{"id":34280,"date":"2017-12-19T07:54:06","date_gmt":"2017-12-19T07:54:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=34280"},"modified":"2017-12-19T07:54:06","modified_gmt":"2017-12-19T07:54:06","slug":"valeriu-marius-ciungan-vremea-luminilor-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/12\/19\/valeriu-marius-ciungan-vremea-luminilor-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Valeriu Marius CIUNGAN: Vremea luminilor (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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azi nu am scris, uitasem s\u0103 mai scriu, o foaie alb\u0103, \u00eenceput de carte,<\/p>\n

slove-n\u0163elepte, cine m\u0103-nva\u0163\u0103 c\u00e2nd apari din \u00eentunerec<\/p>\n

ce e lumina \u015fi cine noaptea de lumin\u0103 o desparte<\/p>\n

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azi nu am scris, \u00een versuri lungi, cum ape-ntinse sunt albastr\u0103 zarea<\/p>\n

\u015fi-un r\u0103s\u0103rit \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri, fundal prin care treci adeseori t\u0103cut<\/p>\n

adeseori separ\u0103 cerul, marea<\/p>\n

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azi nu am scris, nici n-aveam cum, ie\u015feai frumos din ape, p\u0103\u015feai u\u015for, cele<\/p>\n

dint\u00e2i poteci pe care calci, p\u0103reau c\u0103 urc\u0103 \u00eenspre stele<\/p>\n

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azi nu am scris \u015fi astre mici c\u0103deau ca picuri de lumin\u0103, \u015foapte<\/p>\n

prindeam \u00een palme \u015fi le-aruncam \u2018napoi din leag\u0103n, ca\u00a0 picuri de lumin\u0103-n noapte<\/p>\n

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azi nu am scris,\u00a0 mic\u0103 siren\u0103, c\u00e2ntecul ce-l fredonezi vr\u0103jise universul<\/p>\n

\u015fi paseri albe \u00ee\u015fi iau sborul peste st\u00e2nci \u015fi \u015ferpuie\u015fti-nv\u0103\u0163\u00e2nd cum este mersul<\/p>\n

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azi nu am scris \u015fi m-am uitat \u00een jur, pe plaje albe, mii de semeni<\/p>\n

iubind,\u00a0 perechi de-ndr\u0103gosti\u0163i, plimb\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n\u0103, parc\u0103 gemeni<\/p>\n

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azi m\u0103-odihnesc,\u00a0 pu\u0163in\u0103 mi-e odihna, s\u0103 scriu despre iubire \u015fi trudesc<\/p>\n

ca-n prima zi, c\u00e2nd ap\u0103reai din noapte \u015fi d\u00e2re de lumin\u0103 urma o-nso\u0163esc<\/p>\n

\u015ftiai ce va urma, aveai un aer plictisit, nep\u0103s\u0103tor, firesc!<\/p>\n

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ANIMAL DE PRAD\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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sunt un frumos animal de prad\u0103, alene trec prin desi\u015furi \u015fi m\u0103 pierzi<\/p>\n

zv\u00e2cnesc,\u00a0 sunt \u00een mi\u015fcare tendoanele fosforescente,\u00a0 luminoase,\u00a0 oare<\/p>\n

de la nenum\u0103rate r\u0103s\u0103rituri, p\u00e2ndindu-le din ierburi nalte,\u00a0 verzi<\/p>\n

prinz\u00e2nd lumina-n gheare-n salturi \u00eencordate,\u00a0 arcuite c\u0103tre soare<\/p>\n

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sunt un frumos animal de prad\u0103, frumoas\u0103 prad\u0103 \u00een mi\u015fcare, vie,<\/p>\n

lumina m\u0103-a\u015fteapt\u0103 frem\u0103t\u00e2nd, adulmec\u0103 un dulce v\u00e2nt prevestitor de s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

p\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 prin ierburi nalte,\u00a0 verzi,\u00a0 se-a\u015fterne amurgul \u00een c\u00e2mpie<\/p>\n

