{"id":34183,"date":"2017-12-14T08:39:59","date_gmt":"2017-12-14T08:39:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=34183"},"modified":"2017-12-14T08:39:59","modified_gmt":"2017-12-14T08:39:59","slug":"marin-moscu-picaturi-de-suflet-%e2%80%93-versuri-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/12\/14\/marin-moscu-picaturi-de-suflet-%e2%80%93-versuri-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Marin MOSCU: Pic\u0103turi de suflet \u2013 versuri (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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SUNT OMUL CARE OMOAR\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sunt omul care omoar\u0103<\/p>\n

Pas\u0103rea de nisip \u00een largul m\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

Strig\u0103tul calmarului<\/p>\n

Izbit de prova vaporului,<\/p>\n

Sculptat \u00een st\u00e2nca moleculei apuse.<\/p>\n

Sunt inima neverificat\u0103<\/p>\n

Ergonomic \u015fi func\u021bional,<\/p>\n

Ascuns\u0103 \u00eentr-un creier<\/p>\n

Al laptopului, cu tastatura<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t toate cuvintele din lume<\/p>\n

Zv\u00e2rcolite, pr\u0103jite<\/p>\n

\u00cen cuptorul cu microunde<\/p>\n

Al soarelui nostru<\/p>\n

Ce-apune \u00een miezul lumii,<\/p>\n

Ar\u0103t\u00e2ndu-ne fa\u021ba ascuns\u0103 a lucrurilor.<\/p>\n

A\u015fa suntem,<\/p>\n

Ad\u0103posti\u021bi \u00een rugul \u00eenchisorii<\/p>\n

Ce ne-nva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 fim politico\u015fi<\/p>\n

Cu to\u021bi politicienii lumii<\/p>\n

Care dorm pe altarul<\/p>\n

Ne\u00eencrederii noastre,<\/p>\n

Ei sunt cumin\u021benia p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

De la Adam \u015fi Eva.<\/p>\n

Noi suntem adev\u0103rul pus \u00een cump\u0103na<\/p>\n

Buzelor minciunii,<\/p>\n

Acolo unde cucuta<\/p>\n

Este esen\u021ba vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Judec\u0103\u021bile sunt publice.<\/p>\n

Poftim! Spune \u015fi tu ceva<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 \u021bi se d\u0103 cuv\u00e2ntul,<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 atunci,<\/p>\n

Dumnezeu \u021bi-l ia<\/p>\n

Pentru aduceri aminte.<\/p>\n

Crucea Sf\u00e2ntului Andrei,<\/p>\n

Tat\u0103l meu,<\/p>\n

Se clatin\u0103 \u00eentr-un baston.<\/p>\n

Jur,<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 v\u00e2ntul \u00eel love\u015fte din neaten\u021bie,<\/p>\n

Cade, sigur cade,<\/p>\n

Peste umbrele p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

Sunt mul\u021bumit,<\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103 nu am nimic:<\/p>\n

Nici bog\u0103\u021bii,<\/p>\n

Nici p\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

\u015ei nici sare,<\/p>\n

\u015ei nici s\u0103n\u0103tate.<\/p>\n

Sunt mul\u021bumit<\/p>\n

C\u0103 cel pu\u021bin reprezentan\u021bii no\u015ftri,<\/p>\n

Cei care ne inund\u0103 cu morala,<\/p>\n

Sunt cei care fac biserici<\/p>\n

Din oasele noastre,<\/p>\n

Beau rou\u0103 din sudoarea noastr\u0103,<\/p>\n

M\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 p\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

Din ciocurile porumbeilor<\/p>\n

\u015ei se \u00eenchin\u0103 la u\u015file \u00eenchise,<\/p>\n

Consider\u00e2nd c\u0103 sunt mai presus dec\u00e2t legea.<\/p>\n

Mai presus \u015fi de Dumnezeu?<\/p>\n

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PENTRU SLUJIREA CASTRULUI<\/p>\n

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Sufletul nostru \u00eenchis \u00een inim\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cel hr\u0103nim cu clipa<\/p>\n

Torturat\u0103 \u00eentre din\u021bii clepsidrei.<\/p>\n

Nisipul saliveaz\u0103 peste ei pete de s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

