{"id":2536,"date":"2012-03-08T16:05:54","date_gmt":"2012-03-08T16:05:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=2536"},"modified":"2012-03-20T16:43:57","modified_gmt":"2012-03-20T16:43:57","slug":"poeme-monica-ila","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/03\/08\/poeme-monica-ila\/","title":{"rendered":"Poeme – Monica Ila\u015f"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Cad mugurii la margini de religii<\/strong><\/p>\n

cand verzile monezi batute-n ape<\/strong><\/p>\n

duc trandafirii galbeni in vestigii<\/strong><\/p>\n

si-nalta mare arde mai aproape…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E rece focul semnelor desprinse<\/strong><\/p>\n

dintr-un ceaslov uitat pe masa…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trec vastele pustiuri stinse<\/strong><\/p>\n

prin umbra veche-a unei case…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E straja de matase violeta<\/strong><\/p>\n

fara legenda dusa intr-o cupa<\/strong><\/p>\n

si armoniile de trioleta<\/strong><\/p>\n

rasuna inainte sa se rupa…!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Cand iti vine o scrisoare de la un necunoscut,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

cu un semn de intrebare desenat la inceput,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

sa-i raspunzi in spaniola si uitand tot ce-ai stiut,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

sa-l gasesti fara busola, in desertul sau tinut…!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Semnul de arama. Templele luminii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Intamplarea verde. Marile erori.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Inspre miazanoapte – turle mute, pinii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sfantul Don Quijote. Luptele cu mori!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Raul care urca. Macii de argint.<\/strong><\/p>\n

La rascruce – doua rauri ramurite.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Drumul catre tine, printr-un labirint.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimfele de gheata albe despletite…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sfantul Don Quijote sa te aiba-n paza!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vantul care bate sa te arda bland!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Don Quijote – sfantul – pana la amiaza<\/strong><\/p>\n

sa te aiba-n paza, sa te schimbe-n gand!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

O sonata de lumina…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Valul pe nisipul stins.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Taina. Versul si la cina<\/strong><\/p>\n

suna-argintii un invins.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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O sonata. Trei cuvinte<\/strong><\/p>\n

curg de sus in jos arzand<\/strong><\/p>\n

si in gerul lor fierbinte<\/strong><\/p>\n

se incheaga tristul gand:<\/strong><\/p>\n

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sa iti duci prin lume crucea<\/strong><\/p>\n

de silabe si de vant<\/strong><\/p>\n

si sa nu treci de rascrucea<\/strong><\/p>\n

dinspre mare spre cuvant!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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(Zapezi abstracte –\u00a0 Editura MARINEASA 2000, Timisoara)<\/p>\n

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

Vocalele ne pierd in lume.<\/p>\n

Ele calca pe\u00a0 iarba\u00a0 obosita<\/strong><\/p>\n

intre ceea ce a fost<\/p>\n

si lumea intrata intr-un minut.<\/p>\n

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Ard inapoia noastra, strabat trecutul,<\/p>\n

i n\u00a0\u00a0 o g l i n z i ,<\/strong><\/p>\n

intorcand ocheanele de samburi<\/p>\n

i n m i r e s m a t i .<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pustiuri in floare, pustiuri in stoluri,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

pustiuri in ninsori, pustiuri in undele<\/em><\/p>\n

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Semnele ne pierd in lume<\/p>\n

certandu-ne cu lacrimi de valuri<\/p>\n

s o l e m n e<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca furtunile cenusii<\/p>\n

strabatute de umbrele \u00a0a b s e n t e i.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Acolo,\u00a0 parasite in vai,<\/p>\n

ne-au ramas urmele vinovate.<\/p>\n

S u n t e m\u00a0\u00a0 v a n a t<\/p>\n

intr-un loc fara prada.<\/p>\n

Vocalele cad in perfectiunea\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Nu stim sa plangem,<\/p>\n

nu stim sa auzim tacerea,<\/p>\n

a f l a m\u00a0\u00a0 p r e a\u00a0\u00a0 t a r z i u<\/strong><\/p>\n

despre lianele din curcubee<\/p>\n

s i\u00a0\u00a0 p l o u a\u00a0\u00a0 r i t m i c, <\/strong><\/p>\n

iar noptile nu au contururi…<\/p>\n

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S u n t e m ,\u00a0\u00a0 i n\u00a0\u00a0 f o s n e t e,<\/p>\n

s t o l u r i\u00a0\u00a0 t r i s t e !<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Nu vom sti niciodata<\/p>\n

daca oglinzile vor invinge<\/p>\n

d i n c o l o\u00a0\u00a0 d e\u00a0\u00a0 z o d i i !<\/p>\n

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Vom cadea tot mai aproape<\/p>\n

de pajistile incolore<\/p>\n

si yolele, purtate de cantec,<\/p>\n

v o r\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 a c o s t a\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

la tarmul\u00a0 \u00a0v o c a l e l o r<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0 viitoare.<\/p>\n

