{"id":36950,"date":"2018-03-23T13:03:33","date_gmt":"2018-03-23T13:03:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=36950"},"modified":"2018-03-23T13:03:33","modified_gmt":"2018-03-23T13:03:33","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/23\/irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Arat\u0103-mi locul unde s\u0103 te g\u0103sesc<\/strong><\/p>\n

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<\/strong>Sub un cer incert, ascult cum c\u00e2nt\u0103 t\u0103cerea<\/p>\n

\u2013 \u201c \u00eenc\u0103 o zi a mai trecut f\u0103r\u0103 tine \u201d
\ncu voce slab\u0103 m\u0103 chemi.
\nDesprins u\u015for din ad\u00e2ncuri, \u00een noi e cuv\u00e2ntul,
\n\u00een zborul lui spre inimile noastre.
\nPrintre oglinzile mi\u015fc\u0103toare \u2013 un labirint
\nspre cap\u0103tul speran\u0163ei \u2013 stau m\u0103rturii
\ninscrip\u0163ii pe pietre, papirusuri \u015fi ceruri.
\nArat\u0103-mi locul unde s\u0103 te g\u0103sesc!<\/p>\n

Stau cu privirea \u00eenspre tine,<\/p>\n

\u00een soare te caut,
\nclepsidra \u00eemi c\u00e2nt\u0103 caden\u0163a nisipului,
\n\u00eentre dou\u0103 respira\u0163ii<\/p>\n

ascult cum cre\u015fte secunda,
\nprivesc cum \u00ee\u015fi \u00eenchide pleoapa,
\ncu fiecare val num\u0103r clipele<\/p>\n

ce se-ntorc la \u0163\u0103rm.
\nUn gest de uimire las \u00een fiecare scoic\u0103 \u2013
\nun fir prelungit \u00een undele noastre.
\nO stea s-a n\u0103scut \u00een fiecare copil,
\no tain\u0103 a adormit \u00een fiecare ceas.
\nArat\u0103-mi locul unde s\u0103 te g\u0103sesc!<\/p>\n

\u00cen larg a pornit corabia noastr\u0103,
\np\u0103trunde \u00een abisuri,<\/p>\n

precum pesc\u0103ru\u015ful, str\u0103punge timpul,
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 vise, deschide c\u0103r\u0103ri de lumin\u0103,
\nculege azurul cu v\u00e2ntul prielnic<\/p>\n

ce sufl\u0103 prin clopo\u0163ei \u015fi-ntinsele p\u00e2nze albe,
\ncu echipajul spre nemurire,
\nplute\u015fte lini\u015ftit\u0103 peste valuri.
\nArat\u0103-mi locul unde s\u0103 te g\u0103sesc!<\/p>\n

Tu care \u0163ii \u00een m\u00e2ini oglinda
\n\u2013 un \u00eentreg univers \u2013 e\u015fti v\u00e2ntul \u015fi marea,
\ncorabia, c\u0103pitanul \u015fi echipajul.
\nEcoul numelui t\u0103u
\ntrece leg\u0103nat de marginea timpului
\n\u2013 preludiu \u015fi a\u015fteptarea
\nce urc\u0103 \u015fi coboar\u0103 pe scara cerului.
\nArat\u0103-mi locul unde s\u0103 te g\u0103sesc\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Castelul de nisip al unui vis<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0,,Lumea devine vis, visul devine lume\u201d \u2013 Novalis<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>Au intrat \u00een vis scriind singura lor carte
\nce devenea realitate,
\npe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce literele cap\u0103tau contur,
\nforme, lumini \u015fi umbre.
\nUt pictura poesis\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>Pictau cuvintele, pagin\u0103 cu pagin\u0103,
\nprin straturi succesive, prin suprapuneri de tu\u015fe fine,
\ng\u00e2nduri fragile lovindu-se de cercuri concentrice,
\niubiri eliberatoare \u00een\u0103bu\u015fite,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 ce-au devenit vizibile \u00een \u015fi prin esen\u0163a lor.<\/p>\n

Erau concomitent personaje himerice \u015fi autori,
\nidealul ciocnind rutina,
\narta se ad\u0103uga vie\u0163ii,
\nclipe a\u015fternute \u00een refluxul vie\u0163ii.
\n<\/em>Mise en ab\u00eeme\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/em>Odat\u0103 cu zorii zilei,
\nnatura lui, aparent solar\u0103, se adapta
\nmisterului unei zbuciumate m\u0103ri nordice.<\/p>\n