\u015fi-o ghear\u0103 s\u00e2ngerie de lumin\u0103 m\u0103-ncol\u0163e\u015fte \u00een desi\u015furi, m\u0103 str\u0103punge!<\/p>\n

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

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a\u015f fi-nceput frumoasa poezie<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu \u00een versul urm\u0103tor<\/p>\n

cerneala, cum se-a\u015fterne din peni\u0163\u0103 \u015ftiu, dar nu \u015ftiu ce-o s\u0103 scrie<\/p>\n

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cerneala scade\u2013n c\u0103limar\u0103 ca vinul pus deoparte, cu sigiliu, e-nvechit\u0103<\/p>\n

ca timpul p\u0103r\u0103sit \u00een ceasul de perete, tresare \u00een aceea\u015fi baterie<\/p>\n

\u015fi moare \u015fi parc\u0103-nvie o clipit\u0103<\/p>\n

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creionul ce-o s\u0103 scrie? t\u0103ciune negru, lumin\u0103 din ad\u00e2ncuri<\/p>\n

lemn dulce, ros la cap\u0103t, c\u00eend inspira\u0163ia nu vine,<\/p>\n

\u00eenalt\u0103, svelt\u0103 siluet\u0103, t\u0103cut\u0103 umbr\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 printre r\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

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cum e s\u0103 scriu, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 scriu, s\u0103 scrie<\/p>\n

Altul pentru mine,\u00a0 s\u0103 m\u0103 supun\u0103, s\u0103 posede, s\u0103 ucid\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 mor pu\u0163in (s\u0103 v\u0103d cum e) s\u0103 mor frumos<\/p>\n

\u015fi-apoi s\u0103-nviu frumos \u00een poezie<\/p>\n

pentru poezie !<\/p>\n

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TU, CARTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Tu carte scris\u0103, \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00eentre c\u0103r\u0163i mai vechi, pe raft,<\/p>\n

Tu la\u015fi vocalele ca fluturi albi, cura\u0163i s\u0103 sboare, s\u0103 se-a\u015feze,<\/p>\n

pe degetul ar\u0103t\u0103tor ce-\u0163i \u00eenfioar\u0103 sveltul t\u0103u cotor,<\/p>\n

ce te alege \u015fi te-nclin\u0103,<\/p>\n

pe m\u00e2na binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103 ce te-aduce<\/p>\n

din \u00eentunerec la lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

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Voi pagini albe<\/p>\n

cu me\u015fte\u015fug\u00a0 legate-n ast\u0103 carte<\/p>\n

l\u0103sa\u0163i vocalele s\u0103 zboare, s\u0103 se-a\u015feze<\/p>\n

pe degetele albe, binecuv\u00e2ntate, mofturoase,<\/p>\n

ce v\u0103 abandoneaz\u0103 plictisite sub veioz\u0103,<\/p>\n

pe lemnul \u00een\u0163elept al noptiere-n noapte<\/p>\n

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Tu, carte scris\u0103<\/p>\n

(cinste cui te-a scris )<\/p>\n

cheam\u0103-\u0163i buchiile aflate-n zbor \u2018napoi<\/p>\n

\u00eembrac\u0103-\u0163i poeziile in alb \u015fi negru<\/p>\n

pune-le straiele pentru marea trecere<\/p>\n

anun\u0163\u0103 familia<\/p>\n

trupul t\u0103u<\/p>\n

trupul meu<\/p>\n

timpul t\u0103u<\/p>\n

timpul meu<\/p>\n

au trecut!<\/p>\n

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FLOARE DE\u00a0 TROTUAR<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u015fi nu s-a scris vreodat\u0103 despre ast\u0103 floare<\/p>\n

nemaiv\u0103zut\u0103 de poe\u0163ii filologi, la bibliotec\u0103, \u00een lecturi suplimentare<\/p>\n

\u0163\u00e2\u015fneau afar\u0103 cu cu pupile dilatate pip\u0103ind p\u0103m\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n

s\u0103 simt\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ritul r\u00e2nced, rece (\u015fi doare) dac\u0103 doare<\/p>\n

