{"id":31307,"date":"2017-07-30T15:24:47","date_gmt":"2017-07-30T15:24:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31307"},"modified":"2017-07-30T15:24:47","modified_gmt":"2017-07-30T15:24:47","slug":"camelia-cristea-poeme-din-antologia-printre-randuri-printre-ganduri-printre-oameni%e2%80%a6%e2%80%9d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/07\/30\/camelia-cristea-poeme-din-antologia-printre-randuri-printre-ganduri-printre-oameni%e2%80%a6%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"Camelia Cristea: Poeme din Antologia ,,Printre r\u00e2nduri, printre g\u00e2nduri, printre oameni\u2026\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Poezia este ve\u0219m\u00e2ntul de s\u0103rb\u0103toare al sufletului meu. Sunt un om simplu, de profesie economist.<\/p>\n

Cu trecerea timpului am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 lucrurile valoroase sunt cele pe care le oferim cu iubire semenilor.<\/p>\n

M-am scris \u00een cele dou\u0103 volume de poezie publicate, \u201eFerestre Deschise\u201d, Editura Singur 2015 \u0219i \u201ePe aripi de Cuv\u00e2nt\u201d, Editura Singur 2016<\/p>\n

Am publicat \u00een diverse reviste religioase \u0219i literare \u0219i \u00een mod constant, \u00een revista electronic\u0103 \u201eConfluen\u021be Literare\u201d.<\/p>\n

Al\u0103turi de poe\u021bi consacra\u021bi sau la \u00eenceput de drum am publicat \u00een nenum\u0103rate antologii.<\/p>\n

Am ob\u021binut locul al II-lea la concursul de poezie religioas\u0103 \u201eCredo\u201d, edi\u0163ia a XV-a, L\u0103pu\u015fna 2015.<\/p>\n

Am \u00eensetat \u00een de\u0219ertul cotidian, dar am b\u0103ut din Apa Vie a Vie\u021bii! Hr\u0103nit\u0103 prin Cuv\u00e2nt am \u00eenviat prin r\u0103stignirea neputin\u021belor mele!<\/p>\n

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Iart\u0103-mi<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Iart\u0103-mi \u00eendr\u0103zneala de a cere iar,<\/p>\n

Clipe lini\u0219tite \u0219i pline cu har,<\/p>\n

Bucurii m\u0103runte s\u0103-mi colinde ceasul<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o rug\u0103ciune s\u0103-\u021ai aud \u0219i glasul.<\/p>\n

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Iart\u0103-mi \u00eendr\u0103zneala de a cere pace<\/p>\n

M-am \u00eenchis \u00een mine ca-ntr-o carapace,<\/p>\n

Viscole haine dau cu bici de iarn\u0103,<\/p>\n

Peste lumea toat\u0103 neaua vreau s\u0103 cearn\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Iart\u0103-mi \u00eendr\u0103zneala de a spune Da<\/p>\n

Vreau s\u0103 stau de veghe \u00een lumina Ta,<\/p>\n

Vremi de tulburare r\u0103ul \u00eel r\u0103scolesc<\/p>\n

Simplu \u0219i curat vreau s\u0103 mai tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n

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Iart\u0103-mi \u00eendr\u0103zneala de a te urma<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 Tine Doamne, ce e via\u021ba mea?<\/p>\n

Toate vin \u0219i pleac\u0103 chiar \u0219i cei mai dragi<\/p>\n

Te rog s\u0103 ne dai lini\u0219te \u0219i magi.<\/p>\n

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Iart\u0103-mi \u00eendr\u0103zneala de-a m\u0103 recompune<\/p>\n

Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u0103sesc doar \u00een lucruri bune<\/p>\n

S\u0103-\u021ai aduc ofrand\u0103 timpul meu r\u0103mas\u2026<\/p>\n

Scap\u0103-m\u0103 de vrei din acest impas!<\/p>\n

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Lacrima iubirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Lacrima iubirii o petrece timpul,<\/p>\n