Un \u00eenger adun\u0103 culorile curcubeului<\/p>\n

C\u0103zut \u00een limpezimea ochilor<\/p>\n

Sculpta\u021bi sub fruntea \u00eempov\u0103rat\u0103<\/p>\n

A \u015foldurilor spa\u021biului deformat<\/p>\n

De calciul depus \u00eentre \u00eencheieturile<\/p>\n

Crucii de sudoare<\/p>\n

Care sluje\u015fte lucrarea visului<\/p>\n

Pentru care \u00eenfloresc livezile<\/p>\n

Penelor p\u0103r\u0103site<\/p>\n

De surprizele muntelui \u00eenalt<\/p>\n

La care vine Mahomed<\/p>\n

S\u0103 vad\u0103 cum s\u0103lb\u0103t\u0103ciunile<\/p>\n

Pasc din barba norilor.<\/p>\n

Izvoarele coboar\u0103 \u00een imagini<\/p>\n

La picioarele noastre<\/p>\n

\u00cenfipte \u00een undele b\u0103loase<\/p>\n

De lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sc\u00e2nteile solzilor<\/p>\n

Rotesc ochii bunicu\u021belor<\/p>\n

Care stau cu furculi\u021bele<\/p>\n

\u00cenfipte \u00een maxilare.<\/p>\n

Dou\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini de din\u021bi scriu r\u0103va\u015fe<\/p>\n

Carierelor de pietre aruncate \u00een rinichi<\/p>\n

Pentru slujirea castrului<\/p>\n

Care \u00een tinere\u021be aduna cavaleri<\/p>\n

Fl\u0103m\u00e2nzi de carne fraged\u0103.<\/p>\n

Acum stau de gard\u0103<\/p>\n

La trecerea de\u015fertului<\/p>\n

Peste dealurile t\u0103iate de drumuri<\/p>\n

Aiurea, sub o coam\u0103 de stea,<\/p>\n

Unde casa sufletului \u00eengenuncheaz\u0103<\/p>\n

Semnul din \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 a crucii<\/p>\n

Care cre\u015fte<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 opreasc\u0103 num\u0103r\u0103toarea.<\/p>\n

\u00censt\u0103rit\u0103 noaptea<\/p>\n

Descuie lac\u0103tul cartelului<\/p>\n

De oase desperecheate,<\/p>\n

Cr\u0103c\u0103nate,<\/p>\n

Risipite,<\/p>\n

Uitate<\/p>\n

Pe spatele c\u0103milei<\/p>\n

Numit\u0103 via\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Sau vatr\u0103 de cenu\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00centr-o oal\u0103 cu ap\u0103 termal\u0103!<\/p>\n

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SIMFONIA OCHIULUI NEVINDECAT<\/p>\n

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Sub privirea \u00eence\u021bo\u015fat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Cr\u00e2cnesc secundele<\/p>\n

Rezervorului cuvintelor<\/p>\n

Cu s\u00e2nge otr\u0103vit.<\/p>\n

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Casa oaselor<\/p>\n

Sprijin\u0103 coama v\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

Care-aduce pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

M\u0103duva florilor speriate<\/p>\n

De umbra cre\u015ftetului purit\u0103\u021bii<\/p>\n

Sp\u0103lat<\/p>\n

\u00cen lacrimi de c\u00e2rpe.<\/p>\n

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Ingenios, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n

Deschide poarta cartierului<\/p>\n

Unde t\u0103cerile<\/p>\n

Se suprapun<\/p>\n

\u00cen sfere<\/p>\n

Netezite de-ntuneric.<\/p>\n

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Primitorul<\/p>\n

Umple c\u0103ciula<\/p>\n

Cu frunze putrede.<\/p>\n

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Timpul<\/p>\n

Leag\u0103 r\u0103nile<\/p>\n

Trecute prin compozi\u021bia<\/p>\n

Unui ochi nevindecat<\/p>\n

De simfonia con\u015ftiin\u021bei.<\/p>\n

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FURIA LUMINII DIN GURGUIELE STELELOR<\/p>\n

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Spectrul luminii vine din gurguiele stelelor,<\/p>\n

Cursul s\u0103rb\u0103torilor vine din dorin\u0163a uman\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen fiecare din noi exist\u0103 o pas\u0103re-ran\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen cuibul ei se ascunde os\u00e2nda poftelor.<\/p>\n

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Una din dorin\u0163e e-nvingeri de dureri,<\/p>\n

Una\u02d7i tr\u0103irea vie\u0163ii \u00eentr-o singur\u0103 clip\u0103,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 cuprinzi universul \u00een zbor c\u02d7o arip\u0103,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 devii nebunul \u00eencercatei puteri.<\/p>\n

