{"id":22319,"date":"2015-03-25T13:13:53","date_gmt":"2015-03-25T13:13:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=22319"},"modified":"2015-03-25T13:13:53","modified_gmt":"2015-03-25T13:13:53","slug":"stefania-oproescu-arome-de-iarna-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/03\/25\/stefania-oproescu-arome-de-iarna-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"\u015etefania OPROESCU: Arome de iarn\u0103 (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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TROIENE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Umbla g\u00e2ndul meu h\u0103mesit dup\u0103 tine<\/p>\n

Cer\u015find m\u0103car o oprire \u00een troiene<\/p>\n

M\u0103car o am\u0103gire a focului mocnit din paie<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t s\u0103 nu \u00eenghe\u0163e de tot r\u0103suflarea celui singur<\/p>\n

Adulmeca mirosul trupului t\u0103u<\/p>\n

L\u0103sat \u00een urm\u0103, piele lep\u0103dat\u0103 de \u015farpe<\/p>\n

Poteci de \u00eentuneric despica \u00een jungla viscolului<\/p>\n

Care-i fura din osp\u0103\u0163 ultima nebunie<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndea g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 s-ar \u00eentoarce acas\u0103<\/p>\n

Sim\u0163ea deja c\u0103ldura \u00eenso\u0163irii cu uitarea<\/p>\n

Dar nu era dec\u00e2t delirul \u00eenghe\u0163ului.<\/p>\n

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AROME DE IARN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ninge ascu\u0163it \u015fi aspru \u00een v\u00e2rtejuri de v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

Peste mirosul\u00a0 lemnului verde proasp\u0103t despicat<\/p>\n

\u00cenf\u0103\u015furat \u00een v\u0103l\u0103tuci de cenu\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n

Amestec de lumin\u0103 \u015fi \u00eentuneric<\/p>\n

La por\u0163ile vrai\u015fte ale dimine\u0163ilor<\/p>\n

Diamante r\u0103nesc privirea \u00een r\u0103gazul amiezii<\/p>\n

Din albul \u0163intuit cu s\u0103ge\u0163i de soare<\/p>\n

O moin\u0103 pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103 \u00eenso\u0163e\u015fte amiezile<\/p>\n

Cu arom\u0103 de piele t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 sp\u0103lat\u0103 de ploaie<\/p>\n

Cerul \u00een asfin\u0163it<\/p>\n

Se r\u0103sfr\u00e2nge zmeuriu pe acoperi\u015furi<\/p>\n

\u015ei intr\u0103 verde hialin \u00een noapte<\/p>\n

Ca \u00eentr-un m\u0103r crud<\/p>\n

Nori negri furi\u015fa\u0163i prin v\u00e2rful salc\u00e2milor<\/p>\n

Umbresc fa\u0163a lunii<\/p>\n

Vaietul vulpilor zg\u00e2rie u\u015file \u00eenchise<\/p>\n

In spatele lor arom\u0103 de chihlimbar<\/p>\n

R\u0103sp\u00e2ndit\u0103 de fosforul\u00a0 vetrelor aprinse.<\/p>\n

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PAS\u0102REA DE GHEA\u0162\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u015ei\u00a0 iar v\u0103d pas\u0103rea zbur\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

prin cupola bisericii goale<\/p>\n

nici un sf\u00e2nt nu bate din aripile<\/p>\n

pictate pe ziduri<\/p>\n

s\u0103i \u00eenso\u0163easc\u0103 \u00eentoarcerea.<\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103ce\u015fte prin culori de vitralii<\/p>\n

love\u015fte necunoscute orizonturi dure<\/p>\n

aude doar pocnetul ca de grindin\u0103<\/p>\n

al trupului ce-i desparte memoria<\/p>\n

de relieful necunoscut al prezentului<\/p>\n

pe care ghearele nu reu\u015fesc s\u0103-l aga\u0163e.<\/p>\n

Clipele de odihn\u0103 \u00eei alunec\u0103<\/p>\n

Pic\u0103tur\u0103 cu pic\u0103tur\u0103 din trup<\/p>\n

Pe altar, diminea\u0163\u0103, o pas\u0103re moart\u0103.<\/p>\n

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MOARTEA P\u0102S\u0102RII DE GHEA\u0162\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pas\u0103rea de ghea\u0163\u0103 \u00eenvelit\u0103-n culori,<\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 din roiul visului<\/p>\n

