{"id":38353,"date":"2018-04-29T12:36:04","date_gmt":"2018-04-29T12:36:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38353"},"modified":"2018-04-29T12:36:04","modified_gmt":"2018-04-29T12:36:04","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/04\/29\/irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0Atingerea sufletului <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Totul respir\u0103, totul vibreaz\u0103!<\/p>\n

Respira\u0163ia de unde vine, iubitule?<\/p>\n

Respira\u0163ia \u00eenseamn\u0103 via\u0163\u0103, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 dac\u0103 exist\u0103, exist\u0103 \u015fi via\u0163\u0103! <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Unde e\u015fti?<\/em> Aici, cu tine, a ta!<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een zori mor! <\/em>M\u0103 sim\u0163i?<\/p>\n

Anormal de bine, un cuib de fluturi e\u015fti, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0am p\u0103\u015fit, am trecut bariera,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 sunt dincolo de vis! <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu respira\u0163ia te-ating, ne topim, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0o pl\u0103cere unic\u0103, dur\u0103, greu de suportat, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0cu m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri divine ne bucur\u0103m sufletele. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0O \u00eencle\u015ftare, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0f\u0103r\u0103 arsuri, f\u0103r\u0103 nimic, am electrizat clipa!<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A\u015fa m-am trezit, p\u0103trun\u015fi, contopi\u0163i<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0– o lini\u015fte \u015fi-o nebun\u0103 pl\u0103cere -,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0nicio mi\u015fcare, transfer de lumin\u0103!<\/em><\/p>\n

Zidit\u0103 \u00een tine! Prin c\u00e2ntecul sufletului<\/p>\n

m\u0103 readuci aici cu pl\u0103cerea de-acolo sim\u0163it\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Un strop de privire, un strop de extaz!<\/p>\n

\u00a0Amestec de doi, nu te-ai desprins de mine. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00cen contopirea noastr\u0103 ne s\u0103rutam,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0privindu-ne \u015fi-n\u0163elegeam durerea pl\u0103cerii. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Peste tot te-am atins, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0o respira\u0163ie grea, sacadat\u0103, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0curgeam dintr-unul \u00eentr-altul. <\/em><\/p>\n

Vioara ta \u0163i-am fost, un c\u00e2ntec \u015fi un vis!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00cen armonia privirii tale m\u0103 oglindesc,<\/p>\n

ad\u00e2ncul din tine-l simt.<\/p>\n

Cine poate cuprinde<\/p>\n

toate c\u0103ut\u0103rile pe care le purt\u0103m \u00een noi?<\/p>\n

Oare de ce m\u0103 durea? Era prea mult? <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Nebun\u0103 dorin\u0163\u0103, o reg\u0103sire! <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0M-am trezit f\u0103r\u0103 tine,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0s-a topit acel moment, dulcea pl\u0103cere. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Instant m\u0103 faci viu, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00eenchid ochii, m\u0103 ia nebunia! <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0P\u0103trunde-n realitatea acestui vis,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0at\u00e2t de mult te doresc, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0prin trupul t\u0103u vreau s\u0103 las r\u0103d\u0103cini! <\/em><\/p>\n

Un evantai de st\u0103ri, \u00een ochii t\u0103i,<\/p>\n

inima mea \u015fi-a reg\u0103sit Cerul!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cople\u015fitoare tandre\u0163e, nem\u0103rginit\u0103 iubire,<\/p>\n

imagini \u00eensorite scrise<\/p>\n

cu trupurile noastre, \u00een vis e via\u0163a!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00cen vis am ochii \u015fi ochii-s pe tine, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0cu buzele am sim\u0163it aroma adunat\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0 – s\u0103lbatic\u0103-n reac\u0163ii -, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0de durere, de pl\u0103cere, m-am trezit.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Ce s\u0103 aleg? <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Sunt clipe \u015fi pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, iat\u0103 dovada!\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Se na\u015fte adev\u0103rul! O alt\u0103 falie de timp!\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Revelate clipe – verigile eternit\u0103\u0163ii –<\/p>\n

Urmeaz\u0103-\u0163i dorin\u0163a \u015fi nu-\u0163i r\u0103ni inima!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ai \u00een\u0163eles esen\u0163a iubirii<\/p>\n

