{"id":36196,"date":"2018-03-01T18:39:20","date_gmt":"2018-03-01T18:39:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36196"},"modified":"2018-03-01T18:51:24","modified_gmt":"2018-03-01T18:51:24","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-cuibul-iubirii-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/01\/anna-nora-rotaru-cuibul-iubirii-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Cuibul iubirii (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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,,UNDEVA, O CASU\u021a\u0102 \u00ceNTRE PLOPI ” de Anna-Nora Rotaru<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0pictur\u0103 personal\u0103 \u00een ulei, pe p\u00e2nz\u0103, dimensiuni 90 x 70 cm,<\/em><\/p>\n

din volumul de picturi \u0219i poezii \u00a0,,Ut pictura poesis”<\/em><\/p>\n


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LA C\u0102SU\u0162A CU MU\u015eCATE…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De casa mea m-apuc\u0103 dorul,
\nDe-aceea cu mu\u015fcate la fereastr\u0103…
\nCu ani \u00een urm\u0103-mi luasem zborul,
\nTr\u0103g\u00e2nd \u00een urma mea z\u0103vorul,
\nSpre-o lume nou\u0103, mai albastr\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Plecai a\u015fa… \u00eentr-o ne\u015ftire…
\nCorabie, cu p\u00e2nzele \u00een sus…
\n\u00cempins\u0103 doar de-o presim\u0163ire,
\nC\u0103 voi g\u0103si un cuib, iubire,
\nDin toate celea, mai presus !<\/p>\n

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\u015ei-azi… corabia nu mi-i epav\u0103…
\nVia\u0163a, nu-mi este-o am\u0103gire…
\nP\u0103strez \u00een mine-aceea\u015fi lav\u0103,
\nAceea\u015fi dragoste hulpav\u0103
\n\u015ei-aceea\u015fi flac\u0103r\u0103-n sim\u0163ire !<\/p>\n

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\u00centre lumi nu sunt pribeag\u0103…
\nDrumurile, nu prea-ncurcate…
\n\u015ei de-mi sunt, m\u00e2na-mi dezleag\u0103,
\nCu chiu, cu vai \u015fi c\u00e2t \u00een \u015fag\u0103,
\nBra\u0163ele-mi sunt suflecate !<\/p>\n

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Mi-i fruntea-n sus, cu seme\u0163ie
\nSufletu-mi zv\u00e2cne\u015fte-a biruin\u0163\u0103…
\nDoar c\u0103… \u00een nop\u0163ile de agripnie,
\nM-apuc-un dor, ca o be\u0163ie,
\nDorind cu umila mea fiin\u0163\u0103,<\/p>\n

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S\u0103 m\u0103 re\u00eentorc pe-aceea\u015fi ulicioar\u0103…
\nLa c\u0103su\u0163a cu mu\u015fcate la fere\u015fti…
\nS\u0103-mi v\u0103d t\u0103icu\u0163ul, cu p\u00e2inea-n subsuoar\u0103,
\nM\u0103icu\u0163a-n prag, m-a\u015ftepte ca odinioar\u0103,
\nM\u0103 culce-n pat, \u015foptindu-mi dulci pove\u015fti…<\/p>\n

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\u00ceN ODAIA MEA CEA GOAL\u0102…<\/strong><\/p>\n


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\nCoboar\u0103 \u00eenserarea, \u00een odaia mea cea goal\u0103…
\nUmbrele-alungite, iar se t\u00e2r\u00e2ie pe perete…
\n\u00centunericul, \u00eencet se las\u0103, ca o smoal\u0103,
\nSe prelinge printre jalnice de ani, portrete…<\/p>\n