M-a ales s\u0103-i alin plecarea din clip\u0103<\/p>\n

Cu basmul focului sacru,<\/p>\n

Mi se topea \u00een palm\u0103 transparen\u0163a culorilor<\/p>\n

\u015ei se prelungea \u00een buza umed\u0103 a nop\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u00cempu\u0163in\u00e2ndu-i trupul,<\/p>\n

Fluturi negri, bezmetici, cu p\u00e2ntecul greu<\/p>\n

Se izbeau de zidurile albe ale bisericii<\/p>\n

L\u0103s\u00e2nd pete \u00eentunecate<\/p>\n

\u00cen neostenita capcan\u0103 a mi\u015fc\u0103rii<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd roata luminii a-nflorit<\/p>\n

Vitraliile de deasupra altarului<\/p>\n

\u015ei am v\u0103zut pas\u0103rea cealalt\u0103, de s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 \u00een zbor<\/p>\n

C\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u015fi ie\u015firea din fereastr\u0103 \u00een fereastr\u0103<\/p>\n

Sub privirea indiferent\u0103 a \u00eengerilor.<\/p>\n

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PRIVEGHI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ramurile desfrunzite ale copacilor<\/p>\n

\u0162eseau norii spar\u0163i de cornul auriu al lunii<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul murmura cu glas de z\u0103pad\u0103<\/p>\n

Dansul sirenelor nop\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

T\u0103ceam am\u00e2ndoi ca-n templu<\/p>\n

Pa\u015fii se auzeau \u00eenfundat<\/p>\n

Sub arcada \u00eenalt\u0103 a vremii,<\/p>\n

Bel\u015fugul miresmelor albe<\/p>\n

C\u0103dea ca spuma cascadelor<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00een m\u00e2inile noastre \u00eempreunate<\/p>\n

Se topea r\u0103suflarea suspinului,<\/p>\n

Lini\u015ftea noastr\u0103 s\u0103lb\u0103ticit\u0103<\/p>\n

Prin alb\u0103strimile nop\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Tot acolo eram, acela\u015fi c\u00e2ntec<\/p>\n

\u00cenchipuia imaginea r\u0103t\u0103cirii,<\/p>\n

Sub coroane de argint ascundeam<\/p>\n

Paloarea s\u00e2ngelui, umbra destr\u0103mat\u0103<\/p>\n

A nebuniei, gloria c\u0103rnii<\/p>\n

\u00cembl\u00e2nzit\u0103 de calmul unui tandru priveghi.<\/p>\n

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BOCET<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Aspr\u0103 floare de o\u0163et<\/p>\n

m\u0103 sufoci\u00a0 \u00eencet \u00eencet<\/p>\n

din fundul butoiului<\/p>\n

din pierderea boiului<\/p>\n

vinul dulce s-a g\u0103tat<\/p>\n

se a\u015fterne de iernat<\/p>\n

de iernatul s\u00e2ngelui<\/p>\n

\u00een carnea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

dulce floare de salc\u00e2m<\/p>\n

ce n-a\u015f\u00a0 da s\u0103 mai am\u00e2n<\/p>\n

desp\u0103r\u0163irea de p\u00e2rjol<\/p>\n

s\u0103 mai stau cu trupul gol<\/p>\n

sor\u0103 macilor din gr\u00e2u<\/p>\n

\u015ftim\u0103 apelor din r\u00e2u<\/p>\n

floare \u2013amar\u0103 de m\u0103ce\u015f<\/p>\n

fals\u0103 umbr\u0103 de cire\u015f<\/p>\n

n-am pe cine p\u0103c\u0103li<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se duc\u0103 \u00een pustii<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se duc\u0103-n locul meu<\/p>\n

unde to\u0163i se duc mereu<\/p>\n

s\u0103 m\u0103 lase a\u015ftept\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

s\u0103-mi vii tu din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

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R\u0102GAZUL DINTRE IUBIRE \u015eI MOARTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd opiumul somnului<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi pierde t\u0103ria<\/p>\n

