{"id":27398,"date":"2016-09-15T14:40:15","date_gmt":"2016-09-15T14:40:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=27398"},"modified":"2016-09-15T14:40:42","modified_gmt":"2016-09-15T14:40:42","slug":"ada-neag-confesiuni-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2016\/09\/15\/ada-neag-confesiuni-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Ada NEAG: Confesiuni (Poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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G\u00c2NDUL APUS<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd st\u0103team \u015fi scriam,<\/p>\n

Lumea-n g\u00e2nd o exploram.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd priveam acele fe\u0163e…<\/p>\n

Hm… Fe\u0163ele lor…<\/p>\n

Acum pot s\u0103 desenez linia vie\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u015ei pot s\u0103 creez lumea mea nev\u0103zut\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sunt sigur\u0103 c\u0103 doar armonia ultimului vals,<\/p>\n

M\u0103 mai inspir\u0103…<\/p>\n

Fuga e doar o frica a unora,<\/p>\n

Frica te face mai puternic,<\/p>\n

Tu e\u015fti incompatibilul vie\u0163ii mele,<\/p>\n

Tu nu rezolvi nimic,<\/p>\n

Tu a\u015ftep\u0163i iubire.<\/p>\n

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AMURG<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Haosul din inima mea,<\/p>\n

Teroarea din mintea mea,<\/p>\n

\u015ei granduoarea incertitudinii mele,<\/p>\n

M\u0103 arunc\u0103 la p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Umbre reci, se plimb\u0103 pe morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Totul devine mai sf\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Pustietatea ultimului meu vis m\u0103 b\u00e2ntuie…<\/p>\n

\u015ei regretele apar.<\/p>\n

Pentru unul oarecare,<\/p>\n

Pentru o privire aleas\u0103,<\/p>\n

Pentru un z\u00e2mbet inocent,<\/p>\n

Pentru tine.<\/p>\n

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CONFESIUNI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Doar luna mai \u015ftie c\u00e2t am pl\u00e2ns,<\/p>\n

Doar via\u0163a mai \u015ftie c\u00e2t am fugit,<\/p>\n

Doar marea mai \u015ftie ce am f\u0103cut.<\/p>\n

\u015ei trece, trece, seduce \u015fi se duce..<\/p>\n

Apare noaptea.<\/p>\n

Sinistra b\u0103taie a v\u00e2ntului adie,<\/p>\n

Somnul dispare \u015fi via\u0163a e co\u015fmarul.<\/p>\n

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EXISTEN\u0162A UIT\u0102RII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Un zvon oarecare<\/p>\n

\u015ei frica apare..<\/p>\n

Tainic st\u0103 sufletul \u015fi a\u015fteapt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Visele sunt c\u00e2ntate din lir\u0103,<\/p>\n

Devenind vorbe suave.<\/p>\n

Si noi, muritorii de r\u00e2nd le ador\u0103m..<\/p>\n

Pustia noastr\u0103 existen\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

Va fi uitat\u0103 pe veci.<\/p>\n

Doar cuvintele sunt ve\u015fnice..<\/p>\n

Doar ele r\u0103m\u00e2n pe veci.<\/p>\n

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\u0162\u0102RMUL UIT\u0102RII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Suflete reci b\u00e2ntuie lumea,<\/p>\n

Magia lor devenind etern\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doar cei r\u0103ni\u0163i vor fi capabili s\u0103 lupte,<\/p>\n

Doar cei ce lupt\u0103 c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103..<\/p>\n

\u015ei astfel… mul\u0163i pierd…<\/p>\n

Doar b\u0103taia inimii se mai aude<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un fundal gol \u015fi uitat.<\/p>\n

Poezia vorbe\u015fte<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd oamenii tac,<\/p>\n

Poezia transmite,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd oamenii nu o fac.<\/p>\n

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ECOUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Timpul se apropie de final…<\/p>\n

