{"id":37473,"date":"2018-04-02T21:48:23","date_gmt":"2018-04-02T21:48:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=37473"},"modified":"2018-04-02T21:49:24","modified_gmt":"2018-04-02T21:49:24","slug":"georgeta-resteman-anatol-covali-si-%e2%80%9evaltorile-sufletului-sau%e2%80%9d-in-%e2%80%9erogodele%e2%80%9d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/04\/02\/georgeta-resteman-anatol-covali-si-%e2%80%9evaltorile-sufletului-sau%e2%80%9d-in-%e2%80%9erogodele%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"Georgeta RESTEMAN: Anatol Covali \u0219i \u201eV\u00e2ltorile sufletului\u201d s\u0103u \u00een \u201eRogodele\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Nu \u00een fiecare zi \u0163i-e dat ca Dumnezeu s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eentoarc\u0103 fa\u0163a c\u0103tre tine \u015fi s\u0103-\u0163i d\u0103ruiasc\u0103 bucuria de a te r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163a \u00een leag\u0103nul cuvintelor cu c\u0103r\u0163i pe care n-ai visat vreodat\u0103 c\u0103 o s\u0103 le po\u0163i \u0163ine \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, \u015fi, mai ales, s\u0103 te \u00eenfrup\u0163i pe s\u0103turate din frumuse\u0163ea miezului lor artistic! V\u0103 m\u0103rturisesc cu toat\u0103 sinceritatea c\u0103 se pot \u00eent\u00e2mpla astfel de miracole, chiar dac\u0103 tr\u0103im \u00eentr-o lume mizer\u0103 \u015fi ignorant\u0103, \u00een care str\u0103lucirea aurului \u015fi goana dup\u0103 avu\u0163ie au suprimat, \u00een mare parte, gr\u0103untele de frumos din care ar trebui s\u0103 se hr\u0103neasc\u0103 sufletul pentru a putea supravie\u0163ui departe de orgolii, pref\u0103c\u0103torie, ur\u0103 \u015fi minciun\u0103. Ce poate fi mai frumos dec\u00e2t s\u0103 te treze\u015fti cu po\u015fta\u015ful la u\u015f\u0103, aduc\u00e2ndu-\u0163i un colet cu c\u0103r\u0163i?! \u201eA\u015f vrea s\u0103 v\u0103 d\u0103ruiesc c\u0103r\u0163ile mele, dac\u0103 accepta\u0163i \u015fi-mi da\u0163i o adres\u0103\u201d \u00eemi spunea domnul Anatol Covali cu pu\u0163in timp \u00een urm\u0103 \u015fi n-a pregetat, distinsul poet, s\u0103-mi trimit\u0103 nu mai pu\u0163in de 24 de volume de poezie sub semn\u0103tura Domniei Sale.<\/p>\n

Fiecare volum poart\u0103 amprenta artistului \u015fi poetului pe care l-am descoperit, din p\u0103cate, doar de cur\u00e2nd, cu dedica\u0163ie scris\u0103 cu migal\u0103 \u015fi art\u0103, \u00een care am g\u0103sit \u015fi o explica\u0163ie sumar\u0103 asupra con\u0163inutului fiec\u0103rei c\u0103r\u0163i \u00een parte. C\u00e2nd scrii cu at\u00e2t\u0103 d\u0103ruire nu mai pu\u0163in de 24 de dedica\u0163ii, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 semene una cu alta, cu siguran\u0163\u0103, c\u0103 o faci cu dragul cuvintelor pe umeri, dorind s\u0103 croie\u015fti, din condei, o direc\u0163ie de mers pentru viitorul cititor prin labirintul cuvintelor pe care le-ai pl\u0103smuit cu migal\u0103 \u015fi dragoste, a\u015fez\u00e2ndu-le \u00een sutele de poezii scrise de-a lungul vremii\u2026<\/p>\n

