{"id":23142,"date":"2015-04-15T13:25:19","date_gmt":"2015-04-15T13:25:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=23142"},"modified":"2015-04-15T18:14:09","modified_gmt":"2015-04-15T18:14:09","slug":"poeta-camelia-cristea-pe-aripi-de-inger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/04\/15\/poeta-camelia-cristea-pe-aripi-de-inger\/","title":{"rendered":"Poeta Camelia CRISTEA, pe aripi de \u00eenger"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Camelia Cristea a ales s\u0103 stea \u00a0de veghe\/ Dup\u0103 datin\u0103 \u015fi lege,\/S\u0103 alin<\/em>e<\/em> durerea lumii<\/em> prin <\/em>bl\u00e2nda rug\u0103ciune. <\/em>Volumul ,,Ferestre deschise\u201d de Camelia Cristea, ap\u0103rut \u00een colec\u021bia ,,Scrisul de azi\u201d, Editura Singur, 2015, este o invita\u021bie de a descoperi lumea autoarei, prin zidirea existen\u021bei voite de Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Camelia Cristea \u0219i-a g\u0103sit voca\u021bia de a cultiva ogorul lumii \u00een m\u0103re\u021bia lui, devenind o lucr\u0103toare prin CUV\u00c2NT. Prin vers se reg\u0103se\u0219te, respir\u0103 frumosul, iube\u0219te m\u0103re\u021bia lumii. ,,Avem nevoie de iubire\/Tr\u0103im murind,\/De parc\u0103 nici n-am fi<\/em>.\/\u2026( <\/strong>Avem nevoie de iubire, pag.7). Sunt trilul p\u0103s\u0103rii voioase\/Ce a v\u0103zut seninul de cu zori,\/\u015ei-n zborul ei a scuturat angoase,\/Pe aripi port lumini de vis\u0103tori!\/Sunt solul ce aduce pace,\/R\u0103zboaiele \u00een lan\u0163uri le convoc,\/Sunt ziditor \u00een sfere luminoase\/\u015ei m\u0103 \u00eenal\u021b firav…! Pe scar\u0103 urc c\u00e2t pot<\/em>.\u201d (Sunt, pag.8).<\/p>\n

Poeta cu mult\u0103 naturale\u021be, trece prin diverse etape existen\u021biale, contopindu-se cu o paji\u0219te \u00eenflorit\u0103<\/em>, cu pasu-i de furnic\u0103, duc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i poverile prin vremurile tulburi. ,,Sunt pasul de furnic\u0103-n lume\/\u015ei-mi duc poverile a\u015fa cum pot,\/\u00cemi las cuvintele s\u0103 se cunune\/Cu razele de soare la un loc<\/em>.\u201d (Sunt, pag. 8).<\/p>\n

\u00cenflore\u0219te \u00een fiecare anotimp cu smerenie \u0219i \u00een\u021belegere fa\u021b\u0103 de mersul lumii de\u0219i, adesea, \u00een noapte t\u0103cerea se fr\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

,,Am \u00eenflorit \u00een liliacul din gr\u0103din\u0103,\/\u015ei-n tei mi-am pus s\u0103rutul de cu zori,\/Din meri b\u0103tu\u0163i, cu frunz\u0103 de sulfin\u0103,\u2026(Am \u00eenflorit, pag. 10). A\u0219 vrea s\u0103-ascul\u021bi viorile din mine,\/Arcu\u0219ul lor ce-n vis se risipe\u0219te\/\u0218i din troienele de g\u00e2nduri\/S\u0103-alungi \u0219i iarna ce m\u0103 viscole\u0219te<\/em>…\u201d (A\u0219 vrea, pag.10)!<\/p>\n

Poemele autoarei sunt de o ging\u0103\u0219ie distinct\u0103 \u00een care dragostea se afirm\u0103 ca un leac miraculos, dorind s\u0103 scrie un poem de iubire<\/em> prin lacrima de dor ce pl\u00e2nge<\/em>. De aici, din zona afec\u021biunii pioase, rena\u0219te \u00een fiecare zi, mai puternic\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-\u0219i\u00a0 regretele s\u0103 plece, risipit\u0103 \u00eentr-un spa\u021biu imaginar, nostalgic. ,,Am ren\u0103scut din propria cenu\u015f\u0103,\/Prin ancenstral stindarul am s\u0103-l port,\/Un \u00eenger \u00eemi deschide acum o u\u015f\u0103,\/Din zbor nu m\u0103 opresc… dar nici nu pot!\/\u0218i recompun din cioburi universul,\/<\/em> \u00cen fiecare galaxie vise noi,\/Prin stele-g\u00e2nd fac piruete\/\u015ei toate astea le \u00eempart cu voi<\/em>!\u201d (Am ren\u0103scut, pag.16).<\/p>\n

