{"id":23433,"date":"2015-04-24T16:41:31","date_gmt":"2015-04-24T16:41:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=23433"},"modified":"2015-04-24T16:41:31","modified_gmt":"2015-04-24T16:41:31","slug":"dorina-stoica-anna-nora-rotaru-o-viata-pictata-in-cuvinte-%e2%80%9ela-rascurce-de-lumi%e2%80%9d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/04\/24\/dorina-stoica-anna-nora-rotaru-o-viata-pictata-in-cuvinte-%e2%80%9ela-rascurce-de-lumi%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"Dorina Stoica: Anna Nora Rotaru – O via\u021b\u0103 pictat\u0103 \u00een cuvinte, \u201eLa r\u0103scurce de lumi\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u00centodeauna am considerat poe\u021bii fiin\u021be speciale, a\u0219ezate cu un scop doar de Dumnezeu \u0219tiut la grani\u021ba dintre teluric \u0219i astral tr\u0103ind \u00een ambele st\u0103ri, sfid\u00e2nd sau doar oglindind \u00eentr-un mod aparte ipostasurile aceleia\u0219i realita\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Anna Nora Rotaru este poeta f\u0103r\u0103 v\u00e2rst\u0103, medic de profesie salv\u00e2nd vie\u021bi dar privind adeseori \u0219i prin ochii f\u0103r\u0103 expresie ai mor\u021bi spre lumea de dincolo de lume . Poeta este \u0219i pictori\u021b\u0103. Ea consum\u0103 realitatea, frumuse\u021bea ce este palpabil\u0103 dar \u0219i iluzorie, o transcede purificat\u0103 de lumina interioar\u0103 red\u00e2ndune-o trecut\u0103 prin filtrul percep\u021bii sale asupra vie\u021bii, privitorilor ori cititorilor ei. Pictura \u0219i poezia sunt dou\u0103 fe\u021be ale aceleia\u0219i monede sau dou\u0103 surori gemene ce lucreaz\u0103 la spiritualizarea \u0219i dematerializarea celor materiale.<\/p>\n

Daca \u00een primul poem ce d\u0103 titlul volumului de versuri\u201a poeta se imagineaz\u0103 (ori poate este!) \u201cLa r\u0103scruce de lumi\u201d, se une\u0219te cu praful stelelor \u201cM\u0103 unesc cumva cu praful c\u0103l\u0103torind \u00een spa\u021biu ca fulgerul r\u0103zle\u021b\u201d,\u201dCa \u0219i cum a\u0219 trece din vis \u00een alte visuri\u201d, \u00een alte poeme are pesimismul, convingerea c\u0103 via\u021ba nu este dec\u00e2t \u201cnoroi\u201d \u0219i nimicnicie.\u201dConsta\u021bi c\u0103 nimic nu e\u0219ti, dec\u00e2t noroaie…un noroi\u201d, este sf\u00e2\u0219ietor, ucig\u0103tor de orice speran\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 dincolo de moarte ar putea fi \u0219i \u00cenviere. Acela\u0219i cap\u0103t de drum l-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u0219i \u00een poemul \u201cBalada unui cer\u0219etor\u201d unde \u00ee\u0219i pune \u00eentreb\u0103rile esen\u021biale la care filosofii au tot c\u0103utat \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 mai caut\u0103 r\u0103spunsuri: \u201eCe-ai adunat, ce \u021bi-a r\u0103mas din amintiri, la urma toat\u0103?\u201d…\/ \u201eC\u0103ci vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu, de-ai c\u0103utat tu ce-ai g\u0103sit prin lume?\/ Am fost f\u0103cu\u021bi dintr-un capriciu, trimi\u0219i aici ca glume?\/ Fiecare precum ar pricepe, s\u0103-nv\u00e2rt-a lumii roat\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n

