{"id":36411,"date":"2018-03-07T10:31:39","date_gmt":"2018-03-07T10:31:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36411"},"modified":"2018-03-07T10:31:39","modified_gmt":"2018-03-07T10:31:39","slug":"dorina-stoica-in-al-noualea-cer-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/07\/dorina-stoica-in-al-noualea-cer-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Dorina STOICA: \u00cen al nou\u0103lea cer (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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POEM DE TRECUT PRIN VIA\u021a\u0102
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Pantofii\u00a0\u00a0\u0219i uniformele refuzau s\u0103 creasc\u0103<\/p>\n

odat\u0103 cu noi.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2i septembrie, diminea\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

str\u00e2ngeam cu team\u0103 \u00een c\u0103u\u0219ul palmelor<\/p>\n

lista cu rechizitele \u0219colare.<\/p>\n

Mama avea ochii pl\u00e2n\u0219i, iar tata<\/p>\n

tr\u00e2ntind poarta striga: \u201ela lichidare le cumperi!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Sora cea mare primea an de an uniform\u0103,<\/p>\n

ghiozdan \u0219i o pereche de pantofi noi.<\/p>\n

Sco\u021b\u00e2ndu-i din cutie, vorbea cu ei,<\/p>\n

\u00eei \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219easc\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Dup\u0103 ce \u00eencepeam \u0219coala<\/p>\n

visam noaptea c\u0103 sunt singur\u0103 la p\u0103rin\u021bi<\/p>\n

\u0219i am \u00een ghiozdan<\/p>\n

sandvi\u0219uri cu p\u00e2ine alb\u0103 uns\u0103 cu unt.<\/p>\n

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Am trecut prin \u0219coal\u0103 mezin\u0103,<\/p>\n

purt\u00e2nd tot ce r\u0103m\u00e2nea de la surorile mai mari.<\/p>\n

Acum, c\u00e2nd mama a r\u0103mas \u0219i ea mic\u0103,<\/p>\n

tot mie mi-au l\u0103sat-o<\/p>\n

\u00eentre poarta casei \u0219i nucul cel mare,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 o duc de m\u00e2n\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103tul drumului,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a cum m\u0103 ducea ea la \u0219coal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare toamn\u0103.<\/p>\n

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ARITMII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Hipertensiv\u0103 inima,<\/p>\n

iap\u0103 n\u0103r\u0103va\u0219\u0103 bate<\/p>\n

ca un clopot de m\u0103n\u0103stire.<\/p>\n

Pe un peron de gar\u0103<\/p>\n

a\u0219tept un tren inter-regio<\/p>\n

s\u0103 m\u0103 duc\u0103 spre al nou\u0103lea cer.<\/p>\n

Coco\u021bat\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rful arborelui genealogic<\/p>\n

privesc viitorul<\/p>\n

printr-o gaur\u0103 de covrig.<\/p>\n

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DINCOLO DE APAREN\u021aE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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amestec\u00e2nd adesori p\u0103m\u00e2ntul cu cerul
\nstie s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 \u00een sus.
\numple cu lumin\u0103 goluri din inimi,
\npoart\u0103 universul pe umeri
\nca \u0219i cum ar duce un sac de gr\u0103un\u021be la moar\u0103,
\nare ochii umezi, bl\u00e2nd melancolici,
\nsufletul ascunz\u0103toare de fluturi \u0219i flori,
\nraiul patimilor pe drumul Golgotei.
\nnu simte greutatea Crucii ci doar
\nsete \u0219i-o foame cumplit\u0103 de iubire.
\ncuvintele au roit \u00een inima sa
\ndup\u0103 o perdea \u021besut\u0103 din licurici.
\nclopotele vestesc o vecernie \u00eentre sih\u0103strii.
\ncu sufletul f\u0103r\u00e2mi\u021bat \u00een bobi\u021be de m\u0103t\u0103nii<\/p>\n

