{"id":31330,"date":"2017-07-30T16:02:30","date_gmt":"2017-07-30T16:02:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31330"},"modified":"2017-07-30T16:03:17","modified_gmt":"2017-07-30T16:03:17","slug":"mioara-hususan-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\/mioara-hususan-poeme-din-antologia-printre-randuri-printre-ganduri-printre-oameni%e2%80%a6%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"Mioara Hususan: Poeme din Antologia ,,Printre r\u00e2nduri, printre g\u00e2nduri, printre oameni\u2026\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Iubirea este cea care ne define\u0219te \u00een toat\u0103 m\u0103re\u021bia noastr\u0103, nu felul \u00een care ar\u0103t\u0103m, nu realiz\u0103rile ori aspira\u021biile noastre, nici p\u0103rin\u021bii, nici statutul social, nici m\u0103car visele noastre.<\/p>\n

Toate astea sunt doar motiva\u021bii umane, combustibilul care ne \u021bine \u00een mi\u0219care.<\/p>\n

Dar, de fapt, suntem ceea ce iubim, iar \u00een final lu\u0103m forma iubirii noastre. Iubirea de oameni se simte\u2026 nu se vede.<\/p>\n

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Autobiografie<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen ani via\u021ba s-a scurs<\/p>\n

\u0218i printre lacrimi, iubirea a apus\u2026<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu am tragere spre viu,<\/p>\n

Sufletul s\u0103-l simt pustiu.<\/p>\n

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Lucrurile \u00eentors\u0103tur\u0103 iau,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd trec de supravie\u021buire<\/p>\n

\u0218i ajung \u00eencet la sim\u021bire\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00cen mine doi oameni se zbat,<\/p>\n

Unul puternic \u0219i cald, armonios<\/p>\n

Iar cel\u0103lalt timid, modest, sfios.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd singur \u0219i al nim\u0103nui e\u0219ti<\/p>\n

Ai vrea mereu s\u0103 d\u0103ruie\u0219ti,<\/p>\n

\u0218i darul vine ca \u0219i condi\u021bie,<\/p>\n

Timpul se transform\u0103-n evolu\u021bie.<\/p>\n

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Toate devin scop \u0219i \u021bel,<\/p>\n

Credin\u021ba apare altfel;<\/p>\n

\u00cen munc\u0103 \u0219i oameni te av\u00e2n\u021bi<\/p>\n

Fruntea \u00eencerci s\u0103 descrun\u021bi,<\/p>\n

Lacrimi ce curg pe obraz,<\/p>\n

Ajung m\u0103rg\u0103ritare de topaz.<\/p>\n

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Z\u00e2mbetul din suflet vine,<\/p>\n

Pacea mereu \u00eenspre tine.<\/p>\n

Restul este necondi\u021bionat<\/p>\n

\u00cen vers, bine men\u021bionat.<\/p>\n

Asta sunt, simt \u0219i tr\u0103iesc<\/p>\n

De minciuni, zilnic m\u0103 feresc\u2026<\/p>\n

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Vultur \u00een zbor<\/strong><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

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O stare vecin\u0103 cu dorul<\/p>\n

Cu clipa \u0219i g\u00e2ndul \u0219i zborul,<\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 tine poposesc<\/p>\n

\u0218i m\u0103 face s\u0103 z\u00e2mbesc.<\/p>\n

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Un vultur cu aripi deschise<\/p>\n

Planeaz\u0103 u\u0219or printre vise<\/p>\n

\u0218i smulge o pan\u0103 \u0219i-un g\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

Precum o floare alb\u0103 din p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen turnul de filde\u0219 a\u0219 vrea s\u0103-l \u00eenchid<\/p>\n

\u0218i starea \u0219i clipa de care depind,<\/p>\n

Efemere sunt toate zice soarele mereu,<\/p>\n

\u00cenclin s\u0103 cred c\u0103, nu este chiar greu\u2026<\/p>\n

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Privirea ager\u0103 \u0219i vultur \u00een zbor,<\/p>\n

Turnul de filde\u0219, g\u00e2ndul onor<\/p>\n

\u0218i floarea cea alb\u0103 pe cerul senin,<\/p>\n

O urm\u0103 de parfum aduce z\u00e2mbind<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Privind peste um\u0103r<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Te caut \u0219i apari printre r\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

Te strig \u0219i vii printre g\u00e2nduri.<\/p>\n

Totul e semn de \u00eentrebare,<\/p>\n

Multe r\u0103spunsuri c\u00e2nd dai c\u0103utare!<\/p>\n

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Zilele trec \u0219i nop\u021bile odat\u0103 cu ele,<\/p>\n

Iar visul urc\u0103\u2026 \u00eencet c\u0103tre stele.<\/p>\n

Nu \u00eencetez a m\u0103 \u00eentreba<\/p>\n

Ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba mea?<\/p>\n

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Tr\u0103iesc la cump\u0103na dintre zile<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbesc, iar bucuria str\u0103bate mile…<\/p>\n

