{"id":35717,"date":"2018-02-10T07:55:15","date_gmt":"2018-02-10T07:55:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=35717"},"modified":"2018-02-10T07:55:15","modified_gmt":"2018-02-10T07:55:15","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-nostalgii-de-primavara","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/02\/10\/anna-nora-rotaru-nostalgii-de-primavara\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Nostalgii de prim\u0103var\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

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,,DUP\u0102 FURTUN\u0102, CURCUBEUL<\/strong>\u201d de Anna-Nora Rotaru<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

pictur\u0103 personal\u0103 pe p\u00e2nz\u0103, \u00een ulei, <\/em><\/p>\n

(dimensiuni 120 x 90 cm), <\/em><\/p>\n

din volumul de picturi \u0219i poezii \u00a0,,UT PICTURA POESIS\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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VERDELE\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Verdele\u2026 e prim\u0103vara-n izbucniri de clorofil\u0103\u2026
\n\u00cen muguri, ce \u0163\u00e2\u015fnind plesnesc pe ram\u2026
\n\u00cen frunza de sub brum\u0103, timid\u0103 \u015fi fragil\u0103,
\nDe soare alintat\u0103, ascult\u00e2nd febril\u0103,
\n\u201dOda bucuriei \u201e-n s\u0103rb\u0103toare, ca la hram !<\/p>\n

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Verdele\u2026 e-al speran\u0163ei, \u00eendrum\u0103toare-n via\u0163\u0103\u2026
\nAl\u2026 mucegaiului, ce-orice-atinge putreze\u015fte\u2026
\nAl \u201diederii\u201d, t\u00e2njind la cer lumina, se-aga\u0163\u0103,
\nDe tot ce-i la-ndem\u00e2n\u0103, \u00eenalt, chiar fort\u0103rea\u0163\u0103
\n\u015ei-al trifoiului, ce\u2026 chipurile norocul \u0163i-l treze\u015fte\u2026<\/p>\n

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Al lucernei \u015fi-al buruienilor, ce cresc pe glie\u2026
\nAl brazilor, ce-ntind spre cer v\u00e2rfuri avide\u2026
\nAl crudit\u0103\u0163ilor, ce din\u0163ii-\u0163i strepezeau-n copil\u0103rie,
\nAl scaie\u0163ilor, ce-\u0163i zg\u00e2riau gleznele prin b\u0103l\u0103rie
\n\u015ei-al muschiului, din locurile umbroase \u015fi aride\u2026<\/p>\n

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Verdele\u2026 e-al tinere\u0163ii ce te prive\u015fte-n fa\u0163\u0103\u2026
\nAl gr\u00e2nelor, din lanurile-ntinse-n luna mai\u2026
\nAl visurilor, ce-n noapte-ad\u00e2nc\u0103 te \u00eenha\u0163\u0103,
\nCa firul de lumin\u0103 s\u0103-l g\u0103se\u015fti, te-nva\u0163\u0103,
\nS\u0103 sal\u0163i \u00een zboruri, pe coamele de cai\u2026<\/p>\n

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E\u2026 \u015fi-al minciunii spuse cu ipocrizie\u2026
\nAl geloziei, umpl\u00e2ndu-te de-am\u0103r\u0103ciune\u2026
\nAl \u015ferpilor venin, ce-\u0163i produc paralizie,
\nAl m\u0103rii furtunoase, \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri c\u00e2nd te-mbie,
\nAl\u2026 mla\u015ftinei, b\u0103l\u0163ilor cu miros de mort\u0103ciune\u2026<\/p>\n

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Dar\u2026 e \u015fi-n ochii mei, plini \u00eenc\u0103 de speran\u0163\u0103\u2026
\nAl libelulei, cr\u0103ias\u0103 mic\u0103, oglindit\u0103-n ap\u0103\u2026
\nM\u0103 prind \u00een zbor cu ea, plin\u0103 de cutezan\u0163\u0103,
\nCa Verde s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n, \u00een ultim\u0103 instan\u0163\u0103,
\nDar\u2026 nu l\u0103cust\u0103, ce-n seva lumii se adap\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

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ECOURI DE BALAD\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pe-un alt t\u0103r\u00e2m, \u00eendep\u0103rtat, a r\u0103mas copil\u0103ria,
\nCu verdele p\u0103durii de stejar \u015fi albastr\u0103 zarea\u2026
\nMi-a-ncremenit pe scoar\u0163\u0103 z\u00e2mbetul \u015fi bucuria,
\nS-a a\u015fterne colbul pe c\u0103r\u0103ri de vis \u015fi-uitarea !<\/p>\n

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Acolo, la u\u015fa min\u0163ii-mi bat g\u00e2nduri, se perind\u0103,
\nC\u0103 vor s\u0103 \u00eemi trezeasc\u0103 \u015firaguri de-amintiri\u2026
\nO undi\u0163a \u00een timp arunc, sper\u00e2nd s\u0103 prind\u0103,
\nCuvinte, fraze, tr\u0103iri dulci de-atunci, sim\u0163iri !<\/p>\n