Camelia Cristea d\u0103ruie\u0219te a\u0219a cum prime\u0219te\u2026Frumuse\u021bea interioar\u0103, harul hristic\u00a0 \u00ee\u0219i pun pecetea pe tr\u0103irile autoarei \u00eentr-un firesc cov\u00e2r\u0219itor. De\u0219i poezia sa este plin\u0103 de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, toate apar ca o scar\u0103 a virtu\u021bilor<\/em> pe care poeta \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 o str\u0103bat\u0103 \u00een t\u0103ceri m\u0103rturisite. ,,Eu am v\u0103zut… ai r\u0103sturnat un munte\/\u015ei c\u00e2mpul tot l-ai pus \u00eentr-un picior\/O mare cu valurile ei toate\/St\u0103 resemnat\u0103 acum \u00eentr-un ulcior\u2026\/ Acum eu cred c\u0103 totu-i cu putin\u0163\u0103\/<\/em>\u0218i<\/em>-n flac\u0103ra aprins\u0103 de idei,\/Las o fereastr\u0103 larg deschis\u0103,\/Albastrul cerului s\u0103 scrie \u00een condei.<\/em>\u201d(Eu cred, pag. 17)<\/p>\n

Este inspirat\u0103 de tot ce mi\u0219c\u0103, \u00een mod special de viul ce-l vede \u00een fiecare floare, contempl\u00e2nd Frumuse\u021biile dumnezeie\u0219ti, necesare prin purificarea de patimi a sufletului; “ca s\u0103 se nasc\u0103 \u00een suflet \u0219i frumuse\u021be dar \u0219i putere pentru s\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irea celor ce trebuiesc f\u0103cute, avem nevoie de harul dumnezeiesc. Frumos e orice suflet, privit \u00een simetria puterilor sale proprii, dar frumuse\u021bea cea adevarat\u0103, adic\u0103 firea cea dumnezeiasc\u0103 \u0219i fericit\u0103, se poate privi, se poate contempla numai de cel ce are <\/em>cur\u0103\u021bit\u0103<\/em> mintea. Cel ce-\u0219i \u021binte\u0219te ochii la luminile \u0219i harurile lui Dumnezeu prime\u0219te ceva de la El: ca de la o culoare \u00ee\u0219i coloreaz\u0103 propriul lor chip cu o str\u0103lucire \u00eenfloritoare.\u201d<\/em> Sfantul Vasile cel Mare.<\/p>\n

Camelia Cristea, prin acest volum de debut, a intrat \u00een r\u00e2ndul poe\u021bilor cre\u0219tini. Profunzimea versurilor \u00eendeamn\u0103 la medita\u021bie, reprezent\u00e2nd o m\u0103rturisire de credin\u021b\u0103. Se spune c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd omul este\u00a0 lucr\u0103tor cu Dumnezeu, cultura lui devine o func\u021bie \u00een slujba \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103tiei lui Dumnezeu \u0219i justific\u0103 istoria \u0219i existen\u021ba omului \u0219i contribuie la \u00eemplinirea meniriei sale \u00een crea\u021bie.<\/p>\n

,,Din puterea rug\u0103ciunii\/M-am n\u0103scut a mia oar\u0103,\/G\u00e2ndul bun \u00een mine cre\u0219te\/\u0218i \u00eemi c\u00e2nt\u0103 a prim\u0103var\u0103.\/M-am n\u0103scut din foc \u0219i ap\u0103\/C\u00e2nd ruinele din oase\/\u00cemi intrar\u0103 p\u00e2n’ la s\u00e2nge\/\u0218i dospeau \u00een str\u00e2mte vase…\/M-am n\u0103scut iar din \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103\/Ca un bob micu\u021b de gr\u00e2u\/S\u0103 \u021bin r\u0103ul la distan\u021b\u0103\/\u0218i tot binele \u00een fr\u00e2u.\/M-am n\u0103scut \u00een diminea\u021b\u0103\/Pe un clopot alb de crin,\/Vorba mea s\u0103 fie dulce\/Ca durerea s\u0103-\u021bi alin.\/M-am n\u0103scut din rug\u0103ciunea\/Sfin\u021bilor ce \u0219tiu a \u021bine\/\u00cen pocal iubirea-nalt\u0103\/\u0218i o floare-n piept de bine.\/\u0218i dau slav\u0103 pentru toate\/C\u00e2te sunt \u0219i-or s\u0103 mai fie\/Un ochi pl\u00e2nge, altul r\u00e2de\/\u0218i m\u0103-aprind \u00een bucurie<\/em>.\u201d (M-am n\u0103scut, pag. 81).<\/p>\n