Ce e versul \u0219i h\u00e2rtia?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd prin v\u00e2rf, curge tr\u0103irea?<\/p>\n

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Am dat m\u00e2na cu speran\u021ba<\/p>\n

\u0218i mi-a zis c\u0103 asta-i via\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Bune \u0219i rele vin mereu pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

Lacrimi curg chiar \u0219i \u00een g\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

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Uneori m\u0103 mir privind \u00een urm\u0103,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2te sunt, dar c\u00e2te se str\u00e2ng \u00een urn\u0103,<\/p>\n

Nu caut mistere s\u0103 dezleg<\/p>\n

Printre lucruri simple eu alerg.<\/p>\n

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Pe toate le \u00eendr\u0103gesc,<\/p>\n

Via\u021ba-n vers ele \u00eemplinesc.<\/p>\n

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Unde e\u0219ti tu oare?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Un petec de cer \u0219i un col\u021b de rai<\/p>\n

O melodie \u0219i un suflet de pai,<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o lume cu r\u0103utate \u0219i nimicnicii<\/p>\n

Ajungi la g\u00e2ndul c\u0103, doar ele-s ve\u0219nicii!<\/p>\n

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Cu g\u00e2ndul, tu, ia-m\u0103 \u0219i du-m\u0103 departe,<\/p>\n

Unde zarea se \u00eent\u00e2lne\u0219te cu marea,<\/p>\n

Unde cerul e albastru infinit<\/p>\n

Unde sufletul e plin \u0219i \u00eemplinit.<\/p>\n

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E greu s\u0103 vezi frumos,<\/p>\n

Unde lumea las\u0103 privirea \u00een jos.<\/p>\n

E greu s\u0103 vezi curat<\/p>\n

Unde lini\u0219tea ajunge un grav p\u0103cat!<\/p>\n

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Privind la verdele ce m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103<\/p>\n

La ro\u0219ii \u0219i galbeni trandafiri,<\/p>\n

La p\u0103s\u0103ri ce plutesc pe cer \u0219i zboar\u0103<\/p>\n

Mai este oare loc s\u0103 te miri?<\/p>\n

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Un g\u00e2nd pe h\u00e2rtie, astfel coboar\u0103<\/p>\n

Umple spa\u021biul \u0219i m\u0103soar\u0103<\/p>\n

Un vis cu tr\u0103ire \u0219i culoare,<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o zi de aleas\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

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G\u00e2ndesc, ascult \u0219i privesc,<\/p>\n

dorul \u00eencerc s\u0103-l ostoiesc<\/p>\n

\u0218i g\u00e2ndul zboar\u0103 pe acel petec de cer<\/p>\n

Mi-ajunge ziua \u0219i nimic nu mai cer!<\/p>\n

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Omenia \u00een clepsidr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Clepsidra curge \u00eentr-un mod ireversibil<\/p>\n

\u0218i toate prind un ritm incredibil,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd e\u0219ti diferit \u0219i ie\u0219i din anonimat<\/p>\n

Pe tarab\u0103, sufletul \u00eel ai la mezat.<\/p>\n

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\u00centr-o lume cu susul \u00een jos<\/p>\n

Ce \u00eencerci \u00ee\u021bi iese pe dos<\/p>\n

Lumea s\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 o \u00eempaci<\/p>\n

Eforturi s\u0103 dregi tot ce faci.<\/p>\n

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Locul \u00een via\u021b\u0103 pe o alee \u0219erpuit\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u0103 z\u00e2mbe\u0219ti cu fa\u021bad\u0103, e\u0219ti nevoit\u0103<\/p>\n

O cafea cu prieteni, dac\u0103 serve\u0219ti<\/p>\n

Starea pe loc o dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti.<\/p>\n

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Omenia \u00een van dispare<\/p>\n

Egoismul f\u0103r\u0103 regret apare<\/p>\n

S\u0103 lup\u021bi pentru tine devine curaj,<\/p>\n

Diverse achizi\u021bii le pui drept gaj.<\/p>\n

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Ai frunza galben\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218i visul mi-e galben ca ceara<\/p>\n

Iar p\u0103rul l-a\u0219 vrea negru ca smoala<\/p>\n

Dar p\u0103rul, la t\u00e2mple, albit e de timp<\/p>\n

\u0218i visul demult nu mai are ritm.<\/p>\n

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Vreau ore la zi s\u0103 aduc \u00een plus<\/p>\n

\u0218i clipe la noapte de-a\u0219 putea<\/p>\n

Doar Soarele precum un suflet adus<\/p>\n

Nu las\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021bepeneasc\u0103… unica stea.<\/p>\n