Odat\u0103 dezmeticit\u0103, dup\u0103 \u015focul produs de primirea nepre\u0163uitului cadou purt\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tura special\u0103 a unei \u00eentregi opere de valoare nu numai literar\u0103, ci \u015fi spiritual\u0103, moral\u0103 \u015fi istoric\u0103, \u00eenmagazin\u00e2nd tr\u0103iri unice, reale, speran\u0163e \u015fi dezn\u0103dejdi, agonie \u015fi extaz, iubire \u015fi resemnare, \u015fi c\u00e2te alte st\u0103ri care au pus, de-alungul vie\u0163ii, st\u0103p\u00e2nire pe sufletul distinsului \u015fi neobositului creator, am r\u00e2nduit volumele \u00een ordinea apari\u0163iei \u015fi m-am l\u0103sat purtat\u0103 pe aripile poeziei \u00een universul interior al domnului Covali. \u00cemi m\u0103rturisea, Domnia Sa, tot \u00eentr-o scurt\u0103 conversa\u0163ie atunci c\u00e2nd dezb\u0103tusem aplecarea noastr\u0103 spre poezia \u00een \u201edulcele vers clasic\u201d: \u201eTr\u0103im cu speran\u0163a \u015fi nici eu nu m\u0103 las! Am s\u0103 scriu p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ultima clip\u0103.\u201d<\/em> Ce poate fi mai concludent pentru a sublinia locul pe care \u00eel ocup\u0103 crea\u0163ia literar\u0103 \u00een sufletul \u015fi via\u0163a poetului?!<\/p>\n

\u00cen lini\u015ftea c\u0103su\u0163ei de la poalele Vl\u0103desei am pornit p\u0103\u015find u\u015for pe c\u0103r\u0103rile m\u0103rginite sublim de vers \u00een intimitatea volumului \u201eV\u00e2ltorile sufletului\u201d ap\u0103rut \u00een 2006, la editura Bibliotheca din T\u00e2rgovi\u015fte, \u201eavertizat\u0103\u201d de autor prin dedica\u0163ia frumos caligrafiat\u0103 \u00eentr-un scris-oglind\u0103 de suflet: \u201eUna din primele mele c\u0103r\u0163i publicate, Poetei Georgeta Minodora Resteman, cu prietenie\u201d.<\/em> Mi-am dorit s\u0103 lecturez, r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd, fiecare carte \u00een ordinea public\u0103rii pentru a deslu\u015fi parcursul poetic \u00een simbioz\u0103 cu tr\u0103irile autorului de-alungul carierei sale literare, poate \u015fi din cauza faptului c\u0103 sunt n\u0103scut\u0103 sub semnul zodiacal al analizelor minu\u0163ioase \u015fi profunde, ordonate, cum ar zice cineva, \u201eca la carte\u201d.<\/p>\n

Primul impact, prima surpriz\u0103: un nou gen de poezie \u00een form\u0103 fix\u0103, denumit\u0103 de autor \u201erogodel\u201d, un reu\u015fit experiment care a pornit de la gazelul clasic, ajustat \u00een propria-i g\u00e2ndire literar\u0103, elementul de noutate fiind rimele interioare \u00een versurile \u00een care \u00een gazelul clasic nu rimeaz\u0103. \u00cen l\u0103muririle pe care le adduce cititorului de la bun \u00eenceput, poetul explic\u0103: \u201eVolumul de fa\u0163\u0103, care cuprinde gazeluri de factur\u0103 rom\u00e2neasc\u0103, adic\u0103 melodioase ca limba rom\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi pe care le-am numit ROGODELE (ROGODEL), cuv\u00e2nt cu etimologie necunoscut\u0103 (deci poate fi \u015fi dacic) \u015fi care \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u00abfructe m\u0103runte, poame de tot felul\u00bb, \u00een limbaj poetic: poezii scurte \u015fi variate, ca tem\u0103 \u015fi ritm, o nou\u0103 form\u0103 fix\u0103 pe care o propun literaturii rom\u00e2ne\u201d<\/em><\/strong>. \u00cen momentul lectur\u0103rii, nu \u015ftiu de ce am fost tentat\u0103 s\u0103 fac o asociere a noului gen liric propus de domnul Covali, ROGODEL-ul, cu un fel de rug\u0103ciune a sufletului, melodioas\u0103, c\u00e2ntat\u0103, doinit\u0103\u2026 \u015fi pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce m-am ad\u00e2ncit \u00een lectura mi-am dat seama c\u0103 nu am gre\u015fit deloc!<\/p>\n

Cele 100 de poezii cuprinse \u00een volumul \u201eV\u00e2ltorile sufletului\u201d sunt scrise \u00een linia melodic\u0103 dictat\u0103 de tr\u0103irile autorului \u015fi armonizat\u0103 \u00een ritmul baterii \u015fi zbaterii unei inimi mari c\u00e2t \u00eentreg universul. \u201ePrim\u0103vara poemelor\u201d lui Anatol Covali \u00eencepe cu o \u201earie din opera triste\u0163ii\u201d poetului \u201ec\u00e2ntat\u0103\u201d pe notele durerii\u2026 Consider absolut necesar\u0103 redarea \u00eentregului \u201earanjament orchestral\u201d al poeziei pentru a v\u0103 edifica asupra formei, dar \u015fi asupra mesajului noului gen liric propus de Domnia Sa, Poetul:<\/p>\n