Vremea e \u015fi ea pe sf\u00e2r\u015fite.<\/p>\n

Ultimul sunet de lini\u015fte marcheaz\u0103 tot.<\/p>\n

Oglinda mai reflect\u0103 un z\u00e2mbet fals,<\/p>\n

Doar creionul mai coloreaz\u0103 foaia<\/p>\n

Cu g\u00e2nduri colorate,<\/p>\n

Foaia, e fundalul vie\u0163ii noastre,<\/p>\n

Unde zi de zi, noapte de noapte,<\/p>\n

Focul din inima poetului p\u0103teaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

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MOARTEA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Suflet pustiu, de ce ai ap\u0103rut?<\/p>\n

Morm\u00e2ntul a fost s\u0103pat..<\/p>\n

Crinul inimii tale se ofile\u015fte..<\/p>\n

Te aud..<\/p>\n

Vis r\u0103mas \u00een repaos.<\/p>\n

\u00cencepe ploaia…<\/p>\n

Imensitatea durerii nu te las\u0103 s\u0103 te odihne\u015fti..<\/p>\n

Astfel vei c\u0103dea,<\/p>\n

Muri,<\/p>\n

Dus de \u00eengeri, sau de diavoli…<\/p>\n

Dar important e c\u0103 vei muri!<\/p>\n

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FANTASTICUL NEV\u0102ZUT<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Lumea-i roz \u015fi colorat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Are gust de ciocolat\u0103.<\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rile ciripesc,<\/p>\n

Acum lumea o p\u0103zesc.<\/p>\n

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Dar… prive\u015fte prin p\u00e2nza groas\u0103 a umanit\u0103\u0163ii..<\/p>\n

Lumea-I neagr\u0103 \u015fi-ncolor\u0103.<\/p>\n

Totul a devenit uitat,<\/p>\n

Totul va disp\u0103rea,<\/p>\n

Al\u0103turi de noi, oamenii regretelor.<\/p>\n

Iubirea-i un lucru uman,<\/p>\n

Sentimentalismele apar,<\/p>\n

Se joac\u0103 cu tine,<\/p>\n

\u015fi te doboar\u0103…<\/p>\n

Dar tu<\/p>\n

continui s\u0103 iube\u015fti.<\/p>\n

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IMPASUL FATAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eu scriu ce nu pot spune.<\/p>\n

To\u0163i sunt martori la lucruri nev\u0103zute.<\/p>\n

Paradoxul min\u0163ii\u00a0 mele, st\u0103 nerezolvat.<\/p>\n

Serenada inimii mele, a\u015fteapt\u0103 solistul.<\/p>\n

\u015ei… magia privirii mele, a\u015fteapt\u0103 victima.<\/p>\n

Poate am ajuns s\u0103 fim sclavi,<\/p>\n

\u00een propriul nostru sanatoriu sumbru al min\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Sau poate,<\/p>\n

doar e creativitatea noastr\u0103,<\/p>\n

cer\u00e2nd \u00eendrumare?<\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftiu, nu \u015ftim,<\/p>\n

A\u015fa murim.<\/p>\n

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URMA DIN SUFLETELE LOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Acum,<\/p>\n

M\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

Atunci sau mai demult,<\/p>\n

Timpul se chinuia s\u0103 ofere ceva.<\/p>\n

Tot acum,<\/p>\n

Tot m\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

Tot atunci,<\/p>\n

Tot demult,<\/p>\n

Suferin\u0163a a prins puteri.<\/p>\n

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Ei doreau afec\u0163iune…<\/p>\n

Puri copii naivi!<\/p>\n

Dar mai t\u00e2rziu au aflat,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 doar trecerea \u00eei salva.<\/p>\n

\u015ei acum,<\/p>\n

\u015ei maine,<\/p>\n

\u015ei atunci<\/p>\n

\u015ei demult,<\/p>\n

\u015ei tot acolo,<\/p>\n

Izbite de ziduri..<\/p>\n

Stau re\u00eencarn\u0103rile mele…<\/p>\n

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Adda NEAG<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oradea, 11 septembrie 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

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