{"id":36618,"date":"2018-03-15T11:01:10","date_gmt":"2018-03-15T11:01:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36618"},"modified":"2018-03-15T11:14:53","modified_gmt":"2018-03-15T11:14:53","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-poesis-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/15\/anna-nora-rotaru-poesis-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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CINE-I DE VIN\u0102 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n


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Ce e via\u021ba asta, Doamne…
\nCum dai ochii de lumin\u0103,
\nVine Harul s\u0103 condamne,
\nA\u0219tept\u00e2nd cu-n bra\u021b de toamne,
\nNori pe ziua ta senin\u0103…
\nDe te-ntrebi: cine-i de vin\u0103 ?<\/p>\n

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E ca fumul de \u021bigar\u0103…
\nTe na\u0219ti singur, singur mori…
\nPrin, nu \u0219tiu, ce col\u021b de \u021bar\u0103,
\nCa peron pustiu de gar\u0103,
\nTrenu-\u021bi vine cu ani s\u0103 zbori,
\nPrecum stolul de cocori !<\/p>\n

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Dar, at\u00e2\u021bia se-mbulzesc
\n\u0218i se ca\u021b\u0103r\u0103 pe sc\u0103ri…
\nDe cu zori c\u00e2nd se trezesc,
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 noaptea tot urzesc,
\nPlanuri printre c\u0103in\u0103ri,
\nPrin iert\u0103ri \u0219i invoc\u0103ri !<\/p>\n

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Vor un loc c\u00e2t mai \u00een fa\u021b\u0103,
\nVreun vagon mai elegant…
\nVia\u021ba \u00eens\u0103 nu r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103,
\nTo\u021bi avem c\u00e2te-o postfa\u021b\u0103,
\nSau blajin sau arogant,
\nPitic d-e\u0219ti, sau e\u0219ti gigant !<\/p>\n

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Ne preocup\u0103m de fleacuri
\n\u0218i ne zbatem \u00een zadar…
\nPrip\u0103\u0219i\u021bi printre zigzaguri
\n\u0218i la grani\u021ba-ntre veacuri,
\nNu prindem de timp habar
\nC\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219itul ni-i amar…<\/p>\n

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C\u0103, uit\u0103m c\u0103 via\u021ba noastr\u0103,
\nNe e scurt\u0103… de scatiu…
\nNu privim nici pe fereastr\u0103,
\nDe-i ziu\u0103 sau noapte-albastr\u0103…
\nTrenul duce-ntr-un pustiu…
\nCap\u0103tul… e p\u0103m\u00e2ntiu…
\nCui e vina ? Eu o \u0219tiu…<\/p>\n

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CHIRIA\u0218I PRIN ALTE LUMI… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Fugit-au anii, ca p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare au trecut…
\nAt\u00e2\u021bia, c\u0103 ni s-a uscat \u0219i z\u00e2mbetul pe gur\u0103…
\nLacrimile scurse s-au ceruit \u0219i ne-au z\u0103cut,
\nPe-obrajii scrijeli\u021bi, pe-mb\u0103tr\u00e2nitul chip, t\u0103cut,
\nCa scoar\u021ba de copac, la care se-ab\u0103tur\u0103,
\nFurtunile, cu fiecare lovitur\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Am tot a\u0219teptat, cu to\u021bii, vreo m\u00e2n\u0103 de-ajutor,
\nUn Mesia, s\u0103 ne scoat\u0103 la lumin\u0103, din genune…
\nDar nu ne-a venit, nici Zeul din ceruri, c\u0103l\u0103tor,
\nN-a b\u0103tut vreun \u00eenger poarta, pe la noi r\u0103t\u0103citor
\n\u0218i-a\u0219a, pierdut-am calea, \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u00e2nd a ne supune,
\nUit\u00e2nd de-nv\u0103\u021b\u0103turile str\u0103bune…<\/p>\n