\u201eCe prim\u0103var\u0103 trist\u0103 era \u00een acea vreme<\/p>\n

care p\u0103rea c\u0103-n iure\u015f sosise prea devreme!<\/p>\n

Nu se-auzeau nici c\u00e2nturi,<\/p>\n

nici sevele-n fr\u0103m\u00e2nturi,<\/p>\n

doar lacrimi sugrumate t\u00e2\u015fnite din blesteme.<\/p>\n

\u0162i-am spus atunci \u00een \u015foapt\u0103:<\/p>\n

nu renun\u0163a, a\u015fteapt\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenfrunt\u0103 \u00eendoiala perfid\u0103, nu te teme<\/p>\n

\u015fi-atunci peste \u00eenfr\u00e2ngeri<\/p>\n

or s\u0103 coboare \u00eengeri<\/p>\n

ca lini\u015ftea-mp\u0103c\u0103rii \u00eencet, \u00eencet s-o cheme\u2026<\/p>\n

De-atunci sufletu-mi pl\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

\u015fi firmituri doar str\u00e2nge,<\/p>\n

iar inima r\u0103nit\u0103 de dor de-abia mai geme<\/p>\n

pe c\u00e2nd din amintire<\/p>\n

torc fire dup\u0103 fire<\/p>\n

\u015fi le \u00eennod zadarnic f\u0103c\u00e2nd din ele gheme,<\/p>\n

c\u0103ci vechea prim\u0103var\u0103<\/p>\n

revine iar \u015fi iar\u0103<\/p>\n

doar \u00een gr\u0103dina trist\u0103 a tristelor poeme\u201d<\/p>\n

\u015ei cum ai putea s\u0103 nu mergi mai departe alerg\u00e2nd printre versurile pline de har prin gr\u0103dina poemelor r\u0103s\u0103dite cu migal\u0103 \u00een sufletul poetului, care, torc\u00e2nd fire de sim\u0163ire din caierul vie\u0163ii \u00ee\u0163i a\u015fterne sub priviri covor de m\u0103rg\u0103ritare preschimbate \u00een cuvinte \u00een tot restul volumului?!<\/p>\n

