{"id":36376,"date":"2018-03-06T19:10:17","date_gmt":"2018-03-06T19:10:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36376"},"modified":"2018-03-06T19:10:17","modified_gmt":"2018-03-06T19:10:17","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-acolo-mereu-te-asteapta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/06\/irina-lucia-mihalca-acolo-mereu-te-asteapta\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: Acolo, mereu, te-a\u015fteapt\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Acolo, mereu, te-a\u015fteapt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pe str\u0103zile \u00eenc\u0103rcate de poveste, literele vie\u021bii \u021bi se risipesc,<\/p>\n

prin semne arbitrare \u00eencerci s\u0103-\u021bi reconstitui pa\u015fii,<\/p>\n

\u00een partea dreapt\u0103 este, \u00eenc\u0103, diminea\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een partea st\u00e2ng\u0103 auzi<\/p>\n

vuietul drumului,<\/p>\n

at\u00e2t de aprig, at\u00e2t de fermec\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

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N\u0103scute din nisip, pe t\u0103r\u00e2mul nim\u0103nui,<\/p>\n

cuvintele coboar\u0103 din e\u015farfa ei<\/p>\n

s\u0103-\u021bi umple<\/p>\n

faliile g\u00e2ndurilor,<\/p>\n

buc\u0103\u021bile mici de ruine,<\/p>\n

un crater<\/p>\n

din care cre\u015fte<\/p>\n

o floare de rozmarin,<\/p>\n

din ea, un fluture<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi desface larg aripile \u015fi zboar\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Cu un pas ferm, seduc\u0103tor,<\/p>\n

apusul intr\u0103 \u00eentr-o oglind\u0103 spart\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o lume hieroglific\u0103, c\u0103tre necunoscut \u00eenaintezi.<\/p>\n

O poart\u0103 ai \u00een inim\u0103, un z\u00e2mbet \u00eei este sigiliul.<\/p>\n

Acolo, mereu, te-a\u015fteapt\u0103<\/p>\n

tinere\u021bea ve\u015fnic\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u00cen fiecare noapte, visul t\u0103u cade lin peste un c\u00e2mp cu flori,<\/p>\n

pe marginea c\u00e2mpului plutesc solda\u021bii de umbre.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 te ui\u021bi spre cer, se va pr\u0103bu\u015fi<\/p>\n

cu mun\u021bii \u015fi apele lor<\/p>\n

de o frumuse\u021be crepuscular\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ad\u00e2nc \u015fi departe este cerul \u00eenro\u015fit,<\/p>\n

\u00eengropat de viu sub viitorul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Nicio lacrim\u0103 nu va curge.<\/p>\n

Templu \u015fi cer!<\/p>\n

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O pas\u0103re alb\u0103 zboar\u0103 spre un copac \u00eendep\u0103rtat,<\/p>\n

dintr-un peisaj care dispare<\/p>\n

sunete ample se-aud,<\/p>\n

curg\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

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Cu \u00eentoarceri se umple drumul de revenire,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte s\u0103-\u015fi spun\u0103 numele.<\/p>\n

Pe marginea drumului st\u0103 neprev\u0103zutul.<\/p>\n

\u00cen inima c\u0103l\u0103torului pulseaz\u0103 libertatea \u015fi speran\u0163a<\/p>\n

de culoarea nem\u0103rginirii,<\/p>\n

spre cerul m\u0103rii albastre, cu o lacrim\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103<\/p>\n

imensitatea cuv\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

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N\u0103scut\u0103 ca o floare de prim\u0103var\u0103,<\/p>\n

t\u0103cerea lini\u015ftii<\/p>\n

at\u00e2rn\u0103 \u00een marea \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Arat\u0103-\u021bi dragostea, c\u0103ldura vie\u0163ii!<\/p>\n

Fl\u0103c\u0103rile ei<\/p>\n

sunt cuvintele luminii.<\/p>\n

Nu trebuie s\u0103 ne promitem unul pe altul.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ne prindem, doar, unul pe altul!<\/p>\n

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At\u00e2t timp c\u00e2t sunt l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine nu pl\u00e2ngi.<\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 o umbr\u0103 dulce, l\u0103sat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt prin scoar\u0163a arborilor.<\/p>\n

O zi clar\u0103 \u015fi o noapte misterioas\u0103, ad\u00e2nc\u0103,<\/p>\n

t\u0103cut\u0103 \u015fi ademenitoare,<\/p>\n

asemeni pietrelor fierbin\u0163i<\/p>\n

de culoarea orizontului \u00eendep\u0103rtat.<\/p>\n

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Suntem pe podul unui curcubeu,<\/p>\n

a\u015ftept\u00e2ndu-ne unul<\/p>\n

pe cel\u0103lalt.<\/p>\n

O dragoste alb\u0103, limpede,<\/p>\n

ce cre\u015fte \u00eencet,<\/p>\n

sub soare,<\/p>\n

ca o ap\u0103 curg\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

este un vis sacru, \u00een lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Un c\u00e2ntec pur \u00een imensitatea cerului\u2026<\/p>\n

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

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

6 martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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