\u015ei apa \u00eendoielii se strecoar\u0103<\/p>\n

Printre ruinele sim\u0163urilor<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een t\u0103r\u00e2mul visului<\/p>\n

Unde oric\u00e2nd poate s\u0103 explodeze \u00eentunericul<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd zilele sunt sp\u0103late cu praf<\/p>\n

\u015ei nop\u0163ile sunt fructe secate de miez<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd ai pierdut sprinteneala suferin\u0163ei<\/p>\n

\u015ei gustul furtunilor de s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

E semn c\u0103 undeva ai r\u0103t\u0103cit drumul<\/p>\n

\u015ei acum vie\u0163uie\u015fti<\/p>\n

\u00cen r\u0103gazul dintre iubire \u015fi moarte.<\/p>\n

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DE C\u00c2ND AI PLECAT<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De c\u00e2nd ai plecat<\/p>\n

ceasul \u00ee\u015fi rote\u015fte s\u0103biile prin carnea mea<\/p>\n

jalnic fachir am\u0103gindu-m\u0103<\/p>\n

cu spectatorii t\u0103cu\u0163i dintr-o vaz\u0103<\/p>\n

flori ofilite de refuzul t\u0103u<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un anotimp care mi-a destr\u0103mat cuvintele<\/p>\n

ce nu mai ajungeau la tine.<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2nd ai plecat<\/p>\n

vocea mea nu mai are contur<\/p>\n

silab\u0103 de silab\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cind \u00een exil.<\/p>\n

Trupul meu a \u00eencremenit \u00een carapace de plumb<\/p>\n

Pe care nimic nu-l atinge.<\/p>\n

Prin odaia unde c\u00e2ndva \u00eenflorea nebunia z\u00e2mbetelor<\/p>\n

Doar timpul se-ndoaie<\/p>\n

De dorul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

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RESEMNARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2t\u0103 r\u0103bdare sau c\u00e2t\u0103 minciun\u0103<\/p>\n

Po\u0163i s\u0103 \u00eenfiezi c\u00e2nd nici amintirile<\/p>\n

Nu mai au miezul reav\u0103n,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd se usuc\u0103 glasul pl\u00e2nsului<\/p>\n

\u015ei cad dorin\u0163ele una c\u00e2te una,<\/p>\n

Muguri otr\u0103vi\u0163i de pojarul brumei.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00eenserarea nu mai miroase<\/p>\n

A tanin, nici plec\u0103rile nu se mai<\/p>\n

Jupoaie din carne<\/p>\n

Nemiloase ca talazul n\u0103prasnic.<\/p>\n

Ce curaj \u00ee\u0163i trebuie\u00a0 s\u0103 mai respiri<\/p>\n

\u00cen orele dezumflate<\/p>\n

De la marginea visului<\/p>\n

Sau ce team\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0163i \u00eenfiezi \u00een fiecare zi<\/p>\n

Masca resemn\u0103rii<\/p>\n

\u015ei-o hr\u0103ne\u015fti cu cea mai ieftin\u0103 p\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

Necurmat\u0103 \u00eentoarcere a visului<\/p>\n

Pe altarul de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

Al apropiatei \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

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\u00ceN PARTEA CEALALT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Vom afla atunci, c\u0103 am trecut ultima vam\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd firea cunoscut\u0103 a lucrurilor<\/p>\n

Va fi inversat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tul va deveni \u00eenainte, c\u00e2nd to\u0163i cei deja pleca\u0163i<\/p>\n

Cu toat\u0103 uitarea lor<\/p>\n

Ne vor sta \u00een fa\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

Precum cocorii \u00een v\u00e2rful c\u00e2rdului,<\/p>\n

Iar noi, vom veni din urm\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cenv\u0103\u0163\u00e2nd cum s\u0103 continu\u0103m moartea<\/p>\n

