{"id":31352,"date":"2017-07-30T16:38:13","date_gmt":"2017-07-30T16:38:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31352"},"modified":"2017-07-30T16:38:13","modified_gmt":"2017-07-30T16:38:13","slug":"nina-tarchila-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\/nina-tarchila-poeme-din-antologia-printre-randuri-printre-ganduri-printre-oameni%e2%80%a6%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"Nina T\u0103rchil\u0103: Poeme din Antologia ,,Printre r\u00e2nduri, printre g\u00e2nduri, printre oameni\u2026\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nu \u0219tiu \u015fi nu vreau s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103 c\u00e2\u015ftig oricum. Chiar aleg uneori s\u0103 pierd frumos dec\u00e2t s\u0103 c\u00e2\u015ftig \u00een orice mod, pentru c\u0103 lini\u015ftea din l\u0103untrul meu \u0163ine de bucuria de-a m\u0103 reg\u0103si mereu pe mine \u00eens\u0103mi, \u00een fericire \u015fi-n triste\u0163e deopotriv\u0103. \u00cemi tr\u0103iesc st\u0103rile emo\u0163ionale p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t conform legilor inimii mele \u015fi \u015ftiu c\u0103 orice-ar fi, cu mine va trebui s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. De asta nu-mi negociez pacea con\u015ftiin\u021bei niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Ar trebui…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

ar trebui s\u0103 fugim \u00eentr-o zi departe, departe…<\/p>\n

dincolo de noroaiele astea care miros a moarte,<\/p>\n

dincolo de singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ile lui “eu” \u015fi “tu”,<\/p>\n

dincolo de \u00eendoielile ve\u015ftede dintre da \u015fi nu.<\/p>\n

ar trebui s\u0103 schimb\u0103m pe p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare<\/p>\n

fiecare clip\u0103 risipit\u0103, secat\u0103 de soare,<\/p>\n

iar fiecare \u0163ip\u0103t de iubire fl\u0103m\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

ar trebui s\u0103 ni-l facem etern jur\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\napoi s\u0103 invent\u0103m o limb\u0103 \u00een care s\u0103 ne-auzim
\n\u015fi-o b\u0103taie cald\u0103 de inim\u0103 cu care s\u0103 ne-nvelim.
\ns\u0103 te ascunzi \u00een mine, \u00een tine s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund,
\ns\u0103 ne iubim cu toate atingerile, curat \u0219i profund,
\ns\u0103 ne iubim cu toate cuvintele noastre de s\u0103rb\u0103toare,
\ncu sufletele \u00eencremenite \u00een destine solare.
\nm\u00e2na mea – jum\u0103tate, m\u00e2na ta – jum\u0103tate –
\n\u00eentr-un \u00eentreg s\u0103 le str\u00e2ngem \u0219i s\u0103 fugim departe, departe.<\/p>\n

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Melancolii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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e toamn\u0103 iar, prea draga mea iubire!
\ncopacii-\u015fi trag pe ochi v\u0103luri de ploi
\n\u015fi-n sc\u00e2nteierea verii care pleac\u0103
\nmelancolia clipei curge-n noi.
\nnu vreau r\u0103spuns la nici-o \u00eentrebare –
\ndoar g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u s\u0103-mi sprijine lumina,
\ns\u0103 nu se z\u0103vorasc\u0103-n carnea-mi toamna
\ncare-a culcat sub nori toat\u0103 gr\u0103dina.
\nrespir\u0103-m\u0103 \u00een veghea vie\u0163ii tale,
\nmiracolul c\u0103-mi e\u015fti s\u0103-mi fie scut
\nc\u00e2nd sf\u00e2\u015fierea de lin\u0163oliu-a toamnei
\naduce-n mine lacrimi din trecut.
\n\u00een g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103-m\u0103-ndelung
\n\u015fi-n ochiul drept \u015ftan\u0163eaz\u0103-o amintire
\niar \u00een cel st\u00e2ng a\u015feaz\u0103-mi-te tu
\nc\u00e2nd bat din pleoape, s\u0103 \u00eemi fii uimire.<\/p>\n