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Ne-am l\u0103sat \u00een voia soartei, s\u0103 treac\u0103 de la noi…
\nAm tot iertat pe p\u0103c\u0103to\u0219i, pe noi ne-am am\u0103git…
\nN-am pus pieptu-nainte, am dat ca racul \u00eenapoi,
\nNe-am al\u0103turat \u0219i altora f\u0103c\u00e2nd un lung convoi,
\n\u00cen loc s\u0103 ne-ndrept\u0103m de mijloc, noi… am fugit,
\n\u00cen lumi str\u0103ine-am pribegit,<\/p>\n

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Crez\u00e2nd, c\u0103 acolo-s c\u00e2inii cu colaci \u00een coad\u0103…
\n\u0218i-a\u0219a, l\u0103sar\u0103m \u0219i copiii \u0219i p\u0103rin\u021bii \u0219i str\u0103bunii…
\nAv\u00e2nd ciolane, cu mai mult\u0103 m\u0103duv\u0103 s\u0103 road\u0103,
\nAm pus umerii, nu acas\u0103, ci l-al\u021bii, la corvoad\u0103,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een vetre p\u0103rinte\u0219ti, \u00eenc\u0103 aprin\u0219i c\u0103rbunii…
\n\u00cen urm\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd ruine \u0219i t\u0103ciunii…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i, ce-avem acum, ajun\u0219i cu ani la fund de sac ?
\nLa p\u0103rin\u021bi, buni copii n-am fost \u0219i la copii, p\u0103rinte…
\nCe s\u0103 fac, de poate am ceva ochios s\u0103-mbrac,
\nSau, mai bun pusesem, de-ale gurii, \u00een stomac ?
\nAcum, \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na altei lumi avea-vom pe morminte,
\n\u0218i, pe cruci…str\u0103inele cuvinte…<\/p>\n

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\u0218I-A MAI TRECUT UN AN … <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218i-a mai trecut un an…
\n\u0218i s-a mai scurs un strop de via\u021b\u0103…
\nN-a z\u0103bovit nici minutarul pe cadran,
\nNici ultima frunz\u0103 de castan,
\nPe geamul gol, doar flori de ghea\u021b\u0103…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-a mai trecut un an…
\nUscate-s speran\u021bele, parc\u0103-s de lemn…
\nAscunse dup-al vremii, paravan,
\n\u00cengropate-ntr-al z\u0103pezilor morman…
\nMi-or r\u0103s\u0103ri ghiocei l-al meu \u00eendemn ?<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-a mai trecut un an…
\nDe-o fi noroc \u0219i-al\u021bii vor mai trece…
\nSmulg\u00e2nd buc\u0103\u021bi de suflet, uragan,
\n\u00centre tr\u0103iri anoste \u0219i iubiri, vulcan,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2ndu-ne pe spuza lumii rece !<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-a mai trecut un an…
\nPrin geamul aburit privesc afar\u0103…
\nSper\u00e2nd ca poate voi g\u0103si liman,
\nSufletului de c\u0103ut\u0103ri, s\u0103rman,
\nUn loc c\u0103ldu\u021b \u00een noaptea glaciar\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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\u0218i… a mai trecut un an…
\nPeste trecut am aruncat o punte,
\nFragil\u0103, ca bibelou de por\u021belan…
\nMi-a\u0219 face din to\u021bi anii talisman,
\nCoroan\u0103, s\u0103 mi-o pun pe frunte !<\/p>\n

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VALSUL VISELOR PIERDUTE <\/strong><\/p>\n


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Iar am s\u0103 cobor, din ceruri pe poteci,
\nIar am s\u0103 te caut, cu suflet r\u0103t\u0103cit…
\nAripile mi-adun, poate-ai s\u0103 treci,
\nPe umeri s\u0103 te-ating, c\u0103 poate-n veci,
\nNu vei cunoa\u0219te, cuv\u00e2ntul t\u0103lm\u0103cit,<\/p>\n