Marea ei, melancolic-egee,<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u00e2mi\u0163a castelul de nisip<\/p>\n

din visul unei scriituri,
\ndin clepsidra visului unui alt vis.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00centre cer \u015fi p\u0103m\u00e2nt doar un timp<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00centr-un ochi de oglind\u0103, faldurile nop\u0163ii<\/p>\n

ne-opresc timpul<\/p>\n

pe strada M\u00e2ntuleasa.<\/p>\n

Intersec\u0163ii de raze \u015fi umbre,<\/p>\n

pun\u0163i c\u0103tre cer.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Galbene frunze, amintiri r\u0103scolite prin aerul lunii,<\/p>\n

p\u0103streaz\u0103 nisipul din vidul clepsidrei.<\/p>\n

Razele sufletului oglindesc<\/p>\n

mozaicul pa\u015filor mei prin \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Prin lumina felinarelor,<\/p>\n

aripi de \u00eengeri sf\u00e2\u015fie t\u0103cerea.<\/p>\n

Prelinse \u00een urm\u0103, dou\u0103 din umbrele mele<\/p>\n

se \u00eentind c\u0103tre cer.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunt umbrele sufletului nostru<\/p>\n

risipite \u00een tu\u2026 \u00een eu\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00een eu\u2026 \u00een tu\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi caut\u0103 urmele noastre \u00een timpuri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0O fat\u0103 \u0163i-a traversat timpul <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe moneda b\u0103tut\u0103 atunci<\/p>\n

a fost trecut eronat anul,<\/p>\n

o melodie de departe te cheam\u0103,<\/p>\n

poezia ei s-a ascuns \u00een tine,<\/p>\n

doar visul i-l por\u0163i \u00een suflet\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O fat\u0103 \u0163i-a traversat timpul \u2013<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

reamintirea unui alt timp sau doar<\/p>\n

o trecere temporar\u0103 printr-un nou timp.<\/p>\n

Acesta-i misterul \u015fi cheia timpului ei!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lumina ei a p\u00e2lp\u00e2it la ceas de sear\u0103,<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103torind \u00eempreun\u0103,<\/p>\n

pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00eenspre p\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

nu ai recunoscut-o,<\/p>\n

dar focul din m\u00e2n\u0103 i l-ai citit \u2013<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103 te-ai n\u0103scut din ne\u015fansa<\/p>\n

de a fi iubit \u015fi a o iubi<\/p>\n

dincolo de via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi moarte\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se las\u0103 noaptea. \u00cencerci s\u0103-i refaci traseul<\/p>\n

chiar dac\u0103 nu \u015fi-a atins cerul sufletului,<\/p>\n

nici stelele \u00een palm\u0103 nu le-a \u0163inut,<\/p>\n

nu se auzeau nici m\u0103car \u015foapte,<\/p>\n

doar fo\u015fnetul clipelor \u015fi s\u00e2ngele buzelor.<\/p>\n

Dar setea nu \u0163i-o potolesc!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Printre copaci v\u00e2ntul \u00ee\u015fi poart\u0103<\/p>\n

suspinul frunzelor pe alei,<\/p>\n

\u2013<\/em><\/strong> blestemul r\u0103t\u0103cirii at\u00e2tor vie\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

neav\u00e2nd construit\u0103 funda\u0163ia de petale.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ochii de culoarea timpului<\/p>\n

re\u0163ii doar clipa vis\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

Ce ai ast\u0103zi,<\/p>\n

m\u00e2ine poate fi o mare durere!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Din aripi bate \u015fi zboar\u0103 o porumbi\u0163\u0103 alb\u0103,<\/p>\n

o melodie auzi,<\/p>\n

prive\u015fti \u00eenainte vr\u0103jit \u2013<\/em><\/strong> cercuri mari,<\/p>\n

\u00een oglinda apei, face valul,<\/p>\n

malurile se dep\u0103rteaz\u0103 \u00eencet,<\/p>\n

din umbr\u0103 lunec\u0103 luntrea \u00eenspre lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere, u\u015furat de poveri,<\/p>\n

sufletul e desprins, acum, \u00een cerul sub\u0163ire,<\/p>\n

\u00een cerurile de dincolo de cer se vor uni \u00een uitare\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sincope temporale<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ecoul \u00eentreb\u0103rilor str\u0103bate \u00eenchise universuri interioare.<\/p>\n