Mi-am f\u0103cut o cafea mare \u015fi aromat\u0103, sim\u0163ind nevoia de a-l asculta pe Vivaldi \u015fi anotimpurile lui, \u015fi-am pornit din nou pe drumul rogodelelor domnului Covali, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd a-mi plia g\u00e2ndurile dup\u0103 propriile-i tr\u0103iri \u015fi trec\u00e2nd, bra\u0163 la bra\u0163 cu poezia Domniei Sale, prin adev\u0103ratele \u201ev\u00e2ltori\u201d care i-au biciuit \u015fi \u00eennobilat sufletul\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201eZiditorul\u201d de cuvinte fermecate, \u201emiresme izvodind din poezie\/ c\u00e2nd pun cupole\/ ca un nou Manole\u201d<\/em>, spune poetul, zide\u015fte necontenit \u201escormonind Olimpul\u201d, con\u015ftient fiind c\u0103 arta sa, \u201elivad\u0103 roditoare o s\u0103 fie [\u2026] \u015fi c\u0103 oricine\/ va pleca din mine\/ va reveni ca s\u0103-mi bea apa vie\u201d. <\/em>\u00a0Tr\u0103ie\u015fte cu stoicism \u201eSingur\u0103tatea \u00eenvinsului\u201d dar nu se las\u0103 \u00eenfr\u00e2nt de dezn\u0103dejde, \u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-se: \u201eUnde oare s-a ascuns\/ visul ce cu dor ne-a uns\/ ca mereu\/ tu \u015fi eu\/ s\u0103 nu pl\u00e2ngem \u00eendeajuns\/ c\u0103-n departe\/ ne desparte\/ un neant de nep\u0103truns?\u201d<\/em> \u00cencearc\u0103, zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se \u00een retorta \u00eentreb\u0103rilor \u00een care ard doruri, s\u0103 deslu\u015feasc\u0103 misterul iubirii ne\u00eemplinite\u2026 Dar \u201eC\u00e2ntecul inimii\u201d care \u201en-are contur\/ c\u00e2nd iubire \u0163\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte matur\/ \u00een orice g\u00e2nd\/ aripi mari flutur\u00e2nd\u201d, \u00eel <\/em>poart\u0103 prin labirintul amintirii iubitei c\u0103reia \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-i fure \u201edragul de demult\/ tinerescul tumult\/ ce-a izbucnit luminos din obscur\u201d. Hoin\u0103re\u015fte, poetul, \u201eAiurea\u201d,<\/em> zbucium\u00e2ndu-se prin \u201eh\u0103uri meschine\u201d dar nepierz\u00e2ndu-\u015fi speran\u0163a de-a z\u0103ri\u2026 seninul\u2026 Din penelul cuvintelor curg \u201eCulori\u201d care \u00eei pigmenteaz\u0103 tr\u0103irile, recunosc\u00e2ndu-\u015fi \u00eentr-o pictur\u0103 liric\u0103 inedit\u0103, tr\u0103irile: \u201ePictez febril\/ \u015fi m\u00e2zg\u0103lesc brutal\/ numai cu alb, dar el mereu devine\/ albastru, ro\u015fu, verde,\/ gri normal,\/ culori pictate bine de oricine\u201d. \u00cencarcerat \u00een templul dezn\u0103dejdii realizeaz\u0103 c\u0103 singura solu\u0163ie este \u201ePerpetuarea r\u0103bd\u0103rii\u201d \u00een a\u015fteptarea gr\u0103untelui de bine, nu numai sufletesc, ci \u015fi social, atunci c\u00e2nd \u201eN-a fost de-ajuns\/ c\u0103 m-au str\u0103puns\/ a trebuit s\u0103 spun \u015fi c\u00e2t\/ de bun \u015fi drept\/ \u015fi de-n\u0163elept\/ era cel ce m\u0103 lua de g\u00e2t!\u2026\u201d \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00centregul volum al domnului Covali este o pendulare absolut uluitoare \u00eentre agonie \u015fi extaz, \u00een c\u0103utarea binelui \u00eenalt, redat\u0103 \u00een poeme de o profunzime cov\u00e2r\u015fitoare care te ia pe sus \u015fi te duce \u00eentr-o clipit\u0103 \u00een lumea zbuciumelor sale prin \u201eVia\u0163a asta\u201d \u201eblestemat\u0103\/ \u015fi amar\u0103 totodat\u0103\/ ce apune-n\/ ur\u00e2ciune\/ c\u00e2nd abia este gustat\u0103\/ via\u0163a crud\u0103\/ ce ne-asud\u0103\/ c\u00e2nd ne spintec\u0103 pe roat\u0103\/ f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103\/ ca \u00een sil\u0103\/ s\u0103 ne-arunce dezgustat\u0103\u2026\u201d<\/em>\u00a0 Sufletul poetului c\u00e2nt\u0103 prin rogodelele sale, fie c\u0103-i trist, fie c\u0103 z\u0103re\u015fte raza de lumin\u0103 ce-i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie existen\u0163a, pentru c\u0103 el nu este altceva dec\u00e2t \u201eun c\u00e2nt\u201d al cuvintelor m\u0103iestrite, poezia \u2013 \u201ePas\u0103rea aceasta cu cioc de p\u0103m\u00e2nt\/ cu-ale c\u0103rei pene lacrimile-mi zv\u00e2nt\u201d..<\/em>. (\u201ePas\u0103rea aceasta\u201d).<\/p>\n

Urmeaz\u0103 o avalan\u015f\u0103 de \u00eentreb\u0103ri care macin\u0103 necru\u0163\u0103tor: \u201eCine?\u201d, \u201eOare de ce?\u201d \u201e\u00cen fond cine sunt eu?\u201d ce curg \u00een v\u00e2ltoarea unui suflet care \u201e\u015ei mai mult poate\u201d, rabd\u0103 \u201etotul din obi\u015fnuin\u0163\u0103\u201d dar printre suspine r\u0103zbate chemarea iubitei, singura care poate s\u0103 curme durerea \u201eacestui c\u00e2nt t\u00e2nguitor\u201d: \u201e\u2026 Vino, c\u00e2t mai pot s\u0103 zbor!\u201d Strig\u0103tul din ad\u00e2ncuri\u2026 \u201eOpre\u015fte-te, durere!\u201d<\/em> \u2013 \u201eDoar astfel a mea via\u0163\u0103\/ nu va mai sta \u00een cea\u0163\u0103\u201d<\/em> r\u0103zbate din promontoriul dragostei ce-l mistuie \u015fi c\u0103reia-i spune \u015foptit: \u201eTu, dragoste, e\u015fti c\u00e2mpul meu cu flori\/ cu roua \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it\u0103 pe culori\/ pe care fericit\/ o sorb vr\u0103jit\u201d<\/em> (\u201eTu, dragoste\u201d)\u2026<\/p>\n