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Alta e pofta libert\u0103\u0163ii \u00een propria \u0163ar\u0103,<\/p>\n

Iarba verde crescut\u0103 sub t\u0103lpi cu durere,<\/p>\n

Hora \u00eentins\u0103 de fra\u0163i cu profund\u0103 pl\u0103cere,<\/p>\n

Pentru unii e s\u02d7ajung\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103-o prim\u0103var\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Unii zburd\u0103\u02d7n bolizi pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul udat<\/p>\n

Cu lacrimi \u015fi lum\u00e2n\u0103ri sub icoan\u0103,<\/p>\n

Unii alearg\u0103 \u00eentr-o nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103 goan\u0103<\/p>\n

De\u02d7a-ns\u00e2ngera istoria trimis\u0103 la mezat.<\/p>\n

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Furia luminii vine din ceru-nstelat,<\/p>\n

Dorin\u021ba nu poate fi nicic\u00e2nd aerian\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen fiecare dintre noi exist\u0103 o pas\u0103re-ran\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen cuibul ei e omul de via\u021b\u0103-ncercat.<\/p>\n

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SEAR\u0102 DE MAI<\/p>\n

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Sear\u0103 de mai, sear\u0103 de mai,<\/p>\n

Cu stele de lut sc\u0103ldate \u00een lapte,<\/p>\n

Curg triluri de p\u0103s\u0103ri pe tuburi de nai,<\/p>\n

\u00cen noi mai rena\u015fte o noapte.<\/p>\n

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Cai pe copite rotunde de vise<\/p>\n

Duc \u00eengeri de perle spre Domnul, \u00een cer,<\/p>\n

Petalele florilor \u00een v\u00e2nt sunt prelinse<\/p>\n

Pe\u02d7un ciucur de buze cu suc de mister.<\/p>\n

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Vin fete \u015fi b\u0103ie\u0163i la\u02d7nt\u00e2lnire,<\/p>\n

P\u0103rin\u0163ii afum\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 cu stele,<\/p>\n

Fluturii nop\u0163ii ard \u00een mocnire<\/p>\n

Odat\u0103 cu rimele mele.<\/p>\n

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STELE STING…<\/p>\n

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Stele sting \u015fi\u02d7\u0163i spun\u02d0 noapte bun\u0103!<\/p>\n

Cerul se \u00eenchide \u00een miez de alun\u0103,<\/p>\n

Inima ta \u00een inima\u02d7mi se cuib\u0103re\u015fte,<\/p>\n

Iubirea prinde aripi \u015fi-nflore\u015fte.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen chindia clipei s\u0103rutul e prelung<\/p>\n

Cum dulcea\u0163a p\u00e2inii vine de sub plug,<\/p>\n

Ging\u0103\u015fia ascunde \u00een vertebre mici<\/p>\n

M\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri \u015foptite cu ochi de licurici.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 topesc \u00een spuza s\u00e2nilor fierbin\u0163i,<\/p>\n

P\u0103rul t\u0103u de aur e aur\u0103 de sfin\u0163i,<\/p>\n

Cu degetele noastre desen\u0103m ca semn<\/p>\n

Trecerea vie\u0163ii spre marele Eden.<\/p>\n

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Pe\u02d7obraz iar\u0103\u015fi r\u0103sare soarele regal,<\/p>\n

\u00cen dep\u0103rt\u0103ri s\u02d7aude un nechezat de cal,<\/p>\n

El sparge cu copita miezul de alun\u0103,<\/p>\n

Alerg\u0103m prin spa\u0163ii \u02d7 eu, soare \u015fi tu, lun\u0103!<\/p>\n

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Pe-obrazul timpului plou\u0103 cu lacrimi<\/p>\n

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Pe-obrazul timpului plou\u0103 cu lacrimi,<\/p>\n

\u00cen subduc\u0163ie erup vulcanii lav\u0103 \u00eenghe\u0163at\u0103,<\/p>\n

Mu\u015fchii faciali sunt bombarda\u0163i telemetric<\/p>\n

Din gheizere de suferin\u0163\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge \u00eenecat\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Nem\u0103rginirea crud\u0103 a ecoului bacteriei ascunse<\/p>\n

\u00cen pudra timpului surd, arid, depus extremofil,<\/p>\n

Mi\u015fun\u0103 mojarele oaselor noastre, cratere s\u0103rate,<\/p>\n

Normaliz\u00e2nd vama b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163ii \u00een trup de copil.<\/p>\n

