{"id":35609,"date":"2018-02-06T19:02:21","date_gmt":"2018-02-06T19:02:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=35609"},"modified":"2018-02-06T19:18:34","modified_gmt":"2018-02-06T19:18:34","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-timpul-meu-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/02\/06\/anna-nora-rotaru-timpul-meu-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Timpul meu…(poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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SECET\u0102 MAI CURGE UN FIRICEL DE R\u00c2U de Anna-Nora Rotaru<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

(pictur\u0103 personal\u0103 pe p\u00e2nz\u0103 \u00een ulei dimensiuni 110x90cm), <\/em><\/p>\n

din volumul de picturi \u0219i poezii ,,UT PICTURA POESIS”<\/em><\/p>\n

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SUFLUL TIMPURILOR TRECUTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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M-am \u00eentors s\u0103-mi v\u0103d satul de-odinioar\u0103,
\n\u00cen minte mi-a r\u0103mas precum era-n copil\u0103rie…
\nC\u00e2nd l-am l\u0103sat, micu\u021b\u0103, privind ultima oar\u0103,
\n\u00cen urma mea, cu suflet fr\u00e2nt \u0219i inim\u0103 s\u0103 doar\u0103,
\n\u0218tiam, c\u0103 poate n-oi mai p\u0103\u0219i pe-aceast\u0103 glie
\n\u0218i m\u0103 sim\u021beam c\u0103lug\u0103r \u00een chilie…<\/p>\n

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Luasem cu mine o valijoar\u0103 plin\u0103 de-amintiri,
\nCu frumuse\u021bi, cum parc\u0103 nic\u0103ierea nu g\u0103se\u0219ti…
\nCu iazul, jocuri de copii, la gura vetrei povestiri,
\nR\u00e2ul, ce volburos trecea, prin p\u0103dure r\u0103t\u0103ciri…
\nO lume-ntreag\u0103, cuprins\u0103 \u00een visul ce-l dose\u0219ti,
\nCa mai t\u00e2rziu s\u0103-\u021bi aminte\u0219ti…<\/p>\n

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Dar, m-am \u00eentors, dup\u0103 ani \u0219i mare drum,
\nS\u0103-mi caut pa\u0219ii cu t\u0103lpile micu\u021be \u00een \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103…
\nEmo\u021bia din piept \u00eencerc cu m\u00e2na s-o sugrum,
\nDe team\u0103 s\u0103 nu-nt\u00e2lnesc de\u0219ert, ruini \u0219i scrum,
\nSim\u021bind c\u0103 parc\u0103 ceva m-atrage \u0219i m\u0103-nfr\u00e2n\u0103….
\nEcoul mumei ce-mi \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103…<\/p>\n

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D\u0103r\u0103p\u0103nat\u0103-i casa, pridvorul n-are sc\u0103ri s\u0103 urci,
\nScorojite-s ferestrele, cu sc\u00e2nduri-nchise ermetic…
\nPrin buruieni, c\u0103zut \u0219i putrezit e gardul din uluci,
\nP\u00e2ndesc parc\u0103 ai mei, pe dup\u0103 col\u021buri ca n\u0103luci,
\nT\u0103cerea mortuar\u0103 rup\u00e2nd-o un corb bezmetic,
\n\u021aip\u00e2nd \u00een gol, profetic…<\/p>\n

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Unde-i copil\u0103ria mea ? Ce repede a mai trecut…
\nS-au \u00eenvelit p\u0103rin\u021bii cu \u021b\u0103rn\u0103 \u0219i promoroac\u0103…
\nUnde fugit-au anii ? C\u0103 repede-am mai crescut,
\nTimpul ne-a c\u0103lcat de-a valma \u0219i ne-a \u00eentrecut…
\nCe n-a\u0219 da s\u0103 sar iar cu picioarele-n b\u0103ltoac\u0103,
\nFluier\u00e2nd copii la joac\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Mi-e dor de lunca unde ne jucam pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 r\u0103u,
\nDe mama, de tat\u0103, de bunic\u0103, tare mi-este dor…
\nDe cr\u00e2nguri \u0219i p\u0103duri, de lanurile verzi de gr\u00e2u,
\nUnde-alerg\u0103m, f\u0103r\u0103 ca nimeni s\u0103 ne pun\u0103 fr\u00e2u,
\nDe cas\u0103, cu gutuile-n ferestre, miresme la cuptor,
\nAzi… fiind r\u0103t\u0103citul trec\u0103tor…<\/p>\n

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Sub colbul vremii \u00eemi stau tr\u0103irile cernite-n vraf,
\nAcoperite-n voaluri negre \u0219i c-un de jale c\u00e2nt…
\nPe mine m-a\u0219teptau s\u0103 le mai \u0219terg de praf,
\nS\u0103 mai pun vreo crizantem\u0103 peste epitaf,
\nDin hrube s\u0103 le scot \u0219i t\u0103cerea de morm\u00e2nt,
\nMinutelor d\u00e2nd via\u021b\u0103 prin cuv\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

