{"id":36158,"date":"2018-02-28T09:47:55","date_gmt":"2018-02-28T09:47:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36158"},"modified":"2018-02-28T09:49:19","modified_gmt":"2018-02-28T09:49:19","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/02\/28\/irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0Lumin\u0103 din soare, din cer, din ad\u00e2nc <\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u00cen realitatea carnivor\u0103, g\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

\u015fi muze sf\u00e2\u015fiate plutesc.<\/p>\n

Golit de sentimente, le-nchizi, rupi, arzi.<\/p>\n

\u00cen cercul \u00eenghe\u0163at al vidului te-ai \u00eenstr\u0103inat,<\/p>\n

ad\u00e2ncit \u00een exilul singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Fidel r\u0103m\u00e2i durerii, totul \u00ee\u0163i pare mutilare,<\/p>\n

\u015fi t\u0103cerea mea, \u015fi lacrima ta, \u015fi \u0163ip\u0103tul mor\u0163ilor.<\/p>\n

De\u015fertul \u00een care-ai intrat<\/p>\n

separ\u0103 umbra de om,<\/p>\n

de trup, de via\u0163\u0103, de suflet, de sine.<\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 prin Valea Mor\u0163ii bate<\/p>\n

la o poart\u0103 ce nu i se mai deschide.<\/p>\n

Pe buzele tale, stoluri negre, str\u00e2nse fuior,<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u0163i poart\u0103 rana spre infinit.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0De-a lungul timpului ai primit \u015firuri de cuvinte.<\/p>\n

De vrei s\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi, pl\u00e2ngi,<\/p>\n

de vrei s\u0103 pleci, pleac\u0103,<\/p>\n

de vrei s-alungi triste\u0163ea, alung-o,<\/p>\n

vei st\u0103p\u00e2ni orice de\u015fert,<\/p>\n

vei str\u0103bate fiecare labirint!<\/p>\n

\u00cen sunetele stranii ale unui flaut<\/p>\n

travers\u0103m acela\u015fi parc<\/p>\n

\u015fi privim \u00een direc\u0163ii opuse,<\/p>\n

a\u015ftep\u0163i trei prim\u0103veri \u015fi toate toamnele…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u015eirag de clipe \u015fi fragmente, magice ore,<\/p>\n

prafuri stelare<\/p>\n

\u0163i-au fost pres\u0103rate-n drum,<\/p>\n

retr\u0103iai mirific o adolescen\u0163\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103<\/p>\n

– lumin\u0103, parfum, str\u0103zi –<\/p>\n

corpul sl\u0103bit se revigora.<\/p>\n

Plonjat \u00eentr-un timp utopic,<\/p>\n

matur \u015fi copil,<\/p>\n

moartea nu exista,<\/p>\n

durerea disp\u0103rea, aveai un sens.<\/p>\n

La \u00een\u0103l\u0163imea ta, din pustiu te vei ridica.<\/p>\n

– Credin\u0163a \u00een omul care \u0163i-a adus iubirea,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00een omul care te face s\u0103 speri, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00een omul h\u0103r\u0103zit, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103 iube\u015fti bucuriile simple. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0S\u00e2ngeros de-ndr\u0103gostit voi fi, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0m-ai ridicat din frici,\u00a0 din angoase, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0din doruri, \u00eendoieli,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0cu un z\u00e2mbet de copil juc\u0103u\u015f <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0mi-ai netezit calea,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u015fit vreau <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103 te simt l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine!\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lumin\u0103 din soare, din cer, din ad\u00e2nc,<\/p>\n

pe un c\u00e2mp plin cu z\u0103pad\u0103<\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u0163ineai de m\u00e2n\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0– S\u0103 renasc \u00een z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103 m\u0103 sting f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 pier, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0durerea s\u0103 curg\u0103, s\u0103 curg\u0103, s\u0103 curg\u0103… <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0– Cu farmecul t\u0103u de copil desc\u0103tu\u015fat<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103-nchid lumina \u00een soare, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103 te s\u0103rut,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s-adorm cu capul pe um\u0103rul t\u0103u <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u015fi v\u00e2ntul s\u0103 bat\u0103, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng de fericire,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0chiar \u015fi moartea o leg de z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u015fi via\u0163a de bucuria ta de a fi,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s\u0103 strig universului:\u00a0 – Ea m\u0103 iube\u015fte!\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

– Copilule cu ochi senini, te iubesc enorm, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0f\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 iubesc via\u0163a, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0e tot ce-mi doresc!<\/em> – \u00eemi spui.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aici, acolo, pretutindeni <\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Te simt al fluturilor,<\/p>\n

ca semn c\u0103 iubirea exist\u0103, visule!<\/p>\n

Pe malurile apelor, sub clar de lun\u0103,<\/p>\n

plutim \u00eempreun\u0103,<\/p>\n

de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu cerul, prin imaginile<\/p>\n

ce trec prin noi, z\u0103rim \u0163\u0103rmul speran\u0163ei.<\/p>\n

– Ce frumoas\u0103, mereu cu privirea c\u0103ut\u00e2nd,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00eenconjurat\u0103 de-o aur\u0103, r\u0103scolind lumile!\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Pe-un alt obraz al p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

suntem \u00eenv\u0103lui\u0163i \u00een m\u0103tasea<\/p>\n

din care sunt \u00eentre\u0163esute dorin\u0163ele.<\/p>\n

Un dans \u00een alb sunt ninsorile de clipe!<\/p>\n

Ai o putere colosal\u0103,<\/p>\n

e\u015fti lume din lumi f\u0103r\u0103 de cap\u0103t,<\/p>\n

ai descoperit ceva ce nu cuno\u015fteai,<\/p>\n

\u00een acest triunghi al universurilor.<\/p>\n

– Unde e\u015fti?<\/em>– m\u0103-ntrebi.<\/p>\n

Aici, acolo, pretutindeni,<\/p>\n

\u00een inima noastr\u0103, iar tu,<\/p>\n

acolo, aici, aproape, departe…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0– Despic\u0103-mi trupul \u015fi satur\u0103-te,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0mergi pe fiecare centimetru, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0descoper\u0103-mi sunetul\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0ce te-aduce mai aproape!<\/em> – \u00eemi \u015fopte\u015fti.<\/p>\n