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Sunt propriul cuceritor, sunt conchistadorul,<\/p>\n

Ascuns \u00een bucurii, \u00een lacrimi, \u00een multe dureri<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n esen\u0163a tuturor lucrurilor nu m-am dat b\u0103tut,<\/p>\n

Haos \u015fi perfec\u0163iune sunt pentru mine unic mister.<\/p>\n

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\u00cemi port \u015fansa pe \u015fina nop\u0163ii c\u0103tre abstracta ziu\u0103,<\/p>\n

Pe fiecare fa\u0163\u0103 soarele-i opac \u00een haosul blajin,<\/p>\n

Iubita mea din inim\u0103-\u0163i trimit codul descifr\u0103rii \u2013<\/p>\n

Cheia s\u0103rutului \u00eentruchipat de Marele Destin!<\/p>\n

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CIRE\u015eE STRIVITE \u00ceN S\u00c2N DINADINS<\/p>\n

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Sub flori de salc\u00e2m femeia danseaz\u0103<\/p>\n

Cu cire\u015fe strivite-n gurguie de s\u00e2n,<\/p>\n

\u00cengerii-i fur\u0103 din ceruri\u00a0 p\u0103ru-i de f\u00e2n,<\/p>\n

Apoi la pieptul meu aciua\u0163i viseaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Inima bate rotund \u00een delirul proptit<\/p>\n

Sub osia timpului jupuit de miros,<\/p>\n

Femeia nop\u0163ii prelungi se-nchin\u0103\u00a0 pios<\/p>\n

La cetatea de maci cu negi de iubit.<\/p>\n

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La masa cu faguri gusta\u0163i ne-ncetat,<\/p>\n

Luna danseaz\u0103 sub pleoape de vis<\/p>\n

\u00cen cear\u015faful pictat cu pl\u0103ceri \u015fi p\u0103cat.<\/p>\n

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Drumul fierbinte \u0163ine arcul \u00eentins<\/p>\n

S\u0103ge\u0163ii iubirii ce m-a\u00a0 ochit, m-a v\u00e2nat,<\/p>\n

Cu cire\u015fe strivite \u00een s\u00e2n dinadins!<\/p>\n

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SUB GHILOTINA SOR\u0162II<\/p>\n

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Nu am loc \u00eenapoia timpului niciodat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Nici umbra nu prime\u0219te ghem de raze<\/p>\n

\u00cen vulva\u00a0 craterului nop\u021bii r\u0103sf\u0103\u021bat\u0103<\/p>\n

De izvorul lacrimilor ascunse \u00eentre oase.<\/p>\n

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Nu \u0219tiu s\u0103 m\u0103 adune m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea ta<\/p>\n

\u00cen noaptea inimii turnat\u0103-n mila sor\u021bii,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 tr\u0103iesc din vorbe mult a\u0219 vrea<\/p>\n

Dar se lipe\u0219te limba chiar de u\u0219a mor\u021bii.<\/p>\n

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Nu m\u0103 \u021bine drumul \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit \u00een dou\u0103,<\/p>\n

Mai mult c\u0103tre apus, pu\u021bin \u00een r\u0103s\u0103rit,<\/p>\n

Merg cum merge cea\u021ba\u00a0 pe calapod de rou\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u0103 transforme noaptea \u00een coji de infinit.<\/p>\n

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Nu am loc\u00a0 \u00een mine s\u0103-mi citesc \u00een suflet,<\/p>\n

Sunt butelca vie\u021bii b\u0103ut\u0103 p\u00e2n’ la fund,<\/p>\n

Golul se m\u0103re\u015fte \u00eentr-un mare tunet,<\/p>\n

Sub ghilotina lui alunec, m\u0103 afund.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103 liber o noapte \u00eentristat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Contemplu meteorul ce vine \u00een surdin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Nu-l chem, \u00eel las s\u0103 zboare pe-o cale \u00eencurcat\u0103,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103 sub steaua din gr\u0103din\u0103.<\/p>\n

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SUB CRUCEA-N CARE VIDUL PUTREZE\u015eTE<\/p>\n

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Se-ndep\u0103rteaz\u0103 umbra de lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u0218i ura de iubire \u0219i dispre\u021b,<\/p>\n