Nu-i greu de ghicit faptul c\u0103 \u201eV\u00e2ltorile sufletului\u201d poetului se potolesc \u015fi se-nte\u0163esc, \u00een acela\u015fi timp, \u00een nem\u0103rginirea iubirii: \u201eIubirea n-are margini, ea e ca Dumnezeu\/ croit\u0103 din acela\u015fi tulbur\u0103tor mereu.\/ \u00cen splendida-i lumin\u0103\/ \u00eentotdeauna lin\u0103\u201d.<\/em> C\u00e2nd se \u00eentrez\u0103re\u015fte \u201eO gean\u0103 de lumin\u0103\u201d peste timpul \u00een care, spune poetul, \u201em\u0103 roade teama\/ \u015fi nu alerg ca poarta speran\u0163ei s-o deschid\u201d, re\u00eenvie pofta de via\u0163\u0103 \u00een sufletul s\u0103u, dorind s\u0103-nceap\u0103 \u201eo alt\u0103 via\u0163\u0103\/ pe care cu triste\u0163ea s\u0103 nu o mai ucid\u201d\u2026 Sigur c\u0103 odat\u0103 instaurat\u0103 prim\u0103vara speran\u0163elor, el ne spune cu convingere: \u201eNu mai sunt ierni\u201d \u015fi \u201eca pe o-mplinire-adev\u0103rat\u0103\/ Via\u0163a-mi amar\u0103\/ pare prim\u0103var\u0103\/ de-at\u00e2ta fericire-mbujorat\u0103\u201d!<\/em> \u00a0C\u0103 totul se zbate \u00eentr-o lume a contrastelor asemeni tr\u0103irilor proprii, recunoa\u015fte \u015fi-o spune r\u0103spicat, autorul, \u00een \u201eContraste\u201d: \u201eDe n-a\u015f fi din contraste croit, al meu destin\/ ar fi ca o b\u0103ltoac\u0103 \u00eencremenit\u0103-n lin [\u2026] \u00cen mine se \u00eenfund\u0103\/ c-o disperare crunt\u0103\/ s\u0103racul mult cu foarte bogatul meu pu\u0163in [\u2026] Chiar Dumnezeu \u00een mine\/ ne\u00eencetat devine\/ c\u00e2nd cup\u0103 cu licoare, c\u00e2nd cup\u0103 cu venin.\u201d <\/em>C\u00e2t de minunat \u015fi de frumos \u00ee\u015fi dezgole\u015fte spiritul acest om h\u0103ruit de Creator cu darul cuvintelor pline de sensibilitate \u00eenm\u0103nuncheate \u00een poeme!<\/p>\n