Te simt \u00een valul mi\u015fc\u0103rilor,<\/p>\n

\u00eempreun\u0103 p\u0103\u015fim \u00een dansul sunetului!<\/p>\n

– E\u015fti! Doamne ce minune, te a\u015fteptam,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0o lacrim\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i fur\u0103 z\u00e2mbetul!<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i cos inima de cer, o p\u00e2nz\u0103 infinit\u0103<\/p>\n

am s\u0103 te prind pentru a te picta<\/p>\n

\u00een toate nuan\u0163ele vie\u0163ii!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

– \u00ce<\/em>n pas de dans, zidit<\/em>\u0103-<\/em>n mine, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0pe aripile v<\/em>\u00e2<\/em>ntului, spre lumea unde <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0fiecare mi<\/em>\u015f<\/em>care <\/em>\u00een<\/em>seamn<\/em>\u0103<\/em> un\u00a0 s<\/em>\u0103<\/em>rut, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0noaptea nu exist<\/em>\u0103<\/em>. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em>\u00ce<\/em>n m<\/em>\u00e2<\/em>inile tale neantul are un sens, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0o flacar<\/em>\u0103<\/em> arde acolo, lumin<\/em>\u00e2<\/em>nd drumul,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0o ad<\/em>\u00e2<\/em>ncire, o scufundare-n t<\/em>\u00e2<\/em>r<\/em>\u00e2<\/em>murile <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0unde se-ascund iubirile netulburate.<\/em><\/p>\n

Cum s\u0103 m\u0103 eliberez? <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Ia-mi inima \u015fi ai tot, d\u0103-mi inima, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0a mea demult \u00ee\u0163i apar\u0163ine, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0prezent\u0103 e\u015fti, oricum, \u00een fiecare g\u00e2nd, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0aici, acolo, pretutindeni… <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aproape straniu <\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103 uit, \u00een zare, la egretele albe.<\/p>\n

La malul estuarului<\/p>\n

nu se anun\u0163<\/strong>\u0103 nicio schimbare.<\/p>\n

Lunile \u00eenver\u015f<\/strong>unate trec,<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u0103 nu ba\u0163<\/strong>i la us\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een strea\u015f<\/strong>in\u0103, z\u0103pada persist\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een timp ce eu stau \u015f<\/strong>i-\u0163i<\/strong> a\u015f<\/strong>tept pa\u015f<\/strong>ii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sub o lun\u0103 gotic\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u015f<\/strong>i fiecare clipire de stea,<\/p>\n

prin p\u0103durea de \u015f<\/strong>oapte,<\/p>\n

u\u015f<\/strong>or confuz, dar rezonant,<\/p>\n

noapte de noapte,<\/p>\n

niciun sunet nu se pierde.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cencerc<\/strong> s\u0103 nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc<\/p>\n

la distan\u0163<\/strong>a \u015f<\/strong>i spa\u0163<\/strong>iul dintre noi,<\/p>\n

dar exist\u0103 momente<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd e\u015f<\/strong>ti at\u00e2t de aproape,<\/p>\n

aproape straniu, at\u00e2t de aproape,<\/p>\n

mai ales atunci c\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

spre mine, plutesc, \u00een aer,<\/p>\n

curbe delicate<\/p>\n

ca v\u0103lurile pic\u0103turii,<\/p>\n

adieri de g\u00e2nduri, miresme <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u015f<\/strong>i brize de umbre dense.<\/p>\n

Acolo, aproape, at\u00e2t de aproape,<\/p>\n

treci, cu mine, pe sub arcada<\/p>\n

ramurii noastre de m\u0103r.<\/p>\n

Precum un c\u00e2ntec,<\/p>\n

mi-alungi nelini\u015f<\/strong>tea din mine.<\/p>\n

\u00ce<\/strong>mbr\u0103\u0163<\/strong>i\u015f<\/strong>a\u0163<\/strong>i la marginea timpului,<\/p>\n

z\u00e2mbetele noastre se-ating.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 putere sunt la atingerea ta,<\/p>\n

dou\u0103 lumini care<\/p>\n

redob\u00e2ndesc des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015f<\/strong>irea.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Atunci, acolo, at\u00e2t de aproape,<\/p>\n

\u00eengerii s-au adunat,<\/p>\n

precum m\u00e2inile tale<\/p>\n

\u00eempreunate cu ale mele.<\/p>\n

\u00cen<\/strong> sunetul acelor aripi u\u015f<\/strong>oare<\/p>\n

b\u0103tea un contrapunct ritmic,<\/p>\n

\u00een timp ce tu, \u00eencet, \u00eencet,<\/p>\n

ai zburat de la acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt nins,<\/p>\n

de la acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt stins…<\/p>\n

————————————–<\/p>\n

Irina Lucia MIHALCA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bucure\u0219ti<\/strong><\/p>\n

28 februarie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0Lumin\u0103 din soare, din cer, din ad\u00e2nc \u00a0 \u00cen realitatea carnivor\u0103, g\u00e2nduri \u015fi muze sf\u00e2\u015fiate plutesc. Golit de sentimente, le-nchizi, [&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-36158","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36158","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=36158"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36158\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36163,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36158\/revisions\/36163"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36158"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36158"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36158"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}