– o tain\u0103, seduc\u0103tor contur,<\/p>\n

amestecul de for\u0163\u0103 \u015fi vulnerabilitate,<\/p>\n

o alchimie, lumini \u015fi umbre filtrate,<\/p>\n

un paradis de-o clip\u0103,<\/p>\n

sc\u00e2ntei \u015fi noi emo\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

timida respira\u0163ie a prim\u0103verii,<\/p>\n

o hart\u0103 a dorin\u0163elor, atingeri, vibra\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

o avalan\u015f\u0103 \u00een care ne-afund\u0103m<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 la extaz,<\/p>\n

pulbere solar\u0103 risipit\u0103 peste noi,<\/p>\n

acea \u00eempletire de fericire incon\u015ftient\u0103 \u015fi dor,<\/p>\n

z\u00e2mbet, suspin, balsam \u015fi m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere,<\/p>\n

melancolii, triste\u0163i,<\/p>\n

lacrimi de durere, de pl\u0103cere, lacrimi,<\/p>\n

o singur\u0103 inim\u0103 puls\u00e2nd c\u00e2ntecul dragostei,<\/p>\n

un zbor, un dans, un vis…<\/p>\n

sublimul vis – e Via\u0163a!<\/p>\n

Contopirea nop\u0163ii cu ziua, un fream\u0103t, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0o prim\u0103var\u0103, perene r\u0103d\u0103cini, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0ad\u00e2nc\u0103 pasiune \u015fi-un nou \u00een\u0163eles <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0la fiecare pas, la fiecare privire. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0A\u015fa se scriu legendele!<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Respira\u0163ia iubirii<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

Omul d\u0103 lumin\u0103 lucrurilor \u00eentunecoase,
\nsufletul c\u0103l\u0103tor <\/em><\/p>\n

pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt este chinuit,
\n\u00een vis se-a\u015feaz\u0103 acolo unde-i place,
\nu\u015furat, luminat, \u00een\u0103l\u0163at.<\/em>
\nLumini se sting \u015fi se-aprind,<\/p>\n

risipind aurore spectrale<\/p>\n

\u00een destinul implacabil,
\n\u00een cercuri, p\u0103s\u0103ri ne-nso\u0163esc<\/p>\n

corabia torentului de vise.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam la tine, te priveam,
\nunde-i p\u00e2nza freatic\u0103 va fi \u015fi via\u0163a, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi sete potolit\u0103, \u015fi-at\u00e2tea altele,
\ndac\u0103 drumul e vibrant,
\npic\u0103tura de via\u0163\u0103 de acolo vine!<\/em>
\nCum m\u0103 vedeai? \u00centind palmele<\/p>\n

pline de cuvinte, alege!<\/p>\n

M\u0103 sim\u0163i, acolo, l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine,<\/p>\n

privindu-te \u00een culori str\u0103vezii?
\nAtins\u0103, m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103, alintat\u0103,<\/em><\/p>\n

ad\u00e2nc\u0103 sim\u0163ire, cu multe exclama\u0163ii <\/em><\/p>\n

de-mplinire \u015fi mul\u0163umire, <\/em><\/p>\n

prea departe am ajuns,
\ntr\u0103irea m\u0103 dep\u0103\u015fe\u015fte, din suflet vine,<\/em><\/p>\n

o foame reciproc\u0103 de energie, <\/em><\/p>\n

ca \u015fi iubirea, <\/em><\/p>\n

nu \u015ftii de unde se porne\u015fte<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi unde se va opri. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De ce s-a ales trupul <\/em><\/p>\n

pentru a definitiva crea\u0163ia? <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cemi plac reac\u0163iile tale de necontrolat, <\/em><\/p>\n

de bucurie, de satisfac\u0163ie,
\nvreau s\u0103 te tope\u015fti cu mine,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00een acel moment de erup\u0163ie <\/em><\/p>\n

din trupul de femeie,
\na\u015ftern\u00e2nd, apoi, o t\u0103cere fantastic\u0103.
\nNu orice trup ne \u00eempline\u015fte!<\/em>
\nPe unda iubirii ne topim<\/p>\n

unul \u00een bra\u0163ele celuilalt,
\nsim\u0163im totul \u00een umbra viselor,
\n– un dans al privirii, fiori,
\nz\u00e2mbet de prim\u0103var\u0103, ad\u00e2nc\u0103 emo\u0163ie,
\nlumin\u0103, \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u0103ri \u015fi dureri –
\ntr\u0103irea e vie, cald\u0103, de necuprins,
\ncuvintele par gola\u015fe, nedefinite…<\/p>\n

S-aprindem lumina, tulburat\u0103 vei fi,<\/em><\/p>\n

sim\u0163ind c\u0103ldura trupului,
\nmeri\u0163i mai mult dec\u00e2t crezi tu c\u0103 meri\u0163i!<\/em>
\nTotul trebuie s\u0103 curg\u0103, s\u0103 ard\u0103-n ad\u00e2ncuri,
\nfiecare cerc deschis trebuie \u00eenchis,
\nfiecare umbr\u0103 a zilei<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi continu\u0103 zborul vie\u0163ii,
\ntot ce se na\u015fte\u00a0 \u00ee\u015fi a\u015fteapt\u0103<\/p>\n