Poezia Annei Nora Rotaru este o poezie \u00een stil clasic ce are rima \u0219i ritm. Sunt unele poeme cu tent\u0103 religioas\u0103 dar f\u0103r\u0103 a se face referire la vreo religie anume ci doar la raportul dintre om \u0219i Divinitate, via\u021b\u0103, moarte \u0219i \u00eentr-o oarecare m\u0103sur\u0103 sacralitatea sufletului omenesc. Multe dintre poeme sunt filosofice de medita\u021bie asupra mor\u021bii, a vie\u021bii ve\u0219nice precum \u0219i a existen\u021bei unei alte lumi pe care o b\u0103nuie\u0219te, \u00een care care se simte atrasa ori chiar face parte din ea uneori.Cele mai multe dintre poezii sunt poeme de dragoste, o iubire pe alocuri ne\u00eemplinit\u0103 din cauza unei permanente \u0219i obositoare a\u0219tept\u0103ri a unui imaginar iubit ce se afl\u0103 departe \u00een spa\u021biu \u0219i timp, ori poate nici nu exist\u0103.<\/p>\n

Satul natal, aflat \u00een partea de centru a dulcei Moldove, casa p\u0103rinteasc\u0103 cu cei aduna\u021bi \u00een jurul mesei cu toate ale ei, \u00eenfrumuse\u021bat\u0103 \u0219i parfumat\u0103 de trecerea anilor \u0219i de prea marea departare \u0219i dor, bunicii, p\u0103rin\u021bii ce nu mai sunt \u00een via\u021b\u0103, constitue subiectele unor poeme pline de substan\u021b\u0103, de adev\u0103r \u0219i sensibilitate.<\/p>\n

C\u0103 uneori via\u021ba poate fi aspr\u0103 \u0219i ur\u00e2t\u0103 o \u0219tim cu to\u021bii! Atunci poeta \u00ee\u0219i construe\u0219te o lume a ei, doar a ei \u0219i \u00een comuniune cu \u00cengerul P\u0103zitor g\u0103se\u0219te mereu resursele necesare continu\u0103rii drumului prin via\u021b\u0103. ( \u00cengere ia-m\u0103 cu tine).<\/p>\n

Alegerea titlului volumului de poeme, consistent at\u00e2t ca num\u0103r de pagini c\u00e2t \u0219i \u00een ceea ce prive\u0219te con\u021binutul \u201eLa r\u0103scruce de lumi\u201d \u00eemi pare c\u00e2t se poate de inspirat, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd starea \u00een care tr\u0103ie\u0219te poeta ce c\u0103l\u0103tore\u0219te de la real la imaginar \u0219i invers. Dac\u0103 \u00een imaginar, \u00een lumea ei poetic\u0103 a\u0219a s-au a\u0219ezat lucrurile, \u00een lumea real\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i consum\u0103 existen\u021ba undeva la un \u021b\u0103rm de mare, \u00eentre cele dou\u0103 elemente primordiale p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i ap\u0103.<\/p>\n

Anna Nora Rotaru este \u00een\u021beleapt\u0103, matur\u0103, mam\u0103 bun\u0103, so\u021bie iubitoare. Fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103rile din suflet le \u0219tie \u00eens\u0103 numai ea. Prin acest volum de poezie, dac\u0103 este citit fiecare poem cu aten\u021bie \u0219i inten\u021bia de a cunoa\u0219te complexitatea fiin\u021bei umane ai at\u00e2t de multe de \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat, de aflat c\u0103ci, sufletul oric\u0103rui om este un univers ce se vrea descoperit, apoi cucerit. Dar cine mai are timp \u00een aceast\u0103 lume mult prea gr\u0103bit\u0103, at\u00e2t de indiferent\u0103, s\u0103-\u0219i odihneasc\u0103 privirea pre\u021b de c\u00e2teva ore pe o carte de poezie? De cele mai multe ori nici acei apropia\u021bi, dragi nou\u0103, c\u0103rora le-am d\u0103ruit pic\u0103tura de ve\u0219nicie versificat\u0103, sc\u0103ldat\u0103 \u00een Har, pe care o numim poezie ( \u201epentru c\u0103 trebuia s\u0103 poarte un nume\u201d), nu-\u0219i g\u0103sesc timpul ori interesul de a citi.<\/p>\n

