{"id":37968,"date":"2018-04-20T07:32:26","date_gmt":"2018-04-20T07:32:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=37968"},"modified":"2018-04-20T07:32:26","modified_gmt":"2018-04-20T07:32:26","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-versuri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/04\/20\/anna-nora-rotaru-versuri\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Versuri"},"content":{"rendered":"

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… \u015eI \u00ceNGERII-AU C\u0102ZUT DIN CER…<\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nMai cad \u015fi ultimele frunze uitate \u00een copaci…
\nMuste\u015fte trotuarul de ploaie \u00een b\u0103ltoace…
\n\u015ei nu \u015ftii \u00eencotro s-apuci \u015fi ce s\u0103 faci,
\n\u0162ip\u00e2nd, ai vrea lini\u015ftea s-o spargi, dar taci,
\n\u00cenchis \u00een Universul t\u0103u micu\u0163, ca o g\u0103oace !<\/p>\n

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\u00cen g\u00e2t, r\u0103m\u00e2ne vocea de parc\u0103 ai fi mut…
\nDe r\u0103zvr\u0103tite vorbe ce le-nghi\u0163i nemestecate…
\nArunci priviri fugace-n jur, ar\u0103\u0163i a fi pierdut,
\nNu-\u0163i place lumea, ce, cu m\u00e2inile-ai f\u0103cut
\n\u015ei-\u0163i pare-acum un joc de cuburi aruncate !<\/p>\n

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E \u00eentuneric… lini\u015fte ap\u0103s\u0103toare… nu-i t\u00e2rziu…
\nOra\u015fu-i gol… pustiu de oameni \u015fi orice vietate…
\nNimic nu mi\u015fc\u0103, nu se-aude, stropii cad zurliu,
\nDin ploaia monoton\u0103, prelins\u0103, ca zidul str\u0103veziu,
\nStropind lalele negre, \u00een r\u0103runchii t\u0103i plantate !<\/p>\n

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\u015ei… te tot poart\u0103 pa\u015fii, \u00een urm\u0103-\u0163i nu la\u015fi urm\u0103…
\n\u015etiind de traiul t\u0103u, at\u00e2t de mic \u015fi de mizer,
\nTe-apuc-o neagr\u0103 disperare, ca r\u0103t\u0103cit de turm\u0103,
\nC\u0103 nu ai rost \u015fi via\u0163a, cu fiecare pas se curm\u0103,
\nPitulat \u00een col\u0163ul lumii… s\u0103racule Om stingher !<\/p>\n

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Chiar fa\u0163a, s\u0103 nu-\u0163i se vad\u0103, o ascunzi \u00een glug\u0103…
\n\u015ei pl\u00e2nsul… chiar \u015fi-n pumni, \u00ee\u0163i este sugrumat…
\nC\u0103 dup-o via\u0163\u0103-ntreag\u0103, te sim\u0163i umil\u0103 slug\u0103,
\nNimeni s\u0103-\u0163i vin\u0103-n ajutor, nici Dumnezeu la rug\u0103,
\nS\u0103-\u0163i schimbe cursul vie\u0163ii, anost \u015fi zbuciumat !<\/p>\n

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Ai vrea un \u015fut s\u0103 tragi \u00een toate, s\u0103 se sfarme…
\nS\u0103 nu te sim\u0163i, at\u00e2t de slab, pitic, neputincios…
\n\u00cens\u0103 nu po\u0163i schimba nimic, c\u00e2nd celalt doarme,
\nNici b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-\u0163i geaba gura, cu gloatele-n larme,
\nDar nici cu m\u00e2ini cruci\u015fe, a\u015ftept\u00e2nd Cuv\u00e2nt Pios !<\/p>\n