Iarna asta sur\u0103-mi este anotimpul<\/p>\n

Ard mocnit \u00een mine doruri \u015fi t\u0103ceri,<\/p>\n

Dar vor cre\u015fte muguri iar \u00een prim\u0103veri!<\/p>\n

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Prin n\u0103me\u0163i \u015fi geruri trec ca o n\u0103luc\u0103<\/p>\n

M\u0103 apuc\u0103 seara, dorul crunt de duc\u0103,<\/p>\n

Cerul din ferestr\u0103, g\u00e2ndul \u00eel mai \u015ftie<\/p>\n

Uneori m\u0103 scriu \u00eentr-o poezie…<\/p>\n

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Sarea din cuvinte parc\u0103 e amar\u0103<\/p>\n

A \u00eenceput cur\u00e2nd timpul s\u0103 m\u0103 doar\u0103,<\/p>\n

Gerul a s\u0103pat r\u0103ni ad\u00e2nci \u00een mine<\/p>\n

M\u0103 rog s\u0103 le port doar cum se cuvine!<\/p>\n

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N\u0103dejdea c\u00e2rpit\u0103, toat\u0103 din buc\u0103\u0163i,<\/p>\n

O p\u0103zesc mai stra\u0219nic au venit \u015fi ho\u0163i,<\/p>\n

Candela-i aprins\u0103 torn \u015fi untdelemn,<\/p>\n

La iubire totu\u015fi, pe to\u0163i v\u0103 \u00eendemn!<\/p>\n

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Lacrima iubirii, flori de l\u0103cr\u0103mioare,<\/p>\n

Iarna sub z\u0103pezi, lutul r\u0103u m\u0103 doare…<\/p>\n

Dar \u00een prim\u0103var\u0103 muguri cresc pe ram,<\/p>\n

Bucuria asta, \u00eenc\u0103 o mai am\u2026<\/p>\n

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Un col\u0163i\u015for de rai<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen cupele albite, trei crini adun\u0103 mirul<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd cerul \u00ee\u015fi desface \u00een tain\u0103 patrafirul,<\/p>\n

Iar busuiocul verde se-aprinde la icoan\u0103<\/p>\n

Prin jertfa Ta suprem\u0103 se vindec\u0103 o ran\u0103!<\/p>\n

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Un orb prinde Lumin\u0103 \u00een inim\u0103 \u015fi pl\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

Pe cruce vede Cristul \u015fi lacrima-i de s\u00e2nge,<\/p>\n

O Maic\u0103 \u00eendurerat\u0103 jele\u015fte lumea toat\u0103<\/p>\n

Prin ruga ei aprins\u0103 am fost \u015fi eu salvat\u0103!<\/p>\n

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Izvoarele \u0163\u00e2\u015fnesc chiar \u015fi din piatr\u0103 seac\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u0103 potoleasc\u0103 setea \u015fi lumea cea posac\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ghe\u0163arii se topesc \u015fi se prefac \u00een p\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

Un bob a \u00eencol\u0163it \u00een lini\u015ftea din m\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

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Pescarii T\u0103i de Oameni arunc\u0103 iar n\u0103vodul,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd marea-i lini\u015ftit\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi d\u0103 ofrand\u0103 rodul<\/p>\n

\u00cen dou\u0103 se desface \u015fi \u00ee\u0163i s\u0103rut\u0103 pasul,<\/p>\n

Pioas\u0103-i \u015fi supus\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0163i aude glasul!<\/p>\n

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Furtunile ascult\u0103 c\u00e2nd porunce\u015fti s\u0103 tac\u0103,<\/p>\n

La talpa Crucii Tale chiar frun\u0163ile \u00ee\u015fi pleac\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00eenfloresc narcise, bujori \u015fi l\u0103cr\u0103mioare<\/p>\n

