{"id":25067,"date":"2015-10-09T14:52:43","date_gmt":"2015-10-09T14:52:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=25067"},"modified":"2015-10-09T14:52:43","modified_gmt":"2015-10-09T14:52:43","slug":"harry-ross-lirice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/10\/09\/harry-ross-lirice\/","title":{"rendered":"Harry Ross: Lirice"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nebunie, patim\u0103 \u0219i poezie<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen tinere\u0163ea-mi zv\u0103p\u0103iat\u0103,<\/p>\n

M-am \u00eendr\u0103gostit de o fat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Era \u00eenalt\u0103, cu pistrui<\/p>\n

Unde mai pui,\u00a0 avea \u015fi ochi verzui,<\/p>\n

Pas de c\u0103prioar\u0103, miros de gutui.<\/p>\n

Ne-am avut un an \u015fi o var\u0103,<\/p>\n

Toamna, s\u00eemburii iubirii se uscar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Apoi\u00a0 alte amoruri \u00een cale ie\u015find,<\/p>\n

M-am v\u0103zut mereu\u00a0 gonind<\/p>\n

\u015ei tot a\u015fa, v\u00e2nam c\u00eete o z\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n

Tineric\u0103 \u015fi divin\u0103<\/p>\n

P\u00een\u0103\u00a0 m-am \u00eensurat,<\/p>\n

Crez\u00eend c\u0103 astfel totul s-a \u00eencheiat.<\/p>\n

Nu! Dup\u0103 ani \u015fi ani, am divor\u0163at,<\/p>\n

Dar nici asta n-a durat<\/p>\n

\u015ei\u00a0 iar\u0103\u015fi\u00a0 m-am \u00eensurat,<\/p>\n

De ast\u0103dat\u0103 cu o frumoas\u0103 brunet\u0103,<\/p>\n

Alta ca ea\u00a0 nu era pe planet\u0103<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ani \u015fi ani, \u00eenc\u0103 o ador<\/p>\n

De\u015fi s-au stins\u00a0 nop\u0163ile noastre de amor.<\/p>\n

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Ochiul mai caut\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103timit<\/p>\n

Fiorul iubirii neciuntit.<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci dragostea e un vis\u00a0 ne\u00eemplinit:<\/p>\n

Foc\u00a0 ce p\u00eerjole\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Atingere ce tope\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Privire ce zdrobe\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Trup ce arde \u015fi dore\u015fte<\/p>\n

E nebunie,\u00a0 patim\u0103 \u015fi poezie.<\/p>\n

Toate astea date mi-au fost\u00a0 mie.<\/p>\n

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Dali<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Dali nu mai tr\u0103ie\u015fte<\/p>\n

A murit de mult<\/p>\n

El \u00eens\u0103 vorbe\u015fte<\/p>\n

Prin poemele sale<\/p>\n

\u00cen linii \u015fi culori<\/p>\n

Vezi chipuri\u00a0 fugare<\/p>\n

Neclare<\/p>\n

Femei trupe\u015fe, dezgolite<\/p>\n

De ve\u015fminte<\/p>\n

Peisaje ne\u00eencleiate<\/p>\n

Pete aruncate \u00een \u0163inte-ne\u0163inte<\/p>\n

Nimic solid<\/p>\n

Totu-i slobod \u015fi candid<\/p>\n

Doar tu\u015fe \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftiate \u00een v\u00eent<\/p>\n

Idei\u00a0 arz\u00eend \u00een g\u00eend<\/p>\n

O lume ce se na\u015fte \u00een fiori<\/p>\n

Ame\u0163itor de poetic<\/p>\n

Din fantezie \u015fi petice<\/p>\n

De culori<\/p>\n

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C\u0103ut\u00e2nd ce?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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Sunt pa\u015fi \u00eenainte \u015fi pa\u015fi \u00eenapoi<\/p>\n

Sunt priviri \u00eenainte \u015fi priviri \u00eenapoi<\/p>\n

Ne balans\u0103m \u00eentre ast\u0103zi \u015fi ieri<\/p>\n

C\u0103ut\u00eend ce?<\/p>\n

Un petec de lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

O felie mai cald\u0103 de p\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

Un prieten, o femeie nurlie<\/p>\n

Un arbore cu crengi de aur<\/p>\n

Un vis ame\u0163itor<\/p>\n

Mereu vrem ceva<\/p>\n

Ce n-am avut \u015fi nu\u00a0 vom avea<\/p>\n

Pentru c\u0103 hotarele fericirii<\/p>\n

sunt prea \u00eenguste<\/p>\n

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Via\u0163a\u00a0 nu st\u0103 pe loc<\/p>\n