\u00cen partea cealalt\u0103<\/p>\n

Proasp\u0103t \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163ui\u0163i \u00een galera timpului.<\/p>\n

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MEMORIA \u00ceNGERILOR C\u0102ZU\u0162I<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Libertate a zborului doar \u00eenapoi<\/p>\n

\u015ei doar prin s\u00e2ngele propriu<\/p>\n

Ca amintirea poemului zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se<\/p>\n

\u00cen labirintul gr\u00e2ului, macii \u00een\u015fel\u0103tori<\/p>\n

Fulger\u00e2nd potecile \u00eenflorite ale c\u0103rnii,<\/p>\n

Clipa de be\u0163ie topit\u0103 \u00een miezul gr\u0103dinii<\/p>\n

Amintirea cerului violet<\/p>\n

Asfin\u0163it de octombrie r\u0103sfr\u00e2nt \u00een iazul p\u0103str\u0103vului s\u0103lbatec.<\/p>\n

Amintirea florilor de m\u0103ce\u015f spuzind m\u0103r\u0103cini\u015ful gr\u0103dinilor<\/p>\n

Fragi \u00een f\u00e2ne\u0163e<\/p>\n

N\u0103p\u0103dite de c\u0103ldura dup\u0103 amiezilor,<\/p>\n

Ploaie de mai, roua frunzi\u015fului crud al p\u0103durilor,<\/p>\n

Pedepse ale pr\u0103bu\u015firii, amintirile<\/p>\n

Singurul zbor permis prin r\u0103nile r\u0103mase<\/p>\n

\u00cen memoria \u00eengerilor c\u0103zu\u0163i,<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 smulgerea aripilor<\/p>\n

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CO\u015eMAR\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen visele cele mai cumin\u0163i<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd numai dep\u0103rtarea de cas\u0103<\/p>\n

N\u0103lucea aspru ca apa s\u0103rat\u0103<\/p>\n

B\u0103ut\u0103 \u00een ar\u015fi\u0163a setei,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd plec\u0103rile nu c\u0103deau \u00een pl\u00e2nset<\/p>\n

\u015ei toamnele erau felinare de fosfor<\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103uzind trecerea v\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

Prin risipa alb\u0103<\/p>\n

A florilor de volbur\u0103 \u00eenmiresmate de ger<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd universul \u00eentreg era c\u0103ptu\u015fit cu bra\u0163ele mamei<\/p>\n

Chiar \u015fi atunci<\/p>\n

\u00cen visele cele mai curate<\/p>\n

Se strecura ca o ar\u0103tare stranie<\/p>\n

Spaima surp\u0103rii cerului \u00eentunecat<\/p>\n

V\u00e2rtejul mor\u0163ii ca un sorb<\/p>\n

Alc\u0103tuit din roata ar\u0103mie a stelelor \u00een mi\u015fcare<\/p>\n

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SINGUR \u00ceN ROIUL CUVINTELOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cutreier halucinante trotuare<\/p>\n

Aglomerate cu trupuri r\u0103t\u0103cind<\/p>\n

Prin spa\u0163iul sim\u0163urilor<\/p>\n

Ca semin\u0163ele \u00een capsule de mac<\/p>\n

Anonim \u00een roiul cuvintelor<\/p>\n

Inventez t\u0103ceri cu sensuri ascunse<\/p>\n

Inventez priviri<\/p>\n

Scormonind prin rugina dep\u0103rt\u0103rilor<\/p>\n

Inventez c\u0103r\u0103ri labirintice ale rostului<\/p>\n

Dar nimic nu \u00eenlocuie\u015fte drogul vie\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Spaima pierderii sale<\/p>\n

\u00cembl\u00e2nze\u015fte t\u00e2nguirile g\u00e2ndului<\/p>\n

Adoarme am\u0103girea vis\u0103rilor<\/p>\n

\u015ei stinge urma focurilor de artificii.<\/p>\n

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SETE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103 ai fi o pic\u0103tur\u0103 de ap\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei ai c\u0103dea de pe ram asemenea unei frunze<\/p>\n

