{"id":38491,"date":"2018-05-04T08:44:52","date_gmt":"2018-05-04T08:44:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38491"},"modified":"2018-05-04T08:58:43","modified_gmt":"2018-05-04T08:58:43","slug":"valentina-becart-%e2%80%9datat-de-nefiresc-am-ramas-in-lucruri%e2%80%9d-cronica-volumul-de-versuri-%e2%80%9epoeme-pentru-mai-tarziu-%e2%80%93-autor-nicolae-valareanu-sarbu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/05\/04\/valentina-becart-%e2%80%9datat-de-nefiresc-am-ramas-in-lucruri%e2%80%9d-cronica-volumul-de-versuri-%e2%80%9epoeme-pentru-mai-tarziu-%e2%80%93-autor-nicolae-valareanu-sarbu\/","title":{"rendered":"Valentina BECART: \u201dAt\u00e2t de nefiresc am r\u0103mas \u00een lucruri\u201d ( cronic\u0103 – volumul de versuri \u201ePoeme pentru mai t\u00e2rziu \u2013 autor Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu S\u00e2rbu)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Poetul Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu ( S\u00e2rbu) ne prezint\u0103 un nou volum de poezie \u201dPoeme pentru mai t\u00e2rziu\u201d , volum ap\u0103rut la editura Lindenfeld, Bucure\u0219ti (2012).<\/p>\n

Cartea are un motto care determin\u0103 cititorul s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 pentru o clip\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 mediteze – mult mai profund – asupra existen\u021bei, asupra efemerit\u0103\u021bii lucrurilor.\u201dIvirea mea n-aduse niciun adaus lumii, \/ Iar moartea n-o s\u0103-i schimbe rotundul \u0219i splendoarea. \/ \u0218i nimeni nu-i s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 ascunsul t\u00e2lc al spumii: \/ Ce sens avu venirea? \u0218i-acum \u2013 ce sens plecarea?\u201d ( Omar Khayyam).<\/p>\n

Referitor la titlul ales… n-am putut s\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00eentreb: \u201dS\u0103 se fi inspirat domnul Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu dup\u0103 volumul de versuri \u201dRoman\u021be pentru mai t\u00e2rziu\u201d, semnat de Ion Minulescu?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ilarie Chendi face urm\u0103toarea remarc\u0103: \u201d parc\u0103 lumea de ast\u0103zi n-ar fi de ajuns de preg\u0103tit\u0103 s\u0103-l \u00een\u021beleag\u0103\u201d… Nu \u0219tiu care i-au fost ( \u00eei sunt) inten\u021biile poetului Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu, dar sper\u0103m ca cititorul s\u0103 ia act de scrierile din volumul \u201dPoeme pentru mai t\u00e2rziu\u201d, un volum remarcabil, de altfel, \u00een not\u0103 modernist\u0103, cu \u201dcheie\u201d, adesea,care solicit\u0103 implicare \u0219i medita\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Cultiv\u00e2nd versul liber, din care nu lipse\u0219te armonia \u0219i profunzimea g\u00e2ndului, cu ajutorul metaforei relevante, poetul reu\u0219e\u0219te s\u0103 confere stil \u0219i sensibilitate estetic\u0103 \u00eentregii expresii poetice.<\/p>\n

Prefa\u021batorul c\u0103r\u021bii, domnul Petru Dinu Marcel, face urm\u0103toarea afirma\u021bie : \u201d Cuv\u00e2ntul este atotputernic cu versuri zid, fort\u0103rea\u021ba de ap\u0103rare a sentimentului. \u00centrerup\u0103torul g\u00e2ndurilor, pictorul de forme \u0219i de suflet, totul \u00eencepe de la el. M\u0103\u0219tile multiple se dezbrac\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la esen\u021b\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cunosc\u00e2nd, destul de bine, a\u0219 spune, scrierile d-lui Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu, pot afirma c\u0103 domnia sa scrie versuri ca \u0219i cum ar picta, ca \u0219i cum ar respira, ca \u0219i cum ar fi ve\u0219nic urm\u0103rit de \u201dclipa cea repede\u201d.<\/p>\n

Fiecare vers \u00ee\u021bi aduce \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor un delicat tablou, \u00een tonuri, mereu mai variate \u0219i incitante.Volumul \u00eencepe, cum altfel, cu un poem \u00eenchinat poetului. Cine este poetul? Se stipuleaz\u0103 ideea c\u0103 poetul exist\u0103 deja… atunci c\u00e2nd se na\u0219te. El are o misiune: aceea de a eterniza \u00een versuri \u00eentreaga sim\u021bire \u0219i \u201ds\u00e2ngele neamului\u201d.<\/p>\n