\u0163ine-m\u0103 str\u00e2ns – e mult de c\u00e2nd te-a\u015ftept!
\ndezmiard\u0103 toamna care-mi curge-n piept…<\/p>\n

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\u00centr-o zi…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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nu \u015ftiu bine – cred c\u0103 tot am s\u0103 plec \u00eentr-o zi.
\nam s\u0103 ies z\u00e2mbind ca \u015fi azi, nu te teme!
\nn-am s\u0103 te las s\u0103 sim\u0163i c\u0103 s-a f\u0103cut \u00eentuneric
\npentru c\u0103 vreau s\u0103-\u0163i r\u0103m\u00e2n senin\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd peste vreme.
\nam s\u0103 plec cu cocorii mei de nelini\u015fti
\n\u00eentr-o dement\u0103 uitare a clipei c\u0103-mi e\u015fti,
\npentru c\u0103 n-ai oprit ceasul fream\u0103tului de fluturi,
\npentru c-ai l\u0103sat s\u0103 coboare noaptea-n pove\u015fti.
\nm\u0103 va cutremura c\u00e2teodat\u0103 g\u00e2ndul: de-ar veni, cum ar fi?
\n\u015fi-o s\u0103 cobor \u00eentr-o r\u0103suflare pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd.
\nlacrimi aspre-mi vor d\u0103ltui \u015fi cuvintele
\ncare vor contura umbra ta risipit\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2nt.
\nduminicile-mi vor pl\u00e2nge \u015fi ele-n ferestre
\n\u00een zadar, \u00een absurd, f\u0103r\u0103 leac.
\nun timp \u00eemi voi aduce \u00eentruna aminte
\ncum am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at s\u0103 miros a nesomn \u015fi s\u0103 tac
\n\u015fi cum din t\u0103ceri s-au ridicat ziduri
\ndup\u0103 care nu te-am mai putut reg\u0103si.
\nmi-e fric\u0103 s\u0103-mi mai \u00eempodobesc singur\u0103tatea cu tine!
\nnu \u015ftiu bine – cred c\u0103 tot am s\u0103 plec \u00eentr-o zi…<\/p>\n

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Spectral<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

diminea\u0163a se \u00eencovoia anevoios peste noi \u0219i t\u0103ceam.
\nlumina se chircise \u0219i ea neputincioas\u0103 \u00een geam
\n\u015fi-a\u015ftepta doar s\u0103-i deschidem c\u00e2t s\u0103 ne cuprind\u0103.
\nun g\u00e2nd trist se ag\u0103\u0163ase-ntr-o grind\u0103
\n\u015fi-n dezmeticeala asta de clip\u0103 aiuritoare
\npriveam indiferent\u0103 la el cum striga c\u0103 \u00eel doare.
\nuneori str\u0103fulgerau f\u00e2\u0219ii lungi de culori \u00eentre priviri
\nca o scrisoare despletit\u0103-n silabe despre pierdute iubiri.
\nne consumasem toate cuvintele nesf\u00e2r\u015fite –
\nera at\u00e2t de frig \u015fi \u00eengrozitor de t\u00e2rziu, iubite!!
\nclipele de nisip ne strepezeau din\u0163ii \u00een curgerea lor
\ndesen\u00e2nd sub ochii no\u015ftri conturul unui zbor
\nofilit, am\u0103gitor, \u00eend\u00e2rjit \u015fi n\u0103t\u00e2ng…
\nvezi tu… toate astea m\u0103 f\u0103ceau at\u00e2t de tare s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng
\n\u015fi f\u0103ceau s\u0103 urle at\u00e2ta triste\u0163e \u00een mine!<\/p>\n

tu, astup\u00e2ndu-\u0163i urechile, \u00eemi spuneai c\u0103 e bine…<\/p>\n

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Clipa asta…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