\u00cen suflet\u00a0 adev\u0103ru-i f\u0103r\u0103 pre\u021b,<\/p>\n

Minciuna ne aduce \u00een ruin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Cuv\u00e2ntu-i de prisos dac\u0103 r\u0103ne\u0219te,<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndul e un tuci \u00eenfierb\u00e2ntat<\/p>\n

Pe care amintirea l-a uitat<\/p>\n

Sub crucea-n care vidul putreze\u0219te.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen vis mai latr\u0103 c\u00e2inii \u00eentrist\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

\u00centunericul se vars\u0103-n vegetale<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd te ascunzi, nu-mi ie\u0219i \u00een cale,<\/p>\n

Inima mi-am pus pe culmea z\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

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Acolo \u00eengerii cad \u00een genunchi<\/p>\n

Din zborul lor pornit \u00eentre tornade,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 vad\u0103 cum intr\u0103m \u00een canonade<\/p>\n

T\u0103ind lumina p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een r\u0103runchi.<\/p>\n

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G\u0103sim \u00een ea copite pofticioase<\/p>\n

De-a c\u0103l\u0103ri \u0219i v\u00e2nturi dar \u0219i ploi<\/p>\n

S\u0103 te-aduc\u0103 dulce \u00eenapoi \u2013<\/p>\n

Floare \u00eentre florile frumoase.<\/p>\n

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Ne merit\u0103m o clip\u0103 de av\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u00centre \u00eentuneric \u0219i lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i-o m\u00e2n\u0103 de cenu\u0219\u0103 de sulfin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Sf\u00e2nt\u0103 amintire pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n

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Visul ce se pierde lent<\/p>\n

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Dorin\u0163a mea este un vis<\/p>\n

Pe-un bob de lacrim\u0103 aprins\u2026<\/p>\n

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Dorin\u0163a mea-i steaua ce fr\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

P\u00e2ine \u00een inima ce pl\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd steaua mea va r\u00e2de-n vis<\/p>\n

Vom arde-n ve\u015fnic foc nestins\u2026<\/p>\n

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Tu pur\u0103 floare, eu polen<\/p>\n

Ce\u00a0 r\u0103t\u0103cim sub cruci de lemn.<\/p>\n

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Se-nchin\u0103 via\u0163a, noi la ea<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd lacrima devine stea,<\/p>\n

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Tu inima ce-mi bate-n piept,<\/p>\n

Eu visul ce se pierde lent!<\/p>\n

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AM FOST LACRIMA BUCURIEI \u015eI A DURERII<\/p>\n

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Am fost lacrima bucuriei p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd am g\u00e2ngurit cu ochii \u021binti\u021bi c\u0103tre soare,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd am atins cu m\u00e2na o ginga\u0219\u0103 floare,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd am intrat \u00een codrul parfumului de tei.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Am fost lacrima bucuriei p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd am \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit buc\u0103\u021bica de p\u00e2ine<\/p>\n

Cu omul milostiv, c-o pas\u0103re \u0219i-un c\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd am citit pove\u0219ti cu oameni buni \u0219i r\u0103i.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Am fost \u0219i lacrima durerii p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mi-am l\u0103sat buchetul amintirilor acas\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i am plecat \u00een lumea divers\u0103, curioas\u0103,<\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi fac via\u021ba bun\u0103,-n credin\u021ba cu temei.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Am fost \u0219i lacrima durerii alor mei p\u0103rin\u021bi<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd suferin\u021ba mi-a cuprins trupul \u0219i anii,<\/p>\n

S\u0103n\u0103tatea am cump\u0103rat-o aiurea, cu banii,<\/p>\n

P\u0103cat, s\u00e2ngele \u0163ip\u0103 din raclele cu sfin\u021bi!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

OCHII POEZIEI<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ochii poeziei v\u0103d<\/p>\n

Universurile concentrice,<\/p>\n

Universurile tangente<\/p>\n

Prafului de inim\u0103<\/p>\n

Cu urme de ghete tocite<\/p>\n

De amintirile puse \u00een<\/p>\n

Manuscrisele<\/p>\n

\u00cenaintate spre aprobare<\/p>\n

Destinului cu barb\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00censc\u0103unat<\/p>\n

Pe propriile oase.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Un cal \u00eenh\u0103mat<\/p>\n

La respira\u021bia mea<\/p>\n

Toac\u0103 paie de lumini<\/p>\n

\u00centre din\u021bii plomba\u021bi<\/p>\n

Cu peni\u021be de ghea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ardoarea poeziei coboar\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00centre umerii aman\u021bilor<\/p>\n