Acolo unde mergi tu<\/p>\n

Moartea te-nso\u0163e\u015fte, pas cu pas.<\/p>\n

Cei ce se-aseam\u0103n\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103toresc prin trecutul zilei de m\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

prezentul din fluidul anilor din ad\u00e2ncul timpului mistuitor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Distan\u0163e-ntinse \u00een toate direc\u0163iile prin t\u0103ceri lungi,<\/p>\n

intersec\u0163ia viitorului Lui<\/p>\n

cu trecutul Ei prin pun\u0163i \u0163esute-ntre ele,<\/p>\n

de pretutindeni, frenetice culori \u0163\u00e2\u015fnesc \u00een negura misterului.<\/p>\n

Marea \u0162estoas\u0103* s-a mi\u015fcat prin dimensiuni palimpseste.<\/p>\n

Lumea nu este nici ce pare a fi, nici ceea ce nu pare,<\/p>\n

\u015fi ceea ce pare a fi, \u015fi ceea ce nu pare a fi,<\/p>\n

toate la un loc.<\/p>\n

V\u0103lul sub\u0163ire de cea\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

o-nf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 prin stria\u0163ii suprapuse,<\/p>\n

moartea-i fluidul acela albastru,<\/p>\n

albastru ca marea,<\/p>\n

albastru ca cerul disp\u0103rut \u00een gura mon\u015ftrilor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

El, albatrosul c\u0103l\u0103tor, schimb\u0103tor ca cerul,<\/p>\n

\u00eenghi\u0163it de paradoxuri,<\/p>\n

\u00een deriv\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi \u00eendreapt\u0103 corabia,<\/p>\n

dintr-un \u0163\u0103rm necunoscut \u00een altul,<\/p>\n

umpl\u00e2nd vidul orelor din pustiul zilelor, din anii sterpi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Necunoscutul l-a-nghi\u0163it, lumea \u015fi-a schimbat polii,<\/p>\n

pomii-n forme mi\u015fc\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2ntul s-a topit \u00eentr-un cer solid,<\/p>\n

iarba \u015foptea, florile c\u00e2ntau, aerul dansa.<\/p>\n

Prin desi\u015furi \u00eentunecate, el a intrat \u00een morm\u00e2ntul p\u0103durii.<\/p>\n

Umbre \u015fi forme pluteau \u00een aer,<\/p>\n

un vuiet se-auzea, tot mai puternic,.<\/p>\n

Prin nep\u0103trunsul de verde\u2013<\/em><\/strong>p\u0103dure,<\/p>\n

haotic urc\u0103, spre v\u00e2rf, c\u0103r\u0103rile muntelui,<\/p>\n

\u00eenfrunt\u0103 groaza cunoa\u015fterii.<\/p>\n

Istovit, tot mai ad\u00e2nc, scufundat \u00een el,<\/p>\n

urc\u0103 muntele din ad\u00e2ncul Infernului.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cel care p\u0103trunde \u00een flac\u0103r\u0103, \u00een zbor, \u00een v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u015fi M\u00e2na\u2013<\/em><\/strong>Ce-a\u2013<\/em><\/strong>Scris\u2013<\/em><\/strong>Totul<\/p>\n

va descifra hieroglifele sufletului tatuat.<\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 o cale de salvare:\u00a0 \u2013<\/em><\/strong> Voin\u0163a prin care de\u0163ii controlul!<\/em><\/p>\n

Prive\u015fte spre sursa de lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

fie ea palid\u0103, difuz\u0103, dar lumin\u0103,<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 exist\u0103 culoare<\/p>\n

exist\u0103 \u015fi lumin\u0103, chiar dac\u0103 nez\u0103rit\u0103!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Renun\u0163\u0103 s\u0103 mai caute, se trezi din mla\u015ftina disper\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

uitase durerea amor\u0163it\u0103 de timp.<\/p>\n

Trebuia s\u0103 se-ntoarc\u0103 \u00een el, spre ie\u015fire, prin labirint,<\/p>\n

