{"id":24488,"date":"2015-07-17T17:29:29","date_gmt":"2015-07-17T17:29:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=24488"},"modified":"2015-07-19T19:59:15","modified_gmt":"2015-07-19T19:59:15","slug":"iuliana-paloda-popescu-poesis-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/07\/17\/iuliana-paloda-popescu-poesis-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Iuliana Paloda-Popescu: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Trandafirii s\u0103lbatici<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne,
\nnoaptea se stinge \u015fi \u00eensetat\u0103
\nbeau roua dimine\u0163ii, pe c\u00e2nd pas\u0103rea
\nzorilor se rote\u015fte aprinz\u00e2nd Cerul…merg
\npe ierburi t\u00e2rzii, iar prin Valea Cire\u015fului trec
\namintiri, v\u0103luri de cea\u0163\u0103 se-ntind peste apele
\nC\u00e2lni\u015ftei dintr-un alt veac…singur\u0103 ating
\napa cu palmele, o strecor printre gene
\n\u015fi-mi descop\u0103r plutind \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri
\nchipul suav, \u00eenc\u0103 neatins de
\nsuflarea mor\u0163ii, iar
\ndinspre<\/p>\n

c\u00e2mpie aud
\nvocea str\u0103bunilor care
\nvin s\u0103 asculte clopotul inimii –
\nbiiing-baaang!…Trupuri de hum\u0103 \u015fi
\nCer se ridic\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2ntul de sear\u0103, iar Soarele
\nse tope\u015fte \u00een apa de foc, din care trandafirii
\ns\u0103lbatici beau nemurirea \u015fi se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 apoi, peste
\nspinii de aur, cum doar Tu Te \u00eenal\u0163i \u015fi aduni
\nlacrimile celor r\u0103ni\u0163i, umili\u0163i, p\u0103r\u0103si\u0163i \u00een
\ndureri p\u00e2n\u0103 la uitare, p\u00e2n\u0103 la iertare,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la primirea dragostei
\nTale !…<\/p>\n

Asemenea \u00cengerului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Asemenea
\n\u00cengerului, ast\u0103zi voi
\ninvoca zorile – poate va
\nploua peste c\u00e2mpurile arse,
\npoate gura mea va sorbi aerul
\nproasp\u0103t al cr\u00e2ngului \u00eenflorit
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 lacrima Cerului
\n\u015fi \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat\u0103<\/p>\n

voi rosti
\ncuvinte de lumin\u0103,
\nvoi num\u0103ra stelele albe \u015fi
\nro\u015fii din icoana \u00een care Iisus
\nHristos pogoar\u0103 de pe Crucea
\n\u00eenalt\u0103 \u015fi trece prin lanurile
\nvii, cu bra\u0163ele deschise
\n\u00eentr-un alt veac!…<\/p>\n

Cred<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cred, Doamne,
\najut\u0103 a\u015ftept\u0103rii mele!…
\nOglinda m\u0103 arat\u0103 cu ochii stin\u015fi
\npeste noapte, numai zorile \u00eemi aduc
\npas\u0103rea cu zbor prelung, oprindu-se
\npe zidul \u00een care degetele mele
\ncaut\u0103 rana Ta!…<\/p>\n

Doamne,
\n\u00een zadar \u015ftim durerea,
\nnimic nu putem schimba,
\nchiar dac\u0103 am urla, sf\u00e2\u015fiindu-ne
\nhainele \u015fi tr\u0103g\u00e2nd cu m\u00e2inile
\nam\u00e2ndou\u0103 de baierele
\ninimii!…<\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103
\nam \u00eentoarce timpul \u015fi am
\ns\u00e2ngera, acolo, unde este \u00eenc\u0103
\nproasp\u0103t locul prin care au voit s\u0103-\u0162i
\nsmulg\u0103 inima, locul de care ne-am
\natins \u015fi-am \u00eenceput s\u0103 credem
\nve\u015fnicia Ta!…<\/p>\n

Azi, inima-\u015fi \u00eentinde
\nramurile peste Crucea pe care
\nsingur stai cu bra\u0163ele deschise \u015fi
\nsuspini, plec\u00e2ndu-\u0162i fruntea peste
\nlanurile vii \u015fi lumin\u00e2ndu-le
\ncu lacrima de
\nfoc!…<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o privire albastr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Seara
\ncoboar\u0103, lungi p\u00e2nze de
\nfum adie pe ziduri, pe str\u0103zile
\nalbe, f\u0103clii se aprind la r\u0103scruci,
\niar \u00een pie\u0163e, cei s\u0103raci se \u00eenc\u0103lzesc
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 focuri \u015fi viseaz\u0103 nop\u0163ile \u00een
\ncare \u00cengerul trece \u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntat
\n\u00een c\u0103ma\u015fa lui de m\u0103tase
\nalb\u0103, \u00cengerul ce<\/p>\n

ne cunoa\u015fte
\n\u015fi ne \u0163ine de m\u00e2n\u0103 sub
\nfelinarul aprins, \u015foptind vorbe
\nde ne\u00een\u0163eles, \u00cengerul ce ne apropie
\nde vis \u015fi de aura Lunii, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftim
\ng\u00e2ndul lui, pentru c\u0103 El este cel
\nce vegheaz\u0103, s\u0103 nu cazi, iar
\nde se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103 s\u0103
\nluneci pe<\/p>\n

frunzele
\nreci, l\u0103crim\u00e2nd uneori,
\nEl \u00eentinde o arip\u0103 \u015fi te \u00eenal\u0163\u0103
\n\u00eencet, l\u00e2ng\u0103 inim\u0103, pentru c\u0103 \u015ftie
\ncum treci, ca un c\u00e2ntec pe ape sau
\npe \u0163\u0103rmul de aur, unde El, numai El
\nte cuprinde \u00eentr-o privire albastr\u0103
\n\u015fi te poart\u0103 \u00een tain\u0103 sub
\npleoape!…<\/p>\n