\u201eCea mai mare minune\u201d care poate fi, oare, alta dec\u00e2t iubirea, \u201eputerea ce fream\u0103t\u0103-n fragil\u201d? Iat\u0103: \u201eCe sentiment din mine nu s-a plecat umil\/ c\u00e2nd a trecut pe-al\u0103turi al r\u00e2sului t\u0103u tril [\u2026] c\u00e2nd marea ta iubire\/ \u00eemi d\u0103ruie-ocrotire\/ \u015fi-alint\u0103 cu r\u0103coarea din drag doru-mi febril\/ Azi \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit pot spune\/ nu e alt\u0103 minune\/ mai mare ca puterea ce fream\u0103t\u0103-n fragil.\u201d<\/em> Cu optimism debordant strig\u0103 poetul, cu toat\u0103 puterea cuv\u00e2ntului \u00ee\u015fi cheam\u0103 sortita, \u201eD\u0103-mi m\u00e2na!\u201d: \u201eVom merge-mpreun\u0103, n-ai team\u0103.\/ De vine vreo spaim\u0103 s\u0103 n-o iei \u00een seam\u0103.\/ Prin orice furtun\u0103\/ cu mine-mpreun\u0103\/ durerii, de-acum, nu-i vei da nici o vam\u0103.\u201d<\/em> \u015ei-apoi, de c\u00e2t\u0103 \u201eTandre\u0163e\u201d nu este \u00een stare omenescul din noi la o v\u00e2rst\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u201eanii-n plus\/ pe noi au pus\/ cernite valuri de triste\u0163e. [\u2026] ne-apropiem de b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163e,\/ pentru c\u0103-n noi\/ curg \u00een \u015fuvoi\/ p\u00e2r\u00e2uri limpezi de tandre\u0163e\u201d<\/em>! \u015ei oric\u00e2t ar fi de \u201eGreu\u201d prin norii gro\u015fi ai anilor ce n-au deloc clemen\u0163\u0103 vr\u00e2nd s\u0103 ne cheme-n neagra peniten\u0163\u0103 a vie\u0163ii de \u201edincolo\u201d, atunci c\u00e2nd ai \u201e\u00cen preajma ta\u201d un suflet drag\u2026 \u201e\u015fi suferin\u0163a pare\/ o tandr\u0103 \u015fi duioas\u0103 alinare.\/ Orice durere \/l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine piere\/ topit\u0103 de-al iubirii tale soare\u201d. <\/em><\/p>\n

Dar cum \u201ev\u00e2ltorile\u201d vie\u0163ii sap\u0103, biciuie, scurm\u0103 \u00een vadul lini\u015ftit, uneori sim\u0163i nevoia s\u0103 te deta\u015fezi de tine \u00eensu\u0163i refugiindu-te \u00een \u00eendeletniciri care te \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 \u015fi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie, strig\u00e2nd precum poetul: \u201eNu-mi apar\u0163in\u201d! \u00cenzestrat cu daruri p\u00e2n\u0103 la Dumnezeu, acesta scrie poezie, este omul scenei la oper\u0103 \u015fi \u201epictor pe dor\u201d\u2026 Iat\u0103 c\u0103 nu pot s\u0103 nu redau aici integral o poezie care, din punctul meu de vedere, reprezint\u0103 \u00een volumul de fa\u0163\u0103 crezul artistic al domnului Covali:<\/p>\n

\u201eNu-mi apar\u0163in. Creez o poezie<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015ei-mi pare c-am compus o simfonie.<\/em><\/p>\n

Fac ceva nou<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi-l v\u0103d ca un tablou<\/em><\/p>\n

din cea mai pre\u0163ioas\u0103 galerie.<\/em><\/p>\n

M\u0103 risipesc<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00eentruna cu-n firesc<\/em><\/p>\n

ce pare-apropiat de nebunie<\/em><\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103 vreau<\/em><\/p>\n

ca ce e-n plus s\u0103 dau,<\/em><\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu-mi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 totul numai mie.<\/em><\/p>\n

Pictez pe dor<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi t\u00e2ngui \u00een minor<\/em><\/p>\n

cu o nem\u0103rginit\u0103 d\u0103rnicie<\/em><\/p>\n

ce nu-i al meu,<\/em><\/p>\n

dar ce-am sim\u0163it mereu<\/em><\/p>\n

c-ar fi putut, de-a\u015f fi dorit, s\u0103 fie.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015ei-ncet, \u00eencet<\/em><\/p>\n

v\u0103 dau un nou poet<\/em><\/p>\n

care c\u00e2nd c\u00e2nt\u0103, sufletu-\u015fi sf\u00e2\u015fie\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Ce v\u0103 spuneam adineaori? Ardere pe altarul artei, aceasta este menirea adev\u0103ratului artist!<\/p>\n

