{"id":38897,"date":"2018-05-21T13:27:26","date_gmt":"2018-05-21T13:27:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38897"},"modified":"2018-05-21T13:27:26","modified_gmt":"2018-05-21T13:27:26","slug":"in-romaneste-de-george-anca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/05\/21\/in-romaneste-de-george-anca\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00ceN ROM\u00c2NE\u0218TE DE GEORGE ANCA"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Catedrala Dr\u0103g\u0103\u0219ani – Bogdan Petriceicu Hasdeu \u2013 Folclor – Mariana Gurza – Kim Sowol – Si Mohand – Hayyim Nahman Bialik\u00a0 –\u00a0 Sandor Petofi – Khushal Khattak – Du Fu – Karol Wojtyla – Khalil Gibran – Jorge Luis Borges – Dylan Thomas – Peter Rosegger – Rainer Maria Rilke – Edgar <\/em><\/strong>Allan Poe – Rabindranath Tagore – Walt Whitman – Dante Alighieri – Joost van den Vondel – William Shakespeare –\u00a0 Luis de Camoens – Miguel de Cervantes \u2013 Mirabai – Thomas Moore – <\/em>Friedrich H\u00f6lderlin – Friedrich Schiller – Johann Wolfgang Goethe – George Byron – Dionysios Solomos – Blazon alchimic – Victor Hugo – Alexandr Pu\u0219kin – Giacomo Leopardi – Emily Bronte – Emily Dickinson<\/p>\n

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CATEDRALA\u00a0 <\/em>DR\u0218G\u0102\u0218<\/em>ANI<\/em><\/p>\n

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Biserica T\u00e2rgului \/ Catedrala Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani, Foto: circuitinvalcea<\/p>\n

\u00cen anii ’30 ai secolului XX Rom\u00e2nia a fost \u00een\u0163esat\u0103 de taberele de munc\u0103 ale legionarilor. La V\u00e2lcea \u015fi-au l\u0103sat amprentele \u00een trei locuri, cele mai cunoscute fiind Arnota \u015fi Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani.<\/p>\n

\u00centre anii 1935 – 1937 \u00een toat\u0103 \u0163ara au existat tabere de munc\u0103 ale legionarilor, create \u015fi promovate de partidul \u201eTotul pentru \u0163ar\u0103\u201d, condus oficial de Zizi Cantacuzino – Gr\u0103nicerul \u015fi, din umbr\u0103, de Corneliu Zelea Codreanu.<\/p>\n

Legionarii reparau biserici, drumuri, poduri, s\u0103pau f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni \u015fi construiau st\u0103vilare.<\/p>\n

Ideea taberelor de munc\u0103 era “importat\u0103” din Italia, unde fusese aplicat\u0103 de Mussolini, \u015fi din Germania nazist\u0103. \u00cen Rom\u00e2nia, se urm\u0103rea transformarea acestei mi\u015fc\u0103ri \u00eentr-o \u015fcoal\u0103 de formare a tineretului legionar, recompensat cu diplome \u00een care, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 locul \u015fi timpul de munc\u0103, erau men\u0163ionate \u015fi aptitudinile. Diplomele ajutau la accederea pe scara partidului.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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V\u00e2lcea a fost unul din jude\u0163ele unde legionarii au avut astfel de tabere. Trei dintre taberele de munc\u0103 la nivel na\u0163ional s-au \u00eenfiin\u0163at \u00een acest jude\u0163. La Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani, legionarii muncit pentru finalizarea construc\u0163iei Catedralei, au construit drumul care face leg\u0103tura \u00eentre M\u0103n\u0103stirea Arnota \u015fi M\u0103n\u0103stirea Bistri\u0163a \u015fi digurile de protec\u0163ie ale M\u0103n\u0103stirii Mamu, \u00eempotriva rev\u0103rs\u0103rii Oltului.<\/p>\n

Timp de dou\u0103 luni, \u00een 1935, \u00een jur de 100 de muncitori au fabricat 100.000 de c\u0103r\u0103mizi pentru biserica din Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani, \u00een perioada 13 iunie – 14 august.<\/p>\n

Funda\u0163ia bisericii era deja construit\u0103 de cinci ani. Lucr\u0103rile au fost supervizate de conduc\u0103torul oficial al partidului \u201eTotul pentru \u0163ar\u0103\u201d – generalul Zizi Cantacuzino – Gr\u0103nicerul care, potrivit documentelor, ar fi lucrat cot la cot cu salahorii.<\/p>\n

Prima biseric\u0103 \u2013 Biserica T\u00e2rgului, cum era numit\u0103 la \u00eenceput Catedrala din Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani, a fost construit\u0103 \u00eentre 1793 – 1798 \u015fi ref\u0103cut\u0103 \u00een 1870. \u00cen Primul R\u0103zboi Mondial a fost distrus\u0103, iar pe locul ei a fost construit\u0103 actuala Catedral\u0103, \u00eentre 1930 – 1936.<\/p>\n