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\u015ei chiar, cum s-auzi, \u00een lumea asta destr\u0103mat\u0103…
\nSe-mpr\u0103\u015ftie cuvintele, in ploi pe caldar\u00e2m… m\u0103 tem
\nC\u0103, \u015fi \u00cengerii au c\u0103zut din cer cu ploaia \u00eenspumat\u0103,
\nDin lumea lor, f\u0103r\u0103 prihan\u0103, ce poate-i sf\u0103rmat\u0103,
\nDe-o M\u00e2na mai presus de Ei, ca-ntr-un blestem !<\/p>\n

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JOC DE G\u00c2NDURI PRINTRE R\u00c2NDURI <\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nSunt prea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u015fi-un pic pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103…
\nNu mai pot s-aud, “adev\u0103rul” nud,
\nCe-mi st\u0103 la p\u00e2nd\u0103, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd a izb\u00e2nd\u0103,
\nNemilos \u015fi crud, ca un zmeu z\u0103lud…<\/p>\n

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Nu am ce zice \u015fi cin’ s\u0103-mi explice…
\nObosii-n zadar, juc\u00e2nd via\u0163a la zar…
\nPentr-un pumn de alice, devenii complice
\n\u015ei din falnic stejar, ajunsei \u0163\u00e2n\u0163ar…<\/p>\n

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Nu mai vreau veste, dintr-alea funeste,
\nCe-mi par minune, a sor\u0163ii nebune,
\nCa-n mijloc de fieste, s\u0103-mi fac\u0103 feste,
\nVoind s\u0103-mi r\u0103sune, fals c\u00e2nt pe strune !<\/p>\n

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Nici suspiciune, ce-n minte \u00eemi pune,
\nIdei c\u00e2nd pozna\u015fe, c\u00e2nd p\u0103tima\u015fe ,
\nF\u0103r\u0103-n\u0163elepciune \u015fi strop de ra\u0163iune,
\nG\u00e2nduri vr\u0103jma\u015fe, ce-mi p\u0103reau ginga\u015fe !<\/p>\n

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Nu am putin\u0163\u0103, \u00eendeajuns credin\u0163\u0103,
\nS\u0103-mi schimb ”ve\u015fm\u00e2nt” \u015fi discern\u0103m\u00e2nt…
\n\u015etiu… c\u0103-n nefiin\u0163\u0103, voi primi sentin\u0163\u0103,
\nD\u00e2nd jur\u0103m\u00e2nt, c-am s-ascult Cuv\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

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\u015etiu…c\u0103 acolo Sus, la al vie\u0163ii apus,
\nDe vei fi \u00eentrebat, spune-adev\u0103rat,
\nCa cinstit supus, c\u0103 regre\u0163i nespus
\n\u015ei d-e\u015fti vinovat, poate-i fi iertat…<\/p>\n

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Din via\u0163a-\u0163i \u00eentreag\u0103, hai hui pribeag\u0103,
\nNu-ncerca zadarnic, s-ar\u0103\u0163i slugarnic…
\nMai bine reneag\u0103, tr\u0103irea-\u0163i beteag\u0103,
\nDin suflet amarnic, p\u00e2n-acum jalnic…<\/p>\n

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\u015etiu… la c\u00e2ntar nu furi, nu sim\u0163i, nu \u00eenduri…
\nI\u0163i vor da tratament, dup\u0103 testament,
\nLa fe\u0163e caricaturi, \u00eengere\u015fti tr\u0103s\u0103turi,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 sentiment, nici trecut, nici prezent…<\/p>\n

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Acolo-n Nic\u0103ieri, vei uita ce-ai fost ieri…,
\nNimic n-o s\u0103 \u015ftim… de gr\u0103im… cum tr\u0103im,
\nN-ai ce s\u0103 speri, dar nici team\u0103 c\u0103 pieri,
\nNu \u015ftim c\u00e2t z\u0103bovim sau de-i locul sublim…<\/p>\n

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Nu semnezi foi, nu te-a\u015fteapt\u0103 nevoi,
\nNu te sim\u0163i prigonit, de ochi urm\u0103rit,
\nNu te sperie strigoi, nu-s la p\u00e2nd\u0103 ciocoi,
\nNu te sim\u0163i istovit, ci-n pace lini\u015ftit…<\/p>\n