Trecerea timpului o \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103, provoc\u00e2ndu-i triste\u021be, disperare. Aceast\u0103 curgere este asem\u0103nat\u0103 uneori cu firul de paianjen (at\u00e2t de fragil \u0219i efemer), alteori cu o clepsidr\u0103 ce se tot gole\u0219te \u00een scurgerea sa \u00eentr-o singur\u0103 direc\u021bie. Dep\u0103rtarea dintre ea \u0219i imaginarul iubit pe care \u0219i l-ar dori mereu aproape, ca s\u0103 le treac\u0103 via\u021ba \u00eempreun\u0103 consumand o iubire ideal\u0103, e dureroas\u0103 \u0219i face ca nop\u021bile s\u0103 fie lungi, insomniace \u0219i pustii.\u201d La fereastra casei mele,\/ Frig, pustiu s-a\u0219terne-n cas\u0103\/ Nici curajul n-am s\u0103-mi pese,\/ flori uscate cad pe mas\u0103\/ \u0219i-un paianjen firu-\u0219i \u021bese\u201d versuri triste ce mi-au amintit poezia lui Octavian Goga \u201cCade-o lacrim\u0103\u201d,\u201d \u2013 \u201cCade-o lacrim\u0103 din ochi-i\/ Lene\u0219 preling\u00e2nd fereastra\/ Suflet obidit \u0219i singur,\/ Ce mai ca\u021bi pe lumea asta?\u201d<\/p>\n

Versul Annei Nora Rotaru nu este dulceag nici excesiv de setimental \u0219i ne permite s\u0103 cunoa\u0219tem o femeie puternic\u0103, de\u0219teapt\u0103, cult\u0103, biruitoare \u00een lupta cu via\u021ba \u0219i chiar cu moartea (dac\u0103 lu\u0103m \u00een considera\u021bie profesia de medic) . \u201cNu vreau s\u0103 am soarta trunchiului ce putreze\u0219te,\/Chiar dac\u0103-n jurul lui domne\u0219te-un PARADIS!\/EU am \u0219i minte \u0219i grai \u0219i sufletul ce m\u0103 treze\u0219te\/ \u0218i m\u0103 \u00eendeamn\u0103 s\u0103 cred \u00een mine, nu numai \u00een vis!\u201d(\u201cNu mi-e deajuns\u201d).<\/p>\n

Setea de a d\u0103rui \u0219i a primi iubire, at\u00e2t de caracteristic\u0103 firii omene\u0219ti este \u0219i la poeta volumului \u201eLa r\u0103scruce de lumi\u201d cople\u0219itoare ca de altfel la orice femeie matur\u0103, con\u0219tient\u0103 de puterea t\u0103m\u0103diutoare, m\u00e2ntuitoare a dragostei.<\/p>\n

\u00cen poezia \u201ePoze \u0219i roze\u201d, triste\u021bea a\u0219tept\u0103rii e sf\u00e2\u0219ietoare, dureroas\u0103, nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 parc\u0103. O poezie foarte frumoas\u0103 din care redau dou\u0103 strofe spre \u00eenc\u00e2ntarea cititorului ce nu are timpul ori disponibilitatea de a citi tot volumul. \/\u201cAm r\u0103sfoit prin g\u0103lbejitele de vreme poze din album,\/ \u00cencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 mai tr\u0103iesc aievea vreo dulce amintire!\/ P\u0103strau \u00eenc\u0103 suav al trandafirilor presa\u021bi parfum\/ Cu-ale noastre clipe ferecate pe veci \u00een nemurire,\u201d\/\/ \u201c\u0218i-a\u0219a mi se topise seara, ca alte \u0219i alte seri,\/ Tot a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te la foc de suflet \u0219i de lum\u00e2nare!\/ Trecur\u0103 toamne, r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd \u0219i ierni \u0219i prim\u0103veri,\/ Cu ochi pierdu\u021bi \u00een gol, cer\u0219ind o umbr\u0103 pe c\u0103rare.\u201d Citind volumul, fil\u0103 cu fil\u0103, atent\u0103, pl\u0103cut surprins\u0103, am c\u0103utat pu\u021bin\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103, un pic de var\u0103 (iubesc mult vara), ori chiar \u00eenceputuri de toamna bogat\u0103 \u00een sensuri, rod ori culoare. Am g\u0103sit mult\u0103 iarn\u0103, oameni acoperi\u021bi de fulgi de nea (care la poet\u0103 sunt zile ce trec), transforma\u021bi \u00een cele din urm\u0103 \u00een oameni ne\u00eesufle\u021biti de z\u0103pad\u0103, \u00eenghe\u021ba\u021bi de frigul nevie\u021bii, \u0219i o mul\u021bime de nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite, triste ploi bacoviene.<\/p>\n