Desc\u00e2nta\u021bi de nemurirea<\/p>\n

Nimfelor cu roiuri de fluturi \u00een ochi.<\/p>\n

Stomacul meu face indigestie<\/p>\n

De petale umplute<\/p>\n

Cu s\u0103ruturi eliptice,<\/p>\n

Rotitoare \u00een scaunul<\/p>\n

Propriilor oase!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

S-A \u00ceMBOLN\u0102VIT POEZIA<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

S-a \u00eemboln\u0103vit poezia omenirii,<\/p>\n

Respir\u0103 greoi,<\/p>\n

Are sput\u0103 \u00een litere,<\/p>\n

Tu\u0219e\u0219te pe buzele cititorului,<\/p>\n

Spatele \u00eei este coco\u0219at de silabe\u2026<\/p>\n

Abia o mai \u021bin aripile-n zbor,<\/p>\n

Picioarele metrice cad \u00een neant.<\/p>\n

Mi-e mil\u0103 de ochii pleca\u021bi \u00een lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

A\u0219a c\u0103 adun poezia omenirii<\/p>\n

\u00cen rani\u021ba ciuruit\u0103 a cerului<\/p>\n

\u0218i merg \u00een genunchi<\/p>\n

La vraciul universal.<\/p>\n

\u00cei ascult cuvintele ritmate,<\/p>\n

Cur\u0103\u021b izvodul \u00eencerc\u0103rilor,<\/p>\n

Adun flori de tei din pletele Escului,<\/p>\n

Le macin \u00een disperarea timpului<\/p>\n

\u0218trangulat de raze de Luceaf\u0103r,<\/p>\n

Fac pri\u0219ni\u021b\u0103 din colb poetic<\/p>\n

\u0218i o t\u0103m\u0103duiesc u\u0219or<\/p>\n

Cu epitete \u0219i metafore,<\/p>\n

Apoi,<\/p>\n

Pentru \u00eemplinirea zilei de m\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

\u00cemperechez rime femeie\u0219ti<\/p>\n

Cu rime b\u0103rb\u0103te\u0219ti<\/p>\n

\u0218i dup\u0103 o prelung\u0103 respira\u021bie<\/p>\n

Gur\u0103 la gur\u0103,<\/p>\n

Urechile se deschid,<\/p>\n

Inima revine \u00een poezia omenirii<\/p>\n

Ca un prunc g\u00e2ngurind<\/p>\n

La doni\u021ba cu lapte<\/p>\n

Din Constela\u021bia<\/p>\n

Coco\u0219at\u0103 de imagina\u021bie!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

PE OSIA TIMPULUI ADOARME CLEPSIDRA<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Noaptea leg\u0103nat\u0103 \u00een vise de stele<\/p>\n

A\u015faz\u0103 z\u00e2mbete \u00een icoana iubirii,<\/p>\n

Pe osia timpului adoarme clepsidra<\/p>\n

Cu inima-n nisipul desp\u0103r\u0163irii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pictez \u00een cer fereastra de departe<\/p>\n

Prin ea s\u0103 trec, conturul s\u0103-\u0163i ating,<\/p>\n

\u00cen mintea mea doar v\u00e2nturile bat<\/p>\n

Lumin\u00e2nd ecoul jertfei c\u00e2nd te strig.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Alearg\u0103 lumea-n jur, \u00a0o viper\u0103 viclean\u0103,<\/p>\n

Pe iarba nop\u0163ii visat\u0103 r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

Ar vrea s\u0103 rup\u0103 osul aripilor te\u015fite<\/p>\n

De-at\u00e2ta cuib f\u0103cut la mine-n g\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ne prindem \u00een s\u0103rut ca o clepsidr\u0103,<\/p>\n

Nisipul nostru e iubirea pur\u0103,<\/p>\n

Osia timpului e clipa fericirii<\/p>\n

Unde tandre\u0163ea o lacrim\u0103 ne fur\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00c2ND NIMENI N-ARE NEVOIE DE NIMENI<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd nimeni n-are nevoie de nimeni<\/p>\n

Ceasul universal se-neac\u0103 \u00een albastru,<\/p>\n

Zborul se opre\u015fte \u00een nisipul rece<\/p>\n

Pe creanga fumeg\u00e2nd\u0103-a unui astru.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dragostea-i nel\u0103murit\u0103 \u015fi-n altare<\/p>\n