\u00een c\u0103l\u0103toria interdimensional\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Obstacole de trecut \u2013<\/em><\/strong> p\u00e2ndind, mon\u015ftrii l\u0103untrici<\/p>\n

puteau oric\u00e2nd lovi, prin agoniile trecutului,<\/p>\n

proprii viermi, demonii ce-ardeau<\/p>\n

\u00een focurile interioare, m\u0103cin\u00e2ndu-i puterile.<\/p>\n

De erau mai puternici murea,<\/p>\n

descompun\u00e2ndu-se \u00een nefiin\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

sau continua drumul,<\/p>\n

\u00eentemni\u0163at \u00een ruinele min\u0163ii, prin corpul sl\u0103bit.<\/p>\n

O c\u0103l\u0103torie prin t\u0103r\u00e2mul pustiu<\/p>\n

ce-i distrusese bucuria \u015fi unica comoar\u0103, via\u0163a!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de aproape, dar la o eternitate distan\u0163\u0103!<\/p>\n

Amintiri t\u00e2nguitoare prin profunzimile lumilor infinite,<\/p>\n

intrarea-n existen\u0163a timpurilor, alegerile le apar\u0163in.<\/p>\n

Prin botezul focului<\/p>\n

s-au c\u0103utat \u00een chipul din ochiul mor\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Focul din Ea putea s\u0103-l mistuie,<\/p>\n

ghea\u0163a din Ea putea s\u0103-l vindece!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Afla\u0163i \u00een cercul cel mai \u00eendep\u0103rtat din cercurile concentrice,<\/p>\n

spre punctul sim\u0163urilor contopite cu vidul,<\/p>\n

a traversat infinitul s\u0103-l caute la marginea con\u015ftiin\u0163ei,<\/p>\n

\u00een expedi\u0163ia Ei de salvare, acolo unde<\/p>\n

paradoxurile sunt descifrate r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Asem\u0103n\u0103tori \u015fi totu\u015fi diferi\u0163i,<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103torind prin poten\u0163iale timpuri prezente,<\/p>\n

eliber\u00e2nd cele mai t\u0103inuite spaime \u00eentrupate,<\/p>\n

\u015fi-au croit calea \u00eent\u00e2lnirii<\/p>\n

prin infinite timpuri prezente,<\/p>\n

prin poten\u0163iale viitoare, descoperind<\/p>\n

momentele cheie \u2013<\/em><\/strong> puncte de r\u0103scruce-n timp \u2013,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103uza de-a lungul unei linii de flux<\/p>\n

\u00een universuri reasamblate.<\/p>\n

Privind \u00een direc\u0163ia Ei, o imens\u0103 flac\u0103r\u0103<\/p>\n

arz\u00e2nd \u00een mijlocul frun\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

iar, \u00een aceea\u015fi clip\u0103, f\u00e2lf\u00e2irea<\/p>\n

\u015fi umbra de ghea\u0163\u0103 a unor aripi imense.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Misterul Lui: prin El<\/p>\n

va r\u0103m\u00e2ne frumoas\u0103, nu va muri,<\/p>\n

prin El va primi darul timpului etern,<\/p>\n

tot ce-\u015fi dorea s\u0103 caute,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 \u015ftie,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 devin\u0103, s\u0103 fie,<\/p>\n

suprapuse imagini, chipuri,<\/p>\n

suflete scufundate ad\u00e2nc \u00een ei \u00een\u015fi\u015fi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Palid\u0103 luna r\u0103zbate prin cea\u0163\u0103,<\/p>\n

stropi albi de lumin\u0103 se-mpr\u0103\u015ftie asupra lor.<\/p>\n

Mereu vulnerabili \u00een fa\u0163a iubirii,<\/p>\n

noi \u00cenceputuri stropesc nisipurile Timpurilor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

*Marea \u0162estoas\u0103 <\/em>~ la indienii cheyenne din America de Nord,<\/p>\n

Marea \u0162estoas\u0103 e singura care poate purta \u00een spinare p\u0103m\u00e2ntul pe care-l fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103 Marele Spirit. C\u00e2nd povara devine prea grea, \u0163estoasa se mi\u015fc\u0103 \u015fi se-ntinde, provoc\u00e2nd cutremure de p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

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

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

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

Arat\u0103-mi locul unde s\u0103 te g\u0103sesc   Sub un cer incert, ascult cum c\u00e2nt\u0103 t\u0103cerea \u2013 \u201c \u00eenc\u0103 o zi [&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-36950","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36950","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=36950"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36950\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36953,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36950\/revisions\/36953"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}