Incompatibil\u0103 \u00een structura sa interioar\u0103 cu lumea \u00een care tr\u0103ie\u0219te (dar oare ce poet este?), Anna Nora Rotaru se \u00eentreab\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 a a\u0219tepta r\u0103spuns, \/\u201cCe caut eu pe lumea asta a\u0219a de cenu\u0219ie \u0219i nebun\u0103…\/ Cu fe\u021be false, ascunse sub m\u0103\u0219ti z\u00e2mbitoare, cuvioase,\/ Ce mi se r\u00e2njesc \u00een juru-mi, slute, crude \u0219i r\u0103ut\u0103cioase,\/ \u00cenv\u0103luindu-mi sufletul, cu a\u021be colorate vr\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi coase,\/ Goblen brodat frumos, ce-ascunde o lume plin\u0103 de minciun\u0103?\u201d\/ ( \u201cAievea sau co\u0219mar\u201d). \u00centrebarea r\u0103m\u00e2ne, g\u0103se\u0219te \u00eens\u0103 motiva\u021bia, puterea de a merge \u00eenainte cu o doz\u0103 nesperat\u0103 de optimism, dovad\u0103 c\u0103 pacea, armonia, binele \u0219i lumina \u00eenving de fiecare dat\u0103.\/ \u201cTreptat… \u00eemi pare lumea c\u0103 devine colorat\u0103 \u0219i frumoas\u0103,\/ Departe de cenu\u0219iul dinainte \u0219i plin de controverse!\/ \u00cemi simt prin vene un fluviu de fericire s\u0103 reverse,\/ \u00cen toat\u0103 f\u0103ptura ce pare a pluti prin paralele UNIVERSE,\/ Cuprins\u0103 de-o senza\u021bie de euforie \u0219i pace-armonioas\u0103!\u201d<\/p>\n

Nu sunt critic literar, nici filolog, nci macar coleg de breasla cu poeta , ci doar o pasionat\u0103 de lectur\u0103, un m\u00e2nuitor al condeiului, o consumatoare \u0219i creatoare de poezie. Cred c\u0103 orice om are dreptul s\u0103 se manifeste prin art\u0103 dac\u0103 simte nevoia s\u0103 o fac\u0103, las\u00e2nd \u00een urma sa o dovad\u0103 a trecerii sale pe Pamnat.Am c\u0103utat s\u0103 p\u0103trund \u00een universul poetic al vasluiencei stabilit\u0103 pe meleaguri elene, medicul Anna Nora Rotaru, \u201ecu pa\u0219i de porumbel\u201d ca s\u0103 nu-i tulbur armonia \u00eentregului la care ne-a f\u0103cut p\u0103rta\u0219i, citind cu sufletul, a\u0219a cum numai un poet poate citi poezia altui poet \u0219i cu \u00eentreaga considera\u021bie ce se cuvine a o da truditorului \u00een cele \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103toare pentru iubitorul de frumos.<\/p>\n

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Dorina Stoica<\/strong><\/p>\n

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