu-l \u00eentr-un cerc tainic unde caut\u0103 ner\u0103bd\u0103tor r\u0103spunsuri la legile firii. \u00cencearc\u0103 s\u0103 deslu\u015feasc\u0103 din aceste taine care-l macin\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-se purtat de un v\u0103l tulbur\u0103tor: \u201eTe rog s\u0103-mi spui, iubito, de ce sunt plopii goi\/ \u015ei soarta de ce oare ne-a \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it la doi?\/\/ De ce e rece noaptea, cocorii de ce\u00a0 pleac\u0103\/ \u015ei de ce simt, adesea, c\u0103 pl\u00e2nsul m\u0103 \u00eeneac\u0103?\/\/ Hai spune-mi tu, iubito, de ce a c\u0103zut brum\u0103\/ \u015ei ce blestem ne face s\u0103 nu fim \u00eempreun\u0103?\u201d<\/em> (De ce?)<\/p>\n

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\u00censetat de doruri, poetul \u00ee\u015fi cheam\u0103 iubirea acolo unde doar roua poate stinge focul dezl\u0103n\u0163uit: \u201eDe s-ar putea, iubito, cumva s\u0103 ne-nt\u00e2lnim\/ \u00cen ceasu-n care roua se-a\u015feaz\u0103- s-o sorbim\u2026\/ Cu buzele uscate de dor \u015fi nenoroc\/ Ca perlele de rou\u0103 s\u0103 sting\u0103-al nostru foc.\u201d <\/em>(De s-ar putea, iubito)<\/p>\n

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Fumul toamnelor t\u00e2rzii \u00eenv\u0103luie sufletul poetului \u00eentr-un dor nem\u0103rginit, rememor\u00e2nd clipe de o semnifica\u0163ie aparte. Acolo unde frunzele s-au a\u015fternut pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul nemuririi, acolo au c\u0103zut \u015fi dovezile supreme ale iubirii. \u00cen toamnele t\u00e2rzii au r\u0103mas amintiri nepre\u0163uite ce re\u00eenvie atunci c\u00e2nd prive\u015fte ramurile sfin\u0163ite cu dor: \u201eHei, iubito, tu mai \u015ftii\/ Azi c\u00e2nd frunza-i \u00eenc\u0103-n ram -\/ Fumul toamnelor t\u00e2rzii\/ C\u00e2nd \u00een bra\u0163e te \u0163ineam?\/\/ Mai \u0163ii minte, tu, cum \u2013vai!\/ Sub n\u0103vala norilor -\/ Roua ochilor jertfeai\/ Pe morm\u00e2ntul frunzelor?\u201d<\/em> (Fumul toamnelor t\u00e2rzii)<\/p>\n

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Prin versurile sale poetul \u00ee\u015fi g\u0103se\u015fte vindecarea, \u00ee\u015fi alin\u0103 r\u0103nile, \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentre\u0163ine visele. Respir\u0103 poezie \u015fi se hr\u0103ne\u015fte cu poezie. \u00cei este chin, \u00eei este balsam, \u00eei este via\u0163\u0103. \u201ePentru mine poezia este at\u00e2t\u00a0 boal\u0103, c\u0103t \u015fi leac al sufletului\u201d<\/em>, afirm\u0103 poetul Boris Ioachim.<\/p>\n

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Alexandra MIHALACHE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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