\u0162es un covor de flori s\u0103-\u0162i pun\u0103 la picioare…<\/p>\n

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\u00cen clopot \u015fi \u00een toac\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i auzim chemarea,<\/p>\n

Ne lep\u0103dam de griji, sfid\u0103m \u00eengrijorarea<\/p>\n

\u015ei ne \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103m \u00een haina Luminii ce ne-o dai<\/p>\n

Am prins \u00een suflet pace \u015fi-un col\u0163i\u015for de rai!<\/p>\n

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\u00cen\u0103l\u021barea<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Se \u00cenal\u021b\u0103 Hristos \u00een cerul deschis,<\/p>\n

Departe de zarv\u0103 \u0219i gloata nebun\u0103,<\/p>\n

Un \u00eenger vorbe\u0219te de raiul promis<\/p>\n

\u0218i are n\u0103dejdea \u00eenfipt\u0103 pe strun\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Altarul se-aprinde \u00een flac\u0103r\u0103 vie<\/p>\n

Lumini necreate lucesc \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it<\/p>\n

Cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt sunt \u00eempreun\u0103,<\/p>\n

Prin jertfa suprem\u0103 s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit!<\/p>\n

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Serafimi \u0219i \u00eengeri \u0219i-acoper\u0103 ochii,<\/p>\n

Lumina-i orbe\u0219te c\u00e2nd cerul e plin,<\/p>\n

C\u0103\u021buia se-aprinde \u00een inima popii<\/p>\n

\u0218i umple biserica toat\u0103 cu mir.<\/p>\n

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Mirenii din stran\u0103 ofteaz\u0103 u\u0219or<\/p>\n

E taina aceasta mult prea \u00eenalt\u0103,<\/p>\n

O inim\u0103 vie \u00een piept \u00eenc\u0103 salt\u0103<\/p>\n

Profund\u0103 tr\u0103ire ce n-am s-o m\u0103sor…<\/p>\n

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La o icoan\u0103 a pl\u00e2ns busuiocul,<\/p>\n

Aprins de Lumin\u0103 s-a \u00eenfiorat<\/p>\n

A\u0219teapt\u0103 de-o vreme s\u0103 vin\u0103 sorocul<\/p>\n

S\u0103 vad\u0103 norodul tot vindecat!<\/p>\n

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\u015eah…<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pe o tabl\u0103 plin\u0103, piesele se mut\u0103<\/p>\n

Nu vorbim acum, de a lor derut\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

Pionii \u00een alert\u0103 vor s\u0103 prind\u0103 tura,<\/p>\n

Nimic nu e sigur r\u00e2de chiar m\u0103sura.<\/p>\n

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Regina se bate iar\u0103\u015fi cu-n nebun,<\/p>\n

Furia e oarb\u0103, paiele-s \u00een drum.<\/p>\n

Morile de v\u00e2nt cresc \u015fi \u00een cuvinte<\/p>\n

Clipele sunt fade, jocul \u0103sta minte!<\/p>\n

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Unii vor remiza a venit momentul,<\/p>\n

\u00cen picioare str\u00e2mbe \u015fade argumentul,<\/p>\n

Tabla este plin\u0103, un pion clacheaz\u0103<\/p>\n

Jocul e \u00een toi, el parc\u0103 viseaz\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Piesele se mut\u0103 c-o m\u00e2na de sus<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi decorul, iernii parc\u0103 a r\u00e2s.<\/p>\n

Turele se schimb\u0103 una, c\u00e2te una,<\/p>\n

Regula e simpl\u0103 r\u00e2de iar minciuna!<\/p>\n

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Caii vor s\u0103 prind\u0103 regele s\u0103-i ia<\/p>\n

Sceptru \u015fi coroana dac\u0103 s-ar putea…<\/p>\n

Miza este mare, clipele de cear\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o zi senin\u0103, r\u0103ul o s\u0103 piar\u0103!<\/p>\n