Caut\u0103 atent\u0103 sfin\u0163irea clipei fericite,<\/p>\n

Suspinele s\u0103 ias\u0103 din inimi d\u0103r\u00e2mate,<\/p>\n

Din ne-nc\u0103p\u0103toare sui\u015furi r\u0103t\u0103cite.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd nimeni n-are nevoie de nimeni,<\/p>\n

Noaptea r\u0103suce\u015fte cheia-n u\u015fa rece,<\/p>\n

Lumina \u00eenvoielii doarme-n nesf\u00e2r\u015fite<\/p>\n

Simboluri \u00een care visul ademenit va trece.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Frigul se a\u015fterne \u00een muc de lum\u00e2nare,<\/p>\n

Palmele aripi de zbor imagineaz\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ne dosim cu totul \u00een \u00eencerc\u0103ri fiin\u0163a<\/p>\n

De-a aduce-n via\u0163\u0103 clipa ce vegheaz\u0103:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd nimeni n-are nevoie de nimeni<\/p>\n

Ceasul universal \u00eel ungem cu albastru,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu s-aud\u0103 zborul prin nisipul rece,<\/p>\n

Prin creanga fumeg\u00e2nd\u0103 a eului din astru.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

P\u0102CATE CONTEMPORANE<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sufletul meu coboar\u0103 \u00een izvorul cu stele albastre,<\/p>\n

\u00cemplete\u015fte raze imemoriale, \u00eembl\u00e2nze\u015fte astre,<\/p>\n

\u00cengroap\u0103 \u00een m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 al treilea r\u0103zboi mondial,<\/p>\n

\u00cenham\u0103 la un tun o celul\u0103 de nechezat de cal.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dintr-un p\u00e2ntec de rou\u0103\u00a0 treze\u015fte un ecou,<\/p>\n

O m\u00e2n\u0103 din h\u00e2rtie mototolit\u0103 are design-ul nou,<\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2ntul se \u00eembrac\u0103 \u00eentr-o str\u00e2mb\u0103 s\u0103rutare<\/p>\n

Pe o sticl\u0103 de ochelari\u00a0 cre\u015fte-o putred\u0103\u00a0 floare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A\u015ftept resurec\u0163ia pietrelor c\u0103zute din spa\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Unde \u00eengerii mor\u0163ii fac \u00een t\u0103m\u00e2i incanta\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2ntul se albe\u015fte la fa\u0163\u0103 de lovituri \u015fi de ur\u0103,<\/p>\n

Invazia catastrofei intr\u0103 pe u\u015f\u0103 cu oase \u00een gur\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103runtaiele ru\u015finii se-nal\u0163\u0103 \u00een noapte spre stele,<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndurile introspec\u0163iei pr\u0103pastiei devin\u00a0 rebele<\/p>\n

\u015ei-n praful saharian din care fac o mare m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103<\/p>\n

S-aud fluturii mor\u0163i cum pacea-n somn o strig\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se desface pielea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului \u00een haine \u00eempu\u0163ite,<\/p>\n

P\u0103catele contemporane\u00a0 au zboruri ascu\u0163ite<\/p>\n

\u015ei intr\u0103 unu-n altul ca ruinat\u0103 iedera \u00een noapte,<\/p>\n

\u00cen ocean de lacrimi lumea catastrofal se zbate!<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

STATUARE<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Deschide sufletul cu bl\u00e2nde\u021be,<\/p>\n

P\u0103trunde \u00een interiorul inimii,<\/p>\n

Caut\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103rile \u0219i r\u0103spunsurile<\/p>\n

Cu bisturiul luminii<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndurilor \u00eenflorite \u00een rou\u0103,<\/p>\n

Zide\u0219te \u00eencredere \u00een copacul iubirii,<\/p>\n

Neteze\u0219te aripile viselor<\/p>\n

Cu lumina razelor stelare,<\/p>\n

Pune fluturii \u00een fiecare z\u00e2mbet,<\/p>\n

\u00cenchide amintirea scrisului<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un sur\u00e2s,<\/p>\n

Paradisul toamnei va mirosi a bronz \u0219i rugin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ninsorile vor \u0219lefui argintul \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

\u00cencol\u0103ci\u021bi \u00een vorbe prelungi<\/p>\n

Vom statua flori de ghea\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe p\u0103l\u0103ria p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 \u00een drumul purtat de v\u00e2nturi<\/p>\n

