{"id":29739,"date":"2017-04-25T15:21:55","date_gmt":"2017-04-25T15:21:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=29739"},"modified":"2017-04-25T19:54:15","modified_gmt":"2017-04-25T19:54:15","slug":"vasilica-grigoras-anna-nora-rotaru-papadimitriou-in-peregrinare-sufleteasca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/04\/25\/vasilica-grigoras-anna-nora-rotaru-papadimitriou-in-peregrinare-sufleteasca\/","title":{"rendered":"Vasilica Grigora\u0219: Anna Nora Rotaru-Papadimitriou \u00een peregrinare sufleteasc\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

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La \u00eenceputul anului 2017, \u00a0Nora Rotaru \u00ee\u015fi completeaz\u0103 lista apari\u0163iilor editoriale cu \u00eenc\u0103 dou\u0103 volume: Apostol f\u0103r\u0103 nume<\/strong> \u015fi La grani\u0163a-ntre vise, <\/strong>publicate la Editura Singur, T\u00e2rgovi\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Ca \u015fi la rug\u0103ciune, scriind poezie cobor\u00e2m \u015fi c\u0103ut\u0103m \u00een noi pe Dumnezeu \u015fi pe noi \u00een\u015fine. \u015ei, cum Dumnezeu nu poate fi descoperit cu mintea, tot la fel \u015fi poezia, nu poate fi scris\u0103 \u015fi \u00een\u0163eleas\u0103 doar cu mintea. Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 g\u00e2nduri, idei \u015fi imagini este nevoie de sim\u0163ire, de tr\u0103ire, de suflet deschis. Cine scrie poezie se simte fericit, m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat de Dumnezeu, \u00ee\u015fi simte \u00eentreaga fiin\u0163\u0103 luminat\u0103 de har \u015fi simte nevoia s\u0103\u00a0 d\u0103ruiasc\u0103 din aceast\u0103 binecuv\u00e2ntare semenilor, prin cuvinte: \u201eCe-mi ceri, tu, Doamne, sufletul am s\u0103-l predau, \/ Cuvioas\u0103, c-aicea pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at destule\u2026 \/ Din via\u0163a ce mi-ai d\u0103ruit, am luat \u015fi pot s\u0103 dau \/ \u015ei la-al\u0163ii, c\u0103 bra\u0163ele-mi sunt pline \u015fi s\u0103tule!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Volumul Apostol f\u0103r\u0103 nume \u00a0<\/strong>reprezint\u0103 c\u0103utarea de sine a Norei Rotaru. Este un ritual, care se desf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 dincolo de minte \u015fi are ca scop g\u0103sirea lini\u015ftii, \u00eemp\u0103carea cu sine \u015fi cu lumea. \u00cen concep\u0163ia autoarei, a scrie poezie este un proces de eliberare de angoase, de b\u0103nuieli, de frici, de ne\u00een\u0163elegeri, o posibilitate de cur\u0103\u0163ire \u015fi de purificare, \u00eens\u0103, \u00een acela\u015fi timp \u015fi o modalitate de a construi\u00a0 p\u00e2rghii c\u0103tre libertate \u015fi \u00eemplinire. Poetul este o pas\u0103re care nu uit\u0103 c\u0103 are aripi, care nu-\u015fi uit\u0103 trilurile \u015fi ceea ce este \u015fi mai important, pas\u0103rea crede \u00een menirea ei. \u00centr-o joac\u0103 de copil ghidu\u015f, Nora \u00ee\u015fi strig\u0103 Dorul c\u0103l\u0103tor <\/strong>(p. 122) \u201e\u015ei-a\u015fa-nv\u00e2rtindu-m\u0103, liber s\u00e2ngele-mi pulseze, \/ Pe-aceea\u015fi rezonan\u0163\u0103, totuna cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul! \/ Coard\u0103 s\u0103-mi fac din trup, prin oscila\u0163ii s\u0103 vibreze, \/ Din dimine\u0163i-necate-n rou\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103-n ad\u00e2nci amieze, \/ S\u0103-mi fure \u015fi-apoi s\u0103-mi dea, min\u0163ile \u015fi c\u00e2ntul\u201d!<\/em><\/p>\n