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TIMPUL MEU E \u0218I AL T\u0102U<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Un cadou a\u0219 vrea s\u0103-\u021bi fac de ziua ta
\n\u0218i, m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc, ce poate \u021bi-ar pl\u0103cea mai mult…
\nC\u0103 \u0219tiu, c\u0103 tot ce-i mai frumos pe lume-ai merita,
\nDin toate \u00eens\u0103, eu, un singur lucru-a\u0219 c\u0103uta,
\nNu-i prin magazine sau printr-al vitrinelor tumult,
\nE-n clipa ce-o ascult…<\/p>\n

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E-n hoarda Timpului, fuge juc\u0103u\u0219\u0103 d\u00e2nd n\u0103val\u0103,
\nSe zbenguie\u0219te, r\u00e2de c\u00e2nd o-ntreb unde ne duce…
\nNe \u00eenso\u021be\u0219te-ntotdeauna, ne \u00eentrece ca rival\u0103,
\nLa bucurii, necaz, ne pune-ntre ciocan \u0219i nicoval\u0103
\n\u0218i, chiar la erori, de multe ori ne poate induce,
\nC\u00e2nd vorba-i dulce ne seduce…<\/p>\n

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Eu, Timpul cu clipele mele \u021bi-oi aduce-n dar,
\nC\u0103 am credin\u021ba c\u0103-i cel mai de pre\u021b \u00een lume…
\nPe fiecare fil\u0103 ce-am s\u0103 rup din calendar,
\nVoi scrie cu mari litere, aurite, de tipar,
\nC\u0103 te-oi iubi cu un cuv\u00e2nt ce n-are nume,
\nUnul, pentru tine anume…<\/p>\n

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Timp \u021bi-oi da ca s\u0103-\u021bi privesc dulce f\u0103ptura,
\n\u00cen ochi s\u0103-\u021bi caut umbra ce te poate fr\u0103m\u00e2nta…
\n\u021ai-oi netezi de orice griji pe frunte s\u0103p\u0103tura,
\nVoi alunga tot ce-\u021bi poate umbri c\u0103ut\u0103tura,
\nLa negrul g\u00e2nd ce te-ar putea \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nta,
\nScut am s\u0103-\u021bi fiu \u0219i voi lupta…<\/p>\n

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Cu Timpul meu, grij\u0103 s\u0103 am, gata de salt,
\nS\u0103-nl\u0103tur bolovani din cale \u0219i s-o batucesc…
\nS\u0103-\u021bi ascult fiece cuv\u00e2nt al t\u0103u \u0219i s\u0103 tresalt,
\nS\u0103 te-n\u021beleg, s\u0103 m\u0103-n\u021belegi, s\u0103 m\u0103 exalt,
\n\u00cen ochii t\u0103i s\u0103 fiu ca diamant, s\u0103 str\u0103lucesc
\n\u0218i, visele s\u0103-\u021bi t\u0103lm\u0103cesc…<\/p>\n

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Pu\u021bin e oare s\u0103-\u021bi pot oferi din al meu Timp,
\nC\u00e2nd mul\u021bi sunt cei ce nu vor nici s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ?
\nC\u00e2nd, pe furi\u0219, doar \u00ee\u021bi arunc\u0103 o privire \u00een r\u0103stimp ?
\nC\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 ei nu \u00een\u021belegi schimbare de-anotimp ?
\nC\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi ofer\u0103 ore, zile, luni, ceva ani s\u0103 te culeag\u0103
\n\u0218i eu \u00ee\u021bi dau o via\u021b\u0103-ntreag\u0103 ?<\/p>\n

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PIC\u0102TURI DE SUFLET<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Clipa vine, clipa trece,
\nSufletul \u021bi-i mic, hoinar,
\nPeregrin prin noaptea rece…
\nTo\u021bi \u00een grab\u0103 vor s\u0103 plece,
\nSpre-un popas f\u0103r\u0103 hotar,<\/p>\n

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Dar nu prinzi m\u0103car de veste,
\nC\u0103 nicic\u00e2nd timpul nu iart\u0103…
\nNu \u0219tii dragostea cum este,
\nNu ascul\u021bi nicio poveste…
\nSingur stai \u0219i pus pe ceart\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Ochii nu-\u021bi arunci \u00een jur,
\nCum fug zilele-\u021bi senine…
\nCrezi c\u0103-i soare-n abajur,
\nN-ai pe nimeni \u00eemprejur,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi spun\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt de bine !<\/p>\n

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Inima, n-ai timp s-ascul\u021bi,
\nNu mai \u0219tii ce e dreptate…
\nNu te-apleci la cei descul\u021bi,
\nDoar \u00ee\u021bi pas\u0103 s\u0103 te-nfrup\u021bi…
\nN-ai regret \u0219i bun\u0103tate !<\/p>\n

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Clipa trece trece, clipa vine…
\nCaut\u0103-\u021bi \u00een suflet pace…
\nAi uitat chiar \u0219i de tine
\n\u0218i de suflete vecine…
\nTe ascunzi \u00een carapace !<\/p>\n