De norii m\u0103cin\u00e2nd fulgere \u00een<\/p>\n

Moara hodorogit\u0103 a tr\u0103snetelor<\/p>\n

Ce cronc\u0103nesc \u00eentr-un stol<\/p>\n

Parfumat cu proaspete hoituri.<\/p>\n

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MOSCU Marin<\/strong>, scriitor, poet (membru al USR), n\u0103scut \u00een localitatea Gloduri (azi Izvoru-Berheciului), jud. Bac\u0103u, la 26 martie 1948. Stabilit la Ploscu\u0163eni, Vrancea. Profesor de matematic\u0103, actualmente pensionar. Volume publicate:<\/strong> \u201eC\u0103l\u0103re\u0163ul cu spatele gol\u201d (Editura \u201ePorto-Franco\u201d, Gala\u0163i,1995), \u201eGioconda din versuri\u201d (\u201eRevista V\u201d, Foc\u015fani, 2000), \u201ePas\u0103rea alb\u0103\u201d (Editura \u201eC\u0103l\u0103uza\u201d, Deva, 2001), \u201eCum se na\u015fte dragostea\u201d (Editura \u201eC\u0103l\u0103uza\u201d, Deva, 2003), \u201eMare de semne\u201d (Editura \u201eC\u0103l\u0103uza V.B\u201d. Deva , 2004), \u201eFo\u015fnetul eternit\u0103\u0163ii\u201d (Editura \u201eRafet\u201d, R\u00e2mnicu-S\u0103rat, 2006), \u201eStrig\u0103tul t\u0103cerii\u201d (Editura \u201eRafet\u201d, R\u00e2mnicu-S\u0103rat, 2008), \u201eCalea pustie\u201d (Editura \u201eRafet\u201d, R\u00e2mnicu-S\u0103rat, 2010), \u201eA deschis o floare ochii\u201d (Editura \u201eRafet\u201d, R\u00e2mnicu-S\u0103rat, 2011), \u201ePete de lumin\u0103 pe fereastra vie\u0163ii\u201d (\u201eEditgraph\u201d, Buz\u0103u, 2013), \u201eMiau, pisoiul din ograd\u0103\u201d (Editura \u201eeLiteratura\u201d, \u00a0Bucure\u015fti, 2014), \u201eDragonul cu sandale de p\u0103m\u00e2nt\u201d (\u201eEditgraph\u201d, Buz\u0103u, 2014), \u201ePas\u0103rea cu aripi fr\u00e2nte\u201d (\u201eTeocora\u201d, Buz\u0103u, 2015), \u201eClepsidra v\u00e2rtejului negru\u201d (\u201eeLiteratura\u201d, Bucure\u015fti, 2015), \u201eStatuia cu lacrimi\u201d (\u201eeLiteratura\u201d, Bucure\u015fti, 2015), \u201eTres\u0103riri\u201d (\u201eeLiteratura\u201d, Bucure\u015fti, 2015), \u201eGalaxia lebedelor negre\u201d (Editura ART Creativ, Bucure\u0219ti, 2017), \u201eMotanul \u00eenc\u0103l\u0163at cu flori\u201d (Editura PIM, Ia\u015fi, 2017). Premii: Marele premiu \u201eSalonul literar Dragosloveni\u201d (Foc\u015fani, 8-9 decembrie 1979), Premiul Revistei \u201eAntares\u201d pentru poezie (Gala\u0163i, 2008), Diploma de excelen\u0163\u0103 pentru \u00eentreaga\u00a0 activitate literar\u0103 \u015fi promovarea culturii vr\u00e2ncene \u00een spa\u0163iul buzoian (16 octombrie 2008), Premiul \u201eFlorica Cristoforeanu\u201d pentru volumul \u201eA deschis o floare ochii\u201d (Editura \u201eRafet\u201d \u015fi Asocia\u0163ia Cultural\u0103 Rena\u015fterea R\u00e2mnicean\u0103, R\u00e2mnicu-S\u0103rat, 2011), \u201ePremiul pentru un singur poem\u201d (acordat de Revista de Cultur\u0103 Antares, 2013), Premiului l (Festivalul Na\u0163ional de Crea\u0163ie “Vrancea literar\u0103”, 17 octombrie 2014)<\/p>\n

(George ROCA, Rexlibiris Media Group, Sydney, Australia, 10 decembrie 2017)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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