Pentru Nora Rotaru, a scrie poezie \u00eenseamn\u0103 a \u00eentreprinde o c\u0103l\u0103torie, \u00een timp \u015fi spa\u0163iu, timp \u00een care putem \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a lucruri noi, interesante \u015fi binef\u0103c\u0103toare, putem reac\u0163iona adecvat unor situa\u0163ii, putem iubi, ierta\u00a0 \u015fi d\u0103rui mai mult. Aceast\u0103 carte poate fi un tovar\u0103\u015f de n\u0103dejde pentru orice cititor \u00eentr-o asemenea drume\u0163ie \u00een varii universuri; putem deschide\u00a0 por\u0163i spre lumea terestr\u0103 (natur\u0103 \u015fi oameni),\u00a0 spre cea astral\u0103, dar \u015fi spre lumea tainic\u0103, divin\u0103. Cu siguran\u0163\u0103, prin poezie autorul deschide lac\u0103tele unor u\u015fi spre sufletul cititorilor \u015fi construie\u015fte pun\u0163i de la inim\u0103 la inim\u0103, ating\u00e2nd cele mai sensibile corzi. Dac\u0103 \u00een vremea M\u00e2ntuitorului, pescarii au devenit \u201epescari de oameni\u201d, \u00een viziunea autoarei, apostolii de azi sunt poe\u0163ii; \u015fi dac\u0103 la \u00eenceput a fost cuv\u00e2ntul, \u015fi ast\u0103zi cuv\u00e2ntul spus cu iubire ajunge la suflet.<\/p>\n

Poate, uneori, a scrie poezie pare a fi o simpl\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mplare, \u00eens\u0103 \u015fi \u00een aceste condi\u0163ii, cred c\u0103 este o chemare tainic\u0103, de undeva de mai sus de noi, care ne aprinde flac\u0103ra dorin\u0163ei de a scrie \u015fi \u00eentre\u0163ine lic\u0103rul cuv\u00e2ntului,\u00a0 g\u00e2ndim \u00een alt mod, vedem cu al\u0163i ochi, auzim cu alte urechi.<\/p>\n

Bine ancorat\u0103 \u00een realit\u0103\u0163ile lumii de azi, prin poezie, autoarea m\u0103rturise\u015fte \u00cemi luai lumea \u00een cap<\/strong> (p. 87) \u015fi \u00a0<\/strong>c\u0103l\u0103tore\u015fte pe t\u0103r\u00e2muri noi, necunoscute : \u201eM\u0103 g\u0103sesc pe alt t\u0103r\u00e2m, \/ Pe o alt-a lumii coast\u0103\u2026 \/ N-are case, caldar\u00e2m, \/ Ci doar un b\u0103tr\u00e2n salc\u00e2m\u2026 \/ Singurei suntem pe creast\u0103!\u201d \u201eC\u0103ut\u0103m Steaua Polar\u0103\u2026 \/ Cunosc\u00e2nd c\u0103 vremea trece, \/ \u00cemi las sufletul s\u0103 plece\u2026 \/ Lumea asta-i prea barbar\u0103!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Cu mintea treaz\u0103, cu zbateri intime, continu\u0103 periplu prin lumea r\u0103scolit\u0103 de \u00eenfinite \u00eencerc\u0103ri \u015fi, \u00a0dezam\u0103git\u0103 de tot \u015fi de toate constat\u0103 c\u0103 \u2026\u015ei \u00eengerii-au c\u0103zut din cer <\/strong>(p. 90): \u201e\u015ei chiar, cum s-auzi, \u00een lumea asta destr\u0103mat\u0103\u2026 \/ Se-mpr\u0103\u015ftie cuvintele \u00een ploi pe caldar\u00e2m\u2026 m\u0103 tem \/ C\u0103 \u015fi \u00cengerii au c\u0103zut din cer cu ploaia \u00eenspumat\u0103, \/ Din lumea lor, f\u0103r\u0103 prihan\u0103, ce poate-i sf\u0103r\u00e2mat\u0103, \/ De-o M\u00e2n\u0103 mai presus de Ei, ca-ntr-un blestem!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Asemenea apostolilor pleca\u0163i \u00een lume s\u0103 propov\u0103duiasc\u0103 cuv\u00e2ntul Domnului, Nora Rotaru, prin vers, face Pa\u015fi spre eternitate<\/strong> (p. 94) descoperind o lume plin\u0103 de suferin\u0163\u0103, nevoi, necazuri, neputin\u0163e, am\u0103r\u0103ciuni, agonie, semnal\u00e2nd nevoia de credin\u0163\u0103, de rug\u0103ciune, de lumin\u0103.\u00a0 Cu modestie, tot ceea ce \u00ee\u015fi dore\u015fte este Un loc pentru mine <\/strong>\u201eC\u0103\u2026 n-am c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i \u015fi nici altar\u2026 \/ De unde vin \u015fi-unde m-oi duce? \/ C\u0103 nop\u0163i de fug \u015fi zori r\u0103sar, \/ Cu sacu-n spate, iar hoinar, \/ Pa\u015fii nu-mi \u015ftiu-ncotro s-apuce!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen ansamblu, cartea Apostol f\u0103r\u0103 nume <\/strong>este o carte trist\u0103, care dezv\u0103luie tr\u0103irile autoarei \u00eentr-o lume nebun\u0103, numai bun\u0103 de legat, o adev\u0103rat\u0103 jungl\u0103,\u00a0 \u00een care oamenii r\u0103t\u0103cesc precum ni\u015fte n\u0103luci prin locuri \u00eentunecate \u015fi \u00eentinate.\u00a0 Omul, asemenea celui de z\u0103pad\u0103, este rece, \u00een\u0163epenit de gerul l\u0103untric care-i intr\u0103-n oase, trist \u015fi singuratic \u201e\u015ei ninge\u2026 ninge enervant\u2026 tulbur\u0103tor\u2026 \/ Cu viscol \u015fuier\u00e2nd, n\u0103me\u0163i m\u0103 doboar\u0103\u2026 \/ Z\u0103pad\u0103-n suflet, \u00een g\u00e2nduri \u015fi \u00een dor\u2026 \/ Un trist Om de Z\u0103pad\u0103, agoniind s\u0103 mor!\u201d Om de z\u0103pad\u0103<\/strong><\/em> (p. 112)<\/p>\n