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\u00ce\u021aI MULTUMESC DOAMNE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00ce\u0163i mul\u021bumesc azi c\u0103 sunt pentru ziua de m\u00e2ine.
\n\u00ce\u0163i mul\u0163umesc c\u0103 am pe mas\u0103 o p\u00e2ine.
\n\u00ce\u0163i mul\u0163umesc pentru stropii de ploaie,
\npentru fructe, p\u0103s\u0103ri, flori,
\npentru soarele care r\u0103sare \u00een zori,
\npentru cerul cu lic\u0103r de stele,
\npentru toate zilele vie\u0163ii mele,
\npentru firul de ap\u0103 izvor\u00e2t din f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103,
\npentru harul ce\u2011mi poart\u2011a mea m\u00e2n\u0103
\npe\u2011arcu\u015f de vioar\u0103, pe p\u00e2nz\u0103, pe piatr\u0103,
\npentru versul ce curge din mine spre cer.
\nMul\u0163umesc pentru omul blajin \u015fi sincer.
\nMul\u0163umesc pentru haina pe care o port,
\npentru tot ce m\u0103 doare \u015fi totu\u015fi suport.
\n\u00ce\u0163i mul\u0163umesc pentru c\u00e2ntecul de p\u0103s\u0103rele
\npentru toate \u00eencerc\u0103rile vie\u0163ii mele.
\nMul\u0163umesc pentru Pruncul Iisus
\nce din Fecioara Maria \u00een iesle se na\u015fte,
\nc\u0103 Te\u2011ai r\u0103stignit pentru noi \u015fi ai \u00cenviat
\n\u00een noaptea de Pa\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Am at\u00e2tea lucruri pentru care s\u0103\u2011\u0163i mul\u0163umesc
\nc\u0103 n\u2011ar fi de\u2011ajuns o mie de ani s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc!<\/p>\n

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P\u00c2INEA SEAM\u0102N\u0102 CU ANU\u0218CA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Mama spal\u0103 rufele la m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n

m\u00e2inile sunt cr\u0103pate de la le\u0219ie.<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2\u021biva ani plou\u0103 cu g\u0103leata dac\u0103 e var\u0103,<\/p>\n

ninge dac\u0103 e iarn\u0103,<\/p>\n

taman c\u00e2nd le \u00eentinde pe s\u00e2rm\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vecinii cred c\u0103 vina o poart\u0103 poza<\/p>\n

pe spatele c\u0103reia scria cu litere de tipar,<\/p>\n

ANU\u0218CA,<\/p>\n

g\u0103sit\u0103 acum doi ani \u00een buzunarul de<\/p>\n

la pantalonii lui.<\/p>\n

\u201enu mai sp\u0103la at\u00e2tea cer\u0219afuri<\/em><\/p>\n

c\u0103 s-au \u00eenz\u0103pezit toate drumurile.<\/em><\/p>\n

Nu vezi c\u0103 ai \u00eentins iarna \u00een toat\u0103 Moldova <\/em><\/p>\n

\u0219i peste Prut?\u201d<\/em> strig\u0103 to\u021bi la ea.<\/p>\n

Se las\u0103 \u00eenserarea peste foame.<\/p>\n

E ziua de lichidare.<\/p>\n

Tata nu mai vine.<\/p>\n

\u201eSpuneti-va rugaciunea de seara \u0219i<\/em><\/p>\n

merge\u021bi la culcare, \u00een seara asta <\/em><\/p>\n

nu avem p\u00e2ine.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Adorm cu spatele la Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Foamea st\u0103 treaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Lacrimile au gust de p\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

\u00cen vis nu mai ninge.<\/p>\n

S-au deschis larg por\u021bile cerului.<\/p>\n

Tata coboar\u0103 din camion.<\/p>\n

Str\u00e2nge \u00een bra\u021be o p\u00e2ine alba.<\/p>\n

P\u00e2inea seam\u0103na cu anu\u0219ca.<\/p>\n

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Am \u00eemplinit cinci ani.<\/p>\n

Nu vreau s\u0103 vorbesc.<\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 a\u0219 vorbi oamenii ar \u00een\u021belege<\/p>\n

ca sunt cu mult mai \u00een\u021beleapt\u0103<\/p>\n

dec\u00e2t \u00een\u021belep\u021bii lumii.<\/p>\n

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DIMINEA\u021aA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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m\u0103 simt ca un tren \u00eent\u00e2rziat, toate visele au \u00eenceput
\ns\u0103 doar\u0103. \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 cu-un lan \u00eentreg de maci
\nduc g\u0103leata cu gunoi, ca pe-o geant\u0103 de firm\u0103.
\nbeau o cafea oribil\u0103 \u0219i ascult \u0219tirile:
\n\u201cau murit c\u00e2teva zeci de oameni \u00een ultimele 24 ore,
\ndin cauz\u0103 c\u0103 nu le-a z\u00e2mbit nimeni.\u201d<\/p>\n