O sete nem\u0103rginit\u0103 m-ar purta dup\u0103 tine<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een p\u00e2ntecul altei lumi.<\/p>\n

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TR\u0102DARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Descop\u0103r o tr\u0103dare<\/p>\n

Cresc\u00e2nd din neputin\u0163a mea<\/p>\n

Ca un cu\u0163it blestemat<\/p>\n

T\u0103indu-\u015fi singur venele<\/p>\n

In am\u0103gire nu-i sc\u0103pare<\/p>\n

Cum nu izvor\u0103\u015fte apa bun\u0103 de b\u0103ut<\/p>\n

\u00cen f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni p\u0103r\u0103site<\/p>\n

Fiecare zi macin\u0103 c\u00e2te pu\u0163in\u0103 iertare<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 la fundul sacului<\/p>\n

Din care semin\u0163e roase de molii<\/p>\n

Nu mai dau rod<\/p>\n

Nu mai dospesc r\u0103t\u0103ciri<\/p>\n

Se tot \u00eengusteaz\u0103 drumul<\/p>\n

Pe care n-a mai umblat demult<\/p>\n

Slobod\u0103 bucuria<\/p>\n

\u015ei oric\u00e2t ai dr\u0103mui otrava iubirii<\/p>\n

Niciodat\u0103 nu ajunge p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n

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TABLOU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pete ar\u0103mii de soare \u00een amurg<\/p>\n

Str\u0103lucind prin frunzi\u015ful \u00eentunecat al arinilor<\/p>\n

Mirosul de frunz\u0103 strivit\u0103 al apei<\/p>\n

Curgerea ei clipocind cu tres\u0103rire<\/p>\n

De trestie verde<\/p>\n

Unda molatec\u0103 din scobitura malului rupt<\/p>\n

\u00cempletit cu r\u0103d\u0103cini<\/p>\n

Copilul sub\u0163iratic \u015fi negricios<\/p>\n

Ie\u015find din \u015fuvoi l\u00e2ng\u0103 bolovanul alunecos<\/p>\n

Pe care se ca\u0163\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103geata trupului<\/p>\n

\u00cen\u0103l\u0163at\u0103 spre fr\u00e2nghia salciei,<\/p>\n

Balansul larg pe deasupra ochiului<\/p>\n

Verde \u015fi cald \u00een rotire bl\u00e2nd\u0103<\/p>\n

Jerba de stropi acoperind scufundarea,<\/p>\n

Zv\u00e2cnetul trupului ridic\u00e2ndu-se<\/p>\n

\u00cempletit cu m\u0103tasea broa\u015ftei<\/p>\n

Moliciunea de catifea a \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103rii<\/p>\n

Cu mireasma de frunz\u0103 putred\u0103<\/p>\n

A \u00eenser\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

Timpul acela \u00eenr\u0103mat \u00eentr-o<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 amiaz\u0103 de duminic\u0103<\/p>\n

Expus pe umbra n\u0103ruit\u0103 a \u00eenverzirii<\/p>\n

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ULTIMA OR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cred c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103-n ultima clip\u0103<\/p>\n

Voi respira la sub\u0163ioara fricii<\/p>\n

Ca puiul sub clo\u015fc\u0103 sau ca animalul care se retrage<\/p>\n

Din fa\u0163a pericolului,<\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103 partea de animal din mine<\/p>\n

N-a dep\u0103\u015fit instinctul de turm\u0103, promisiunea biblicelor ospe\u0163e<\/p>\n

Nu mi-a \u00eendestulat foamea<\/p>\n

\u015ei nici nu m\u0103 lep\u0103d \u00een bun\u0103 voie<\/p>\n

De cele cinci sim\u0163uri,<\/p>\n

\u00cen urma preumbl\u0103rii mele<\/p>\n

Nu s-a r\u0103zvr\u0103tit niciun strig\u0103t<\/p>\n

Destul c\u00e2t s\u0103 sparg\u0103 tiparul \u00eencolon\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