Volumul ne prezint\u0103 dou\u0103 imagini ale omenirii la o distan\u0163\u0103 de peste dou\u0103 mii de ani, \u00eentre care g\u0103sim asem\u0103n\u0103ri izbitoare \u015fi dureroase. Poetul ne prezint\u0103 omenirea de azi care nu se deosebe\u015fte de lumea \u00een care a fost r\u0103stignit Iisus, cu farisei \u015fi tr\u0103d\u0103tori, cu la\u015fi \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 suflet, cu p\u0103c\u0103to\u015fi care arat\u0103 cu degetul \u015fi chiar arunc\u0103 cu pietre \u00een cel f\u0103r\u0103 de vin\u0103. Parcurg\u00e2nd cartea, de la un cap\u0103t la altul, a\u015f putea spune c\u0103 imaginea lumii de ast\u0103zi \u00een viziunea autoarei poate fi conturat\u0103 lapidar astfel \u2013 \u00eenot\u0103m \u00een oceanul lumii de\u015farte.<\/p>\n

Prin firea sa uman\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi \u00eeng\u0103duie s\u0103 oscileze, nu \u00een credin\u0163\u0103, ci \u00een felul de a vedea ie\u015firea din necredin\u0163\u0103. \u00cen atare situa\u0163ie, consider\u0103 c\u0103 este o utopie s\u0103 mai avem vreo speran\u0163\u0103, iar singura cale de a fi ferici\u0163i este lumea de apoi pentru c\u0103, acolo \u201eNu semnezi foi, nu te-a\u015fteapt\u0103 nevoi, \/ Nu te sim\u0163i prigonit, de ochi urm\u0103rit, \/ Nu te sperie strigoi, nu-s la p\u00e2nd\u0103 ciocoi, \/ Nu te sim\u0163i istovit, ci-n pace lini\u015ftit\u2026\u201d <\/em>(Joc de g\u00e2nduri printre r\u00e2nduri,<\/em><\/strong> p 167). Omul contemporan\u00a0 poate avea \u015fi crede \u00eentr-un singur posibil Vis de libertate<\/strong> (p. 118)\u00a0 \u201eC\u00e2nd vremea o s\u0103 vin\u0103, \/ Pragul s\u0103-l p\u0103\u015fe\u015fti, \/ Lumina cea divin\u0103, \/ Te-ndeamn\u0103 s-o-nso\u0163e\u015fti. \/ U\u015for o s\u0103 te-nal\u0163i \/ \u015ei vei zbura-n etere, \/ Cu al\u0163ii o s\u0103-mpar\u0163i, \/ F\u0103g\u0103duitele mistere. \/ Dureri \u015fi suferin\u0163\u0103, \/ Pe veci r\u0103m\u00e2n uitate, \/ Av\u00e2nd doar ca dorin\u0163\u0103, \/ Un vis de libertate!\u201d\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Plin\u0103 de \u00een\u0163elepciune, prin forma\u0163ie \u015fi educa\u0163ie, autoarea \u00een\u0163elege c\u0103 fiecare are destinul lui \u015fi, important este s\u0103 descoperim cheia acestuia (Cheia destinului, <\/strong>p. 140), ceea ce ea a reu\u015fit: \u201eCa s\u0103-mi respect legile p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 pier\u2026 \/ C\u0103-mi voi tr\u0103i clipele lupt\u00e2nd cu vlag\u0103\u2026 \/ Cheia Destinului o voi purta ca giuvaier, \/ Fapte, tr\u0103iri, toate le-oi pune \u00een desag\u0103!\u201d <\/em>Numai astfel\u00a0 \u00ee\u015fi va putea construi Un naos pentru mine<\/strong> (p. 228) \u201eS\u0103 m\u0103 adun din firimiturile-mpr\u0103\u015ftiate-n haos, \/ De lan\u0163 s\u0103 m\u0103 dezleg, fulg s\u0103 fiu de nea zburdalnic\u2026\u00a0 \/ Din trupul meu s\u0103 \u00eemi ridic spre nori, sfin\u0163it naos, \/ Acolo s\u0103 m\u0103-nchin sufletului meu, cel reg\u0103sit \u015fi darnic!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Sporadic, dar de bun augur, \u00een volum reg\u0103sim \u015fi poeme optimiste \u00een care str\u0103lucesc f\u0103r\u00e2me de speran\u0163\u0103, raze fierbin\u0163i de doriri de bine, sunete armonice de convie\u0163uire, picuri de ap\u0103 vie. Amintesc Treptele vie\u0163ii<\/strong> (p. 44) \u201eClipe doar de fericire, \/ Mult, pu\u0163ine-a\u015fa cum sunt, \/ S\u0103 n-a\u015ftept \u00een lincezire..\/ S\u0103 urc treptele c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd!\u201d<\/em> pentru c\u0103 \u00cenchisoarea e \u00een noi<\/strong>, Unde e umbr\u0103, e \u015fi lumin\u0103<\/strong>, Speran\u0163ele nu mor<\/strong>, Mai p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie o lumin\u0103 <\/strong>\u015fi, uneori Plou\u0103 cu lumin\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