Con\u0219tiin\u021ba poetului este \u00eenalt vis\u0103toare, dar nu rupt\u0103 de realitate. El \u0219tie c\u0103 totul vine, c\u0103 totul trece… ca-n marele incendiu al unui amurg de var\u0103. \u201d aminte\u0219te-mi c\u0103 sunt \/ un m\u0103nunchi de g\u00e2nduri \/ \u00een toate culorile \/ care se vor sf\u00eer\u0219i.\u201d ( Aminte\u0219te-mi c\u0103 sunt).<\/p>\n

Se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103, adesea, ca acesta (poetul) s\u0103 se afle \u00eentr-o criz\u0103 de identitate. Sunt momente delicate, pline de suferin\u021b\u0103. Neg\u0103sind solu\u021bii \u00een afar\u0103…, cu pa\u0219i u\u0219ori, \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 drumul c\u0103tre reg\u0103sirea de sine. \u0218i cum altfel, dec\u00e2t urc\u00e2nd, cobor\u00e2nd, alunec\u00e2nd, curg\u00e2nd ca \u0219i clipele care nu cunosc st\u0103vilare. Triste\u021bea, cu bra\u021bele ei m\u0103t\u0103soase, \u00eenv\u0103luie inima, de multe ori, \u0219i-o d\u0103ruie singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii, ca pe-o ofrand\u0103.<\/p>\n

Imagina\u021bia are un rol important \u00een crea\u021bie. Fecund\u0103 \u0219i iscoditoare, ea \u201dsmulge\u201d spa\u021biului infinit taine \u0219i semne ce-\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u201dna\u0219terea\u201d \u00een vers. Tras\u00e2nd o ax\u0103 \u201d\u00eentre dou\u0103 puncte imaginare\u201d poetul ne poate spune ( cu aproxima\u021bie) \u201d unde a r\u0103mas iubirea, \/ nelini\u0219tea \u0219i teama.\u201d<\/p>\n

Iubirea poate deveni pentru poet un adev\u0103rat \u201dIzvor\u201d atunci c\u00e2nd \u201dad\u00e2ncul meu\u201d e gata \u201d s\u0103 dea pe dinafar\u0103\u201d:<\/p>\n

\u201d \u00cemp\u0103timit c-o inim\u0103 de s\u00e2nge \/ cu chei de flori s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi deschid iubirea, \/<\/p>\n

Las pe rana durerii care fr\u00e2nge \/ polen de fluturi, alb\u0103 z\u0103mislirea.\u201d…<\/p>\n

Actul poetic cap\u0103t\u0103 consisten\u021b\u0103 \u00een momentele de revela\u021bie. A\u0219ezarea cuvintelor \u00een versuri nu se face oricum, ci cu mult\u0103 implicare \u0219i ardere l\u0103untric\u0103. \u201d a\u0219ez \u00een cuvinte, fior tremurat de glas\u201d; \u201dpl\u00e2ng vocalele umilite-n lacrimi\u201d. Ca \u00eentr-un adev\u0103rat ceremonial \u201d o aglomerare de semne prin vise, \/ cerneal\u0103 de g\u00e2nd \u00een nuan\u021be \u0219i forme\u201d \u2013 a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 prind\u0103 contur \u00een lumina semantic\u0103 a poemelor.<\/p>\n

Lirismul acompaniaz\u0103 scrierea poetului Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu, c\u00e2nd \u00een tonuri suave, c\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103rcate de tumult \u0219i nelini\u0219ti. Iat\u0103 c\u00e2t\u0103 delicate\u021be \u00een versurile ce urmeaz\u0103: \u201d Adun\u0103 cuvintele-n c\u0103u\u0219ul palmelor, \/ \u0219i sufl\u0103 peste ele un praf de adev\u0103r, \/ pune-n \u00een\u021belesul lor ce vrei s\u0103 spui, \/ ca pe-o s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103-n p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/ \u0219i-a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 germineze \u00een auz \/ sunete \u00eenv\u0103luite de crin.\u201d ( Cum curge apa ne\u00eenceput\u0103).<\/p>\n

