{"id":38670,"date":"2018-05-09T10:26:49","date_gmt":"2018-05-09T10:26:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38670"},"modified":"2018-05-09T10:28:48","modified_gmt":"2018-05-09T10:28:48","slug":"diana-ciugureanu-zlatan-timp-fara-granite-dintre-el","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/05\/09\/diana-ciugureanu-zlatan-timp-fara-granite-dintre-el\/","title":{"rendered":"Diana CIUGUREANU-ZLATAN: Timp f\u0103r\u0103 grani\u021be dintre el"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/33.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-38675\" title=\"3\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/33-297x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"297\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/33-297x300.jpg 297w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/33.jpg 500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 297px) 100vw, 297px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>Timp f\u0103r\u0103 grani\u021be dintre el<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mai \u0219tii, iubite, cum ne-au ascuns \u00een taina lor, cele mai frumoase pove\u0219ti, scrise cu ultimele pic\u0103turi de credin\u021b\u0103?<br \/>\n\u0218i \u00ee\u021bi mai aminte\u0219ti cum ne trezeau \u00eengerii cu melodia primelor z\u00e2mbete de reg\u0103sire?<br \/>\nAtunci, iubite, ti-am desenat chipul din norii plini cu roua iert\u0103rii \u00eentregii lumi<br \/>\n\u0218i a fost ceasul c\u00e2nd se num\u0103ra numai \u00een inimile noastre eternizate.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dac\u0103 ai fi \u0219tiut, iubite, cum \u00ee\u021bi biciuiam inocen\u021ba prin spiniii p\u0103catelor sp\u0103late cu strig\u0103tul s\u0103rutului singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii&#8230;<br \/>\nEu cred c\u0103 era micul popas \u00een bra\u021bele Lui Dumnezeu de at\u00e2ta tortur\u0103 a timpului spre m\u00e2ntuire&#8230;<br \/>\nNu m\u0103 pedepseai, iubite, dec\u00e2t cu uimirea unui univers \u00eendr\u0103gostit de acea minciun\u0103 a neputin\u021bei noastre<br \/>\n\u0218i \u00ee\u021bi \u0219opteam s\u0103 mergem cu degetele \u00eempletite precum firele de p\u00e2ine pl\u0103m\u0103dit\u0103 cu tihna inimii de mam\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00cemi cereai, iubite, s\u0103 nu te mai sufoc cu pa\u0219ii mei prin venele tale, iar eu tot \u00eenchideam ochii de at\u00e2ta clipit al genelor tale&#8230;<br \/>\nVedeai, iubite, cum m\u0103 rena\u0219te moartea umilin\u021bei de a te fi binecuv\u00e2ntat s\u0103-mi culegi sufletul din rugina petalelor?<br \/>\nIar dac\u0103 dang\u0103tul clopotului turnat din nev\u0103zute, ne perinda prin lanuri de desc\u00e2ntec,<br \/>\nEu \u00ee\u021bi povesteam cum m\u0103 striga\u0219i cu tot cu lutul vetrei obosite f\u0103r\u0103 un foc al glasului str\u0103mo\u0219ilor \u00eemp\u0103ca\u021bi cu tine.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Atunci se cerneau ecourile epidemiei de tr\u0103dare scurt\u00e2nd r\u0103t\u0103cirea prin sem\u0103natul de bine durut.<br \/>\nIubite, \u00eentinde m\u00e2na spre tot ce mi-ar surpa ziua \u00een noapte \u0219i noaptea \u00een zi<br \/>\nNumai ca fr\u00e2ntura de secund\u0103 \u00een care te vei fi concrescut, iubite, cu un anotimp \u00eembl\u00e2nzind toate zilele anului ferfeni\u021bate de mirarea c\u0103 nu erai,<br \/>\nSe prelingea ca mierea din sticlu\u021ba rug\u0103ciunii vestind p\u0103l\u0103laia primei \u0219tiin\u021be a dorului sond\u00e2nd stele cu lupa smereniei.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<\/p>\n<p><strong>Diana CIUGUREANU-ZLATAN<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>9 mai, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Timp f\u0103r\u0103 grani\u021be dintre el &nbsp; 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