clipa asta e-a\u015fa de limpede
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t plutesc vele solare \u00een apele ochilor t\u0103i.
\ntimpul se desplete\u015fte tandru
\np\u00e2lp\u00e2ind dup\u0103-ale inimii tale nestemate b\u0103t\u0103i.
\nmacii, lunec\u00e2nd anapoda pe c\u00e2mp
\nsmulg orice urm\u0103 incolor\u0103 de pe sufletul meu
\n\u015fi-n secunda asta de nebuneasc\u0103 be\u0163ie
\nmi se leag\u0103n\u0103-n s\u00e2nge bucuria de tine, mereu.
\nclipa asta e-a\u015fa de limpede
\nca un dar dumnezeiesc de-mplinire.
\np\u0103lesc toate icoanele lumii
\nc\u00e2nd ne-mbr\u0103c\u0103m cu lumina din aceea\u015fi iubire.
\nclipa asta, pastel cu moliciuni de inim\u0103,
\nm\u00e2ng\u00e2ie nes\u0103\u0163ioasele z\u00e2mbete dintre noi
\n\u015fi ne \u00eenv\u0103luie ca o mireasm\u0103
\nmistuindu-ne, reinvent\u00e2ndu-ne pe-am\u00e2ndoi.<\/p>\n

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R\u0103t\u0103cire<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

sunt tot mai departe de tine, de mine,
\ndespletit\u0103-n suspinul nestinsului dor,
\npierdut\u0103-n t\u0103ceri care-mi leag\u0103n\u0103 noaptea,
\nrisipit\u0103-n acela\u015fi nesomn c\u0103l\u0103tor.
\n\u00eemi lunec\u0103-n s\u00e2nge duminici uitate –
\nun timp o s\u0103-mi ning\u0103 cu tine-n t\u0103ceri
\ncufund\u00e2ndu-m\u0103-n lumina aceea \u00eenalt\u0103
\nsub care-mi troieneam eternit\u0103\u0163ile ieri.
\napoi silabele se vor t\u00e2r\u00ee r\u00e2nduindu-se-n ziduri
\ndincolo de care va fi t\u00e2rziu \u015fi absurd.
\nmi-am pierdut inima printre cuvinte nespuse
\n\u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 ea habar n-am cine sunt.
\ncotrob\u0103ie tu printr-un c\u00e2ntec de greieri
\nsau poate prin dorul \u0103sta pl\u0103p\u00e2nd dintre noi,
\ncaut\u0103-n pieptul t\u0103u, poate bate acolo –
\n\u015fi dac-o g\u0103se\u015fti, te rog, d\u0103-mi-o-napoi!<\/p>\n

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c\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de ea n-am habar cine sunt
\n\u015fi timpul mi-e t\u00e2rziu, inutil \u015fi absurd.<\/p>\n

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Nesf\u00e2r\u015firea luminii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

d\u0103-mi mie triste\u0163ile tale r\u0103scolitoare!
\ntriste\u0163ile acelea pe care le-aud
\ns\u0103p\u00e2ndu-\u0163i \u00een suflet,
\n\u00eennopt\u00e2ndu-\u0163i z\u00e2mbetele, sf\u00e2\u015fiindu-le,
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 doar ni\u015fte d\u00e2re amare.
\nlas\u0103-mi \u00een prag \u015fi t\u0103cerile tale de piatr\u0103!
\nacelea din care se nasc umbre
\nhr\u0103nite din dezn\u0103dejdea luminii,
\nt\u0103ceri puls\u00e2nd \u00een r\u0103ni anonime
\nde care nu te-ai vindecat niciodat\u0103.
\n\u015fi-apoi am s\u0103 s\u0103desc c\u00e2te-o floare
\n\u00een toate locurile din tine r\u0103mase goale
\n\u015fi-am s\u0103 fac at\u00e2ta risip\u0103 de soare!
\no s\u0103-\u021bi veghez lini\u0219tile cu nelini\u015ftile mele
\niar cu z\u00e2mbete \u0219i fo\u0219netul m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierilor
\no s\u0103-\u0163i tatuez ad\u00e2nc iubirea pe piele
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 ne miroas\u0103 a senin \u0219i a bine.
\nlas\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 te repl\u0103m\u0103desc
\ndin nesf\u00e2r\u015firea luminii…
\nprime\u015fte-m\u0103-n tine!<\/p>\n