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Bunicii<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Miroase a smirn\u0103 printre icoane<\/p>\n

Candela veche se-aprinde \u00een rai,<\/p>\n

Bunicul cite\u0219te \u00eenc\u0103 ceaslovul,<\/p>\n

Prin amintire, m\u00e2na s\u0103-mi dai!<\/p>\n

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Pe bra\u021be de nori o v\u0103d pe bunica,<\/p>\n

Cum toarce fuiorul acesta de dor,<\/p>\n

\u00cen lini\u0219tea pur\u0103 nu cere nimica,<\/p>\n

E col\u021bul t\u0103cerii a lumii din sori!<\/p>\n

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V\u0103d parc\u0103 via cu mustul din teasc<\/p>\n

\u0218i to\u021bi bostanii de prin gr\u0103din\u0103,<\/p>\n

La poart\u0103 de veghe e nucul b\u0103tr\u00e2n,<\/p>\n

O creang\u0103 uscat\u0103 se-apleac\u0103 \u00eentr-o r\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Alearg\u0103 nepo\u021bii spre poala de cer<\/p>\n

S\u0103-\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie barba tot mai c\u0103runt\u0103,<\/p>\n

Pe bra\u021be altare, de tainic mister,<\/p>\n

Psalmistul David \u00eenc\u0103 mai c\u00e2nt\u0103!<\/p>\n

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Miroase a smirn\u0103 printre icoane,<\/p>\n

Candela veche se-aprinde \u00een rai<\/p>\n

Bunicul cite\u0219te \u00eenc\u0103 ceaslovul…<\/p>\n

Un cer de pace \u0219i mie s\u0103-mi dai!<\/p>\n

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Un orb<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Alaiul acesta e parc\u0103 mai rar…<\/p>\n

Copacii \u00een floare g\u0103ti\u021bi ca de nunt\u0103,<\/p>\n

Albastrul privirii trimis chiar din rai<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd lini\u0219tea toat\u0103, de cer mai ascult\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Fecioare r\u0103mase de veghe prin schit<\/p>\n

Asteapt\u0103 un Mire, \u00een miezul de noapte,<\/p>\n

O candel\u0103 arde \u0219i miru-i sfin\u021bit<\/p>\n

Doar faptele bune-s ca roadele coapte.<\/p>\n

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Un clopot mai \u021bip\u0103 la noi uneori,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mreje de neguri ne \u00eenv\u0103luie parc\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i v\u00e2ntul acesta trecut de hotar,<\/p>\n

Ne zguduie aspru \u0219i ultima barc\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Un orb mai a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 cad\u0103 lumina,<\/p>\n

Pe ochiul ce noaptea \u00eel \u021bine ostatec<\/p>\n

\u0218i visul e negru \u0219i tot mai lunatec,<\/p>\n

Iar pl\u00e2nsul cernelei cam singuratic.<\/p>\n

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A\u0219teptarea se surp\u0103 \u00een zorii de zi,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd cerul f\u0103clie aprinde speran\u021ba<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n alb se \u00eenclin\u0103 iar\u0103\u0219i balan\u021ba,<\/p>\n

Pe trepte albastre st\u0103 cutezan\u021ba.<\/p>\n

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O <\/strong>p\u0103rere<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Trec descul\u021b\u0103 iar prin suflet<\/p>\n

Cu a Toamnei mele umblet<\/p>\n

\u0218i-adun frunzele de aur<\/p>\n

\u00cen cel mai discret tezaur!<\/p>\n

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Ploile de lacrimi albe<\/p>\n

Le a\u0219ez \u00een sfinte salbe<\/p>\n

\u0218i \u00eempodobesc cu ele<\/p>\n

Ceasurile care-s grele.<\/p>\n

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Viile ce-au fost \u00een rod<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u0103 parc\u0103 un prohod<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul le-a jertfit altarul<\/p>\n

