{"id":33486,"date":"2017-11-26T09:39:59","date_gmt":"2017-11-26T09:39:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=33486"},"modified":"2017-11-26T09:39:59","modified_gmt":"2017-11-26T09:39:59","slug":"alexandru-iancu-sonate-colorate-versuri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/11\/26\/alexandru-iancu-sonate-colorate-versuri\/","title":{"rendered":"Alexandru Iancu: Sonate colorate (versuri)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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SONAT\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 mut\u0103m pianul l\u00e2ng\u0103 lun\u0103
\nS\u0103-i adormim pe clape goi
\nC\u00e2nd curge raiul peste noi
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 visezi ca o nebun\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 te ascund suav \u00een carne
\nS\u0103 vrei \u00een mine ca s\u0103 mori,
\n\u015ei s\u0103 te-mbraci toat\u0103-n fiori
\nC\u00e2nd cerul lacrimi o s\u0103 toarne<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 te mu\u015fc de aripi de pl\u0103cere
\nMai sus de tainele albastre
\n\u015ei mierea trupurilor noastre
\nS\u0103 se topeasc\u0103-n m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 mut\u0103m pianul pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nS\u0103-mi stai \u00een bra\u0163e pentru totdeauna
\nNu-s de ajuns doar notele \u015fi luna
\nEu f\u0103r\u0103 tine nu a\u015f \u015fti s\u0103 c\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ALBASTRU NU E O CULOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i albastrul nu e o culoare,<\/p>\n

Este acela\u015fi obsedant motiv<\/p>\n

De prelungire a cerului \u00een mare,<\/p>\n

Prin orizontul sufletului meu naiv.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i albastrul nu e o culoare,<\/p>\n

Este ad\u00e2ncul pleoapelor l\u0103sate goale<\/p>\n

De un vid creat prin ap\u0103, aer \u015fi cristale<\/p>\n

Deasupra unei stele c\u0103z\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i albastrul nu e o culoare,<\/p>\n

Este vitraliul transparen\u0163ei din lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

Prin care \u00eengerii \u00eendr\u0103znesc s\u0103 vin\u0103<\/p>\n

La rug\u0103ciune,pl\u00e2ns \u015fi \u00een\u0103l\u0163are.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i albastrul nu e o culoare,<\/p>\n

E disiparea oarb\u0103 a unui vis ascuns<\/p>\n

Peste neantul de \u00eentuneric ce dispare<\/p>\n

Ireversibil de privirea ta p\u0103truns.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

NATUR\u0102 VIE CU IRI\u015eI<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i duio\u015fi, tu por\u0163i sub gene,<\/p>\n

Pierduta amintire a viselor fugare,<\/p>\n

Amestecate \u00een caruselul de culoare<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd cu privirea \u00een aer faci desene!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i duio\u015fi, tu por\u0163i sub gene,<\/p>\n

Un dans de arahnide alungate de lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u0162es\u00e2nd pe ascuns dantel\u0103ria fin\u0103<\/p>\n

A s\u00e2ngelui t\u0103u r\u0103t\u0103cit prin vene!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii t\u0103i duio\u015fi, tu por\u0163i sub gene<\/p>\n

Desprinderea din somn a unui \u00eenger,<\/p>\n

Hermafrodit\u0103 ca \u015fi florile de s\u00e2nger,<\/p>\n

Privirea ta e cea mai dulce lene!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

GENEZ\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00centotdeauna a\u015fteptarea,<\/p>\n

Nesiguran\u0163a si \u00eenceputul,<\/p>\n

Pornesc din \u00eencle\u015ftarea<\/p>\n

Olarului cu lutul.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sub m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea lui amar\u0103,<\/p>\n

Br\u0103zdat\u0103 de durere mult\u0103,<\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2ntul-ne\u00eembl\u00e2nzit\u0103 fiar\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cenva\u0163\u0103,se supune \u015fi-l ascult\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Asupra timpului izb\u00e2nd\u0103,<\/p>\n

Supus\u0103 orbului noroc,<\/p>\n

Crea\u0163ia moale si pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103,<\/p>\n

Des\u0103var\u015fit\u0103 e prin foc.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunt trupurile noastre lut,<\/p>\n

