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Marea \u00eendoial\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Marea \u00eendoial\u0103 a trecut prin mine<\/p>\n Ochii lumi-alba\u015ftri ard \u015fi m\u0103 fac scrum.<\/p>\n Ninge peste g\u00e2nduri stele albe, fine;<\/p>\n \u00centr-un alt deceniu umbra lor de fum.<\/p>\n Ceasuri f\u0103r\u0103 ace num\u0103r\u0103 secunde.<\/p>\n Ast\u0103zi cade nordul. M\u00e2ine este acum.<\/p>\n Iese din gre\u015feal\u0103 taina care-ascunde<\/p>\n Lumea \u00een parfumul gerului postum.<\/p>\n Am ales din toate formele rotunde<\/p>\n \u015earpele spiralei ca s\u0103-mi fac alt drum\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Blestem <\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Amiezile care-au pornit din zar<\/p>\n r\u0103sun\u0103 albastru pe \u00eenalta mare<\/p>\n afl\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 arz\u00e2nd imaginar<\/p>\n \u2013 t\u0103cere alb\u0103 a ochiului din zare.<\/p>\n Plec\u0103rile care-au pornit din g\u00e2nd<\/p>\n mi-au \u00eendreptat din nou marea gre\u015feal\u0103<\/p>\n g\u0103sindu-m\u0103 ca semn mereu r\u0103sfr\u00e2nt<\/p>\n \u00eentr-un blestem \u015fi-n bezna lui oval\u0103.<\/p>\n Atunci eram corola unui crin,<\/p>\n acum sunt iar\u0103\u015fi punct \u2013 din \u00eent\u00e2mplare,<\/p>\n durerea-albastr\u0103 desenat\u0103 fin<\/p>\n gre\u015feala semnului de \u00eentrebare\u2026<\/p>\n curcubeul din lacuri<\/p>\n M\u0103 lumineaz\u0103 culoarea acestei flori<\/p>\n \u2013 o t\u0103cere rotund\u0103<\/p>\n ferecat\u0103 \u00een semnele inimii.<\/p>\n Ad\u00e2ncimea sufletului \u00eensetat de ger<\/p>\n \u015fi de ordine cereasc\u0103<\/p>\n \u00eemi dezleag\u0103 enigma degetelor<\/p>\n care-mi cunosc \u00eenceputul .<\/p>\n M\u0103 umile\u015fte gre\u015feala beznelor<\/p>\n \u015fi s\u0103rb\u0103toarea nervului divin \u2013<\/p>\n mantie de m\u0103tase peste ochiul de cenu\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n care arunc\u0103 visele abstracte<\/p>\n \u00een setea ceasului.<\/p>\n M\u0103 lumineaz\u0103 imaginea perfect\u0103<\/p>\n a icoanelor fermecate \u015fi umbra<\/p>\n curcubeului din lacuri,<\/p>\n deslu\u015find,<\/p>\n aproape de fiecare dat\u0103,<\/p>\n miezul de foc al sentimentelor.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00censerare absolut\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Eram at\u00e2t de solemni<\/p>\n \u00eenc\u00e2t se stingeau \u00een cupole zorile<\/p>\n iar \u00eenghe\u0163atele icoanele de aer<\/p>\n se pref\u0103ceau \u00een stoluri de silabe.<\/p>\n Eram at\u00e2t de senini<\/p>\n \u00eenc\u00e2t respira\u0163ia str\u0103vezie a clipei<\/p>\n se pr\u0103bu\u015fea peste \u00eenserarea albastr\u0103<\/p>\n culeg\u00e2ndu-\u015fi memoria.<\/p>\n Deodat\u0103,<\/p>\n ne-am trezit printre templele cu idoli<\/p>\n r\u0103t\u0103cind in fiecare gre\u015feal\u0103,<\/p>\n ca \u015fi cum ne-am fi-nvelit sim\u0163urile<\/p>\n cu toate cele patru z\u0103ri.<\/p>\n Eram at\u00e2t de solemni,<\/p>\n \u00eenc\u00e2t vis\u00e2nd colorat<\/p>\n nu ne-am mai recunoscut, \u015fi poate<\/p>\n c\u0103 vom purta mereu,<\/p>\n \u00een fiecare or\u0103, \u00een fiecare zi \u2013 acela\u015fi nume<\/p>\n f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 deslu\u015fim fantoma spiralei<\/p>\n de \u00eenserarea absolut\u0103 care vine !