{"id":38249,"date":"2018-04-26T15:02:17","date_gmt":"2018-04-26T15:02:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38249"},"modified":"2018-04-26T15:02:17","modified_gmt":"2018-04-26T15:02:17","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/04\/26\/irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Ne\u00een\u0163eleasa ploaie<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Prin picuri de ploaie,<\/p>\n

amurgul scutur\u0103 petalele florilor de prun,<\/p>\n

pe ramuri, copacul suspinului<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi poart\u0103 u\u015for florile.<\/p>\n

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Ne\u00een\u0163eleasa ploaie, prin argintul nop\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

despic\u0103 umbrele iubirii\u2013<\/em><\/strong>culori,<\/p>\n

v\u00e2rtej de imagini,<\/p>\n

silabe, spa\u0163ii, cuvinte.<\/p>\n

Fr\u00e2nturi de umbre se preling<\/p>\n

prin zborul sufletelor reg\u0103site \u00eentr-un s\u0103rut,<\/p>\n

lacrima lui o aude \u00een sufletul ei.<\/p>\n

Frunzele de pelin<\/p>\n

\u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie aroma triste\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva s-au plimbat pe marginea vie\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

azi r\u0103t\u0103cesc prin cea\u0163a p\u0103durii.<\/p>\n

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Margini pierdute prin vis,<\/p>\n

pe pod, o fata printre lacrimi prive\u015fte<\/p>\n

apa \u015fi timpul domol curg\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

\u00cen lini\u015ftea apei, prin pleoapa \u00eenchis\u0103,<\/p>\n

dep\u0103rt\u0103rile scad.<\/p>\n

Acum el plute\u015fte \u00een barca cea neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vremea furtunii s-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n

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Pe b\u0103ncile goale, pe-alei, str\u0103zi, v\u00e2nt \u015fi frunze,<\/p>\n

t\u0103ind curcubeie, prin raze de soare \u015fi stele,<\/p>\n

Ea \u015ftie, mereu El e \u00een inima ei…<\/p>\n

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O prim\u0103var\u0103 este g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/em>\u2013 <\/em><\/strong>O prim\u0103var\u0103 este g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u!<\/em><\/p>\n

Din dep\u0103rt\u0103ri, la chemarea zidurilor adormite,<\/p>\n

ecoul ne propag\u0103 respira\u0163ia,<\/p>\n

unind durerea \u015fi iubirea, clipa \u015fi speran\u0163a…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2013 <\/em><\/strong>Cine-mi red\u0103 acest tainic parfum,<\/em><\/p>\n

acest dar f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cini?<\/em><\/p>\n

Pe drumul \u00eenceput din nostalgie, devenit pas,<\/p>\n

devenit dans, devenit zbor \u015fi timp,<\/p>\n

devenit t\u0103cere,<\/p>\n

zi \u015fi noapte, trecutul uime\u015fte<\/p>\n

aburul prezentului unui timp de-amintire,<\/p>\n

unui timp de reg\u0103sire, unui timp de uitare…<\/p>\n

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\u2013 <\/em><\/strong>Dincolo de trup este adev\u0103rul!<\/em><\/p>\n

Sub cerul nostru, cuvintele nasc inscrip\u0163ii<\/p>\n

pe pietre, pe frunze, pe petale,<\/p>\n

pe drumul unde zefirul le risipe\u015fte…<\/p>\n

( cu pietre arunci \u00een mare,<\/p>\n

pietre verzi, ro\u015fii, albastre,<\/p>\n

pietre lucioase, pietre rotunde,<\/p>\n

\u00een multe cercuri concentrice undele se propag\u0103… )<\/p>\n

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\u2013 <\/em><\/strong>Toate pornesc de la un punct spre centru!<\/em><\/p>\n

Dincolo de marginea vie\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

orice desprindere na\u015fte un \u00eenceput uluitor.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u2013 <\/em><\/strong>Sub clarul de ceas al lini\u015ftii albe,<\/em><\/p>\n

construc\u0163ia din petale nu se poate d\u0103r\u00e2ma.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen fo\u015fnetul clipelor intri pe poarta lunii,<\/p>\n

( \u00een candela timpului nu exist\u0103 distan\u0163\u0103 )<\/p>\n

pe c\u0103r\u0103ri nesf\u00e2r\u015fite,<\/p>\n

prin oglinzi de cristal, c\u0103l\u0103torim spre stele<\/p>\n

izvor\u00e2te din scoici de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u2013 <\/strong>Nu te teme de vise, \u00een aerul ce trece<\/em><\/p>\n

prin oglinzile timpului,<\/em><\/p>\n

acolo nimic nu te poate r\u0103ni,<\/em><\/p>\n

nici g\u00e2ndul, nici cuv\u00e2ntul, nici raza de soare!<\/em><\/p>\n

Dincolo de fiecare oglind\u0103 un copil doarme,<\/p>\n

iar steaua care-l \u00eenso\u0163e\u015fte,<\/p>\n

\u00een aer, \u00eei multiplic\u0103 visul-evantai.<\/p>\n

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Arc peste timp, prin umbrele stelelor,<\/p>\n