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Lin\u0103 e armonia<\/p>\n

E cald la tine \u00een suflet<\/p>\n

\u0218i locul cu drag l-am g\u0103sit<\/p>\n

Dar iau \u0219i las amanet<\/p>\n

Flori ce-n g\u00e2nduri au \u00eenflorit.<\/p>\n

Nu mi-e fric\u0103 s\u0103 desfac<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndul ce-l am \u00een cap<\/p>\n

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Sunt g\u00e2nduri ce vin a\u0219a din senin<\/p>\n

Pentru tine\u2026 om cu sufletul lin.<\/p>\n

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Clipa sacr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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O clip\u0103 ascuns\u0103 \u00eentr-un potir<\/p>\n

\u00cen zi de s\u0103rb\u0103toare<\/p>\n

E semnul tainic din str\u0103buni<\/p>\n

Ce aduce alinare.<\/p>\n

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Orice a\u0219 spune,<\/p>\n

T\u0103cerea ta verde<\/p>\n

Gesticuleaz\u0103 nev\u0103zut.<\/p>\n

Doar cer\u0219etorul ce a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00een prag<\/p>\n

Parc\u0103 te-ar \u00een\u021belege,<\/p>\n

Dar iv\u0103rul cade\u2026<\/p>\n

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Eu, \u00eencremenit\u0103 de tocul u\u0219ii<\/p>\n

Reu\u0219esc s\u0103-\u021bi v\u0103d<\/p>\n

sufletul albastru ca marea<\/p>\n

\u0218i g\u00e2ndul nesf\u00e2r\u0219it<\/p>\n

Ca \u0219i zarea.<\/p>\n

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Cu tine al\u0103turi<\/p>\n

Prin g\u00e2nduri r\u0103zle\u021be<\/p>\n

Lumina \u0219i lacrima,<\/p>\n

Clipa s\u0103 o \u021bese.<\/p>\n

P\u0103streaz-o ca ofrand\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cen tainicul potir<\/p>\n

Iubirii s\u0103-i fii far<\/p>\n

\u00een orice anotimp.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 doare<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103 doare c\u00e2nd \u00een jur p\u00e2nde\u0219te ura<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd nouri negri cad de-a valma peste ei<\/p>\n

M\u0103 doare soarta ce \u00eei d\u0103 de-a dura<\/p>\n

Prin colb de parc\u0103 ar fi ni\u0219te mi\u0219ei.<\/p>\n

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Doare \u0219i g\u00e2ndul \u0219i fapta<\/p>\n

Doare \u0219i lacrima prelins\u0103<\/p>\n

Doare \u0219i scurm\u0103 mereu,<\/p>\n

Doare \u0219i sufletul e greu.<\/p>\n

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\u0218i nimeni pe nimeni nu a \u00eentrebat<\/p>\n

Dar nici a r\u0103spunde nu ar \u0219ti<\/p>\n

\u00cen via\u021b\u0103 ce \u0219i-ar dori cu adev\u0103rat<\/p>\n

\u0218i amintirile ar p\u0103li<\/p>\n

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\u201eToate-s vechi \u0219i nou\u0103-s toate\u201d<\/p>\n

Cu furtuna nu se poate<\/p>\n

Nici cu ploaia, nici cu v\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n

Numai cum o vrea P\u0103m\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n

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Diminea\u021b\u0103 de august<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Prezent \u021bi-e z\u00e2mbetul \u0219i z\u00e2mbetul soare<\/p>\n

Cafea a\u0219tept\u00e2nd \u00een mun\u021bi pe r\u0103coare<\/p>\n

Cu cetina-n n\u0103ri \u0219i soarele dimine\u021bii<\/p>\n

Urc\u00e2nd pe creste \u00een voia vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen turla bisericii clopote bat<\/p>\n

Un coco\u0219 aiurea d\u0103 drumul la c\u00e2ntat<\/p>\n

\u0218i apa ce susur\u0103 \u00een jur cu onor<\/p>\n

E rustic dejunul al vacan\u021bei decor.<\/p>\n

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\u0218i seara coboar\u0103 u\u0219or printre flori<\/p>\n

Bra\u021bele urc\u0103, provoac\u0103 fiori,<\/p>\n

Emo\u021bia fireasc\u0103 cu noi se une\u0219te<\/p>\n

Tulburata de lini\u0219te vorbe\u0219te.<\/p>\n

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Sunt lucruri ce r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00eentre noi<\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103 pe alocuri am fost doi<\/p>\n

Am pornit \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 st\u00e2nd sfios pe un bra\u021b,<\/p>\n

Iar acum zicem \u00eempreun\u0103: \u201eoare a meritat?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Mioara HUSUSAN<\/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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Iubirea este cea care ne define\u0219te \u00een toat\u0103 m\u0103re\u021bia noastr\u0103, nu felul \u00een care ar\u0103t\u0103m, nu realiz\u0103rile ori aspira\u021biile noastre, [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31330","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31330","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31330"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31330\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31335,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31330\/revisions\/31335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31330"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31330"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31330"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}