Ca gust,miros,culoare ,form\u0103,<\/p>\n

Amestecate \u00een noul con\u0163inut<\/p>\n

Al vie\u0163ii \u00een care se transform\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Necunoscut este tiparul<\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u0103utarea unor forme noi,<\/p>\n

Dar suflet dac\u0103 nu a pus olarul,<\/p>\n

Se schimb\u0103 totul \u00een noroi!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

VERDE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

De toamn\u0103 durut,<\/p>\n

Nep\u0103s\u0103tor nu trec,<\/p>\n

Pe frunza ce-a c\u0103zut,<\/p>\n

Cu sufletul m-aplec<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Culoarea i-a pierdut<\/p>\n

Un v\u00e2nt u\u015for z\u0103lud,<\/p>\n

Trezit\u0103 sub s\u0103rut,<\/p>\n

Cum m\u0103 respir\u0103, aud.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mi-e incle\u015ftat\u0103 gura<\/p>\n

Pe fragede cuvinte,<\/p>\n

Se ca\u0163\u0103r\u0103 nervura<\/p>\n

Prin s\u00e2ngele fierbinte<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Acolo in genunchi,<\/p>\n

R\u0103nit de de efemer,<\/p>\n

Asemeni unui trunchi,<\/p>\n

\u00centind bra\u0163e spre cer.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 r\u0103stigne\u015fte mila<\/p>\n

\u015ei nu pot s\u0103 o \u00eenfr\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n

Plute\u015fte clorofila<\/p>\n

\u00cen lacrima ce-o pl\u00e2ng!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A\u015eTEPTARE<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tot trec gr\u0103bit iluziile prin mine,<\/p>\n

Din ele inse\u015fi niciodat\u0103 nu coboar\u0103,<\/p>\n

Le v\u0103d la geam distante si str\u0103ine<\/p>\n

La fel ca a\u015fteptarea mea amar\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nelini\u015ftit privesc in fiecare sear\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei m\u0103 \u00eentreb c\u00e2t mai dureaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 vine<\/p>\n

La mine-n suflet hotar\u00e2t\u0103 ca s\u0103 moar\u0103<\/p>\n

Ea cea mai Ann\u0103 dintre Karenine<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se vor opri atunci in mine prima oar\u0103<\/p>\n

Trei lacrimi, dou\u0103 linii , trenul si o gar\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

MELANCOLIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De gustul slab al sim\u0163urilor casc,<\/p>\n

Unde e dragostea ca s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103t?<\/p>\n

Mai po\u0163i reface iar\u0103\u015fi via\u0163\u0103 \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t<\/p>\n

Din boasca trupului trecut prin teasc?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ce-a mai r\u0103mas e un vin de m\u00e2na a doua,<\/p>\n

Mi-e sufletul ca Polul Nord- departe h\u0103t!<\/p>\n

Hangii pun pe ascuns \u00een vin om\u0103t,<\/p>\n

Adorm ca s\u0103 visez cum m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103t cu roua!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00ceMBL\u00c2NZIREA<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd apropierea ta ne-a a\u0163\u00e2\u0163at feroce,<\/p>\n

Ca lupii in hait\u0103 noi am dat ocol<\/p>\n

Inchipuirii tale si am mu\u015fcat in gol<\/p>\n

Din umbra unor forme vagi si echivoce.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Venit\u0103 prin zigzagul fulgilor de nea<\/p>\n

Tu non\u015falant\u0103 ne-ai umplut vazduhul,<\/p>\n

I-ai fericit u\u015for pe cei s\u0103raci cu duhul<\/p>\n

Indr\u0103gosti\u0163i de varul urmelor de bidinea.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Privirea ta am acuzat-o de avangard\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe ascuns \u0163i-am s\u0103rutat nebuni rimelul<\/p>\n

Si am a\u015fteptat cu limba scoas\u0103 z\u0103h\u0103relul<\/p>\n

Noi c\u0103\u0163elu\u015fii t\u0103i \u00eendr\u0103gostiti de zgard\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Din lupii care am fost cu fantezie<\/p>\n

Ne-ai imbl\u00e2nzit de\u015fi f\u0103ceam pe durii,<\/p>\n

L\u0103tram la tine negri in cerul gurii<\/p>\n

Si azi ne gudur\u0103m ca s\u0103 ne m\u00e2ng\u00e2i Poezie<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