M\u0103car ultima clip\u0103 de-ar fi<\/p>\n

Anafura \u00een stare s\u0103 osp\u0103teze<\/p>\n

Halucina\u0163ia eliber\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

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NUM\u0102R\u0102TOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

S\u0103 zicem ca la num\u0103r\u0103toare<\/p>\n

Anii \u00ee\u0163i vor ie\u015fi mai mul\u0163i<\/p>\n

Dec\u00e2t am locuit eu \u00een anotimpuri.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 zicem c\u0103 vei uita<\/p>\n

\u015ei chipul t\u00e2n\u0103rului dinaintea c\u0103ruia<\/p>\n

Nedumerit, ai aprins candela \u00eenvierii<\/p>\n

\u00cen nop\u0163ile de Pa\u015fti ale copil\u0103riei.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 zicem c\u0103 uneori, chiar te \u00eencearc\u0103<\/p>\n

Ispita invidiei<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 tinere\u0163ea mea, nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103.<\/p>\n

Eu, fiule, \u00eentotdeauna<\/p>\n

Voi fi mereu mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n ca tine cu o na\u015ftere<\/p>\n

Care a s\u00e2ngerat memoria timpului.<\/p>\n

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MORI DE AP\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cu s\u00e2ngele meu, s\u0103lb\u0103ticit<\/p>\n

\u00cen frunzi\u015ful p\u0103durilor<\/p>\n

Am otr\u0103vit v\u00e2rful s\u0103ge\u0163ii, apoi<\/p>\n

Te-am a\u015fteptat\u00a0 \u00een leag\u0103nul mun\u0163ilor,<\/p>\n

Unde veneai tu, la v\u00e2n\u0103toarea<\/p>\n

Cu morile de ap\u0103,<\/p>\n

Unde veneai tu, \u00eensetat<\/p>\n

S\u0103 te \u00eembe\u0163i cu licoarea p\u0103str\u0103vilor,<\/p>\n

Te-am ademenit cu respira\u0163ia ciutei<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 la cuibul ecoului<\/p>\n

\u00cen care s-a z\u0103mislit t\u0103ria \u00eentoarcerii,<\/p>\n

Acolo, am b\u0103ut \u00eempreun\u0103 otrava clipei<\/p>\n

\u00cemp\u0103r\u0163it\u0103 \u00een jum\u0103t\u0103\u0163i egale<\/p>\n

\u015ei de atunci r\u0103t\u0103cim<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o risip\u0103 a chem\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

Repetate ecouri \u00eenflorind<\/p>\n

Peste ad\u00e2ncuri de timp.<\/p>\n

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SCRISOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Doamn\u0103 ve\u015fnicie,<\/p>\n

Pe planeta P\u0103m\u00e2nt s-a abolit sclavia.<\/p>\n

Am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 trimit vestea<\/p>\n

Prin curierul care va veni<\/p>\n

S\u0103 m\u0103 ridice din toiul c\u0103rnii mele<\/p>\n

De care n-ave\u0163i oricum trebuin\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei s\u0103 m\u0103 fac\u0103 rob al ve\u015fniciei<\/p>\n

Doamn\u0103, eu nu vreau s\u0103 v\u0103 cer \u00eenapoi<\/p>\n

Carnea na\u015fterii mele<\/p>\n

\u00cenl\u0103n\u0163uit\u0103 \u00eentre cei care se cutremura<\/p>\n

\u015ei cei care c\u00e2rcotesc<\/p>\n

Cum c\u0103 n-a\u0163i fi tocmai st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 pe grani\u0163e,<\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103 v-a\u015f putea chiar iubi<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 mi-a\u0163i da libertatea ca la plecare,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 aleg o singur\u0103 clip\u0103 din via\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe care s-o locuiesc la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n

