{"id":34566,"date":"2018-01-04T10:19:01","date_gmt":"2018-01-04T10:19:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=34566"},"modified":"2018-01-04T10:21:08","modified_gmt":"2018-01-04T10:21:08","slug":"viorel-birtu-piraianu-cuvinte-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/01\/04\/viorel-birtu-piraianu-cuvinte-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Viorel Birtu-P\u00eer\u0103ianu: Cuvinte (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>CUVINTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong>
\nm\u00e2inile au albit
\n\u00eentre pietrele timpului
\nrisipind cuvintele pe o scar\u0103
\nnu urc\u0103, doar coboar\u0103
\nperpendicular pe umbra sufletului
\nt\u0103cut p\u0103\u0219esc peste maluri
\njos, aprige valuri se sparg
\ng\u00e2nduri m\u0103 \u00eempresoar\u0103
\n\u00een v\u00e2rtejul anilor pierdu\u021bi
\n\u00een fa\u021b\u0103 infinitul, nu l-am \u00eent\u00eelnit, nici el
\natunci am \u00een\u021beles
\neram singur cu g\u00e2ndul, cu timpul, cu iarna
\nmai aveam doar un mald\u0103r de g\u00e2nduri
\npe coli scrijelite cu lacrimi
\nnoaptea vorbesc \u00eentre ele
\nuitasem s\u0103 le \u00eenchid \u00een sertarul cu amintiri
\nafar\u0103 ninge, e z\u0103pad\u0103
\nsunt stropi de suflet
\nc\u0103zu\u021bi pe alei
\naleile sufletului \u00een taina p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\npe drum, pomii goi, \u021bip\u0103
\ne frig \u0219i e iarn\u0103 \u00een noi
\neu scriu \u0219i at\u00e2t
\ndeparte, pasul curge alegoric \u00een timp
\npe mas\u0103, literele au \u00eenceput s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

CHEMAREA<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong>
\npe \u021b\u0103rm
\nun trup nud de fecioar\u0103
\nbuzele ardeau
\na fl\u0103c\u0103r\u0103 aprins\u0103
\npleoapele suspinau pe arcu\u0219 de vioar\u0103
\nsuav\u0103 te unduiai peste ape
\np\u0103\u0219eai apoi \u00een mers felin pe nisipul fierbinte
\nm\u00e2inile se \u00eempleteau \u00een raze de soare
\ndin ochii, dou\u0103 rubine, curgeau amintiri
\n\u0219opteai, poate…
\nofff, era clipa d\u0103ruirii totale
\nte prindeam, te cuprindeam,
\ntu fugeai, m\u0103 chemai, m\u0103 alungai
\nte zbenguiai fecioar\u0103 \u00een zare
\npe trup se scurgea nisipul ultimei clepsidre
\nr\u0103scolind taine ascunse \u00een privirea dint\u00e2i
\nbuzele ardeau mai departe
\nera chemarea \u00een altarul privirii<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

<\/strong>
\nsunt trist \u0219i gol
\n\u00een ast\u0103 lume seac\u0103
\nplecam pu\u021bin pe ultimul meleag
\n\u0219i doar amurgul trist m\u0103 a\u0219teapta \u00een prag<\/p>\n

\u00eemi era iar\u0103\u0219i dor
\nde marea mea albastr\u0103
\nadie sufletul a \u00eentins\u0103 zare
\nce dulce e chemarea celui drag<\/p>\n

m\u0103 oglindesc \u00eentre g\u00e2nduri \u0219i p\u0103cate
\nam scris \u00een respira\u021bii repetate
\nam s\u0103rutat femei
\npe aleile de tei
\n\u0219i am iubit apoi femeia \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103
\npe o paji\u0219te de flori, \u00eenmiresmat\u0103<\/p>\n

fo\u0219nesc \u00een dep\u0103rtare z\u0103ri
\npe dealuri tulnicul mai sun\u0103
\ne clipa tainicelor demoni
\ncobor la tine, doar o dat\u0103<\/p>\n

m\u0103 vei primi pe buzele t\u0103cerii
\npe s\u00e2ni \u00ee\u021bi voi a\u0219terne ghirlande de amor
\nte \u00eenfiori ca prima dat\u0103 \u00een s\u0103rutarea ultimului b\u0103rbat
\nce a iubit femeia doar o dat\u0103<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

AMURG<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong>
\ne sear\u0103, e t\u00e2rziu \u0219i e iarn\u0103
\ncopacii pl\u00e2ng goi printre noi
\n\u00eend\u0103r\u0103tul timpului
\nascult clipocitul g\u00e2ndurilor
\nse zbate apusul pe ape
\no cioc\u00e2rlie se love\u0219te de fruntea cerului
\ndeparte, un suflet apune
\nca o pas\u0103re r\u0103nit\u0103 \u00een cuib
\nlumina atinge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i \u021bip\u0103
\ndanseaz\u0103 raze de lun\u0103 \u00een ape
\natunci am rostit, poate…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ULTIMUL G\u00c2ND<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong>
\nsub g\u00e2nduri despletite
\ntrecea un om
\nun trubadur stingher pe \u021b\u0103rmul lumii
\nduc\u00e2nd \u00een spate
\npovara unui veac
\npierdut, trecut, uitat
\nardea \u00een valea neagr\u0103 ultimul lui g\u00e2nd
\ne foc \u0219i jar \u00een vatr\u0103
\npl\u00e2ng mestecenii \u0219i plopii
\nsub \u021bip\u0103tul scrumului r\u0103mas
\na mai trecut alt veac, bolnav \u0219i el ca cel\u0103lalt
\nmai zg\u00e2rie c\u00e2mpia nud\u0103, o ciut\u0103
\ncu ochii lacrim\u0103 spre cer
\nmai trece un glon\u021b murdar de g\u00e2nduri
\nmai latr\u0103 un c\u00e2ine \u00een curtea str\u0103bun\u0103
\nce trist este drumul
\nf\u0103r\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt de bun r\u0103mas<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

PESC\u0102RU\u0218UL<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong>
\nm-am trezit pe buzele tale, \u00een zori
\ns\u0103rutam orizontul prin oaze de suflet
\npurtam dorul ultimului s\u0103rut
\nc\u0103utam inimi \u00een noi
\nnoi, doi nebuni, frumo\u0219i \u0219i trec\u0103tori
\ndescul\u021bi de g\u00e2nduri
\nne aruncam \u00een valuri
\ngoi de lume, de dureri, de p\u0103cate
\nc\u00e2ntam sub clar de lun\u0103
\nbalada ultimului veac
\nploua iubire peste s\u00e2nii t\u0103i
\nte \u00eenveleam cu buzele iubirii
\ndar \u00eentr-o zi
\ntu ai plecat spre alte z\u0103ri
\neu am r\u0103mas s\u0103 zbor
\nun zbor spre nic\u0103ieri
\nsunt pesc\u0103rus singuratic pe cer<\/p>\n

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Viorel Birtu-P\u00eer\u0103ianu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Constan\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n

4 ianuarie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

CUVINTE m\u00e2inile au albit \u00eentre pietrele timpului risipind cuvintele pe o scar\u0103 nu urc\u0103, doar coboar\u0103 perpendicular pe umbra sufletului [&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-34566","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34566","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=34566"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34566\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34569,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34566\/revisions\/34569"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34566"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34566"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}