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Iar dup\u0103 c\u0103in\u0163\u0103, vei alege-o dorin\u0163\u0103,
\nCel ce \u015ftie de toate \u015fi-n timp socoate,
\nCu-a Lui bun\u0103voin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi cu-a ta credin\u0163\u0103,
\nPe br\u00e2nci \u015fi pe coate, te-i \u00eentoarce poate…<\/p>\n

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,,DUPA FURTUNA, CURCUBEUL” de Anna-Nora Rotaru<\/em><\/p>\n

pictura\u00a0 \u00een ulei, pe p\u00e2nz\u0103, dimensiuni 120 x 90 cm, <\/em><\/p>\n

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

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R\u0102T\u0102CIRI PE CALEA TIMPULUI<\/p>\n

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\u00cenv\u00e2rtindu-ne \u00een jurul axei existen\u021bei, ca breloc,
\nNe fuge timpul, ca trenul, din trecut spre viitor…
\nN-avem vreo \u021bint\u0103 anume, doar cu pu\u021bin noroc,
\nDe-un vagon ne ag\u0103\u021b\u0103m, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd vreun loc,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2ndu-ne \u00een voia soartei, ca un copil ne\u0219tiutor !<\/p>\n

 
\nTrecutul e-n urm\u0103, un reper ce nu se schimb\u0103…
\n”Ce-a fost, a fost” zicem \u0219i trecem mai departe…
\nViitorului facem din ochi, c\u00e2nd vajnic el se plimb\u0103,
\nIluzii, verzi \u0219i-uscate doar, picur\u00e2ndu-ne pe limb\u0103,
\nFantezia incit\u00e2nd, ca de peripe\u021bii s\u0103 avem parte !<\/p>\n

 
\nNi se-arat\u0103 c\u00e2teodat\u0103, pe ascuns venind, ho\u021be\u0219te,
\nDin nebuloase, trimi\u021b\u00e2ndu-ne c\u00e2te-un r\u0103va\u0219…
\nScriindu-ne ceva cuvinte, la repezeal\u0103, se opre\u0219te,
\n\u00cen vise s\u0103 le lase, c\u0103 la trezit dispare \u0219i mute\u0219te,
\nFugind c\u00e2t mai departe, precum calul n\u0103r\u0103va\u0219 !<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218i-a\u0219a, adunat-am un pumn de r\u0103va\u0219e necitite,
\nC\u0103, n-a lasat vreo cheie s\u0103-i descifr\u0103m limbajul…
\n\u0218i, de ne-a zis \u00een vis, n-am \u00een\u021beles cuvintele \u0219optite,
\nPufuri de speran\u021b\u0103 g\u0103sit-am pe pern\u0103, r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ite,
\nCe-n valiz\u0103 ni le-am pus, c\u00e2nd ne f\u0103ceam bagajul !<\/p>\n

 
\nSperan\u021be… \u0219tiind c\u0103 gre\u0219eli iar\u0103\u0219i vom face…
\nTrecutu-i f\u0103r\u0103 surprize, \u0219tiut e, deci previzibil…
\nDoar Viitorul, \u00eencurajat d-efemerul ce ne place,
\nMai d\u0103 buzna peste noi, ne face, ne preface,
\n\u00cen marionete, tr\u0103g\u00e2ndu-ne de firul invizibil…<\/p>\n

 
\nCump\u0103r\u0103m, noi, la mezat, dorin\u021be, sentimente,
\nDe la Viitor, ce plictisit \u00een col\u021bu-i se retrage…
\nNimic ne-av\u00e2nd de-ad\u0103ugat, la clipele prezente,
\nNici sfaturi de urmat sau poate argumente,
\n\u00cencol\u0103cit \u00een poala Timpului, de i\u021be ne mai trage !<\/p>\n

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

Atena, Grecia<\/strong><\/p>\n

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