De multe ori, poetul invoc\u0103 piatra, acest simbol al statorniciei \u0219i durabilita\u021bii, con\u0219tient fiind c\u0103 nicio clip\u0103 nu se mai \u00eentoarce. Trecerea inexorabil\u0103 a timpului \u00eei smulge o lacrim\u0103 la ceas de \u00eenserare.<\/p>\n

\u201dA\u0219 \u00eemprumuta pentru un timp o inim\u0103 dur\u0103 \/ s\u0103 nu-mi bat\u0103 neregulat clipele, \/ moartea s\u0103 n-o opreasc\u0103, \/ timpul s\u0103-i absoarb\u0103 lacrima rece.\u201d ( Inima pietrei).<\/p>\n

Temele predilecte din volumul \u201dPoeme pentru mai t\u00eerziu\u201d sunt: trecerea timpului, singur\u0103tatea, dorin\u021ba, iubirea, teama, dorul, moartea, visul, nostalgia etc.<\/p>\n

Exemple elocvente: \u201d Timpul st\u0103 s\u0103 rup\u0103-n ochii umezi \/ \u0218i clipele de nelini\u0219te \u00eemi sf\u00e2\u0219ie teama\u201d ; \u201d acum noaptea-i trist\u0103, gr\u0103dina p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103, \/ nu mai p\u0103streaz\u0103 aroma visului pierdut\u201d; \u201dnoaptea e \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103teas\u0103 \u0219tiut\u0103 de mor\u021bi, \/ pe criptele lor pl\u00e2ng ofili\u021bi trandafirii\u201d; \u201d sunt l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u2013 \u00eemi \u0219opteai cu-n sur\u00e2s \/ \u0219i v\u00e2ntul se \u00eente\u021bea lovind \u00een copaci, \/ iar tu erai frumoasa cu p\u0103rul flutur\u00e2nd.\u201d; \u201d tr\u0103iesc retras \u00een cochilia vie\u021bii, \/ ca \u00eentr-o \u00eenchisoare liber consim\u021bit\u0103, \/ condamnat la nesiguran\u021b\u0103\u201d; singur\u0103tatea pl\u00e2nge \u0219i-o s\u0103 moar\u0103 \/ tot l\u0103crim\u00e2nd la por\u021bile \u00eenchise\u201d; \u201d vom r\u0103m\u00e2ne aici pe marginea zilei \/ s\u0103 ruin\u0103m t\u0103cerea frumoaselor femei \/ \u00eentr-o cascad\u0103 de z\u00e2mbete pe umerii goi\u201d; \u201d m\u0103 \u00eemprosp\u0103tezi cu dragoste, \/ ca pe un trunchi, ramurile, \/ arborii \u00eemi cres pe suflet \/ cu p\u0103s\u0103ri cu tot\u201d; \u201d nu mai sunt singur \/ sub pa\u0219ii mei vine diminea\u021ba \/ cu un soare rostogolit peste umeri \/ \u0219i plec fluier\u00e2nd\u201d etc.<\/p>\n

Atunci c\u00e2nd iubirea, \u201d ca o flac\u0103r\u0103 pictat\u0103\u201d, \u00ee\u021bi iese \u00een c\u0103rare sim\u021bi cum \u201dprea mult\u0103 frumuse\u021be curge-n fream\u0103t\u201d, c\u0103 undeva se aprind candele \u00een noapte \u0219i totul \u00eenflore\u0219te \u00een lumin\u0103. Sufletul c\u00e2nt\u0103 cuprins de mirare, \u00een timp ce \u201dfemeia roste\u0219te un desc\u00e2ntec\u201d. \u0218i iat\u0103 declara\u021bia poetului:<\/p>\n

\u201dTu e\u0219ti floarea-soarelui, \/ Te rote\u0219ti numai dup\u0103 lumin\u0103, \/ Cu dragostea mea se coc semin\u021bele, \/ Cu uleiul t\u0103u m\u0103 sfin\u021besc.\u201d ( Floarea-soarelui). Adesea, poetul face incursiuni \u201d\u00eenl\u0103untru fiin\u021bei\u201d, acolo unde stau cuib\u0103rite o infinitate de temeri, acolo unde se \u00eent\u00e2lne\u0219te cu \u201d mun\u021bii cu piscuri ninse\u201d, piscuri b\u0103tute de v\u00e2nturi, curtate de furtuni. Accederea pe verticala spiritului nu se face cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103, dimpotriv\u0103, mereu \u00eenso\u021bit\u0103 de nelini\u0219te \u0219i zbucium.<\/p>\n