Mintea n-are tihn\u0103<\/p>\n

Sufletul nes\u0103tul e de joc<\/p>\n

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Suntem b\u0103tr\u00e2ni<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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Suntem b\u0103tr\u00e2ni<\/p>\n

\u015fi g\u00e2ndul \u00eenc\u0103 ne st\u0103 la nebunii<\/p>\n

mai vrem s\u0103 colind\u0103m z\u0103rile ne\u015ftiute,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 dans\u0103m tangoul de demult<\/p>\n

mai vrem s\u0103 alerg\u0103m pe funii de m\u0103tase<\/p>\n

parc\u0103 ne-am \u015fi muta undeva<\/p>\n

departe, pe o stea<\/p>\n

destul cu pl\u00e2nsetele,<\/p>\n

cu vaietele \u015fi durerile<\/p>\n

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Vrem o nou\u0103 tinere\u0163e<\/p>\n

mai sublim\u0103 dec\u00e2t cea care a fost<\/p>\n

flori, viraje periculoase<\/p>\n

zboruri spre nebuloase<\/p>\n

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Ce frumos e s\u0103 visezi<\/p>\n

via\u0163a \u00een culori s-o pictezi<\/p>\n

s\u0103 ui\u0163i de riduri<\/p>\n

de triste\u0163ile din a sufletului pliuri<\/p>\n

s\u0103 mergi\u00a0 \u00eenainte cu fruntea \u00een sus,<\/p>\n

dar de unde, Doamne, putere<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd puterile toate\u00a0 s-au dus?<\/p>\n

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Marea<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

O mare de ap\u0103 t\u0103cut\u0103<\/p>\n

privirii pl\u00ee\u0103cut\u0103<\/p>\n

nuan\u021be nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite de argintiu-bleu<\/p>\n

valuri ce gonesc spre maluri,<\/p>\n

st\u00e2rnind acorduri de Brams<\/p>\n

\u00cen fond, nimic spectaculos<\/p>\n

dimpotriv\u0103, o atmosfer\u0103 pioas\u0103,<\/p>\n

demn\u0103 de rug\u0103 \u0219i medita\u021bie<\/p>\n

ca-nfa\u021ba unui mit,<\/p>\n

o tulbur\u0103toare natur\u0103 ne r\u0103scole\u0219te fiin\u021ba:<\/p>\n

mare- ap\u0103, culoare,<\/p>\n

Extaz \u00een doze umane<\/p>\n

Te despar\u021bi de un miracol sublim<\/p>\n

\u0219i de ne\u00een\u021beles<\/p>\n

Aa c\u0103rui umbre te urm\u0103resc,pas cu pas,<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o ad\u00e2nc\u0103\u00a0 tain\u0103<\/p>\n

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Halte \u0219i g\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Am trecut prin ele<\/p>\n

Alerg\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

Sau \u00een pas de melc<\/p>\n

\u0219igreu mi-ar fi s\u0103 revin<\/p>\n

a\u0219a din senin<\/p>\n

tot ce mi-aduc aminte c\u0103 \u00een multe din ele<\/p>\n

b\u0103tea un v\u00e2nt al iner\u021biei<\/p>\n

un aer st\u0103tut din vremuri imemoriale<\/p>\n

am aruncat priviri nedumerite<\/p>\n

peste lume \u0219i ziduri ascorojite<\/p>\n

ici-acolo\u00a0 am uitat o ochiad\u0103<\/p>\n

caut \u0219i azi prin amintiri<\/p>\n

fe\u021be, festuri, trig\u0103te, lacrimi<\/p>\n

\u0219i f\u00eelf\u00eeiri de batiste<\/p>\n

At\u00e2tea halte \u0219i at\u00e2tea g\u0103ri<\/p>\n

Br\u0103zdeaz\u0103 via\u021ba<\/p>\n

Apoi totul se \u0219terge<\/p>\n

De nevia\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

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Harry Ross, Israel<\/strong><\/p>\n

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    Nebunie, patim\u0103 \u0219i poezie     \u00cen tinere\u0163ea-mi zv\u0103p\u0103iat\u0103, M-am \u00eendr\u0103gostit de o fat\u0103, Era \u00eenalt\u0103, cu pistrui [&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-25067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25067","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=25067"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25070,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25067\/revisions\/25070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}