<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dincolo de g\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Dincolo de v\u00e2ntul care m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103luia<\/p>\n este g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n Te pierd prin ochii care \u00eemi r\u0103sfr\u00e2ng<\/p>\n ceasurile pe r\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n mai mult dec\u00e2t lumina str\u0103vezie.<\/p>\n Teama \u00eemi alung\u0103 somnul\u2026<\/p>\n Tu e\u015fti lini\u015ftea din care \u00eemi culeg<\/p>\n lumina pentru firul fiec\u0103rei nop\u0163i.<\/p>\n Sun\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd pa\u015fii numelui t\u0103u<\/p>\n \u015fi ochii p\u0103streaz\u0103 lumina.<\/p>\n Te a\u015ftept s\u0103 m\u0103 cau\u0163i culeg\u00e2nd<\/p>\n vorbele tale-cu palmele limpezi.<\/p>\n P\u00e2ndesc umbra cuv\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n peste chipul meu \u015fi ecoul m\u00e2inii oarbe<\/p>\n c\u0103ut\u00e2nd linia curb\u0103 a visului.<\/p>\n Peste pleoape a c\u0103zut de mult<\/p>\n perdeaua de ape tulburi.<\/p>\n Sub t\u00e2mple \u015fi-au zb\u0103tut aripile albe<\/p>\n cocorii care se \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n St\u00e2ncile \u00ee\u015fi pun podoabe str\u0103vezii<\/p>\n \u015fi nisipul cenu\u015fiu<\/p>\n se spulber\u0103 peste col\u0163urile tocite.<\/p>\n Linia de \u00eendoial\u0103 a orizontului<\/p>\n se va salva \u00eencet de lumina zilei<\/p>\n c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri<\/p>\n leag\u0103nul valului domolit.<\/p>\n Acum, dac\u0103 \u00eentind un an peste timp,<\/p>\n m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc cu un secol \u00een urm\u0103<\/p>\n pe marginea acelora\u015fi g\u00e2nduri,<\/p>\n alb\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 izvorul unde cerbii<\/p>\n \u00ee\u015fi leap\u0103d\u0103 ochii ascu\u0163i\u0163i, f\u0103r\u0103 suflare.<\/p>\n Astfel \u00eemi este \u00een g\u00e2ndul venit<\/p>\n mai din ad\u00e2nc dec\u00e2t lumina, r\u0103mas<\/p>\n mai departe dec\u00e2t t\u0103cerile\u2026<\/p>\n Ca apa m-ai cuprins \u00eenvolburat.<\/p>\n \u00cen taina mea m-am r\u0103t\u0103cit de tine.<\/p>\n E clipa \u00een care m\u0103 pierd.<\/p>\n Voi pl\u00e2nge l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine<\/p>\n \u015fi nu voi \u00een\u0163elege de ce m\u0103 caut<\/p>\n \u00een clipe \u015fi \u00een cuvinte\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Deasupra stelelor<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat ca la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t<\/p>\n al toamnei portocalii<\/p>\n s\u0103 g\u0103sim norii calzi aplec\u00e2ndu-\u015fi<\/p>\n fruntea \u2013 peste lanurile de rou\u0103<\/p>\n \u015fi peste focurile mute ale st\u00e2ncilor.<\/p>\n \u00cen\u0163elepciunea stelelor viscolea<\/p>\n spirala \u2013 devenit\u0103 pentru \u00eenc\u0103<\/p>\n un sfert de veac \u2013 lacrima iubirii<\/p>\n noastre.<\/p>\n Ca o culoare biruitoare \u2013 noaptea<\/p>\n r\u0103scolea destinul trupului t\u0103u<\/p>\n \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 asculte mirarea<\/p>\n ultimelor semne \u00een\u0163elepte<\/p>\n de dincolo \u015fi de deasupra<\/p>\n \u00eenfloririi noastre prim\u0103v\u0103ratice !