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Al iubirii divine, ce ochii nu dezmint,
\nC\u0103-n ad\u00e2ncul lor prive\u0219ti a ta urm\u0103…
\nAl visurilor noastre, cusute-n fir de-argint
\n\u0218i-ale-mpletitelor sim\u021biri, ce nu ne mint,
\nC\u0103, ne leag\u0103 un lan\u021b, ce nu se curm\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Te-a\u0219tept sub raza lunii, s\u0103-mi apari tiptil,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 ascund la pieptu-\u021bi, plin\u0103 de vise…
\nS\u0103 dans\u0103m un vals, ca-n serile de-april,
\nCu inimi frem\u0103t\u00e2nd, prin bluze de copil,
\nCa alt\u0103dat\u0103, c\u00e2nd por\u021bi ni-erau deschise !<\/p>\n

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Vino iubite s\u0103 vals\u0103m, ca-ntr-un delir,
\nPe aripi, se-a\u0219eaz\u0103 bruma \u0219i m\u0103 pierd…
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 trupul t\u0103u, m\u0103 pot rena\u0219te \u0219i respir,
\nM\u0103 pot re\u00eentoarce spre zenit, de la nadir,
\nPe c\u00e2ntul iubirii vreau s\u0103 te dezmierd !<\/p>\n

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P\u0103cat… voiam lacrima s\u0103-mi \u00eendulce\u0219ti,
\nS\u0103-mi \u00eenc\u0103lze\u0219ti durerea, a visului pierdut…
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 cufund \u00een tine, c\u00e2nd \u00eemi z\u00e2mbe\u0219ti,
\nS\u0103 ne-ntreb\u0103m, de te iubesc, de m\u0103 iube\u0219ti,
\nDar, fugit-a visul… din cer steaua a c\u0103zut !<\/p>\n

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LAS\u0102 MINTEA, PRINDE VISUL… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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De c\u00e2te ori nu simt c\u0103-n via\u021b\u0103-s trec\u0103tor,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd fr\u00e2u liber la dezam\u0103giri \u0219i pl\u00e2ngeri…
\nDeseori \u00eemi pare c\u0103 zenitul nu-i str\u0103lucitor,
\nChiar c\u0103-i cenu\u0219iu, de nimic bun prevestitor
\n\u0218i-a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 dezertez, s\u0103tul\u0103-s de \u00eenfr\u00e2ngeri…
\nCu aripi ca de \u00cengeri…<\/p>\n

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Departe, \u0219terg\u00e2ndu-mi g\u00e2ndurile de pe frunte,
\nPrecum se scrie pe file de poveste sau roman…
\nC\u00e2t mai sus, la un palat, pe creasta de munte,
\nBucur\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de lucruri c\u00e2t de mici, m\u0103runte,
\n\u00centr-o Lume-a Inocen\u021bei, pe-un alt poate liman,
\nF\u0103c\u00e2nd din fericire talisman…<\/p>\n

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Dar totodat\u0103, \u00eemi spun c\u0103 n-am timp de t\u00e2nguit,
\nC\u0103 via\u021ba \u00ee\u021bi poate multe d\u0103rui, dar \u0219i multe lua…
\n\u00cens\u0103, visele \u00ee\u021bi apar\u021bin, de nimeni nu po\u021bi fi jefuit,
\nDe ele s\u0103 ne prindem, oric\u00e2t ni-e trupul vl\u0103guit,
\nOric\u00e2t par zilele bo\u021bite, \u00een g\u00e2nduri pare a ploua,
\nDrept n-avem de-a e\u0219ua…<\/p>\n

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C\u0103-n vise, e destul s\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 crezi m\u0103car un pic,
\nT\u00e2rcoale \u00ee\u021bi vor da, la poarta sufletului \u021bi-or bate…
\nCuloare, sunet, miros, atingere, un cuv\u00e2nt mic,
\nSunt \u00eendeajuns s\u0103-\u021bi \u00eempleteasc\u0103 magia din nimic,
\nLa corabia visului vei pune p\u00e2nze, cu ea str\u0103bate
\nOceane, pe frunzele-\u021bi uscate…<\/p>\n

