{"id":35860,"date":"2018-02-15T10:54:27","date_gmt":"2018-02-15T10:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=35860"},"modified":"2018-02-15T10:56:20","modified_gmt":"2018-02-15T10:56:20","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-poesis-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/02\/15\/anna-nora-rotaru-poesis-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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,,VAZ\u0102 CU FLORI<\/strong> ” de Anna-Nora Rotaru<\/p>\n

pictur\u0103 personal\u0103 pe p\u00e2nz\u0103, \u00een ulei, (dimensiuni 90 x 60 cm),<\/p>\n

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

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UN ULTIM G\u00c2ND…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De c\u00e2nd iubite ai plecat,
\nCe mult\u0103 ap\u0103 a curs pe r\u00e2u…
\n\u015ei c\u00e2te-altele-au secat,
\nIarb\u0103, frunze s-au uscat,
\nS-au spulberat boabe de gr\u00e2u…<\/p>\n

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De c\u00e2nd iubite te-ai tot dus,
\nNici zorile nu au culoare…
\nFugit-a ro\u015ful din apus,
\nSoarele nu mai z\u00e2mbe\u015fte sus,
\nNu mai r\u0103sare nicio floare…<\/p>\n

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Nici p\u0103s\u0103rile chiar nu c\u00e2nt\u0103,
\nNici fluturii parc\u0103 nu zboar\u0103…
\nInima-i cu-aripa fr\u00e2nt\u0103,
\nUn pumnal \u00eencet se-mpl\u00e2nt\u0103,
\nFiece zi mai mult s\u0103 doar\u0103…<\/p>\n

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A jale doar buciumul sun\u0103,
\nEu nu-mi mai g\u0103sesc leacul…
\nC\u0103-n loc de simfonii, \u00eemi tun\u0103,
\nSe crap\u0103 cerul de furtun\u0103
\n\u015ei de triste\u0163e-mi pl\u00e2nge veacul…<\/p>\n

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Privesc doar zilele \u00een calendar,
\n\u015ei-n ochi o lacrim\u0103 se-usuc\u0103…
\nP\u0103strez pe buze-un gust amar,
\nC-o veste n-am primit m\u0103car…
\nPe ape las g\u00e2ndul s\u0103 se duc\u0103…<\/p>\n

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La tine poate-o s\u0103 ajung\u0103,
\nPurt\u00e2nd mireasma mea de roze…
\nPoate-amintirea s\u0103-\u0163i str\u0103pung\u0103,
\nC\u0103 a trecut vreme-ndelung\u0103
\n\u015ei azi… iubite-s doar \u00een poze…<\/p>\n

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POZE \u0218I ROZE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Te-am a\u0219teptat, ca \u0219i-alt\u0103dat’ s\u0103-mi vii asear\u0103,
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu, citind a c\u00e2ta oar\u0103, vechile-\u021bi scrisori…
\nLacrimi din ochi se-amestecau cu stropi de cear\u0103,
\nDin lum\u00e2narea ce se scurgea, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een zori.<\/p>\n

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Am r\u0103sfoit prin g\u0103lbejitele de ani, poze din album,
\n\u00cencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 mai tr\u0103iesc aievea vreo dulce amintire…
\nP\u0103strau \u00eenc\u0103 suav al trandafirilor presa\u021bi parfum,
\nCu clipele noastre ferecate pe veci \u00een nemurire,<\/p>\n

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Din cele ce soarta, din via\u021ba-ntreag\u0103 le culege,
\nUna c\u00e2te una, clipe dulci \u0219i sfinte \u0219i eterne…
\nVr\u0103jma\u0219ul timp, oric\u00e2t ar vrea, nu poate \u0219terge,
\nPe suflet picur\u00e2ndu-le, le las\u0103 s\u0103 se-a\u0219terne…<\/p>\n

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Pierdut\u0103-n noapte, \u00eemi r\u0103s\u0103reau mii de cuvinte…
\nFr\u00e2nturi de fraze, ca bibelouri sf\u0103r\u00e2mate…
\n\u0218i-n suflet, mocneau-n cenu\u0219a-nc\u0103 fierbinte,
\nTrezitele tr\u0103iri, din izvorul iubirii ad\u0103pate…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-a\u0219a, mi se topise seara, ca alte \u0219i alte seri,
\nTot a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te, la foc de suflet \u0219i de lum\u00e2nare…
\nTrecur\u0103 toamne, r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd \u0219i ierni \u0219i prim\u0103veri,
\nCu ochi pierdu\u021bi \u00een gol, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd o umbr\u0103 pe c\u0103rare.<\/p>\n

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ZACE TURNUL PRINTRE SPICI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\nDe-ai gre\u0219it, tu e\u0219ti de vin\u0103 \u0219i gre\u0219eala \u021bi-o asumi,
\nNu e\u0219ti tu Judec\u0103torul, cu balan\u021ba-n m\u00e2ini, ce-acuz\u0103…
\nNu e\u0219ti tu Alesu-acela, ce domne\u0219te peste lumi,
\nS\u0103 arunci fulgeru-n toate \u0219i cu vorba s\u0103 sugrumi,
\nCa s\u0103 crezi, c-apoi u\u0219or, totul trece cu o scuz\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd \u021bi-ai stins focul \u00een spuz\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Nu po\u021bi, tu, s\u0103pa \u00een inimi, cu baltaua s\u0103 despici,
\nFiere picur\u00e2nd pe limb\u0103, gura c\u00e2nd slobod vorbe\u0219te,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 g\u00e2nd, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii, pagubele ce faci c\u00e2nd strici…
\nC-apoi, cum vin vorbele-napoi \u0219i cu ce cuv\u00e2nt-explici ?
\nE deajuns, crezi, s\u0103 \u00eemi spui, oameni suntem \u0219i-i fire\u0219te,
\nC\u0103 omu-i om \u0219i mai gre\u0219e\u0219te ?<\/p>\n

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\u0218i, de ce s\u0103 nu g\u00e2nde\u0219ti toate astea dinainte,
\nDe-arunca \u00eenvinuiri, precum plesnituri de bici ?
\nDe furie, \u00eemi vei spune, c\u0103 n-ai strecurat prin minte,
\nSc\u0103p\u0103r\u00e2nd pe calea vorbii, valuri-valuri de cuvinte…
\n\u0218i-acum crezi, c\u0103 scuza poate, rol s\u0103 joace de lipici,
\nPut\u00e2nd zidul sf\u0103r\u00e2mat, cum a fost, iar s\u0103-l ridici ?
\nOff… zace turnul printre spici…<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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