RUG\u0102 PENTRU NEIUBIRE<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At\u00e2t i\u0163i cer nu m\u0103 iubi,<\/p>\n

E clipa timpului gr\u0103bit\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei bucuria \u00eempreun\u0103 de a fi<\/p>\n

E singura ce merit\u0103 tr\u0103it\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

E totul doar o \u00eentamplare<\/p>\n

Nu crede-n astre\u00a0 sau destin<\/p>\n

\u00cen bra\u0163e str\u00e2nge-m\u0103 mai tare<\/p>\n

Nu te min\u0163i c\u0103-\u0163i apar\u0163in<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Suntem si martori si eroi<\/p>\n

Acestei clipe ve\u015fnic trec\u0103toare<\/p>\n

At\u00e2\u0163ia al\u0163ii au tr\u0103it-o ca \u015fi noi<\/p>\n

\u015ei noi ca ei-vom fi uitare!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ARHEOLOGIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Te apleci asupra mea curioas\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ai ochii calzi ca miezul unei p\u00e2ini,<\/p>\n

Fiin\u0163a mea ca \u00een trecut se las\u0103,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 o fr\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163i din nou \u00een m\u00e2ini .<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cemi \u00eemparti carnea \u00een tr\u0103iri,<\/p>\n

Deoparte dai ce crezi\u00a0 c\u0103-i mort,<\/p>\n

Nu te g\u0103se\u015fti acolo \u015fi te miri,<\/p>\n

\u00cen carnea mea c\u0103 nu te port.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iei sufletul \u015fi-l tai m\u0103runt<\/p>\n

F\u00e2\u015fii neverosimil de \u00eenguste<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00eel intinzi pe p\u00e2ine ca pe unt,<\/p>\n

Curiozitatea ta s\u0103-l guste.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

T\u0103io\u015fi \u0163i-s din\u0163ii dar\u00a0 nu \u0163ip<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mu\u015fti din sufletu-mi\u00a0 rebel<\/p>\n

Scr\u00e2\u015fnesti la gustul de nisip<\/p>\n

\u015ei pl\u00e2ngi c\u0103 nu te reg\u0103se\u015fti in el.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 doare \u00a0c\u0103utarea ta \u00een mine<\/p>\n

Dar nu mai pot\u00a0 s\u0103 m\u0103 desprind<\/p>\n

Cu inima \u015fi s\u00e2ngele- n\u00a0 ruine<\/p>\n

Cetate \u00eenvins\u0103 oasele- \u0163i\u00a0 \u00eentind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Deodat\u0103\u00a0 \u0163ipi prin osul rupt<\/p>\n

Sim\u0163i trupul t\u0103u cum e durut,<\/p>\n

Te doare laptele r\u0103mas nesupt,<\/p>\n

La pieptul\u00a0 t\u0103u c\u00e2nd m-ai \u0163inut.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De acolo r\u0103t\u0103cind cu gura,<\/p>\n

Eu calciul oaselor \u0163i-am tras<\/p>\n

\u015ei mi-am cl\u0103dit arhitectura<\/p>\n

Puterii de a face primul pas.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De c\u00e2nd \u00eemi c\u0103utam contururi,<\/p>\n

Vis\u00e2nd\u00a0 identitatea mea de sine,<\/p>\n

\u00cen oase tu mi-ai fost de-a pururi,<\/p>\n

Ad\u00e2nc te-ai \u00eengropat \u00een mine,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Acum c\u0103 te-ai g\u0103sit de buna seam\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0162i-ai \u00eencheiat al c\u0103utarii ceas,<\/p>\n

Acum e\u015fti fericita scump\u0103 mam\u0103<\/p>\n

Din mine \u00eentreg ce-a mai r\u0103mas?<\/p>\n

————————–<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alexandru IANCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sibiu, 20 noiembrie 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

SONAT\u0102 Hai s\u0103 mut\u0103m pianul l\u00e2ng\u0103 lun\u0103 S\u0103-i adormim pe clape goi C\u00e2nd curge raiul peste noi S\u0103 m\u0103 visezi [&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-33486","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33486","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=33486"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33486\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33489,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33486\/revisions\/33489"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33486"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33486"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33486"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}