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adesea talpa grea de gum\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 floare trece<\/p>\n

c\u0103lc\u00e2iul str\u00e2mb de platfus trece l\u00e2ng\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi se-auzea-n periferii \u00eendep\u0103rtate sun\u00e2nd prelung albastru<\/p>\n

sirena orei \u015fapte, c\u00e2nd muncitorii merg la lucru prin r\u0103s\u0103ritu-albastru, rece<\/p>\n

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nu \u015ftim cine a s\u0103dit frumoasa floare de trotuar<\/p>\n

cum a r\u0103s\u0103rit ea \u00eentre dalele de piatr\u0103 perfect finisate,<\/p>\n

poate e sufletul \u00eentrupat al \u015fantierului str\u0103mutat \u00een \u00eendep\u0103rtatele periferii\u2026<\/p>\n

cine- o cre\u015fte,\u00a0 poate doar ploaia bunului Dumnezeu\u2026<\/p>\n

cine r\u0103spunde de fragilul ei destin, poate doar bunul administrator,<\/p>\n

poate eu<\/p>\n

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cum recitam abia \u015foptit unui tufi\u015f mai nou pe-aici, artizanal<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 o stea la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i,\u00a0 c\u0103zuse, \u00een noaptea-\u00een\u0163eleapt\u0103 emisfer\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 tr\u0103gea-ntr-o parte r\u0103s\u0103ritul<\/p>\n

man\u015feta ud\u0103 (rou\u0103, lacremi sau cerneal\u0103?)<\/p>\n

floarea de trotuar de la butonier\u0103!<\/p>\n

nu \u015ftim cine-o fi s\u0103dit acest tufi\u015f artizanal\u2026<\/p>\n

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

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p\u0103\u015fe\u015fti<\/p>\n

t\u0103cut<\/p>\n

cu talpa goal\u0103<\/p>\n

pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

treci prin gr\u00e2u<\/p>\n

cu poala alb\u0103<\/p>\n

ridicat\u0103<\/p>\n

ca prin r\u00e2u<\/p>\n

pe umeri<\/p>\n

pletele-\u0163i curg<\/p>\n

r\u00e2u<\/p>\n

curg spicele de gr\u00e2u<\/p>\n

te-a\u015fezi<\/p>\n

te ui\u0163i la cer<\/p>\n

\u015fi taci<\/p>\n

iar cerul este plin de maci<\/p>\n

\u015fi unduiesc<\/p>\n

\u00een jur<\/p>\n

lanuri de gr\u00e2u<\/p>\n

\u015fi tac<\/p>\n

te-a\u015fezi<\/p>\n

te ui\u0163i la cer<\/p>\n

\u015fi taci<\/p>\n

iar cerul este plin de maci!<\/p>\n

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LUMINILE ORA\u015eULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

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s-au aprins luminile ora\u015fului<\/p>\n

nostru provincial,\u00a0 lini\u015ftit,<\/p>\n

a\u015fezat \u00eentre dulci coline,<\/p>\n

t\u0103iat \u00een trei de r\u00e2u \u015fi calea ferat\u0103<\/p>\n

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gara e p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103<\/p>\n

sunt doar neoanele ce lumineaz\u0103<\/p>\n

prin plexicul alb numele ora\u015fului<\/p>\n

\u015fi luminile trenurilor ce ajung tot mai greu,<\/p>\n

mai rar,<\/p>\n

stau un minut<\/p>\n

\u015fi pleac\u0103<\/p>\n

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la case s-au aprins luminile din curte,\u00a0 focul \u00een sobe,<\/p>\n

oamenii se retrag f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103 la cina cea f\u0103r\u0103 tain\u0103<\/p>\n

e mai sigur cu cheia \u00eentoars\u0103 \u00een z\u0103vor \u015fi becul aprins<\/p>\n

se feresc de \u00eentuneric,<\/p>\n

\u00eentunericul absolut,\u00a0 perfect,\u00a0 \u00eel g\u0103se\u015fti \u00een t\u0103cerea<\/p>\n

