{"id":33583,"date":"2017-11-28T06:00:28","date_gmt":"2017-11-28T06:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=33583"},"modified":"2017-11-28T09:01:41","modified_gmt":"2017-11-28T09:01:41","slug":"ioan-romeo-rosiianu-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/11\/28\/ioan-romeo-rosiianu-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Ioan Romeo RO\u0218IIANU: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Scrisoare despre via\u0163a mea \u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015fitul aproape<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Iubito, a\u015fa de pustie a fost inima mea ast\u0103zi \u00eenc\u00e2t visele au fost mai negre dec\u00e2t realitatea
\ntriste\u0163ea cre\u015ftea direct propor\u0163ional cu golul din suflet \u00een ceasul r\u0103nit
\nde printre norii cenu\u015fii lumina refuza s\u0103-mi mai \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103 tr\u0103irea
\naveam at\u00e2tea de spus lumii \u015fi lumea \u00eemi \u00eentorcea spatele printre n\u0103me\u0163ii zilei
\neram\u00a0 pustiu \u00een ceasul acela de via\u0163\u0103 scurs\u0103 nimeni nu mai st\u0103tea de planton \u00een crucea timpului
\nla liziera p\u0103durii lupii tineri ai s\u00e2ngelui meu atacau infinitul \u00een hait\u0103
\n\u00een haina sub\u0163ire mi se f\u0103cea cald de at\u00e2ta frig
\nmi se f\u0103cea fric\u0103 de at\u00e2ta via\u0163\u0103 tr\u0103it\u0103 degeaba
\ne trist s\u0103 invoci moartea \u015fi ea s\u0103 nu vin\u0103 la raportul de gard\u0103
\ne trist s\u0103 fii \u00eenconjurat de oameni \u015fi totusi at\u00e2t de singur acum.<\/p>\n

(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am spus s\u0103 nu mai risipe\u015fti apusuri cu oameni care te vor p\u0103r\u0103si la r\u0103s\u0103rit?)<\/p>\n

A\u015fa a fost, Iubito c\u00e2nd sf\u00e2r\u015fitul era la numai o respira\u0163ie distan\u0163\u0103
\na\u015fa e de atunci de c\u00e2nd am v\u0103zut cum mi se termin\u0103 de num\u0103rat stelele pe bolta vie\u0163ii
\nde c\u00e2nd dorul de moarte e infinit mai contagios ca \u015fi r\u00e2ia
\nde c\u00e2nd \u00eenve\u0163i c\u0103 ai o singur\u0103 inim\u0103 \u015fi c\u0103 ea nu mai vrea s-o sim\u0163i b\u0103t\u00e2nd
\nun suflet pe care nu-l sim\u0163i murind pentru dep\u0103rtarea din tine
\npl\u0103tesc tribut mor\u0163ii cu singura via\u0163\u0103 avut\u0103 vie\u0163ii pl\u0103tesc tribut cu toate moar\u0163ile avute.<\/p>\n

(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am spus c\u0103 pe scen\u0103 actorul poate fi orice, dar nu \u015fi \u00een singura via\u0163\u0103 avut\u0103?)<\/p>\n

A\u015fa a fost, Iubito \u015fi \u015ftiu c\u0103 \u015ftii c\u0103 adev\u0103rul e unul singur \u00een poveastea aceasta f\u0103r\u0103 lacrimi \u015fi sfin\u0163i
\npe caldar\u00e2m z\u0103pada a \u015fters urmele pa\u015filor mei c\u0103tre casa pierdut\u0103
\neu m-am apucat inutil s\u0103 fac focul \u00een inima mea ca s\u0103 se \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103 timpul acesta vremelnic
\ninutil demersul meu scurgerea lui spre niciunde ca o pas\u0103re uitat\u0103 \u00een zbor
\natunci am \u015ftiut c\u0103 poezia mea e ca o ran\u0103 care muste\u015fte de prea mult\u0103 durere
\nare propria ei durere chiar rana mea ad\u00e2nc\u0103 din sufletul gol
\nare propria ei durere poezia mea r\u0103nit\u0103 de dor.<\/p>\n

(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am spus c\u0103 ai pierdut cheia de la inima mea \u015fi c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 descoperi acum intrarea prin efrac\u0163ie?)<\/p>\n

A\u015fa va fi, Iubito c\u00e2nd vei veni la amvon \u015fi vei vedea silabele frumos aranjate-n cuvinte
\nt\u0103cerile \u00een \u015foapte la fel vei \u015fti c\u0103 m\u0103 preg\u0103tesc s\u0103 fac din nou dragoste cu moartea.<\/p>\n

