{"id":36471,"date":"2018-03-08T12:19:19","date_gmt":"2018-03-08T12:19:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36471"},"modified":"2018-03-08T12:20:07","modified_gmt":"2018-03-08T12:20:07","slug":"emilia-tutuianu-nostalgii-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/08\/emilia-tutuianu-nostalgii-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Emilia \u0162U\u021aUIANU: Nostalgii (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nostalgie<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ea trece pe strad\u0103 f\u0103c\u00e2nd pa\u015fii mici
\n\u015fi simte \u00een ceaf\u0103, \u00een spate, pe-obraz,
\nprivirile celor ce grav o condamn\u0103:
\n\u201eP\u0103r verde?!\u2026P\u0103r verde?!\u2026\u201d
\ns-aude ecoul.<\/p>\n

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Ea merge \u00eenainte \u2013
\n\u015fi v\u00e2ntul pribeag \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie p\u0103rul\u2026
\n\u201e-Ce verde \u00eenchis!?\u2026E p\u0103durea?!
\nuimit \u00ee\u015fi pune-ntrebarea\u2026
\nIar fata, \u00eencet \u00eei \u015fopte\u015fte:
\n\u201e-P\u0103durea e-n sufletul meu,
\nmi-e dor de p\u0103dure \u015fi nu pot s\u0103 o v\u0103d,
\n\u015fi numai suflarea ta \u015ftie s\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie
\np\u0103durea din p\u0103rul meu.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Nostalgia<\/strong><\/p>\n

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It passes on the street making small steps
\nand on neck, back, on the cheek, feels
\nthe glances of those who severely condemn:
\n\u201dGreen hair?! \u2026 Green hair?! \u2026\u201d
\nit echoes.<\/p>\n

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She goes on \u2013
\nand the vagrant wind caresses its hair..
\n\u201e- What a dark green!? \u2026 Is the forest?!\u201d
\namazed, it puts the question\u2026
\nAnd the, girl softly whispers:
\n\u201d- The forest is in my soul,
\nI miss the forest and I cannot see it,
\nand only your breath knows to caress
\nthe forest of my hair.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Zefirul<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Zefirul mi-aduse pe arip\u0103
\nun g\u00e2nd de iubire stingher \u2013
\nTimid, el se arat\u0103 o clip\u0103
\n\u00een bl\u00e2nda lumin\u0103, pe cer.<\/p>\n

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\u015ei v\u00e2ntul se plimb\u0103 prin p\u0103ru-mi\u2026
\nM-atinge cu pasu-i u\u015for,
\nm\u0103-ntreab\u0103:
\n\u201e- Cui vrei s\u0103 te d\u0103rui,
\nCu-at\u00e2ta iubire \u015fi dor ?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u015ei-atunci, murmure sfinte, curate \u2013
\nBuzele-mi calde-\u0163i \u015fopteau.
\nRegretul, c\u0103 nu e\u015fti aproape,
\nspun\u00e2ndu-\u0163i mereu \u2026c\u0103 te vreau!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Zephyr<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Zephyr brought me on the wing
\na lonely thought of love \u2013
\nShy, he shown itself for a moment
\nIn the gentle light in the sky.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And the wind is walking through my hair\u2026
\nTouches me with its easy step,
\nasking me:
\n\u201d- To whomsoever do you give yourself,
\nWith so much love and longing?\u201d<\/p>\n

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And then, holy murmurs, pristine \u2013
\nMy warm lips whispered to you.
\nRegretting, you\u2019re not close,
\nalways telling you \u2026 i want you!<\/p>\n

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Chemarea m\u0103rului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Creanga \u00eemi este prea
\n\u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 de flori.
\nVreau s\u0103 le d\u0103ruiesc,
\ns\u0103 simt fiori.
\nS\u0103-mi salte trupu-mi prea lemnos,
\n\u00een fa\u0163a visului frumos
\nal celor ce, cuprin\u015fi de dor,
\ncu \u015foapte dulci \u00ee\u015fi spun ce vor\u2026
\nS\u0103 se-mplineasc\u0103-n via\u0163a lor.<\/p>\n

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\u015ei-atunci \u00eei chem:
\n\u201eVeni\u0163i cu to\u0163i la umbra mea \u2013
\nParfum de m\u0103r \u015fi flori de nea
\nSfin\u0163i-vor g\u00e2ndul, dragostea,
\n\u015ei taina ce se-ascunde-n ea!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Apple tree\u2019s call<\/strong><\/p>\n

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My branch is too loaded
\nof flowers.
\nI want to gift them,
\nto feel thrills.
\nMy woody body to bounce,
\nIn front of the beautiful dream
\nOf those who lonesome,
\nwith sweet whispers say what they want\u2026
\nTo fulfil in their lives.<\/p>\n

And then I call them:
\n\u201dCome all to my shadow \u2013
\nApple scent and flowers of snow,
\nSanctify your thought, love,
\nAnd the mystery which hides in it!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Emilia \u021aU\u021aUIANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Roman, 8 Martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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