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O spun eu, care \u0219i mie-mi pare c\u00e2teodat\u0103 nefiresc,
\nCu mintea goal\u0103, suflet gol, cum ie\u0219i-voi din impas ?
\n\u00cenchid ochii, vis\u00e2nd c\u0103 din mas\u0103, o arc\u0103-mi f\u0103uresc,
\nDin perdele, p\u00e2nze fac, aripi parc\u0103 simt cum cresc,
\nArunc din camer\u0103 h\u00e2rburile trecutului ce-au r\u0103mas
\n\u0218i-alerg cu-al visului Pegas…<\/p>\n

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,,PE MALUL MARII ” pictur\u0103 de Anna-Nora Rotaru<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00een ulei, pe p\u00e2nz\u0103, dimensiuni 200 x 120 cm, <\/em><\/p>\n

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

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PE PLAI COBOAR\u0102 \u00ceNSERAREA… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ce lini\u0219te deplin\u0103-i \u00een v\u0103zduh, se-nchin\u0103 \u00eenserarea…
\nNici zumzet de albine, nici zbateri de-aripe de fluturi…
\nP\u0103\u0219e\u0219te-agale-Amurgul, ca un adagio simt vibrarea,
\nO boare racoroas\u0103, o aduce spre mal, valul, marea,
\nTe umple de extaz \u0219i fiorul rece te face s\u0103 te scuturi,
\nCa din aprinsele iubiri, s\u0103ruturi…<\/p>\n

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Lumina-i violet\u0103 coboar\u0103 acoperind din zare mun\u021bii,
\nGale\u0219 se prelinge, gonind ziua ce cat\u0103 s\u0103 se-ascund\u0103…
\nCu dosul palmei \u00eemi \u0219terg picuri din sudoarea frun\u021bii,
\nMai num\u0103r clipele orologiului, ca \u00een buzunar m\u0103run\u021bii,
\nPrivind cum soarele-obosit, cu fa\u021ba-i vi\u0219inie \u0219i rotund\u0103,
\n\u00cen spum\u0103 valului se-afund\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Aud ziua, c\u00e2nd sc\u00e2ncind, c\u00e2nd url\u00e2nd ca furibund\u0103,
\nVr\u00e2nd cu Timpul parc\u0103, s\u0103 mai fac\u0103 un compromis…
\nPare ca o barc\u0103-nc\u0103rcat\u0103 de culori, ce se scufund\u0103,
\nGem\u00e2nd \u00een agonie, cu ultimile-i spasme, muribund\u0103,
\nCer\u0219ind Amurgului s\u0103-i dea pe sub m\u00e2n\u0103 un permis,
\nS\u0103 n-o fure \u00cengerul Negru trimis…<\/p>\n

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Pe gr\u0103dina-mi amu\u021bit\u0103, noaptea cerne rece-albastr\u0103,
\nIntunericu-a\u0219tern\u00e2ndu-i mantia-i de neguros velur…
\nUn g\u00e2nd trist, violaceu, m\u0103 surprinde la fereastr\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eemi v\u0103d cum l\u0103crimeaz\u0103 violetele-mi din glastr\u0103,
\nCu parfum f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u0219i vise pentr-un greier trubadur,
\nR\u0103t\u0103cit printre azaleele din jur…<\/p>\n

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De departe str\u0103lucind, clipe\u0219te o lumin\u0103 pe pervaz,
\nPoate c\u0103 pe-un col\u021b de cer, veste\u0219te fulgeru-a furtun\u0103…
\nSau, poate c\u0103 timid\u0103 semiluna ascunz\u00e2ndu-se cu naz,
\nPrin pufo\u0219ii nori de-argint sau \u00eentr-al m\u0103rii obscur talaz,
\nLa sfat \u0219ez\u00e2nd, cu licurici puzderii \u0219i cu stelele-mpreun\u0103,
\nDin vise \u00eemi \u00eempletesc cunun\u0103…<\/p>\n

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

Atena, Grecia, martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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