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Scrisoare despre visul ucis \u015fi cele r\u0103mase \u00een urm\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Iubito, c\u00e2nd am trecut iar\u0103\u015fi printre copacii nin\u015fi ai vremii trecute<\/p>\n

citeam \u00een respira\u0163ia clipei rebele rotocoale de \u015foapte \u015fi fumuri de cuvinte t\u00e2rzii<\/p>\n

atunci am \u015ftiut c\u0103 pas\u0103rea st\u0103 lini\u015ftit\u0103 pe creanga sub\u0163ire pentru c\u0103 are \u00eencredere oarb\u0103 \u00een aripile ei<\/p>\n

atunci am \u015ftiut c\u0103-n zborul ei sigur e scris\u0103 cu majuscule nem\u0103rginirea din marginea asta de lume \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 dincolo de nori p\u0103s\u0103rile zboar\u0103 cu aripile deschise<\/p>\n

noi mergem leg\u0103nat cu m\u00e2inile pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 trup \u015fi ne \u00eentreb\u0103m de ce nu putem \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa lumea<\/p>\n

de ce nu ne putem ridica la zbor deasupra greut\u0103\u0163ilor zilei.<\/p>\n

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(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am zis s\u0103 nu pl\u00e2ngi dup\u0103 ce plec pentru c\u0103 nici jivinele p\u0103durii nu-\u015fi pl\u00e2ng de mil\u0103-n durerea lor?)<\/p>\n

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A\u015fa a fost, Iubito \u015fi n-am mai v\u0103zut cerul de at\u00e2\u0163ia fulgi<\/p>\n

\u015fi orele de at\u00e2tea minute s-au scurs prea repede \u00een secundele moarte<\/p>\n

de printre amintiri se-n\u015furuba ca o durere \u00eenfipt\u0103 \u00een suflet dorul<\/p>\n

o lumin\u0103 r\u0103zlea\u0163\u0103 spinteca timpul \u015fi-n col\u0163ul ochiului \u00eenflorea lacrima<\/p>\n

era ger, Iubito \u015fi obrazul cr\u0103pa sub greutatea s\u0103rutului de alt\u0103dat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een col\u0163ul gurii amor\u0163ise sur\u00e2sul \u015fi-n dep\u0103rtare cre\u015ftea timpul ca-n basmele copil\u0103riei<\/p>\n

moartea se apropia tiptil de trupul meu pl\u0103p\u00e2nd \u00een crucea zilei f\u0103ceam zadarnic semnul crucii cu limba<\/p>\n

demoni uita\u0163i d\u0103deau n\u0103val\u0103 \u00een singura mea via\u0163\u0103 avut\u0103<\/p>\n

tr\u0103dat de prieteni cu sufletul gol \u00een m\u00e2inile goale treceam pe str\u0103zile goale spre-o adres\u0103 uitat\u0103.<\/p>\n

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(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am spus c\u0103 a\u015f vrea s\u0103 fiu neurochirurg ca s\u0103 pot umple creierii \u015fi vie\u0163ile oamenilor de iubire?)<\/p>\n

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A\u015fa a fost, Iubito c\u00e2nd treceau pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi secundele ucise de t\u0103cerea ta<\/p>\n

eu vedeam secundele via\u0163a pierdut\u0103 zadarnic unica via\u0163\u0103 avut\u0103<\/p>\n

tu te uitai cum erau \u00eembr\u0103cate femeile lumii la biseric\u0103 te-nchinai s\u0103 \u015ftie preotul c\u0103 ai bifat lec\u0163ia de sfin\u0163enie<\/p>\n

c\u0103 ai trecut proba de rug\u0103ciune spus\u0103 cu voce tare \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 nimic \u00een suflet \u015fi-n sim\u0163iri<\/p>\n

uitai c\u0103 sfin\u0163ii te priveau cu ochi goi din icoanele multe<\/p>\n

uitai c\u0103 via\u0163a se tr\u0103ie\u015fte \u015fi nu se poveste\u015fte uitai c\u0103 pentru a putea tr\u0103i trebuie mai \u00eent\u00e2i s\u0103 respir\u0103m \u015foptit.<\/p>\n

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(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am zis c\u0103 o pas\u0103re de noapte a trecut prin inima mea ziua dup\u0103 plecarea ta?)<\/p>\n

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A\u015fa a fost, Iubito c\u00e2nd de la marginea lumii nevizitate aman\u0163ii zilei te ademeneau cu excursiile dorite<\/p>\n

eu m\u0103 \u00eentorceam ca un s\u0103rac \u00een odaia mea ticsit\u0103 cu tablouri \u015fi c\u0103r\u0163i<\/p>\n

m\u0103 sim\u0163eam bine \u00een patul jos cu lumina strecurat\u0103 printre jaluzele<\/p>\n

\u015ftiam pe de rost numele eroilor din c\u0103r\u0163ile multe<\/p>\n

jucam \u015fotron cu propriile amintiri \u015fi pierdeam de fiecare dat\u0103 la zaruri.<\/p>\n