\u201dDe-acum singurul scop e ascensiunea \/ dar cui \u00eei voi m\u0103rturisi lupta \/ \u0219i modul cum exist\u0103 \u00een noi teama de \u00een\u0103l\u021bime\u201d…( \u00centotdeauna ploile m\u0103runte). Atunci c\u00e2nd somnul este p\u0103zit de \u201d\u00eengeri\u201d g\u00e2ndurile poetului caut\u0103 lumina \u00eemp\u0103c\u0103rii cu sine, cu efemeritatea clipelor care nu cunosc dec\u00e2t un singur drum: cel al stingerii, l\u0103s\u00e2nd doar ni\u0219te \u201durme ca ni\u0219te pa\u0219i pe z\u0103pad\u0103\u201d.Poetul scrie despre tot \u0219i despre toate c\u00e2te se perind\u0103 prin fa\u021ba ochilor, m\u00e2nat parc\u0103 de o alarm\u0103 interioar\u0103, fiecare \u00eent\u00e2mplare, fiecare fenomen din natur\u0103 este surprins de g\u00e2ndul inscoditor… ca, mai apoi, s\u0103 fie stilizat \u0219i prins \u00een cuv\u00e2nt, ca \u00eentr-o pictogram\u0103 \u2013 \u00eenainte de a ajunge la \u201dmarginea disper\u0103rii\u201e… \u00eenainte de a fi \u00eenvins de \u00eendoial\u0103 \u201dc\u00e2nd \u00een mine se dau lupte\u201d…<\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103, de multe ori, se simte un \u201dcondamnat \/ \u00eenchis \u00een t\u0103cere ca-n bezna \/ prin care nu trece nimeni\u201d…, nu poate s\u0103 nu constate c\u0103-n suflet mai exist\u0103 o flac\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i \u201d o sete obsedant\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2ngele meu\u201d – , determin\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103 caute noi \u0219i noi c\u0103i de salvare, de \u00een\u0103l\u021bare spre oazele \u00eensorite.<\/p>\n

Aceast\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u021bare este mai bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u0219i mai revigorant\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd ai al\u0103turi fiin\u021ba drag\u0103. \u201d Cea mai fioroas\u0103 spaim\u0103 \/ o pot \u00eenvinge \/ \u00eempreun\u0103 cu tine. \/ m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103rb\u0103tez s\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2nesc umbrele \/ \u0219i cu inima \/\u00ee\u021bi \u00eenc\u0103lzesc sufletul.( Frumoas\u0103 ca o furtun\u0103).<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori s-a sim\u021bit ca o \u201dcorabie b\u00e2ntuit\u0103 de furtun\u0103\u201d \u0219i-a \u00eendreptat g\u00e2ndul c\u0103tre fiin\u021ba iubit\u0103, \u201dfemeia de l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine\u201d, aceasta insufl\u00e2ndu-i \u00eencrederea de care avea \u0219i are nevoie.<\/p>\n

\u201dZilele \u0219i nop\u021bile curg ca apa, \/ tu e\u0219ti inima care m\u0103 fere\u0219te de v\u00e2ltori, \/ te voi urma \u00eendeaproape \/ ca pe un \u00eenger.\u201d ( Te voi urma).<\/p>\n

\u00cen goana trenului vie\u021bii, poetul Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu surprinde clipe \u0219i tr\u0103iri care-i marcheaz\u0103 existen\u021ba \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i pun amprenta asupra expresiei poetice; zborul p\u0103s\u0103rilor, b\u0103ncile goale, florile de liliac \u0219i crin, dang\u0103tul unui clopot, curcubeul, luna, seara, frigul, o fereastr\u0103, duminicile la biseric\u0103, lumina ochilor verzi, florile de cire\u0219, ad\u00e2ncul f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii, ziua p\u00e2rguit\u0103 de soare, dealuri \u0219i r\u00e2uri, toamnele t\u00eerzii, albul z\u0103pezii, umbrele lungi etc. Toate aceste lucruri \u00eei smulg c\u00e2te o tres\u0103rie de g\u00e2nd…, g\u00e2nduri cub\u0103rite \u00een \u201dcutele nev\u0103zute ale min\u021bii\u201e, acolo unde se afl\u0103 \u00eentreaga informa\u021bie a devenirii noastre. Contururi, forme, culori, aflate mai departe sau mai aproape de sufletul poetului, sunt imortalizate \u00een poezie. \u00centr-un ritm allegro…, adesea!<\/p>\n