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CA O PISIC\u0102 P\u00c2N\u0102…<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu spaima ta de necunoscut \u015fi de suferin\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

te-ai \u00eencol\u0103cit ca o pisic\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un tablou pe ce mi l-ai v\u00e2ndut<\/p>\n

pe o promisiune halucinant\u0103<\/p>\n

pe un tablou scris cu privirea<\/p>\n

repetat zilnic p\u00e2n\u0103 cap\u0103t\u0103 contur, p\u00e2n\u0103 devine ram\u0103,<\/p>\n

ca o pisic\u0103 \u00eemi treci acum prin poem<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een inim\u0103, unde \u00ee\u0163i torci lini\u015ftit\u0103 spaimele<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un fir de p\u0103ianjen, \u00eentr-o plas\u0103<\/p>\n

a\u015ftept\u00e2nd r\u0103bd\u0103toare s\u0103 devorezi prada.<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

NAUFRAGII<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

N-ai team\u0103, visul nu se stinge,<\/p>\n

o s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103 iar un fluture<\/p>\n

\u00een rama unei ferestre<\/p>\n

care s\u0103 umple ziua<\/p>\n

cu fo\u015fnetul discret al polenului<\/p>\n

ce am\u0103ge\u015fte moartea.<\/p>\n

Prin culorile risipite de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een t\u00e2mpla lumii, mereu<\/p>\n

se va lipi g\u00e2ndul<\/p>\n

de s\u00e2ngele cuib\u0103rit<\/p>\n

\u00een at\u00e2tea naufragii efemere.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

LAGUNA<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O s\u0103-\u0163i vr\u0103jesc aripile<\/p>\n

Din t\u0103ceri am s\u0103-\u0163i urzesc \u00eentoarcerea<\/p>\n

prin geamul deschis, ca intrarea \u00eentr-un cuib.<\/p>\n

N-o s\u0103 mai las\u00a0 \u00een\u0103untru nicio uitare<\/p>\n

doar \u00eenceputul\u00a0 va fi mereu b\u0103taia inimii<\/p>\n

nici luna, nici r\u0103s\u0103ritul<\/p>\n

nu vor risipi pulberea clipei<\/p>\n

dilatat\u0103 \u00eentr-o lagun\u0103<\/p>\n

ascuns\u0103 de vederea unui m\u00e2ine fl\u0103m\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

gata s\u0103 ne mestece gustul r\u0103t\u0103cirii.<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

C\u0102DERE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mi-ai speriat zborul<\/p>\n

cu bruma\u00a0 picurat\u0103 pe aripi<\/p>\n

am retezat n\u0103ucit\u0103 aerul \u00eenghe\u0163at<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een marginea cuibarului<\/p>\n

unde z\u0103mislisem de at\u00e2tea ori<\/p>\n

raze de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Diminea\u0163a, pleoapele au desenat clipe<\/p>\n

\u00een care n-am mai \u00eenc\u0103put am\u00e2ndoi.<\/p>\n

Orbi, am c\u0103zut din visare<\/p>\n

Fiecare \u00een colivia lui.<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

\u00ceNDR\u0102ZNEAL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i voi colora zborul din ce in ce mai rar<\/p>\n

Ca pas\u0103rea de ghea\u0163\u0103 disp\u0103r\u00e2nd \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

Mai agonizez \u00een iubire<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd r\u0103suflarea \u00eemi va pieri<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd din trup\u00a0 va r\u0103m\u00e2ne<\/p>\n

doar umbra singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd inima va curge de tot<\/p>\n

\u00een otrava adev\u0103rului<\/p>\n

ca pas\u0103rea de ghea\u0163\u0103 m\u0103 voi topi<\/p>\n

sub \u00eendr\u0103zneala<\/p>\n

de a-mi fi apropriat prea mult zborul<\/p>\n

de lumina ta \u00een\u015fel\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