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Scrisoare despre neputin\u0163a mea \u015fi vremea aproape<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Iubito, vremurile sunt aproape scrie \u00een Biblia citit\u0103 pe ner\u0103suflate<\/p>\n

o vreme, dou\u0103 vremi \u015fi o jum\u0103tate de vreme mai este din dragostea noastr\u0103 r\u0103mas\u0103 stingher\u0103<\/p>\n

de\u015fi te-am g\u0103sit \u00een partea de nord a inimii mele pustii tu stai acum \u00een st\u00e2nga triste\u0163ii \u015fi-n dreapta minciunii<\/p>\n

eu mi-am luat calea la pas de unul singur pe str\u0103zile goale c\u0103ut\u00e2nd lumina-n care te-am v\u0103zut c\u00e2ndva<\/p>\n

drumul e greu acum c\u00e2nd cucuveaua-nser\u0103rii d\u0103 stingerea-n noaptea lung\u0103.<\/p>\n

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(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am zis c\u0103 am tr\u0103it deja \u00een \u00eentunericul lumjii \u015fi c\u0103 mai orb de at\u00e2t nu pot fi?)<\/p>\n

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A\u015fa a fost, Iubito \u015fi-n apusul \u015foptit al trecerii mele spre nic\u0103ieri \u015fi niciunde \u0163i-am zis:<\/p>\n

am privit \u00eendelung norii dar n-am putut \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a s\u0103 aduc ploaia o via\u0163\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103<\/p>\n

am privit soarele \u015fi nu am putut \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a m\u0103car s\u0103 luminez clipa aceasta de via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi dor<\/p>\n

am privit p\u0103m\u00e2ntul mereu \u015fi mereu l-am simtit dar nu am putut \u015fti s\u0103 rodesc niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n

am privit v\u00e2ntul \u00een trecerea lui printre frunze dar nu am putut \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea nicic\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

am privit apa \u00een scurgerea ei printre pietre inerte \u015fi n-am putut \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a st\u0103ruin\u0163a de-a merge-nainte<\/p>\n

am privit p\u0103s\u0103rile \u00een zborul lor \u00eenalt printre raze \u015fi n-am putut \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a face semnul crucii pe cerul amiezii<\/p>\n

am privit oamenii pe str\u0103zile pline \u015fi n-am putut \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a s\u0103 fiu mai bun dec\u00e2t ei<\/p>\n

am privit bisericile lumii \u015fi n-am putut \u015fti s\u0103 fiu ucenicul lui Dumnezeu de acum \u015fi de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

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(Mai \u015ftii c\u00e2nd \u0163i-am zis c\u0103-n toat\u0103 lini\u015ftea din lume nu po\u0163i ascunde zgomotul din inima mea?)<\/p>\n

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A\u015fa a fost, Iubito \u015fi te-am rugat s\u0103 nu mai ui\u0163i s\u0103 treci prin triste\u0163ea mea descul\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

prin iarna grea a singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii mele vara s\u0103 nu ui\u0163i s\u0103 revii uneori s\u0103-\u0163i adapi fiin\u0163area de-a fi<\/p>\n

a\u015fa vei afla c\u0103 am vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 sp\u00e2nzur de trecut \u00een ceasul acela descul\u0163<\/p>\n

dar prezentul acesta pustiu mi s-a f\u0103cut \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri dintr-o dat\u0103 la picioarele tale<\/p>\n

am vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 sinucid \u00een viitor dar nu mai sunt indulgen\u0163e de cump\u0103rat ca-n vremea Inchizi\u0163iei<\/p>\n

atunci am \u015ftiut c\u0103 de at\u00e2ta pleoape \u00eenchise au s\u0103-mi orbeasc\u0103 ochii c-o orbire \u00een plus<\/p>\n

a\u015fa am \u015ftiut c\u0103-n privirea ta am v\u0103zut c\u00e2ndva \u00eenaltul cerului \u015fi m\u0103re\u0163ia lumii mele<\/p>\n

de dragul t\u0103u m-am f\u0103cut frate cu iubirea dar n-am mai apucat atinge \u00eenaltul<\/p>\n

era prea mult\u0103 deja prea mult\u0103 era triste\u0163ea din vis.<\/p>\n

——————————-<\/p>\n

Ioan Romeo Ro\u0219iianu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Baia Mare<\/strong><\/p>\n

28 noiembrie, 2017<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Scrisoare despre via\u0163a mea \u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015fitul aproape \u00a0 Iubito, a\u015fa de pustie a fost inima mea ast\u0103zi \u00eenc\u00e2t visele au [&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-33583","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33583","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=33583"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33583\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33586,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33583\/revisions\/33586"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33583"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33583"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33583"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}