Ca o petal\u0103 alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum,
\norizontul este departe,
\nnumai dac\u0103 \u00eentinzi bra\u0163ele vei
\natinge m\u0103tasea Cerului \u015fi-\u0163i vei afla
\nnumele \u2013 spune \u00cengerul… iar pas\u0103rea
\napelor te va trece dincolo \u015fi te vei trezi
\ndin somnul ad\u00e2nc, \u00een care ai c\u0103zut prad\u0103
\nv\u00e2n\u0103torilor, singur, pe c\u00e2mpiile albe, cu
\nbra\u0163ele deschise, purt\u00e2nd sub pleoape
\namintirea m\u0103rului din care ai mu\u015fcat
\nc\u00e2ndva lumina dulce, azurie,
\nsper\u00e2nd ca<\/p>\n

fructul
\nrumen s\u0103 te poarte-n
\nve\u015fnicie!… Biruin\u0163a e a celor
\nce-a\u015fteapt\u0103 – spune \u00cengerul \u015fi-\u0163i
\npune-n palme tipsia de argint pe care
\nst\u0103 o carte ferecat\u0103, apoi, prive\u015fte Cerul
\n\u015fi \u00ee\u0163i aminte\u015fte c\u0103-n puterea nop\u0163ii piere
\n\u00eentristarea \u015fi intr\u00e2nd \u00een vis cu sufletul
\ncurat, vei fi mereu mai t\u00e2n\u0103r
\n\u015fi mai singur, plutind pe
\n\u0163\u0103rmurile vii, ca o
\npetal\u0103 alb\u0103!…<\/p>\n

Floarea pustiei<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Doamne,
\npe apele g\u00e2ndului,
\no corabie trece, cu p\u00e2nzele
\nalbe \u015fi catarg de rubin, iar \u00een vis,
\nlic\u0103re steaua iubirii pe cerul de fum!
\nScriu poeme l\u00e2ng\u0103 unicul far, pe c\u00e2nd
\n\u00cengerul vine cu Floarea pustiei \u00een dar \u015fi
\nparfum de t\u0103m\u00e2ie pe t\u00e2mple \u015fi suflare
\nde via\u0163\u0103 pe pleoape adie, ca un dor,
\nca o flac\u0103r\u0103 vie, \u00een care \u00cengerii
\nascund p\u0103s\u0103ri cu
\naripi de<\/p>\n

foc ce
\nse \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 \u00een zori,
\npeste uitare \u015fi \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 s\u0103 fie,
\ns\u0103 zboare \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103 a ve\u015fnicie, pe
\nc\u00e2nd singuri, cu sufletele deschise,
\nvis\u0103m c\u0103 atingem zarea \u015fi cu bra\u0163ele
\n\u00eentinse vrem s\u0103 cuprindem marea, \u00een
\ncare amintirile noastre se leag\u0103n\u0103
\n\u015fi se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2ntul de sear\u0103,
\ncum numai trandafirii
\n\u015ftiu, \u00eenfiora\u0163i de
\nun s\u0103rut!<\/p>\n

Semnul \u00cengerului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

C\u00e2nd va fi,
\nnu vreau s\u0103 \u015ftiu dinainte,
\nci doar s\u0103 lunec precum frunza
\nde aur, pe apele r\u00e2ului str\u0103juit
\nde arini – spune b\u0103rbatul
\n\u00eeng\u00e2ndurat, \u00een timp
\nce prive\u015fte Cerul
\n\u00eenalt!…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd va fi,
\nvreau s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u015fa\u0163i
\n\u00een v\u0103lul de fum al c\u00e2mpiei,
\ndar s\u0103 nu \u00eemi acoperi\u0163i m\u00e2inile,
\npentru c\u0103 va veni vremea c\u00e2nd
\n\u00cengerul va suna din tr\u00e2mbi\u0163a de
\nargint \u015fi m\u0103 voi \u00eenchina –
\nspune femeia!…<\/p>\n

Amin! Iar
\nc\u00e2nd ve\u0163i adormi, eu
\nvoi veni la puntea dintre lumi
\npurt\u00e2nd \u00een slav\u0103 semnu-acesta –
\n\u015fopte\u015fte \u00cengerul \u015fi-apoi, dispare
\n\u00een cire\u015ful \u00eenflorit, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een
\nurm\u0103 o mireasm\u0103 vie
\n\u015fi o adiere de<\/p>\n

petale albe!…
\nTotul s-a petrecut
\nprea repede, \u00eenc\u00e2t nici nu
\nam v\u0103zut semnul \u00cengerului –
\nstrig\u0103 b\u0103rbatul \u00eentristat, \u00een
\ntimp ce v\u00e2ntul \u00eenfioar\u0103
\napa \u015fi arinii
\ntineri!…<\/p>\n

Nici eu
\nn-am \u00een\u0163eles nimic –
\nsuspin\u0103-n zori femeia, \u00een
\ntimp ce-\u015fi scutur\u0103 petalele
\ndin p\u0103rul nins \u015fi vede v\u0103lul
\nfumuriu cum se scurteaz\u0103
\n\u00eencet, de la un
\ncap\u0103t!…<\/p>\n

Iuliana Paloda-Popescu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din vol. “Semnul \u00cengerului”, Editura Rawex Coms, Bucure\u015fti, 2015<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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