Curg\u00e2nd \u00een culoarul ros de v\u00e2rtejurile v\u00e2ltorilor vie\u0163ii, poezia domnului Anatol Covali face o oprire \u015fi \u00een halta social\u0103 a tr\u0103irilor sale. Se zbat cuvintele \u00eentre \u00een\u0163elesuri \u00een poezia \u201eA\u015f fi putut mai mult\u201d\u2026 de\u015fi se am\u0103ge\u015fte, spun\u00e2ndu-\u015fi: \u201eSunt liber\u201d \u015fi vin \u00een contrapunere argumente care-i atest\u0103 \u00eengr\u0103direa: \u201eSunt liber. Dar ce fel de libertate\/ e-aceea \u00eengradit\u0103-n nu se poate [\u2026] Sunt liber s\u0103\/ iau doar ce mi se d\u0103\/ mereu cu ur\u0103 \u015fi cu r\u0103utate.\u201d<\/em> Continu\u0103 fr\u0103m\u00e2ntul artistului cu \u201eRisip\u0103 de grund\u201d \u2013 \u201ePun grund pe speran\u0163\u0103\/ c\u0103-i toat\u0103 o zdrean\u0163\u0103\u201d,<\/em> animat de \u201eR\u0103zvr\u0103tire\u201d exprimat\u0103 magistral \u00een vers baladesc mioritic: \u201eN-au mai ars la urm\u0103 stelele f\u0103clii\/ n-au c\u00e2ntat deasupra-mi p\u0103s\u0103rele mii\/ fiindc\u0103 n-am r\u0103bdat\/ s\u0103 fiu aruncat\/ de pe-o st\u00e2nc\u0103 neagr\u0103 c\u0103tre v\u0103i pustii [\u2026] spre a \u015fti c\u0103 sunt\/ bl\u00e2nd, dar devin crunt\/ cu cei care-n spate-mi urzesc mi\u015felii\u201d.\u00a0 De la \u201eNu mai am r\u0103bdare\u201d<\/em> la \u201eMoartea dorin\u0163elor\u201d nu mai e dec\u00e2t un pas, a\u015ftept\u00e2nd \u00eemplinirea \u201ePe digul speran\u0163ei\u201d sau, de ce nu, poate\u2026 \u201eOs\u00e2nda\u201d pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u201eMustind de lacrimi\u201d.<\/p>\n

Pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce m-am ad\u00e2ncit \u00een lectur\u0103 am realizat c\u0103 poezia domnului Covali din acest volum-bijuterie are o anume ciclicitate tematic\u0103, \u00een ansamblu fiind un reu\u015fit amalgam de tr\u0103iri ba din sfera vie\u0163ii sociale a autorului, ba din cea a tumultului s\u0103u sufletesc, neostoita lupt\u0103 pentru \u00eemplinire prin iubire. \u201eDragostea\u201d, \u201eA patra dimensiune\u201d,\u00a0 poeme cu tent\u0103 filosofic\u0103 fac trecerea spre \u201e\u00cemplinire\u201d \u2013 poem \u00een care autorul \u00eensu\u015fi recunoa\u015fte: \u201eSunt doar c\u00e2ntec,\/ vraj\u0103 \u015fi desc\u00e2ntec\/ a\u015fa dens c\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai \u00eencape\u201d. Dar\u2026 \u201eCe u\u015for\u201d se poate trece la un alt registru \u015fi \u00een poezie, ca \u015fi \u00een via\u0163\u0103, doar volumul de fa\u0163\u0103, dup\u0103 cum ne spune \u015fi titlul, nu con\u0163ine altceva dec\u00e2t v\u00e2ltori de suflet de poet, de artist, de om\u2026 Uneori, \u201eSingur\u0103tatea ocrotitoare\u201d ne este cel mai bun aliat \u015fi precum spune \u015fi poetul \u00een \u201eVoi fi mereu la fel\u201d, indiferent de intensitatea \u015fi efectele \u201ev\u00e2ltorilor\u201d, ceea ce este \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cinat \u00een suflet, acolo r\u0103m\u00e2ne! C\u00e2nd \u201eCeva n-a mers\u201d, trecem la \u201eTriste\u0163e f\u0103r\u0103 suflet\u201d, \u201eNumai prin chin\u201d \u201e\u015ei doar la greu\/ coboar\u0103 Dumnezeu\/ s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i s\u0103rute fruntea asudat\u0103\u201d\u2026 <\/em><\/p>\n

Cuget\u00e2nd la \u201eDurerea apostolului\u201d, \u201eProptit \u00een g\u00e2nduri\u201d, con\u015ftient de faptul c\u0103 \u201eNici o t\u0103cere\u201d nu e absolut\u0103 \u015fi lupt\u00e2nd din r\u0103sputeri pentru a-\u015fi l\u0103sa focul viu din suflet s\u0103 fie atins de dumnezeire prin credin\u0163\u0103, roste\u015fte poetul cu toat\u0103 inima: \u201eAm \u00eenvins!\u201d. Cu genunchii pleca\u0163i \u00een rug\u0103, vis\u00e2nd a fi din nou \u201e\u00cembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fat de tinere\u0163e\u201d poetul \u00ee\u015fi face o adev\u0103rat\u0103 radiografie a vie\u0163ii, \u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-se retoric: \u201eE via\u0163a mea?\u201d<\/em> Apoi, tr\u0103g\u00e2nd \u201eGiulgiul uit\u0103rii\u201d peste lacrima triste\u0163ilor trecute, \u201eTot t\u00e2n\u0103r\u201d, sufletu-i c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u201eca un menestrel\/ vechi serenade\/ doine sau balade\/ \u00een care-ncerc s\u0103 par ce nu-s, rebel.\/ M\u0103 dor genunchii\/ dar \u00eemi ard r\u0103runchii,\/ c\u0103ci Dumnezeu e-n ei \u015fi eu \u00een El.\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