cu un nuf\u0103r \u00een palme,<\/p>\n

pe c\u0103rarea albastr\u0103, te voi \u00eent\u00e2lni.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2013<\/strong> Deschide-\u0163i bra\u0163ele, tu, clip\u0103 a visului meu!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2013 <\/em><\/strong>O prim\u0103var\u0103 este g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Refugiu \u00een lumina unui z\u00e2mbet<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Copilul de aur e-n tine, e-n noi,
\nmereu te prive\u015fte, sur\u00e2de.
\nChiar dac\u0103 valurile trec,<\/p>\n

prive\u015fte-i z\u00e2mbetul pozna\u015f.<\/p>\n

\u00centoarce-te, g\u0103se\u015fte-i calea,
\ndeschide-\u0163i inima,<\/p>\n

ascult\u0103-i tainica \u015foapt\u0103,
\nlumin\u0103 cald\u0103,<\/p>\n

candel\u0103 vie,
\nnestins\u0103 de niciun v\u00e2rtej!<\/p>\n

Acest refugiu s\u0103-\u0163i fie locul<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd norii negri<\/p>\n

\u015fi dezn\u0103dejdea te vor lovi.
\nCondus de el,<\/p>\n

vei \u00een\u0163elege<\/p>\n

c\u0103 via\u0163a-i darul nepre\u0163uit.<\/p>\n

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Via\u0163a se scurge prin timp, iar timpul \u00ee\u015fi are timpii lui<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eu, tu, aici, acolo, <\/em><\/p>\n

rotunde piruete, \u00een pa\u015fi de dans, \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie fiori, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00een adierea visului, suspin e c\u00e2ntecul.<\/em><\/p>\n


\nPrin frunzele risipite de toamn\u0103
\nascul\u0163i curgerea timpului, din amfora antic\u0103 <\/em><\/p>\n

sorbi melodia – delicat mir –
\nbe\u0163ie a umbrelor nop\u0163ii, emo\u0163ie furat\u0103 din astre.<\/p>\n

Prin noaptea-nv\u0103luit\u0103 \u00een vraj\u0103, <\/em><\/p>\n

o m\u00e2n\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie perna, un fluture albastru adie… <\/em><\/p>\n

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O \u00ee<\/em>nsingurare solar\u0103<\/em> r\u0103<\/em>sfir\u0103<\/em> cuvintele,<\/p>\n

ad\u00e2nc p\u0103<\/em>trund \u00ee<\/em>n respira\u0163ia unui timp comun,<\/p>\n

pare s\u0103<\/em> ne coase, unul de altul,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00ee<\/em>n punctele cardinale ale inimii.<\/p>\n

Estompat este totul,<\/p>\n

ceva s-a pierdut, acolo, \u00ee<\/em>n v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Nimic nu mi\u015fc\u0103<\/em> durerea, asemeni unui lac lini\u015f<\/em>tit…<\/p>\n

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Via\u0163a se scurge prin timp, iar timpul \u00ee\u015fi are timpii lui!<\/p>\n

Labirint este via\u0163a, labirint este moartea,<\/p>\n

coridoare invadate de alte coridoare<\/p>\n

ce nu duc nic\u0103ieri,<\/p>\n

p\u00e2nza vie\u0163ii nu deruleaz\u0103 nimic,<\/p>\n

mileniile \u00eensele tr\u0103iesc \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri!<\/p>\n

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St\u0103p\u00e2na omului este via\u0163a, surprizele ei,<\/p>\n

feliile tortului de migdale,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd dulci, c\u00e2nd amare.<\/p>\n

Un paradis pe care nu-l vedem<\/p>\n

trece prin dreptul<\/p>\n

m\u00e2inilor noastre, spre visul unei patimi.<\/p>\n

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\u015etii c\u0103 ceea ce tr\u0103ie\u015fti \u00een clipa asta <\/em><\/p>\n

depinde de \u00eent\u00e2lniri \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare? Peste ani, <\/em><\/p>\n

clipa prezent\u0103 va fi, la r\u00e2ndul ei, o uitare \u00eent\u00e2mplatoare. <\/em><\/p>\n

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Pe unda sufletelor pereche, umbrele sunt \u00eengeri,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd ele nu mai sunt loca\u0163ii \u00een materie, \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 al\u0163i timpi,<\/p>\n

\u00eengeri care a\u015fteapt\u0103 cumin\u0163i reg\u0103sirea, re\u00eent\u00e2lnirea cu noi.<\/p>\n

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Nimic aici, doar t\u0103cerea ce curge din bol\u0163i…<\/p>\n

——————–<\/p>\n

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

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

26 aprilie, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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