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Nu sim\u021bi dorul s\u0103 te-mpung\u0103
\n\u0218i s\u0103 smulgi vechea cortin\u0103…
\nC\u0103 via\u021ba nu e-ndelung\u0103,
\nFuge Harul s\u0103 te-ajung\u0103,
\nS\u0103 te scoat\u0103 din vitrin\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Eu vreau via\u021ba s\u0103 mi-o schimb…
\nV\u0103d cum zilnic ne-ofilim…
\nVreau spre astre s\u0103 m\u0103 plimb,
\nCunun\u0103 s\u0103-mi fac cu nimb,
\nPe t\u0103r\u00e2mul sf\u00e2nt, sublim,<\/p>\n

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\u0218i anii trec, f\u0103r\u0103 habar
\n\u0218i-s s\u0103tul\u0103 s\u0103 tot s\u00e2nger…
\nPic\u0103turi de chihlimbar,
\nAurind al meu cuibar,
\nS\u0103 \u00eemi fac\u0103 nimb de \u00cenger !<\/p>\n

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MICUL MEU PARADIS<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen jur, cu cret\u0103 mi-am desenat un cerc
\n\u0218i-am s\u0103pat ad\u00e2nc, s\u0103 fie \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na mai puhav\u0103…
\nC\u0103-mi vreau un univers al meu, micu\u021b s\u0103-ncerc,
\nUnul rotund, \u00eenchis la nepofti\u021bi… nu semicerc,
\nS\u0103 s\u0103desc vise \u0219i speran\u021be, r\u0103s\u0103rind dumbrav\u0103,
\nPeste ruine-n buruieni \u0219i lav\u0103…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i r\u00e2uri voi face, cu ape repezi, curg\u0103toare,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 scufund \u00een ele, din nou s\u0103 m\u0103 botez…
\nC\u00e2nd luna-i plin\u0103, s\u0103-mi vin-acele trei ursitoare
\n\u0218i, de n-or vrea, s\u0103 vina m\u0103car vreo vr\u0103jitoare,
\nCu magice formule s\u0103 m\u0103 fac\u0103-n via\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 cutez,
\nBucuria g\u0103sind de m\u0103-ntristez…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-un cer al meu s\u0103 fac, serii s\u0103-i implantez,
\nDoar pentru mine, Luna cu astrele str\u0103lucitoare…
\nNop\u021bile-n t\u0103ceri ap\u0103s\u0103toare, un pic s\u0103 le scurtez,
\nS\u0103-mi vin\u0103 Soarele la mas\u0103, cu el s\u0103 m-osp\u0103tez,
\nLa mine s\u0103 se-ntoarca stol de p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare,
\nViet\u0103\u021bile sc\u0103p\u00e2nd de v\u00e2n\u0103toare…<\/p>\n

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Timpul \u00eel voi scoate din al meu mic univers…
\nClepsidre, orologii, acolo, n-or fi ca s\u0103 m\u0103soare
\nClipele, sub Sf\u00e2ntul Ochi, ce se scurgeau pervers…
\nDrumul meu spre Nic\u0103ieri, pustiu mi-era \u0219i \u0219ters,
\nUn Nimeni r\u0103t\u0103cit, pe Niciunde, Nicic\u00e2nd, o eroare,
\nA\u0219tept\u00e2nd minunea s\u0103 coboare…<\/p>\n

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Drumuri voi schimba, visele, memorii \u00eenvechite,
\nPalate ruinate-n b\u0103l\u0103rii, str\u0103juind iubiri corupte,
\nP\u0103str\u00e2ndu-le pe cele pure, \u00een cuiburi de r\u0103chite,
\nPan’ ce puternice vor cre\u0219te, ca nimeni s\u0103 le-nghite,
\nUn templu \u00eenal\u021b\u00e2nd spre cer, pe st\u00e2ncile abrupte,
\nNici Zmeu din ele s\u0103 se-nfrupte…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i, c\u00e2nd \u00eemi voi schimba \u00eenvechita vie\u021bii hain\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd lacrima voi \u00eencuia, cea de jale \u0219i de pl\u00e2ngeri,
\n\u00cen Micul Paradis al meu, cu armonia cea mai fain\u0103,
\nVoi pune-o mas\u0103 lung\u0103, o alt\u0103 “Cina cea de taina”,
\n\u0218i-oi asculta doar line c\u00e2nturi de p\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i de \u00eengeri,
\nDe dureri uit\u00e2nd \u0219i-nfr\u00e2ngeri…<\/p>\n

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Anna-Nora ROTARU <\/strong><\/p>\n

Atena, Grecia<\/strong><\/p>\n

6 februarie, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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SECET\u0102 MAI CURGE UN FIRICEL DE R\u00c2U de Anna-Nora Rotaru (pictur\u0103 personal\u0103 pe p\u00e2nz\u0103 \u00een ulei dimensiuni 110x90cm), din volumul [&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-35609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35609","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=35609"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35612,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35609\/revisions\/35612"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}