Poezia Cameliei Cristea, de\u0219i are un puternic filon religios, te cucere\u0219te printr-o filozofie subtil\u0103, pilduitoare. Mesajele directe, poezia de atitudine privind valorile Neamului Rom\u00e2nesc, poeme scrise pentru p\u0103rin\u021bi, copii, vin spre noi, senin<\/em>, ca o raz\u0103 de soare.<\/em> \u00a0<\/em>Cuv\u00e2ntul ei prinde r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103, prin chemarea de a scrie ,,cartea cu lumin\u0103<\/em>\u201d. Ve\u0219nicia, n\u0103zuin\u021ba fiec\u0103rui cre\u0219tin, este \u0219i chemarea poe\u021bilor. ,,\u0218i \u00eengerii i-a\u0219 lua ca sfetnici\/S\u0103 ne \u00eendrume \u00een c\u0103l\u0103torie\/Cu dragostea \u021binu\u021bi de m\u00e2n\u0103\/S\u0103 ne-ndrept\u0103m spre ve\u0219nicie<\/em>! (\u00cen Eden, pag. 88).<\/p>\n

Pentru a ajunge la ,ferestre deschise<\/em>, autoarea a c\u0103lcat pe cioburi de lumin\u0103<\/em>, ascult\u00e2nd glasul \u00eengerilor ce c\u00e2ntau \u00een clopot de chemare<\/em>, \/Aripi \u00eemi<\/em> cre\u0219teau f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tiu\/\u0218i m\u0103-n\u0103l\u021bam pe razele de soare… \/Minutele se-nchin\u0103 la utrenii,\/Genuchii bat metanii, nu risip\u0103,\/S\u0103 potolesc\u0103 marea \u0219i valul trist al vremii…(<\/em>Cioburi de lumin\u0103 pag. 69).<\/p>\n

Lirica Cameliei Cristea\u00a0 se dezvolt\u0103 \u00eentr-un perimetru filozofico-religios, unde iubirea \u0219i frumosul se \u00eentrep\u0103trund. Dragostea pentru semeni prinde culori de curcubeu. A\u0219a cum ni se dest\u0103inuie, s-a reg\u0103sit ,,\u00een rugul de cuvinte, \/\u00cen versul ce acum se scrie,\/\u00cen rodul toamnelor bogate\/\u0218i \u00een ciorchinul copt din vie.\/Visez s\u0103 zbor dincolo de mine\/S\u0103-alung t\u0103cerile ce-au plans\/\u2026Iar ochii sufletului or s\u0103 vad\u0103\/C\u00e2nd se deschid ferestre-n zori\/S\u0103 intre iar lumina nud\u0103\/Ca-n rai ninsorile de flori.\/<\/em> (Ferestre deschise, pag. 55)<\/p>\n

Aceste c\u00e2teva g\u00e2nduri despre poezia Cameliei Cristea, purtat\u0103 pe aripi de \u00eenger, sunt doar o invita\u0163ie spre cunoa\u015fterea crea\u0163iei sale artistice, care prin IUBIRE \u015fi plin\u0103tatea ideilor, se vrea citit\u0103 \u00eentru m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea \u015fi lini\u015ftirea sufletelor noastre.<\/p>\n

Mariana Gurza<\/em><\/p>\n

Timi\u0219oara<\/em><\/p>\n

15 Aprilie 2015<\/em><\/p>\n

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Camelia Cristea a ales s\u0103 stea \u00a0de veghe\/ Dup\u0103 datin\u0103 \u015fi lege,\/S\u0103 aline durerea lumii prin bl\u00e2nda rug\u0103ciune. Volumul ,,Ferestre [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23142","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23142"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23142\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23145,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23142\/revisions\/23145"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}