Poetul pare a fi \u00eentr-o permanent\u0103 veghe, pentru a nu pierde din miracolul care se perind\u0103 prin fa\u021ba ochilor.<\/p>\n

Melancolia, o tr\u0103s\u0103tur\u0103 specific\u0103 firii poetice, \u00ee\u0219i face loc \u00een s\u00e2mburii amari ai amintirii sau a trecerii timpului, dar emo\u021bia nu erupe peste malurile g\u00e2ndului, este bine temperat\u0103, estompat\u0103, \u00een cele mai multe situa\u021bii: apare, uneori, ca o adiere lin\u0103, \u00een preajma cuv\u00eentului a\u0219ternut \u00een vers.<\/p>\n

\u201d\u00centemeierea lumii \u00eense\u015fi pare a fi de natur\u0103 poetic\u0103, ca atare, \u201eplin de m\u0103re\u0163ie, \u015fi totu\u015fi poetic locuie\u015fte omul pe p\u0103m\u00eent\u201d (F. H\u00f6lderlin).<\/p>\n

\u201dCu toat\u0103 aparen\u0163a zadarnicei expresivit\u0103\u0163i, a totalei transcontingen\u0163e, poeticul \u0163ine \u015fi de natura existen\u0163ialului (\u00een m\u0103sura \u00een care este investit cu noi deschideri metafizice). Existen\u0163ial pe care \u00eel re-nume\u015fte, \u00eel transcende \u015fi pe care \u015fi-l aproprie dup\u0103 un tipar mistic. Actul scrierii poetice poate deveni existen\u0163\u0103 plasat\u0103 \u00een mister, tentativ\u0103 profan\u0103 de sacralizare, redimensionare a centralit\u0103\u0163ii fiin\u0163ei. Dar f\u0103r\u0103 elementul sacral (de accedere la actul \u00eentemeietor), poeticul r\u0103m\u00eene s\u0103r\u0103cit de poieticitate.\u201d ( Ioan.F.Pop).<\/p>\n

\u00cen volumul \u201d Poeme pentru mai t\u00eerziu\u201d, semnat de poetul Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu ( S\u00e2rbu), metafora este liantul care asigur\u0103 profunzime scrierii. Aceasta recreaz\u0103 universul poetic, stabilind leg\u0103turi noi \u00eentre lucruri. Iat\u0103 c\u00e2teva exemple relevante:<\/p>\n

\u201d\u00een cochilia oval\u0103 a somnului\u201d; se des\u021belenesc c\u00e2mpiile timpului\u201d;\u201dm\u0103 doare g\u00e2ndul s\u0103rut\u0103rii arse\u201d; \u201d\u00eemi aud sufletul cum flutur\u0103 cuvinte\u201d; \u201ds\u0103 n\u021bi l\u0103crimeze ochii mir\u0103rii ascunse\u201d; \u201de o lini\u0219te ascuns-n ruin\u0103\u201d etc. Am selectat, pentru \u00eencheiere, un poem cu \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tur\u0103 grav\u0103, poem care cuprinde \u00een structura semantic\u0103 un \u00eentreg destin, o \u00eentreag\u0103 tr\u0103ire care-\u0219i rememoreaz\u0103 existen\u021ba:<\/p>\n

Nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t\u0103 lumin\u0103 a r\u0103mas \u00een g\u00e2nd;\/ ochiul se rote\u0219te cu mirare pe drumul parcurs.\/\u00cen nelini\u0219tea mea e ceva nest\u0103p\u00e2nit;\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201d V\u0103d anii cum mi se desfrunzesc pe sub pa\u0219i, \/Caut melodiile c\u00e2ntate c\u00e2ndva\/ Prin \u00eentunericul \u00een care am r\u0103mas ostatic;\u201d ( Te a\u0219tept).<\/p>\n

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Valentina BECART<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Poetul Nicolae V\u0103l\u0103reanu ( S\u00e2rbu) ne prezint\u0103 un nou volum de poezie \u201dPoeme pentru mai t\u00e2rziu\u201d , volum ap\u0103rut la [&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-38491","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38491","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=38491"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38491\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38494,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38491\/revisions\/38494"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38491"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=38491"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=38491"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}