{"id":37286,"date":"2018-03-31T07:20:24","date_gmt":"2018-03-31T07:20:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=37286"},"modified":"2018-03-31T09:21:38","modified_gmt":"2018-03-31T09:21:38","slug":"patrick-j-sammut-winter-walk-plimbare-de-iarna","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/03\/31\/patrick-j-sammut-winter-walk-plimbare-de-iarna\/","title":{"rendered":"Patrick J.SAMMUT: Patrick J.SAMMUT: Winter walk \/ Plimbare de iarn\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/27.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-37292\" title=\"2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/27-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/27-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/27.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>WINTER WALK <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lights peep out of from hndreds of dark caverns<\/p>\n<p>feebly<\/p>\n<p>when the wind plays pipes through bollards<\/p>\n<p>worn out by decades of white haired winters.<\/p>\n<p>I walk happily and listen to the magical notes<\/p>\n<p>magical do re mi fa si la si do<\/p>\n<p>and again<\/p>\n<p>do re mi fa sol la si do.<\/p>\n<p>I look down in te dark<\/p>\n<p>and watch the waves beating angrily<\/p>\n<p>-or just beating-<\/p>\n<p>against the under passage<\/p>\n<p>where no car or human dares to wander!<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->White foam and a few floating boats<\/p>\n<p>anchored in panic.<\/p>\n<p>My lips salty crackers<\/p>\n<p>my nostrils catch the scent of algae<\/p>\n<p>thousand of them orphaned<\/p>\n<p>on the secluded beach.<\/p>\n<p>I walk and walk in the evening cold<\/p>\n<p>cross to the opposite curb<\/p>\n<p>not to get wet by high waves<\/p>\n<p>exploiding against the seafront.<\/p>\n<p>I am alone but happy<\/p>\n<p>free from short fleeing moments<\/p>\n<p>me and the wind<\/p>\n<p>me and the cold<\/p>\n<p>me and the sea<\/p>\n<p>me and the salty crackers<\/p>\n<p>the foaming white<\/p>\n<p>the moon playing hide and seek<\/p>\n<p>behind the fleeing dark clouds.<\/p>\n<p>Bliss at its best.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>PLIMBARE DE IARN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lumini firave se strecoar\u0103 din sute de caverne \u00eentunecate<\/p>\n<p>c\u00e2nd v\u00e2ntul sufl\u0103-n fluier printre pilonii<\/p>\n<p>obosi\u0163i de povara p\u0103rului nins al iernii.<\/p>\n<p>M\u0103 plimb fericit ascult\u00e2nd notele magice<\/p>\n<p>ale zilei, iar \u015fi iar.<\/p>\n<p>Privesc \u00een jos, \u00een \u00eentuneric,<\/p>\n<p>urm\u0103rind valurile zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se cu m\u00e2nie<\/p>\n<p>-sau doar zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se-<\/p>\n<p>\u00een h\u0103ul unde nu se aventureaz\u0103 nimeni!<\/p>\n<p>Plute\u015fte spum\u0103 alb\u0103, c\u00e2teva vase arunc\u0103<\/p>\n<p>ancora de primejdie.<\/p>\n<p>Buzele \u00eemi sunt s\u0103rate<\/p>\n<p>N\u0103rile adulmec\u0103 mirosul de alge<\/p>\n<p>E\u015fuate, mii dintre ele,\u00a0 orfane,<\/p>\n<p>Pe plaja singuratic\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>M\u0103 tot plimb \u00een frigul serii<\/p>\n<p>\u00censpre serpentina \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103<\/p>\n<p>ferindu-m\u0103 de valurile<\/p>\n<p>ce explodeaz\u0103 izbind \u0163\u0103rmul.<\/p>\n<p>Sunt singur, dar fericit<\/p>\n<p>departe de momentele de plutire<\/p>\n<p>doar eu \u015fi v\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n<p>doar eu \u015fi frigul<\/p>\n<p>doar eu \u015fi marea<\/p>\n<p>doar eu \u015fi buzele mele s\u0103rate<\/p>\n<p>albul \u00eenspumat<\/p>\n<p>Luna,juc\u00e2nd ,,v-a\u0163i ascunselea\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u00een spatele norilor peregrini&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Feerie \u00een toat\u0103 splendoarea.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Patrick J.SAMMUT<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Mosta, Malta<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>31 martie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Traducere \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103 Drago\u0219 Barbu<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>WINTER WALK &nbsp; Lights peep out of from hndreds of dark caverns feebly when the wind plays pipes through bollards [&#038;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-37286","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37286","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=37286"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37286\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37290,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37286\/revisions\/37290"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37286"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37286"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37286"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}