{"id":22510,"date":"2015-03-29T16:07:40","date_gmt":"2015-03-29T16:07:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=22510"},"modified":"2015-03-29T16:07:40","modified_gmt":"2015-03-29T16:07:40","slug":"liviu-florian-jianu-poesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/03\/29\/liviu-florian-jianu-poesis\/","title":{"rendered":"Liviu Florian JIANU: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/ceata-600x396.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-22511\" title=\"ceata-600x396\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/ceata-600x396-300x198.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"198\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/ceata-600x396-300x198.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/ceata-600x396.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>C\u0102\u021a\u0102R\u0102TORUL<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Au fost vremuri\u00a0 ca fumul<\/p>\n<p>In care m-am ratacit pretutindeni, in nicaieri \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Atat de frumos, incat galgaiau de taceri<\/p>\n<p>Pline de pasari maiastre, colinde si jocuri<\/p>\n<p>Ca neaua<\/p>\n<p>Spre zborul de maine, din scrumul de ieri \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Si daca n-am stiut drumul,<\/p>\n<p>Iarta-ma, Doamne,<\/p>\n<p>Eram ocupat sa ma catar<\/p>\n<p>Flamand, ca nebunul,<\/p>\n<p>Spre dragostea Ta,<\/p>\n<p>Ce nici nu o ceri\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>STEAGURI \u00ceN CEA\u021a\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Se-ntorc\u00a0 batrani, nesiguri pe privire,<\/p>\n<p>Cu pas impiedicat si de prisos,<\/p>\n<p>In Voronetul dintr-o manastire,<\/p>\n<p>Toti binecuvantatii lui Hristos \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Ce-au fost odata, cine sa mai stie?<\/p>\n<p>Ce au gresit, au spus de-atatea ori \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Ce a fost bun, acum e vesnicie,<\/p>\n<p>Si ei se-ntorc in ea, biruitori \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Trec unul cate unul, ca sa guste<\/p>\n<p>Din cupa vietii care le-a fost data \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Din ce-au iubit, in vietile lor juste,<\/p>\n<p>Ar vrea sa mai iubeasca, inca-odata \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Si pleaca mai departe, catre casa \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Intinerind cand anii nostri vin,<\/p>\n<p>Si ii urmam si noi, prin ceata deasa,<\/p>\n<p>Sa ne iubim, copii, intr-un amin\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>CUIBUL DE VULTURI<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Asa ne-a fost data, asa ne-a fost drumul,<\/p>\n<p>Cat vezi cu privirea, in timpul cel orb,<\/p>\n<p>Sa-amesteci graul iubirii, cu fumul,<\/p>\n<p>Si zborul de vultur, cu veghea de corb \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Ca pentru a tine balanta, sa stie<\/p>\n<p>In timp, si in spatiu, in cantec si vers,<\/p>\n<p>Spre cine se-ndreapta samanta cea vie,<\/p>\n<p>Lumina Luminilor din Univers \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Si vin peste noi si armate de vise,<\/p>\n<p>Armate de fluturi, de muste, metal,<\/p>\n<p>Cutii de chibrituri cu fruntile-ncinse,<\/p>\n<p>Si noi, cu Lumina, le scriem, pe cal \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Mereu mai departe, de oameni, aproape,<\/p>\n<p>Mereu mai semeti, de iubiri, umiliti,<\/p>\n<p>Ca-ai nostri, de suflet, sunt munti, si sunt ape,<\/p>\n<p>Si noi, calatorii, prin ei,\u00a0 fericiti \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Padurile suna cu brate de mama,<\/p>\n<p>Izvoarele gangur in vis de copil,<\/p>\n<p>Livezile, drumului nostru, sunt poama,<\/p>\n<p>Si cerul e pasarea noastra, in tril &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Se bat, si in noi, necuvinte uitate,<\/p>\n<p>Vorbim si in piatra, in fier, untdelemn \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Dar cea mai frumoasa romana din toate<\/p>\n<p>E lacrima surda, pe crucea de lemn \u2013<\/p>\n<p>De-aceea, mereu, si mereu, ne vom bate \u2013<\/p>\n<p>In gand, cu Lumina, otrava de fluturi,<\/p>\n<p>Sa vada, cu dragoste si cu dreptate,<\/p>\n<p>Lumina luminilor \u2013 cuibul de vulturi\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<strong>Liviu Florian JIANU<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C\u0102\u021a\u0102R\u0102TORUL &nbsp; 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