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Mai vreau s\u0103 colind prin b\u0103l\u0163i \u015fi prin h\u00e2rtoape,
\nFluier\u00e2nd vreo doin\u0103, s\u0103 cobor pe ulicioar\u0103\u2026
\nP\u0103rin\u0163ii s\u0103-mi rev\u0103d, s\u0103-i simt iar\u0103\u015fi aproape,
\nDestinul s\u0103-l \u00eempiedic, s\u0103 nu-i las s\u0103 moar\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Mai vreau s\u0103-mi v\u0103d prietenii, ce-am iubit,
\nStrigandu-i, s\u0103 ne fug\u0103rim \u015fi s\u0103 ne prindem\u2026
\nS\u0103 rev\u0103d castelele din lut, ce-mpreun\u0103 am zidit,
\n\u015ei-n felinare din dovleci, lum\u00e2n\u0103ri s-aprindem !<\/p>\n

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Mi-e dor \u015fi de-ntinsele lanuri, aurii, de gr\u00e2u,
\nDe sperietorile, s-alunge poate c\u00e2te-o cioar\u0103\u2026
\nDe sc\u0103ldat, cu r\u00e2sete voioase, \u00een volburos p\u00e2r\u00e2u,
\nD-expedi\u0163ii pe coclauri, c\u00e2nd c\u0103utam comoar\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 mistuie dor nebun \u015fi m\u0103 cuprinde-o team\u0103,
\nC\u0103-n gr\u0103dina sufletului cu miresmele de crini,
\nMi-au trecut gr\u0103mad\u0103 anii, neb\u0103g\u00e2nd de seama,
\nC\u0103-n copil\u0103ria-mi verde, au r\u0103s\u0103rit ciulini !<\/p>\n

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De nucul nostru, at\u00e2rn\u0103 fr\u00e2nghia din scr\u00e2nciob,
\nDovad\u0103, c\u0103-n goan\u0103 ne-au trecut anii haini\u2026
\n\u00cemi oglindesc, azi, vestejita-mi privire-ntr-un ciob
\n\u015ei-mi v\u0103d cununa de roze, c\u0103-i uscat\u0103 \u015fi cu spini\u2026<\/p>\n

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C\u0102UT\u00c2ND ORIUNDE\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cade seara peste-ora\u015ful parc\u0103 gol \u015fi amor\u0163it\u2026
\nSe prelinge peste case, prin gr\u0103dini \u015fi peste drum\u2026
\nMai despic\u0103 ceru-albastru c\u00e2te-un fulger asmu\u0163it,
\nDe m\u00e2nia ploii crunte \u015fi de v\u00e2ntul r\u0103zle\u0163it,
\nPrintre crengi \u015fi printre frunze r\u0103v\u0103\u015fite \u00een duium,
\nR\u0103sp\u00e2ndind fiori, parfum\u2026<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 duc pa\u015fii \u00een ne\u015ftire peste umedul asfalt,
\nArunc\u00e2nd priviri fugare, poate v\u0103d vreun trec\u0103tor\u2026
\nNu m\u0103 las\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 ploaia cu s\u0103ge\u0163ile-i de smalt,
\nDoar statuia-n\u0163epenit\u0103-n piedestalu-i de bazalt,
\nM\u0103 prive\u015fte cu triste\u0163e pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd parc\u0103-nceti\u015for,
\nVis\u00e2nd pasu-mi trec\u0103tor\u2026<\/p>\n

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Tot mai mult s-a\u015fterne noaptea peste arborii din parc\u2026
\nDes clipind, somnoroase felinare las-o d\u00e2r\u0103 ruginie\u2026
\nPrin coroanele deasupr\u0103-mi-ngem\u0103nate \u00eentr-un arc,
\nPicur\u0103 lacrimi \u015fuvoaie de la nori sc\u0103pa\u0163i din \u0163arc,
\nClipocind, r\u00e2ule\u0163e \u015fi b\u0103ltoace fac \u00een huma cafenie,
\nIar \u00een ceruri\u2026 simfonie\u2026<\/p>\n

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Doar un c\u00e2ine vagabond trece drumul spre Oriunde,
\n\u015ei el singur ca \u015fi mine cu ochi pl\u00e2n\u015fi \u00een rug\u0103minte\u2026
\nC\u0103ut\u0103m un loc prin lume \u00eencerc\u00e2nd a ne p\u0103trunde,
\nB\u0103t\u00e2nd por\u0163i de Paradis, f\u0103r\u0103 nimeni a r\u0103spunde,
\nLa un strig\u0103t de chemare, la o rug\u0103-n cele sfinte\u2026
\nCineva, c\u0103 s\u0103 ne-alinte\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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