De admirat \u015fi faptul c\u0103 autoarea nu-\u015fi uit\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cinile, meleagurile natale unde \u015fi-a petrecut copil\u0103ria, adolescen\u0163a \u015fi unde s-a format ca om. Dup\u0103 propria-i m\u0103rturisire, \u00een Vaslui \u201eam \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at primele litere ale alfabetului, acolo am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at ce-i frumosul \u015fi-am \u00eencercat s\u0103-l slujesc cu pasiune de-atunci \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 azi!\u201d<\/em> A\u015f ad\u0103uga \u015fi faptul c\u0103 Nora a cunoscut \u015fi asimilat aici\u00a0 omenia \u015fi altruismul. Prietenilor le ofer\u0103 daruri de suflet,\u00a0 c\u0103r\u0163ile sale. Pentru a ajunge la c\u00e2t mai mul\u0163i cititori, a ales s\u0103 doneze c\u0103r\u0163ile sale Bibliotecii Jude\u0163ene \u201eNicolae Milescu Sp\u0103taru\u201d \u015fi Bibliotecii Colegiului Economic \u201dAnghel Rugin\u0103\u201d din Vaslui.<\/p>\n

Autoarea volumului simte \u015fi o nevoie acut\u0103 de senin, de limpezime prin cuvinte. Spirit mereu viu, colind\u0103 prin amintiri \u015fi prospecteaz\u0103 poteci, uneori neb\u0103nuite pe care presar\u0103 boboci de vise. Un Apostol f\u0103r\u0103 nume<\/strong> este \u00eensu\u015fi autorul volumului, binecuv\u00e2ntat cu har, iubire, r\u0103bdare, care, cu sinceritate ne dezv\u0103luie o lume a\u015fa cum o vede \u015fi o simte, cu dorin\u0163a fierbinte de a schimba ceva. Este o carte bine a\u015fezat\u0103 \u00een form\u0103, atent \u015fi profund alc\u0103tuit\u0103 \u00een fond. Prin ansamblul coerent al operei sale, subtilitatea \u015fi robuste\u0163ea versului, Nora Rotaru intr\u0103 \u00een mod inevitabil \u00een panoplia liricii rom\u00e2ne\u015fti \u015fi face pa\u015fi importan\u0163i spre eternitate.<\/p>\n

Coperta este o realizare de excep\u0163ie, extrem de sugestiv\u0103, vine s\u0103 completeze con\u0163inutul de idei \u015fi mesajul versurilor. \u00cen \u00eentunericul vremurilor, lumina vine de la apostolii timpului; s\u0103-i iubim \u015fi s\u0103 urm\u0103m calea lor!<\/p>\n

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Vasilica Grigora\u015f\"\"<\/a> <\/strong><\/p>\n

25 aprilie 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n

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