anumitor pe\u015fteri,\u00a0 sau dup\u0103 moarte<\/p>\n

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cetatea medieval\u0103 e luminat\u0103 de jos \u00een sus<\/p>\n

cu puternice reflectoare<\/p>\n

turnul cu ceas se z\u0103re\u015fte din dep\u0103rtare<\/p>\n

str\u0103juie\u015fte o istorie f\u0103r\u0103 glorie<\/p>\n

\u00een vechile cet\u0103\u0163i fortificate transilv\u0103nene<\/p>\n

localnicii aveau c\u00e2te o c\u0103mar\u0103 cu acela\u015fi num\u0103r<\/p>\n

ca al casei,\u00a0 unde duceau la p\u0103strare sl\u0103nina \u015fi c\u00e2rna\u0163ii<\/p>\n

sacii de f\u0103in\u0103, organizarea era nem\u0163easc\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 cusur<\/p>\n

sf\u00e2nta biseric\u0103 din interior era \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de afum\u0103turi<\/p>\n

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ei nu erau cavaleri ai drept\u0103\u0163ii, nu luptau pentru glie,\u00a0 pentru credin\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

la cel mai mic atac se retr\u0103geau \u00een cetate<\/p>\n

cu tihna pe care \u0163i-o d\u0103 certitudinea \u00eenfr\u00e2ngerii<\/p>\n

\u015fi doctrina militar\u0103 defensiv\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi savurau preparatele de porc preg\u0103ti\u0163i din vreme<\/p>\n

pentru un asediu prelungit<\/p>\n

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nu avem metrou,\u00a0 trenuri subterane<\/p>\n

totu\u015fi \u00een funda\u0163iile de beton ale blocurilor sunt becuri aprinse<\/p>\n

iarna se trage vinul de pe drojdie \u015fi cu pu\u0163in sulf<\/p>\n

\u00een trei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni va fi perfect limpede<\/p>\n

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nu \u015ftiu de ce suntem altfel sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

mai s\u0103ritori,\u00a0 mai darnici,\u00a0 mai veseli<\/p>\n

lu\u0103m \u00een r\u00e2s lumea de dincolo \u015fi lumea de deasupra<\/p>\n

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iat\u0103 cum repet\u0103m cu o anumit\u0103 demnitate istoria<\/p>\n

acestui col\u0163 de \u0163ar\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentocmai vrednicilor nostri \u00eenainta\u015fi<\/p>\n

am pus damigenele de vin deoparte<\/p>\n

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poate lupta de afar\u0103<\/p>\n

va fi de durat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi via\u0163a ne va \u00eenvinge<\/p>\n

ca mai mereu!<\/p>\n

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IZVOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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sunt pe muchia lumii<\/p>\n

norii aceia mari , albi , pufo\u015fi, din zilele de var\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eemi scald\u0103 gleznele cu care am pornit<\/p>\n

c\u0103tre voi<\/p>\n

\u015fi \u00eei prefac \u00een izvoare<\/p>\n

cu care vin la voi<\/p>\n

s\u0103 v\u0103 ud p\u0103m\u00e2nturile<\/p>\n

s\u0103 v\u0103 \u00eencol\u0163esc gr\u00e2nele<\/p>\n

s\u0103 v\u0103 adap animalele<\/p>\n

iar lumina aceea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00eeind frun\u0163ile voastre ostenite<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte de asfin\u0163it<\/p>\n

privirea mea este<\/p>\n

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de aici v\u0103d cu acurate\u0163e cum s-au rupt primii tene\u015fi<\/p>\n

ai copilului t\u0103u<\/p>\n

\u015fi \u00eei iese degetul mare afar\u0103<\/p>\n

cum nu se leag\u0103 bine la \u015fireturi<\/p>\n

cum se \u00eempiedic\u0103 \u00eencerc\u00e2nd un dribling inutil<\/p>\n

cu gleznele poetului de la col\u0163ul str\u0103zii<\/p>\n

trudind sa ajung\u0103 la tine Doamne<\/p>\n

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lumina bl\u00e2nd\u0103 din privirea sa<\/p>\n

privirea mea este<\/p>\n

\u015fi se preface \u00een izvoare !<\/p>\n

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UN POET<\/strong><\/p>\n

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sunt un poet f\u0103r\u0103 memorie<\/p>\n

nici nu m\u0103 \u0163in,\u00a0 nici nu sunt de cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

nu am \u00een spate un trecut,\u00a0 false tratate de istorie<\/p>\n

nu am gustat din clipe dulci de glorie<\/p>\n

nu sunt \u015fi nu am numele de sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

