{"id":36832,"date":"2018-03-21T10:25:08","date_gmt":"2018-03-21T10:25:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36832"},"modified":"2018-03-21T10:25:08","modified_gmt":"2018-03-21T10:25:08","slug":"anatol-covali-secvente-lirice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/21\/anatol-covali-secvente-lirice\/","title":{"rendered":"Anatol COVALI: Secven\u021be lirice"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Trufia cer\u015fetorului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Am fost \u015fi cer\u015fetor c\u0103teodat\u0103,
\ndar n-am cerut nimic, nici din priviri,
\n\u00een timp ce pe spinarea-ncovoiat\u0103
\nduceam un infinit de r\u0103stigniri.<\/p>\n

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Prin lume am umblat chiar \u015fi \u00een zdren\u0163e,
\ndar nimeni n-a v\u0103zut ce straniu-ar\u0103t,
\nc\u0103ci printre-at\u00e2t puhoi de existen\u0163e
\na mea n-a mers vreodat\u0103 \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t.<\/p>\n

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Am vrut s\u0103 nu-mi simt fruntea \u00een \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u015fi-ale minciunii palme pe obraz,
\ns\u0103 pot r\u0103m\u00e2ne limpede f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u00een loc s\u0103 m\u0103 f\u0103lesc \u00een chip de iaz,<\/p>\n

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S\u0103 nu ro\u015fesc \u00een fa\u0163a con\u015ftiin\u0163ei
\nc\u00e2nd ochii ei vor c\u0103uta febrili
\n\u00een sm\u00e2rcurile-ad\u00e2nci ale fiin\u0163ei
\npe ai tr\u0103d\u0103rii sumbri crocodili.<\/p>\n

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St\u0103 \u00eenaintea voastr\u0103 cel din urm\u0103
\n\u015fi ieri \u015fi azi, mereu biruitor,
\npentru c\u0103-n timp ce unii-au r\u0103mas turm\u0103,
\neu m\u0103 m\u00e2ndresc c\u0103-am fost \u015fi cer\u015fetor.<\/p>\n

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Zburam…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Zburam… \u015fi deodat\u0103 \u00eenfiorat am vrut
\npe-un fulg de dor s\u0103-ncalec, s\u0103 vin s\u0103 te s\u0103rut,
\ndar fulgul s-a topit \u015fi am c\u0103zut.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen locul pr\u0103bu\u015firii, c\u00e2nd noaptea e senin\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd stelele sunt albe \u015fi luna este plin\u0103,
\nse-arat\u0103 un izvor cu unda lin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Sunt lacrimile mele,
\nce nu-ndr\u00e3znesc s\u00e3 curg\u00e3 dec\u00e2t sub clar de stele
\nnesuport\u00e2nd lumina \u00een nop\u0163ile din ele.<\/p>\n

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De ai s\u00e3 vii vreodat\u00e3 la tainicul izvor,
\ns\u00e3-mi c\u00e2n\u0163i \u00een \u015foapt\u00e3 doina \u00eent\u00e2iului fior
\nca din uitarea trist\u0103 s\u00e3 pot s\u00e3 m\u00e3 cobor.<\/p>\n

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Dar s\u00e3 nu bei dintr-\u00eensul. Prive\u015fte-o clip\u00e3 doar
\ncum stelele uimite \u00een luciul lui tresar
\n\u015fi cum sorbindu-\u0163i ochii, sub st\u00e2nci de dor dispar.<\/p>\n

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Mai d\u00e3-mi o \u015fans\u00e3<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cen candela speran\u0163ei ne ardem r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd
\nnelini\u015ftile pline de-o trist\u00e3 a\u015fteptare,
\ncu g\u00e2ndurile ornic t\u00e3cerea m\u00e3sur\u00e2nd,
\ndumnezeind iubirea ce \u00eenc\u00e3 ne mai doare.
\n\u015ei dac\u00e3 ochii-n noapte \u00eei auzim c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd
\ne semn c\u00e3-n cuib de suflet \u00eenva\u0163\u00e3 cum s\u00e3 zboare,
\ncu-azur brodat pe aripi, p\u00e3s\u00e3ri de foc p\u00e3r\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

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Visez ca timpu-acesta s\u00e3-ncremeneasc\u00e3-n loc,
\ns\u00e3 nemurim ciudata \u00eentoarcere \u00een vreme
\nc\u00e2nd sufletele noastre \u00eens\u00e3m\u00e2n\u0163eaz\u00e3 foc
\ndin care cresc superbe \u015fi albe crizanteme
\nla care p\u00e2n\u00e3 ast\u00e3zi nu ne-am g\u00e2ndit deloc.
\n\u015ei p\u00e2n\u00e3 c\u00e2nd n-ajunge t\u00e2rziu acest devreme
\na\u015f vrea ca-n b\u00e3t\u00e3tura iubirii s\u00e3 mai joc.<\/p>\n

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De-am potoli odat\u00e3 acest ciudat v\u00e2rtej
\nce-n sufletele noastre din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd apare,
\natunci c\u00e2nd pasiunea devine un manej,
\nsunt sigur c\u00e3 speran\u0163a ar \u00eenv\u00e3\u0163a s\u00e3 zboare.
\nMai d\u00e3-mi o \u015fans\u00e3, poate e ultimul prilej,
\n\u00eeng\u00e3duie iubirii ce nu a ajuns floare
\nca-n clipa cea din urm\u00e3 s\u00e3 fie m\u00e3car vrej.<\/p>\n

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Anatol COVALI<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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

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