<\/p>\n S-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat ca lini\u015ftea punctelor<\/p>\n s\u0103 ne str\u0103bat\u0103 amiezile<\/p>\n c\u0103zute din oglinzi \u2013 pentru \u0163ipetele<\/p>\n \u015fi semnele de \u00eentrebare<\/p>\n ale muzicii de deasupra stelelor !<\/p>\n Ca o culoare biruitoare<\/p>\n voi r\u0103s\u0103ri de fiecare dat\u0103<\/p>\n c\u00e2nd furtunile din clepsidre<\/p>\n vor r\u0103scoli sunetul \u00eenfloririi noastre !<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Contur<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n C\u00e2nd fluturii sunt doar contur<\/p>\n si curg spre filele veline<\/p>\n se spune ca prin gerul pur<\/p>\n vin magi de seara sa se-nchine\u2026<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd fluturii sunt la apus<\/p>\n si trecem \u2013 doi \u2013 prin ceata fina,<\/p>\n tu ma \u00eentrebi daca ti-am spus<\/p>\n taina ramasa pentru cina\u2026<\/p>\n \u2026si daca-n gerul cel mai pur<\/p>\n vor prinde fluturii contur.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n T\u0103cere alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rasunam albastru pe \u00eenalta mare\u2026<\/p>\n mai era durerea desenata fin,<\/p>\n drumul \u00eenspre mine, semnul de-ntrebare,<\/p>\n sfera de tacere alba-a unui crin!<\/p>\n Rasunam albastru si \u00eenalta mare<\/p>\n \u00eemi spunea pe nume, ma ruga c\u00e2nd vin<\/p>\n sa ard \u00een tacere si din \u00eent\u00e2mplare<\/p>\n sa ram\u00e2na-n lume ad\u00e2nc maiputin\u2026<\/p>\n \u2026Eu \u2013 durerea albastra desenata fin!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Trandafirii galbeni<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cad mugurii la margini de religii<\/p>\n c\u00e2nd verzile monezi batute-n ape<\/p>\n duc trandafirii galbeni \u00een vestigii<\/p>\n si-nalta mare arde mai aproape\u2026<\/p>\n E rece focul semnelor desprinse<\/p>\n dintr-un ceaslov uitat pe masa\u2026<\/p>\n Trec vastele pustiuri stinse<\/p>\n prin umbra veche-a unei case\u2026<\/p>\n E straja de matase violeta<\/p>\n fara legenda dusa \u00eentr-o cupa<\/p>\n si armoniile de trioleta<\/p>\n rasuna \u00eenainte sa se rupa\u2026!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Trist<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Sa nu fii trista, azi sunt trist;<\/p>\n am cu o frunza mai putin\u2026<\/p>\n Sunt foarte trist fiindca exist<\/p>\n \u00een chiar aroma mea de crin!<\/p>\n Sa fii frumoasa, daca sunt<\/p>\n de trei petale \u00eempartit,<\/p>\n daca \u00een gerul din cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n sunt fiul tau dezmostenit!<\/p>\n (Mi-a spus, azi, crinul meu cel sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n alb viscolit. Eu nu mai sunt!)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Monica Ila\u0219<\/strong><\/p>\n Italia<\/p>\n La Mul\u021bi \u0219i Ferici\u021bi Ani !<\/em><\/p>\n 28 mai 2016<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Marea \u00eendoial\u0103 \u00a0 Marea \u00eendoial\u0103 a trecut prin mine Ochii lumi-alba\u015ftri ard \u015fi m\u0103 fac scrum. 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