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sunt un poet f\u0103r\u0103 viziune<\/p>\n

v\u0103d doar de-aproape, prin rame,<\/p>\n

lentila e strivit\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u00een balt\u0103 mi se-oglinde\u015fte frumuse\u0163ea<\/p>\n

presimt, \u00eemi amintesc eram frumos<\/p>\n

nu sunt \u015fi nu am numele de sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

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sunt un poet f\u0103r\u0103 identitate<\/p>\n

nu am aflat cine \u00eemi scrie poezia<\/p>\n

poate sunt Poezia eu , m\u0103 scrie alt Poet, e crunt<\/p>\n

s\u0103 umbli f\u0103r\u0103 vers \u00een libertate<\/p>\n

m\u0103 furi\u015fez cu umbre umezi pe sub stre\u015fini umezi<\/p>\n

nu sunt \u015fi nu am numele de sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

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sunt un poet f\u0103r\u0103 muz\u0103 ,\u00a0 f\u0103r\u0103 inspira\u0163ie<\/p>\n

\u015fi totu\u015fi simt cum prinde via\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

cum se ridic\u0103-u\u015for,\u00a0 cum plute\u015fte deasupra de p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

un abur s\u00e2ngeriu de \u00eenceput de lume<\/p>\n

nu sunt \u015fi nu am numele de sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

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\u015fi sunt frumos poet \u015fi m\u00e2ndru-n toate cele<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd nu m-aplec izbesc cu fruntea cerul<\/p>\n

bolta \u00eenalt\u0103 unde-a\u015f atinge lumina din cuv\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

nu sunt un sf\u00e2nt \u015fi nu am numele de sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

trec strada spre o alt\u0103 strad\u0103,\u00a0 am norii albi prelin\u015fi pe umeri<\/p>\n

\u015fi mai culeg c\u00e2te un \u00eenger ag\u0103\u0163at in plete blonde<\/p>\n

\u015fi \u00eel cobor \u00een palm\u0103 pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n

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\u00ceNGERUL DE SUB M\u00c2NEC\u0102\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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mi-a ap\u0103rut un \u00eenger pe m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n

a\u015fa cam de-o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n

ca o pat\u0103<\/p>\n

ca un chip de fat\u0103<\/p>\n

tr\u0103geam de m\u00e2nec\u0103 mai jos<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu-i vad\u0103 lumea<\/p>\n

chipul alb<\/p>\n

frumos<\/p>\n

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mi-a ap\u0103rut pe cealalt\u0103<\/p>\n

pe m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103<\/p>\n

un \u00eenger ca o pat\u0103<\/p>\n

ca un chip de fat\u0103<\/p>\n

tr\u0103geam de m\u00e2nec\u0103 mai jos<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu-i vad\u0103 lumea<\/p>\n

chipul alb<\/p>\n

frumos<\/p>\n

m\u0103 oprea lumea<\/p>\n

pe strad\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 f\u0103cea atent :<\/p>\n

\u0163i se vede \u00eengerul de sub m\u00e2nec\u0103<\/p>\n

indecent<\/p>\n

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tr\u0103geam de-o m\u00e2nec\u0103 mai jos<\/p>\n

se ridica cealalt\u0103<\/p>\n

pe m\u00e2n\u0103 dreapt\u0103<\/p>\n

aveam un \u00eenger<\/p>\n

ca un chip de fat\u0103 !<\/p>\n

———————————–<\/strong><\/p>\n

Valeriu Marius CIUNGAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Media\u015f, decembrie 2017<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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