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Nu stim sa adunam,<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu stim sa numaram,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ne pierdem cu fiecare indoiala,<\/strong><\/p>\n

printre catedralele toamnei.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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si\u00a0\u00a0 n i n g e\u00a0\u00a0 v i o l e t<\/p>\n

c u\u00a0\u00a0 f r u n z e\u00a0\u00a0 de\u00a0 h a r t i e<\/strong><\/p>\n

si pleoapele de vant<\/p>\n

c a d – peste greseala norilor ! <\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

Voi sta alaturi de gandul tau<\/p>\n

in\u00a0 g e r u l\u00a0\u00a0 i m p e r i a l.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pierde-ma – ecou\u00a0 de sticla –<\/p>\n

si sculpteaza-mi – ca pe o zvelta<\/p>\n

coloana dorica –\u00a0 b a t a i a\u00a0 inimii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Incoroneaza-ma,<\/strong> odata cu<\/p>\n

e r o a r e a<\/strong>\u00a0 plansului altora<\/p>\n

sub greutatea strabuna a cerului;<\/p>\n

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nu starni sufletul fluturilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca sa-mi ameninte \u00a0p l e c a r e a.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Intinde bratul si arata-mi<\/p>\n

ce ascunde \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

petala\u00a0 cenusie\u00a0 a\u00a0 ziguratului… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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A d i c a\u00a0 –<\/strong><\/p>\n

i n t e l e p t u l\u00a0\u00a0 d e s e r t <\/strong><\/p>\n

si furtunile nisipurilor din clepsidre.<\/p>\n

si \u00a0misterul de piatra al templului<\/strong><\/p>\n

in care odihneste\u00a0 –\u00a0 mumia incendiata<\/p>\n

a ultimului fulg de zapada.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

(Secretul spiralei – publicat la Editura Augusta – Timisoara, decembrie 2001.)<\/p>\n

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Ascultam gandul marelui zar\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

cum imi sculpteaza nuantele purtate<\/strong><\/p>\n

inspre nasterea sudului.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Se facea ca locuiam intr-o lume<\/strong><\/p>\n

unde nu eram decat un simbol<\/strong><\/p>\n

printre anotimpurile obosite.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nu cunosteam intamplarea verbului…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Mai tarziu, beznele ovale<\/strong><\/p>\n

deasupra piramidei de cristal<\/strong><\/p>\n

au cautat miezul intrebarii<\/strong><\/p>\n

si celalta jumatate a fiintei.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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A fost primul semn despre eroarea<\/strong><\/p>\n

care avea sa se nasca din misterul<\/strong><\/p>\n

unui simplu punct.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Rascoliti de vocale, am chemat cerul<\/strong><\/p>\n

sa ne insenineze cu o victorie<\/strong><\/p>\n

desavarsita<\/strong><\/p>\n

sunetele atrase de coloanele straluminate<\/strong><\/p>\n

ale templelor –<\/strong><\/p>\n

printre fantomele aducerilor aminte.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ne revarsam printre stanci<\/strong><\/p>\n

si ne indreptam tot mai adanc<\/strong><\/p>\n

– precum in amurg, zodiile abstracte<\/strong><\/p>\n

si colturile astrilor din cer –<\/strong><\/p>\n

intr-o lume cu pleoapa cazuta<\/strong><\/p>\n

peste mileniul nostru geometric .<\/strong><\/p>\n

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La marginea algelor, fiecare<\/strong><\/p>\n

ne-am plecat obositi genunchii<\/strong><\/p>\n

si am cerut continentelor intarziate<\/strong><\/p>\n

– gloria din misterul spiralei.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Am ramas acolo regasiti printre adjective<\/strong><\/p>\n

bantuiti de semnul cel mai stiutor<\/strong><\/p>\n

– numit mirare .<\/strong><\/p>\n

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M<\/strong>area indoiala a trecut prin mine<\/p>\n

O<\/strong>chii lumi-albastri ard si ma fac scrum.<\/p>\n

N<\/strong>inge peste ganduri stele albe, fine;<\/p>\n

I<\/strong>ntr-un alt deceniu umbra lor de fum.<\/p>\n

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C<\/strong>easuri fara ace numara secunde.<\/p>\n

A<\/strong>stazi cade nordul. Maine este acum.<\/p>\n

I<\/strong>ese din greseala taina care-ascunde<\/p>\n

L<\/strong>umea in parfumul gerului postum.<\/p>\n

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A<\/strong>m ales din toate formele rotunde<\/p>\n

S<\/strong>arpele spiralei ca sa-mi fac alt drum<\/p>\n

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(Icoane de aer – Waldpress 2006)<\/p>\n

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