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Pe mas\u0103, mai pl\u00e2nge-o crizantem\u0103 ofilit\u0103,
\n\u00cen vaz\u0103, ve\u015fted\u0103, agoniind \u00eencet s\u0103 moar\u0103…
\n\u00cen col\u0163, pe canapea, st\u0103 o p\u0103pu\u015f\u0103 pr\u0103fuit\u0103…
\nSunt eu… a\u015fa cum m-au l\u0103sat ultima oar\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Am ochi verzui, pierdu\u0163i parc\u0103-n g\u00e2ndire,
\nCu fa\u0163a palid\u0103, de por\u0163elan, z\u00e2mbind absurd,
\nLa un g\u00e2nd fugar, p\u0103strat, poate o amintire
\nSau la ecoul unui lied, din pianul mut \u015fi surd…<\/p>\n

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Ce trist\u0103-i inserarea \u00een odaia mea cea goal\u0103…
\nOdat\u0103 r\u0103sunau voci \u015fi r\u00e2sete n\u0103valnice…
\n\u015ei eu eram a cuiva, ce m\u0103 \u0163inea \u00een poal\u0103,
\nDar azi, a nim\u0103nui, cu-at\u00e2tea alte jalnice<\/p>\n

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Juc\u0103rii uitate, din alte vremuri, ast\u0103zi mute…
\nPe piatra roas-a timpului, r\u0103m\u00e2n sculptate,
\nAt\u00e2tea clipe fericite, ce par acum pierdute,
\nAscunse-n min\u0163i senile \u015fi \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntate…<\/p>\n

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A\u015ftept… cu speran\u0163\u0103 un semn, o m\u00e2n\u0103 dulce,
\n\u00cen odaia goal\u0103 s\u0103 mai pot striga:” \u00een bra\u0163e ia-m\u0103”….
\nPe-un piept ginga\u015f, cu drag, cineva m\u0103 culce,
\nCheia s\u0103-mi-o-ntoarc\u0103 iar, s\u0103 pot zice… MAM\u0102…<\/p>\n

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CINE MI-A LUAT-O, S-O ADUC\u0102 \u00ceNAPOI…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Mi-am pierdut copil\u0103ria undeva \u00een timp,
\nRog, cine mi-a luat-o, s-o aduc\u0103 \u00eenapoi…
\nNu pot spune prin ce anume anotimp,
\n\u0218tiu, c\u0103 de-atunci, au fugit anii \u00een convoi…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i mi-am pierdut \u0219i prieteni \u0219i p\u0103rin\u021bii,
\nF\u0103r-a le mai auzi, nici voci \u0219i nici cuvinte…
\nAmintirile mi se destr\u0103m\u0103-n col\u021bul min\u021bii,
\nCa umbre str\u0103vezii, \u00een str\u0103vezii ve\u0219minte !<\/p>\n

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S\u0103 cobor \u00eencerc, pe scara timpului, febril,
\nAcolo aduna\u021bi, poate-i voi \u00eent\u00e2lni vreodat\u0103…
\nChiar \u0219i pe mine, poate m-oi reg\u0103si copil,
\nCum eram cu ursuletu-n bra\u021be… odat\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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\u00cemi era c\u00e2t mine-aproape, dar de la tata,
\nS\u0103-mi \u021bin\u0103 seara de ur\u00e2t c\u00e2nd el lipse\u0219te…
\nC\u0103, ce-avea mai scump pe lume-i era fata
\n\u0218i-acuma simt c-atunci, cum m\u0103 iube\u0219te…<\/p>\n

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\u00cen v\u0103g\u0103uni de timp, m-afund \u0219i scormonesc,
\nPe mam\u0103 s-o g\u0103sesc, pe dragii mei bunici…
\n\u00cemi sare-n poal\u0103 Azorel, un c\u00e2ine ciob\u0103nesc
\n\u0218i pisoia\u0219ii mei, cu to\u021bii, dragii mei amici…<\/p>\n

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Ah, Doamne… copil\u0103, plin\u0103 de vise \u0219i iubire,
\nCu plete lungi, ce-mi fluturau pe spate…
\nCu ochi vioi, c\u0103t\u00e2nd la sori \u0219i stele \u00een ne\u0219tire,
\nDorind printr-ele, la vreuna de-a r\u0103zbate !<\/p>\n

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

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

1 Martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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