\u015ei zbaterile continu\u0103 \u00eentre \u201ePrezent \u015fi trecut\u201d, fr\u0103m\u00e2ntul regretelor, privind \u201etrist spre pun\u0163ile t\u0103iate\u201d se cuib\u0103re\u015fte \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2ntul speran\u0163ei peste care p\u0103\u015fe\u015fte spun\u00e2nd: \u201eEu sunt sem\u0103n\u0103torul\u201d<\/em>: \u201ePun \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/cuv\u00e2nt dup\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt\/ f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 sper m\u0103car c\u0103 va-ncol\u0163i [\u2026] Sem\u0103n\u0103tor nebun,\/ ce crede-ntr-un\/ mirabil viitor ce va rodi\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00centregul volum al domnului Covali te poart\u0103 prin meandrele poeziei prin nenum\u0103rate tr\u0103iri exprimate cu m\u0103iestrie poetic\u0103 \u00een versuri scrise parc\u0103 pe-un cap\u0103t de lir\u0103\u2026 P\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi elegiile r\u0103zbat \u00eenspre cititor pe note, sufletul poetului-artist liric av\u00e2nd puterea s\u0103 scrie \u015fi s\u0103 c\u00e2nte, \u00een acela\u015fi timp, rodind simbiotic bucurii \u015fi triste\u0163i transmise cu mare art\u0103 c\u0103tre cititorul \u00eensetat de frumos. C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd \u00een vers de rogodel un \u201eImn\u201d \u00eenchinat poeziei, autorul deconspir\u0103 efectul acesteia asupra sa: \u201eMinune e\u015fti, minune vie,\/ nemuritoare poezie\/ sublim\u0103\/ doar c\u00e2nd ritm \u015fi rim\u0103\/ te-ncorseteaz\u0103-n ve\u015fnicie.\/ \u00cen trud\u0103\/ sclavul t\u0103u asud\u0103\/ cioplind c-o sf\u00e2nt\u0103 frenezie\/ cuvinte\/ care s\u0103 te-alinte\/ cu a iubirii ging\u0103\u015fie.\u201d<\/em> \u2013 clipa de mare bucurie av\u00e2nd-o doar cel care \u00een \u201elumea poeziei \u00eent\u00e2rzie\u201d.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce am trecut de dou\u0103 ori \u00een timp de 24 de ore prin \u201eV\u00e2ltorile sufletului\u201d poetului Anatol Covali,\u00a0 artistul minunat \u201e\u00eent\u00e2rziat \u00een lumea poeziei\u201d m\u0103-ntreb, oare unde mai are Domnia Sa loc s\u0103-\u015fi p\u0103streze \u201eclipa de bucurie\u201d, c\u00e2nd de\u0163ine un adev\u0103rat tezaur de versuri \u201ecu ritm \u015fi rim\u0103\u201d?\u00a0 V\u0103 recomand cu toat\u0103 c\u0103ldura \u015fi dragostea fa\u0163\u0103 de cuv\u00e2ntul scris frumos s\u0103 v\u0103 umple\u0163i baierele sufletelor cu bucuria lecturii acestui volum. Mul\u0163umesc, distinse poet, Anatol Covali pentru cele 100 x 2 clipe de bucurie d\u0103ruite prin dubla lectur\u0103 a primului dintre cele 24 de volume ce mi le-a\u0163i d\u0103ruit! V\u0103 urez s\u0103 v\u0103 bucura\u0163i clipele scriind \u00een continuare \u015fi d\u0103ruind poezie din preaplinul sufletului Dv. o ve\u015fnicie!<\/p>\n

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

(Din cilclul \u201eIMPRESII DESPRE O CARTE\u201d)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Georgeta RESTEMAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

27\/28 martie 2014<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103cuieu, Cluj<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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