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Z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u e-o c\u0103rare cu flori
\nc\u0103tre nesomnul nop\u021bilor mele.
\nam \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103-l simt f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l privesc
\na\u0219a cum \u0219tie cerul despre stele,
\na\u0219a cum \u0219tie marea despre valuri
\n\u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul despre flori f\u0103r\u0103 nume.
\ne ca ecoul s\u0103rind peste pr\u0103p\u0103stiile lumii,
\nca valurile lovindu-se de \u021b\u0103rmuri \u00een spume.
\nz\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u e-o c\u0103rare cu flori
\nc\u0103tre mine \u00eens\u0103mi… e-o hart\u0103
\nc\u0103tre vuietul nisipului din clepsidr\u0103
\nce-mi pune-o pecete de lut peste soart\u0103.
\ne ca un r\u00e2u lustruind veghea pietrelor,
\niarb\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103rind cu ochii plini de lumin\u0103,
\nzbatere de aripi \u00eensetate de cer,
\nzborul fluturilor peste-o gr\u0103din\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0219i eu m-ad\u0103postesc \u00een el ca-ntr-un altar
\nalunec\u00e2nd \u00een sc\u00e2nteierea de lumin\u0103 iar \u0219i iar…<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2ntec viscolit<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

eu \u00ee\u0163i sunt aproape, tu \u00eemi e\u015fti departe,
\nviscolim prin ziu\u0103 mirosind a noapte,
\nviscolim prin geruri mirosind a cr\u00e2ng,
\nrisipind uitare din uit\u0103ri te str\u00e2ng,
\nrisipind triste\u0163e \u00een triste\u0163i te-mbrac
\n\u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de mine \u015ftiu c\u0103 e\u015fti s\u0103rac
\n\u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de tine \u015ftiu c\u00e2t mi-e de frig –
\nviscolind a via\u0163\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 te mai strig,
\n\u00eenc\u0103 mai cutreier prin lumina ta,
\nviscolind a noapte nu te pot vedea
\n\u015fi nici tu de ziu\u0103 prea orbit cum e\u015fti
\ncale c\u0103tre mine \u00eenc\u0103 nu g\u0103se\u015fti
\n\u015fi e\u015fti doar sc\u00e2nteia care se vrea foc,
\nurm\u0103 \u00een cenu\u015f\u0103 implor\u00e2nd noroc
\n\u015fi sunt noapte stins\u0103 pe buze de cer,
\ndar desc\u00e2nt lumin\u0103 \u015fi-nc\u0103 te mai sper,
\n\u00eenc\u0103 rod prin ziduri construind altare,
\ns\u00e2ngele meu reav\u0103n \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 mai doare
\nc\u00e2nd te \u0163in aproape de\u015fi e\u015fti departe,
\nviscolind lumin\u0103, mai miros a noapte
\nc\u00e2nd ne \u015fterge timpul viscolind \u015fi el
\naripa de zboruri mirosind altfel
\n\u015fi-\u0163i mai bat \u00een poart\u0103 din de\u015fert\u0103ciuni
\n\u00eenflorindu-\u0163i tainic ochii cu minuni
\n\u015fi te culc sub pleoap\u0103 pe t\u0103r\u00e2m senin
\n\u00een amurg de suflet, \u0163ie s\u0103 m\u0103-nchin,
\nc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de tine simt c\u00e2t mi-e de frig,
\nc\u0103 s\u0103rac de c\u00e2ntec e\u015fti de nu te strig.<\/p>\n

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Nina T\u0102RCHIL\u0102<\/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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