Dar \u00eenvie iar la anul!<\/p>\n

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P\u0103p\u0103dia-\u0219i poart\u0103 straiul<\/p>\n

Unde-n toi este alaiul<\/p>\n

Pleac\u0103 Toamna-n alte z\u0103ri<\/p>\n

Las\u0103-n urm\u0103 resemn\u0103ri…<\/p>\n

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L\u0103cr\u0103mioarele din glastr\u0103<\/p>\n

Se tot uit\u0103 pe ferestr\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u0103 mai prind\u0103 c\u00e2te-o raz\u0103<\/p>\n

Prin senin cerul s\u0103-l vaz\u0103…<\/p>\n

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R\u00e2nduri de cocori trec zarea<\/p>\n

Aripi bat iar dep\u0103rtarea,<\/p>\n

Amintirile-\u021bi fac cas\u0103<\/p>\n

Unde vremea e frumoas\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Raze calde \u0219i dr\u0103gu\u021be<\/p>\n

S\u0103rut\u0103 discret m\u00e2nu\u021be<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103 un trandafir<\/p>\n

Se tot ceart\u0103 cu-n ciulin…<\/p>\n

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V\u00e2ntul parc\u0103-i la parad\u0103<\/p>\n

A ie\u0219it subit \u00een strad\u0103<\/p>\n

Sufl\u0103-n ceafa unui pom<\/p>\n

A crezut c\u0103 este-un Om…<\/p>\n

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Norii suri \u00eembrac\u0103 zarea<\/p>\n

\u0218i alung\u0103 resemnarea<\/p>\n

Hornul fumeg\u0103-n t\u0103cere<\/p>\n

Toamna parc\u0103-i o p\u0103rere…<\/p>\n

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Poem<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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S\u0103-mi mai r\u0103m\u00e2i o Var\u0103, poemul meu de suflet,<\/p>\n

Prin ar\u0219i\u021ba t\u0103cerii strecoar\u0103-\u021bi al t\u0103u umblet<\/p>\n

\u0218i d\u0103-mi s\u0103 beau din apa, Cuv\u00e2ntului de vrei<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u021bi dau \u00een schimb to\u021bi macii \u0219i-un soare pentru ei.<\/p>\n

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S\u0103-mi mai r\u0103m\u00e2i \u00een Toamn\u0103 c\u00e2nd via este-n rod,<\/p>\n

Iar frunza-\u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103 trist\u0103 a verdelui prohod,<\/p>\n

\u00cen parcul amintirii s\u0103-mi stai l\u00e2ng\u0103 un tei<\/p>\n

Prime\u0219ti \u00een schimb o perl\u0103 ce-a pl\u00e2ns-o ochii mei…<\/p>\n

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S\u0103-mi mai r\u0103m\u00e2i \u00een iarn\u0103 prin fulgii ce-or s\u0103 cad\u0103<\/p>\n

To\u021bi crinii \u00eenflori\u021bi vor iar\u0103\u0219i s\u0103 te vad\u0103<\/p>\n

Stelu\u021be s\u0103-mi pictezi pe geamuri \u0219i \u00een brazi,<\/p>\n

Eu simt cum printre r\u00e2nduri tu \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eemi mai arzi\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-n prim\u0103vara verde \u00een iarb\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eemi stai<\/p>\n

\u00cen sufletul deschis s-aduci balsam din rai<\/p>\n

Din curcubeu, culoare s\u0103-mi picuri \u00een Poem,<\/p>\n

De tot ce-i r\u0103u prin lume nicicum s\u0103 nu m\u0103 tem.<\/p>\n

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Camelia CRISTEA<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Din Antologia \u201dPrintre r\u00e2nduri, printre g\u00e2nduri, printre oameni\u2026\u201d, <\/strong>\u00a0T\u00e2rgovi\u015fte, Editura Singur, 2017, coordonator: Mioara Hususan)<\/p>\n

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