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SPERIETORI<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Au \u00eenceput am\u00e2n\u0103rile s\u0103 nu mai \u00eencap\u0103 \u00een cadrane<\/p>\n

se suprapun una peste alta<\/p>\n

locul vis\u0103rilor este ocupat<\/p>\n

de mucegaiul cuvintelor c\u0103zute<\/p>\n

\u00een lupta umbrelor cu \u00eengerii de pe cruci<\/p>\n

\u015fi dac\u0103 \u0163i-ar \u00eentinde m\u00e2na<\/p>\n

\u00eenchipuirea vreunei salv\u0103ri nepermise<\/p>\n

doar pielea \u0163i\u00a0 s-ar mai lua de pe oase<\/p>\n

ca o pelerin\u0103 roas\u0103 de molii fluturat\u0103 inutil,<\/p>\n

ca o sperietoare pe care \u015fi ciorile o ignor\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ftiu ele mai bine unde se ascund roadele<\/p>\n

\u015fi unde cochiliile goale.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

CUIB<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De n-a\u015f fi cascad\u0103<\/p>\n

A\u015f putea fi un cuib<\/p>\n

\u00cen care \u0163i-a\u015f ad\u0103posti<\/p>\n

Toate visele.<\/p>\n

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\u015etefania OPROESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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OPROESCU \u015etefania<\/strong>, (Dorina-\u015etefania Cristea), n\u0103scut\u0103 la 1 ianuarie 1949 \u00een comuna P\u0103t\u00e2rlagele, Jud. Buz\u0103u. Autoarea \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencepe studiile primare \u00een comuna natal\u0103 urm\u00e2nd liceul din aceea\u015fi localitate. Continu\u0103 studiile universitare la Institutul de Medicin\u0103 \u015fi Farmacie Ia\u015fi, postuniversitare \u00een specialitatea Expertiz\u0103 medical\u0103 \u015fi recuperarea capacit\u0103\u0163ii de munc\u0103. Debuteaz\u0103 la revista \u201ePorto Franco\u201d \u00een 1990 cu poezie sub \u00eendrumarea lui Ion Chiric. Debut editorial: 1996 \u2013 volum de poezie \u201eNa\u015ftere perpetu\u0103\u201d, urmat de volumele \u201ePotcoave de catifea\u201d (2001) \u015fi \u201eSingur\u0103tatea nisipului\u201d (2004), toate la Editura Zedax, Foc\u015fani. Public\u0103 eseuri, proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 poezii \u00een \u201eJurnalul de Vrancea\u201d, \u201eGazeta vr\u00e2ncean\u0103\u201d, \u201eSalonul literar\u201d, \u201ePagini medicale b\u00e2rl\u0103dene\u201d \u015fi \u201eOglinda literar\u0103\u201d, demonstr\u00e2nd o 6 vie preocupare estetic\u0103. Din anul 2000 este secretar de redac\u0163ie la \u201eOglinda literar\u0103\u201d, folosind experien\u0163a c\u0103p\u0103tat\u0103 anterior la \u201eJurnalul de Vrancea\u201d. \u00cen aceea\u015fi perioad\u0103 frecventeaz\u0103 Cenaclul \u201eSalonul literar\u201d \u015fi este membru fondator al Cenaclului \u201eDuiliu Zamfirescu\u201d, ambele din Foc\u015fani. A fost remarcat\u0103 de revistele \u201eConvorbiri literare\u201d, \u201eLuceaf\u0103rul\u201d, \u201eAmurg sentimental\u201d, \u201eRena\u015ftera cultural\u0103\u201d \u015fi \u201eOpinia Buz\u0103ului\u201d. Particip\u0103 la diverse festivaluri din Ia\u015fi, Br\u0103ila, Buz\u0103u, Tecuci, B\u00e2rlad, sus\u0163in\u00e2nd recitaluri poetice din opera proprie. Referin\u0163e critice: S-au exprimat despre opera scriitoarei: Magda Ursache, Liviu Gr\u0103soiu, Gheorghe Istrate, Adrian Dinu Rachieru, Constantin Miu, Marin Ifrim, Valeria Manta T\u0103icu\u0163u, Victor Sterom, Ludmila B\u00e2rsan, Emilian Marcu, Marius Chelaru, Constantin Ghini\u0163\u0103 \u015fi al\u0163ii.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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