alerg spre serviciu ca un g\u00e2ndac prin buc\u0103t\u0103rie.
\ns\u0103 ajung, schimb dou\u0103 tramvaie \u0219i dou\u0103 autobuze.
\noamenii m\u0103 v\u0103d mica \u0219i coco\u0219at\u0103.
\ndoar eu \u0219tiu c\u0103 de vin\u0103 sunt aripile
\nstr\u00e2nse la spate cu elastic.
\nsun\u0103 telefonul mobil. r\u0103spund.
\nmoartea \u0219opte\u0219te: \u201ealo, \u021bi-ai uitat acas\u0103 rujul de buze!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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TREBUIE S\u0102 STAU MEREU CU OCHII PE EA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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bate v\u00e2ntul dinspre cimitir \u00eenspre gr\u0103dina public\u0103<\/p>\n

m\u00e2inile p\u0103tate \u0219i moi de la coate \u00een jos tremur\u0103<\/p>\n

m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 foarte pu\u021bin<\/p>\n

leag\u0103n\u0103 foamea ca pe o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103<\/p>\n

trebuie s\u0103 stau mereu cu ochii pe ea<\/p>\n

mi-am luat \u00een serios rolul de mam\u0103 \u0219i ea pe cel de fic\u0103<\/p>\n

are mereu gura plin\u0103 de cuvinte<\/p>\n

le aduna cu limba \u00eenainte de a vorbi le ordoneaz\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een ochiul cu degenerscen\u021b\u0103 macular\u0103<\/p>\n

se pietrific\u0103 o lacrim\u0103<\/p>\n

poart\u0103 peste capotul din stamb\u0103 trecutul<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare noapte puse la presat \u00eentre cer<\/p>\n

\u0219i iarb\u0103 ea \u0219i luna<\/p>\n

st\u0103m pe b\u0103ncu\u021b\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 tufele de regina nop\u021bii<\/p>\n

la piciorele noastre teama se gudur\u0103<\/p>\n

de la un timp nu mai vrea s\u0103 intre \u00een cas\u0103<\/p>\n

aude peste tot trosnituri vede \u00een oglinzi<\/p>\n

\u00eengr\u0103m\u0103dite o mul\u021bime de lucruri<\/p>\n

\u0219i oamenii care nu mai sunt<\/p>\n

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e trecut de miezul nop\u021bii<\/p>\n

undeva \u00een bezn\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103 o cucuvea<\/p>\n

mi-e somn<\/p>\n

c\u00e2teva stele \u00eemi g\u00e2dil\u0103 fruntea<\/p>\n

as vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 schimb de ziua de ieri<\/p>\n

mama e din ce \u00een ce mai mic\u0103<\/p>\n

mi-e teama c\u0103 \u00een noaptea asta<\/p>\n

o voi na\u0219te aici \u00een iarb\u0103<\/p>\n

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\u201eLOVE YOU\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

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noapte de noapte umblu prin cas\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eemi caut moartea,<\/p>\n

tu cau\u021bi t\u0103rie.<\/p>\n

ne lovim unul de altul, unul pe altul<\/p>\n

suntem fragili, ne<\/p>\n

spargem \u00een mii de cioburi.<\/p>\n

\u00een zori le adun\u0103m de pe jos.<\/p>\n

recompu\u0219i \u00eencepem o alt\u0103 zi.<\/p>\n

nu mai suntem cei de ieri, din noi<\/p>\n

lipsesc o mul\u021bime de buc\u0103\u021bele.<\/p>\n

fiecare ghemuit\u00a0 \u00een trupul s\u0103u,<\/p>\n

cu sufletul m\u00e2njit de triste\u021be<\/p>\n

bem cafeaua\u00a0 amar\u0103 din ce\u0219tile<\/p>\n

pe care scrie \u201clove you\u201d.<\/p>\n

a mea pe jum\u0103tate plin\u0103,<\/p>\n

a ta pe jum\u0103tate goal\u0103.<\/p>\n

peste pustiul singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii \u00een doi<\/p>\n

\u00eembr\u0103c\u0103m zdren\u021bele murdare ale lumii<\/p>\n

\u0219i \u00eempingem via\u021ba \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n

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STOICA, Dorina<\/em><\/strong>, (B\u00e2rlad), n\u0103scut\u0103 la 14 martie 1952 \u00een comuna R\u0103chitoasa \u2013 Bac\u0103u. Tehnician automatizari, operator PC.<\/em><\/p>\n

– Debut \u00een revista Liceului Ghe. Ro\u0219ca Codreanu \u201eDebuturi \u015fi tradi\u021bii”, 1970.
\n– Debut editorial \u00een 2008 \u201eDe la poezie la rug\u0103ciune” (poezie religioas\u0103), Editura \u201eSfera\u201d, B\u00e2rlad, reeditat\u0103 \u0219i ad\u0103ugit\u0103 \u00een 2010
\n– \u201eDaruri”, (poezie religioas\u0103),\u00a0 editura \u201eCronedit\u201d, Ia\u0219i, 2009
\n– \u201eRaiul \u00een care am fost” (proz\u0103 scurt\u0103, povestiri), editura \u201eSfera\u201d B\u00e2rlad, 2011<\/em><\/p>\n