tr\u0103irea \u015fi-apusul umbrei perfecte.<\/p>\n

O energie bl\u00e2nd\u0103, necesar\u0103, <\/em><\/p>\n

este, acolo, \u00een funda\u0163ia de petale <\/em><\/p>\n

\u015fi construc\u0163ia de vise,
\no energie ne-aduce echilibrul vindec\u0103tor,
\nz\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u devine luminos,
\ndoar v\u00e2ntul \u015ftie s\u0103 se-opreasc\u0103,
\ns\u0103 nu d\u0103r\u00e2me lumea noastr\u0103.<\/em>
\n\u00cen scufundarea noastr\u0103 sibilin\u0103,<\/p>\n

sfid\u00e2nd s\u00e2ngele ro\u015fu al inimii puls\u00e2nde,<\/p>\n

cur\u00e2nd vom atinge marea, eterna lumin\u0103…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0Un vis \u00eentr-un vis<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe luciul apei, \u00eentr-o iubire,<\/p>\n

curg culori f\u0103r\u0103 a putea opri clipele.<\/p>\n

Un diamant este inima,<\/p>\n

cu c\u00e2t prive\u015fti mai ad\u00e2nc, cu-at\u00e2t mai pre\u0163ios!<\/p>\n

Prin ce sunt vii oamenii?- te-am \u00eentrebat c\u00e2ndva.<\/p>\n

– Prin flac\u0103ra lor, prin iubire!<\/em>– \u00eemi spui.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0– Dragoste \u015fi dorin\u0163\u0103!<\/em>– a\u015fa s-a numit visul p\u0103truns<\/p>\n

al soarelui \u00eentors cu fluturii-n floare.<\/p>\n

– Dac\u0103 \u00eenchid ochii rev\u0103d secven\u0163e de mare iubire,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0dorin\u0163\u0103, sim\u0163iri magnetizate, preludiu,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0a\u015fteptarea primelor reac\u0163ii<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u015fi consumarea lor, \u00een \u00eentregime, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0p\u00e2n\u0103 la epuizare,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0din ad\u00e2ncul faliilor p\u00e2n\u0103 mai sus de cer,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00een leag\u0103nul stelelor. Vioara, trezit\u0103 la via\u0163\u0103, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0vibr\u00e2nd, p\u00e2n\u0103 la lacrimi, cu mine! <\/em><\/p>\n

Un vis \u00eentr-un vis!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

– Ai un trup superb \u015fi s\u00e2nii de copil\u0103,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0d\u0103-mi buzele, le simt c\u0103rnoase, dulci,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0chiar dac\u0103 simt cum te eliberezi, fugind,\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00eenc\u0103 mai ai culoarea s\u00e2ngelui viu din ele\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0– memoria culorii lor –<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00een trupul copt de femeie. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Mi-ai r\u0103mas cu pl\u0103cerea trupului <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00een minte \u015fi-n unice sim\u0163iri…\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Ai p\u0103\u015fit, din vis, aici, a\u015fa ai curs \u00een mine,<\/p>\n

vibra\u0163ie reverberat\u0103 \u00een unda apei,<\/p>\n

\u00een cercuri, de la centru spre margine.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ad\u00e2ncuri mergi prin fiecare petal\u0103 rotit\u0103,<\/p>\n

deschis\u0103-n altarul crea\u0163iei.<\/p>\n

\u00cenchide ochii, explozie solar\u0103, sublimul,<\/p>\n

zborul \u015fi cercul de lumin\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u0163at!<\/p>\n

– M\u0103-ntreb, acum, ce este omul?\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Sc\u00e2nteia divin\u0103 manifestat\u0103<\/p>\n

ce-a\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 redevin\u0103 sc\u00e2nteie divin\u0103!<\/p>\n

Omul ar trebui s\u0103-\u015fi vegheze lumina dat\u0103, iubirea. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0– Ca ploaia ce picur\u0103 semnale de iubire, <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0din cer la p\u0103m\u00e2nt a\u015fteapt\u0103 sc\u00e2nteia.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0La o rota\u0163e perfect\u0103 a p\u0103m\u00e2ntului\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103 asta, o clip\u0103 d\u0103ruit\u0103 cuiva!\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

O clip\u0103, deloc \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

din a c\u0103rei mireasm\u0103 nu te-ai mai \u00eentoarce.<\/p>\n

Coboar\u0103-n ad\u00e2ncuri,<\/p>\n

vei g\u0103si esen\u0163a, eternitatea nemuririi!<\/p>\n

——————————-<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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\u00a0Atingerea sufletului \u00a0 Totul respir\u0103, totul vibreaz\u0103! Respira\u0163ia de unde vine, iubitule? Respira\u0163ia \u00eenseamn\u0103 via\u0163\u0103, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 dac\u0103 exist\u0103, exist\u0103 \u015fi [&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-38353","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38353","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=38353"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38353\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38357,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38353\/revisions\/38357"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38353"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=38353"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=38353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}