{"id":37981,"date":"2018-04-20T08:03:08","date_gmt":"2018-04-20T08:03:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=37981"},"modified":"2018-04-20T08:03:08","modified_gmt":"2018-04-20T08:03:08","slug":"anatol-covali-poeme-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/04\/20\/anatol-covali-poeme-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Anatol COVALI: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Sufletul meu c\u00e2nt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eu nu doar aud,
\nv\u00e3d sunetele.<\/p>\n

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Vibra\u0163iile lor
\nsunt ca ni\u015fte raze
\nde toate culorile,
\nde la albul cel mai pur
\np\u00e2n\u00e3 la negrul
\n\u00een care lumina
\nnu a p\u00e3truns niciodat\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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Sufletul meu c\u00e2nt\u00e3,
\ninima mea danseaz\u00e3,
\niar g\u00e2ndurile
\nsunt codrii
\n\u00een care r\u00e3sun\u00e3
\nbalade, doine,
\nsimfonii
\nc\u00e2ntate de g\u00e2ze,
\nde frunze,
\nde p\u00e3s\u00e3ri,
\nde ape.<\/p>\n

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St\u00e3…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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St\u00e3 cu m\u00e2na \u00eentins\u00e3,
\ndar semenii lui dragi
\nc\u00e3rora le-a d\u00e3ruit
\ntot binele
\nse fac c\u00e3 nu-l v\u00e3d,
\nnu i-o str\u00e2ng \u015fi trec mai departe.<\/p>\n

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A \u00eencercat s\u00e3-i opreasc\u00e3
\ndorind s\u00e3-i \u00eentrebe
\nce mai fac, cum o mai duc
\ncu s\u00e3n\u00e3tatea. \u015ei i-au r\u00e3spuns
\npeste um\u00e3r: M\u00e3 gr\u00e3besc,
\nn-am timp. Poate
\nvorbim alt\u00e3dat\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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Acest alt\u00e3dat\u00e3 a devenit niciodat\u00e3!…<\/p>\n

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St\u00e3 cu m\u00e2na \u00eentins\u00e3,
\nuite-a\u015fa, de-al dracului !…<\/p>\n

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Dac\u00e3 a \u00eenv\u00e3\u0163at ceva de la via\u0163\u00e3,
\na \u00eenv\u00e3\u0163at s\u00e3 spere…<\/p>\n

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Ieri, cineva a crezut c\u00e3 cer\u015fe\u015fte
\n\u015fi i-a dat un ban de poman\u00e3…<\/p>\n

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Corid\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ce hore mi-au \u00eencins nervii \u00een carne,
\ns\u00e2rbe, ciulendre, dans de c\u0103lu\u015fari…
\nS\u00e2ngele meu e plin de l\u0103utari
\nce n-au \u00een m\u00e2ini viori, ci sufl\u0103-n goarne.<\/p>\n

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Vibrez ca-ntr-un cutremur \u015fi mi-e team\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 sparg, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 risipesc.
\nSimt cum din suflet aripi mari \u00eemi cresc
\nc\u00e2nd dragostea cu patim\u0103 m\u0103 cheam\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Continu\u0103 ploi reci din pl\u00e2ns s\u0103 toarne,
\ndar eu \u00eencalec m\u00e2ndri arm\u0103sari
\n\u015fi ai triste\u0163ii tauri tari \u015fi mari
\ncu sete \u00eei izbesc chiar \u00eentre coarne.<\/p>\n

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\u015ei fericirea vesel\u0103 m-aclam\u0103
\nl\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 s\u0103 o iubesc firesc,
\n\u00een timp ce norii grei, din pl\u00e2ns se-opresc
\n\u015fi limpezindu-mi cerul se destram\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Esen\u0163a vie\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Fiecare om e o comet\u0103
\nsau un fulger care-n univers,
\niar \u015fi iar, sclipirea \u015fi-o repet\u0103,
\ndar \u00een alt\u0103 parte \u015fi-n alt mers.<\/p>\n

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Al\u0163ii vin \u00een locul de plecare,
\ncare este numai viitor,
\nrepet\u00e2nd mereu, cu-nfrigurare,
\nori\u015fice c\u0103dere \u015fi-orice zbor.<\/p>\n

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Ren\u0103scu\u0163i din seve-ajunse umbre
\nle \u00eemprosp\u0103t\u0103m cu noi tr\u0103iri,
\nc\u00e2nd str\u0103lucitoare \u015fi c\u00e2nd sumbre,
\ndup\u0103 cum zbur\u0103m prin \u00eempliniri.<\/p>\n

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Noi suntem de fapt fluidul vie\u0163ii,
\ncare doar prin moarte este pur,
\ntot a\u015fa cum zorii dimine\u0163ii
\nies plini de lumin\u0103 din obscur.<\/p>\n

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Orice moarte este-o primenire,
\no s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u0103 care va rodi
\npentru nesf\u00e2r\u015fita \u00eennoire
\na nemuritorului a fi.<\/p>\n

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Zbor albastru<\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nZbor albastru prin speran\u0163\u00e3
\nca s\u00e3 str\u00e2ng sute de stele
\nspre-a ciopli gr\u00e3bit \u00een ele
\ncea din urm\u00e3 cutezan\u0163\u00e3,
\nca la tot ce-a ajuns zdrean\u0163\u00e3
\ns\u00e3 fac splendide nacele
\npentru visurile mele
\nc\u00e3rora le dau nuan\u0163\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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Cioc\u00e2rlii \u00een mine c\u00e2nt\u00e3,
\naud susur de izvoare.
\nM\u00e2ng\u00e2i tandru orice floare
\nce-mi sur\u00e2de \u015fi m\u00e3-nc\u00e2nt\u00e3.
\nSpre-mpliniri visu-mi se-av\u00e2nt\u00e3.
\nStr\u00e3luce\u015fte-n mine-un soare
\nce cu raze sclipitoare
\nlacrimile mi le zv\u00e2nt\u00e3.<\/p>\n

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E desigur o minune
\ncare-mi ar\u00e3 \u00een fiin\u0163\u00e3
\narunc\u00e2nd \u00een suferin\u0163\u00e3
\n\u015fi \u00een pl\u00e2ns semin\u0163e bune.
\nC\u00e2nt pe-ale iubirii strune,
\ncred c\u00e3 totu-i cu putin\u0163\u00e3,
\nprinde via\u0163\u00e3-orice dorin\u0163\u00e3
\n\u015fi-n sur\u00e2s durerea-apune.<\/p>\n

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Stau mirat privind \u00een vreme
\nanii ce-au trecut degeaba
\nc\u00e2nd aveam plin\u00e3 cocioaba
\nde m\u00e2hniri f\u00e3cute gheme
\n\u015fi cum via\u0163a-mi nu mai geme
\n\u015fi un iure\u015f este graba,
\n\u00eei ucid triste\u0163ii gloaba
\n\u015fi-arm\u00e3sari fac din poeme.<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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