– \u201eIzvorul \u00eendepartat” (povestiri cu t\u00e2lc \u00een versuri), editura \u201ePim\u201d, Ia\u0219i, 2011<\/em><\/p>\n

– \u201eBietul om sub vremi”, (roman memorialistic), editura \u201ePim\u201d, Ia\u0219i, 2012<\/em><\/p>\n

– \u201eDe Florii in \u021aara lui Iisus”(jurnal de c\u0103l\u0103torie), editura \u201eSfera\u201d, B\u00e2rlad, 2013<\/em><\/p>\n

– \u201eC\u00e2nd nu Te iubeam\u201d (antologie de autor – poezie religioas\u0103), editura \u201ePim\u201d, Ia\u0219i,\u00a0 2014 <\/em><\/p>\n

– \u201eOchiul curat\u201d (poezie), editura \u201ePim\u201d, Ia\u0219i, 2015 (grafic\u0103 Mihai Catrun\u0103)<\/em><\/p>\n

– \u201eP\u00e2inea lui Bragi\u201d, Edituara \u201eParalela 45\u201d, Pite\u0219ti, 2016 (colec\u021bia \u201eQpoem\u201d, nr. 19)<\/em><\/p>\n

– \u201eLumina din cuvinte\u201d, (note de lectur\u0103 \u0219i articole), editura \u201eCorgalPress\u201d, Bac\u0103u, 2017<\/em><\/p>\n

.<\/em><\/p>\n

Prezent\u0103\u00a0 \u00een: 16 antologii de poezie \u0219i proz\u0103 contemporan\u0103, numeroase c\u0103r\u021bi tematice cu eseuri \u0219i articole. A scris prefa\u021be la c\u00e2teva c\u0103r\u021bi de poezie ale unor debutan\u021bi. Public\u0103 \u00een revistele: \u201ePoezia\u201d de la Ia\u0219i, \u201eConvorbiri literare\u201d, \u201eLiteratura de azi\u201d, \u201eFereastra\u201d, \u201eHyperion\u201d, \u201eZiarul Lumina\u201d, \u201eRevista Arge\u0219\u201d, \u201eVatra Veche\u201d, \u201ePlumb\u201d, \u201eBucure\u0219tiul literar \u0219i artistic\u201d \u0219i multe altele.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Despre c\u0103r\u021bile sale au scris: Alexandru Cistelecan, Imedia Chin\u021bia, Cornel Galben Simion, Eugenia \u021aar\u0103lung\u0103, Angela Nache Mamier, Marius Chelaru, Emilian Marcu, Adrian Alui Gheorghe, Cristian Livescu, Constantin Lupeanu, Petru\u0219 Andrei, Simion Bogd\u0103nescu, Gruia Novac, Ioan Vasiu, Livia Ciuperc\u0103,\u00a0 Cezarina Adamescu, Cristina \u0218tefan, Mariana Gurza \u0219i mul\u021bi al\u021bii.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Premii \u0219i diplome de excelent\u0103 pentru activitatea literar\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n

http:\/\/dorinastoica.blogspot.ro\/<\/em><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/Dorina-Stoica-1376482362596143\/<\/em><\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/dorina.stoica.338<\/em><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

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Membr\u0103\u00a0 a\u00a0 USELR, \u201eAcademia B\u00e2rladean\u0103\u201d, Activeaz\u0103 \u00een cenacurilor interactive on-line \u201eQpoem\u201d (2015) al Editurii \u201eParalela 45\u201d, \u201eCenaclul la distan\u021b\u0103\u201d al scriitorului Ion N. Oprea, Cenaclul \u201eMihai Eminescu\u201d \u0219i cenaclul \u201eAlexandru Vlahu\u021b\u0103\u201d, B\u00e2rlad. (George ROCA, Rexlibris Media Group, 7 martie 2018)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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  POEM DE TRECUT PRIN VIA\u021a\u0102 \u00a0 Pantofii\u00a0\u00a0\u0219i uniformele refuzau s\u0103 creasc\u0103 odat\u0103 cu noi. Dup\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2i septembrie, diminea\u021b\u0103 str\u00e2ngeam [&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-36411","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36411","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=36411"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36411\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36414,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36411\/revisions\/36414"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36411"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36411"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36411"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}