Construc\u0163ia a avut la baz\u0103 proiectul arhitectului Jean V\u0103leanu. Actuala pictura dateaz\u0103 din perioada 1946 – 1947, opera unui artist plastic din T\u00e2rgu-Jiu\u00a0 – Iosif Keber. Alte surse \u00eel dau drept arhitect pe profesorul Alfred Mih\u0103escu din Bucure\u015fti. Enoria\u015fii au contribuit \u00een mare m\u0103sur\u0103 la repararea bisericii vechi \u015fi la construirea celei noi.<\/p>\n

Ruinele Bisericii T\u00e2rgului se mai p\u0103streaz\u0103 \u015fi ast\u0103zi.<\/p>\n

Este cunoscut faptul c\u0103 \u00een jurul ei s-au dat luptele dintre panduri \u015fi turci \u00een anul 1821.<\/p>\n

Doi ani mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00een 1937, partidul “Totul pentru \u0163ar\u0103” a ob\u0163inut la alegeri cele mai multe voturi exact \u00een regiunea Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, Sf\u00e2ntul Sinod al Bisericii Ortodoxe Rom\u00e2ne avea s\u0103 interzic\u0103 munca legionarilor la repararea sau construirea de biserici. \u00cen plus, Guvernul T\u0103t\u0103rescu a emis un decret – lege prin care se interzicea taberele de munc\u0103 ale legionarilor.<\/p>\n

Voluntariatul se f\u0103cea doar cu consim\u0163\u0103m\u00e2ntul administra\u0163iilor episcopale \u015fi implicit al avizului Ministerului Cultelor de la acea vreme. Interdic\u0163ia a durat un an, iar patriarhul Miron Cristea a fost f\u0103cut r\u0103spunz\u0103tor pentru \u201eac\u0163iuni anti-legionare.<\/p>\n

Catedrala din Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani nu este singura biseric\u0103 ref\u0103cut\u0103 de legionari. La fel au procedat cu M\u0103n\u0103stirea Izbuc – Ponoarele din jude\u0163ul Bihor, Buga din L\u0103pu\u015fna, Aciliu din Sibiu, Baciu din Bra\u015fov, Mamu \u015fi Arnota din V\u00e2lcea.<\/p>\n

\u00cen V\u00e2lcea, popularitatea ac\u0163iunilor legionare crescuse at\u00e2t de mult \u00eenc\u00e2t chiar \u00eentr-un ziar liberal al vremii ap\u0103rea un articol sub titlul \u201eC\u0103r\u0103mizile de la Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani\u201d, \u00een care era elogiat\u0103 munca celor implica\u0163i: \u201eSub comanda hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103 \u015fi perseverent\u0103 a tinerilor – preot G. Nec\u015fulescu \u015fi avocat Victor B\u0103rbulescu, o armat\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 de tineri, de copii \u015fi de fl\u0103c\u0103i, muncesc de luni de zile, \u00een pielea goal\u0103 \u015fi \u00een ar\u015fi\u0163a soarelui de var\u0103, pentru ca s\u0103 fabrice c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 \u00eenal\u0163e astfel Catedrala ora\u015fului Dr\u0103g\u0103\u015fani r\u0103mas\u0103 de at\u00e2ta vreme \u00een stare de proiect uitat \u015fi p\u0103r\u0103sit de c\u0103tre drept credincio\u015fii cre\u015ftini \u015fi rom\u00e2ni de acolo… Tineretul care credea odinioar\u0103 c\u0103 rezolv\u0103 totul prin violen\u0163\u0103 \u015fi distrugere, prin persecu\u0163ie \u015fi prigoan\u0103, prin exclusivism \u015fi toleran\u0163\u0103, s-a putut convinge c\u0103 mult mai util\u0103, mai atr\u0103g\u0103toare \u015fi mai eficace este lupta \u015fi munca pozitiv\u0103 \u015fi extrem de util\u0103 intereselor generale.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Bogdan Petriceicu Hasdeu<\/em><\/p>\n

Mater Dolorosa<\/h3>\n

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E\u015fti Dumnezeu, Isuse, \u015fi m\u00e2ntuie\u015fti o lume
\nPrin moartea-\u0163i n\u0103sc\u0103toare de noile idei;
\nDar mam\u0103 e M\u0103ria… ce-i pas\u0103 unei mume
\nDe lume \u015fi nelume, c\u00e2nd piere fiul ei?<\/p>\n

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Tu mori, Cel-f\u0103r’de moarte, c\u0103ci alte cruci Te cheam\u0103
\n\u00cen alte lumi d-a r\u00e2ndul pe buni a-i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia.
\nE\u015fti Dumnezeu, Isuse, M\u0103ria \u00eens\u0103-i mam\u0103:
\nPiroane, ea le simte; o\u0163et, \u00eel soarbe ea!<\/p>\n

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\u015e-alearg\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103, turn\u00e2nd Fecioara sf\u00e2nt\u0103
\nM\u0103rg\u0103ritari de lacrimi pe calea lui Isus;
\n\u015ei pl\u00e2nsul nu-i mai seac\u0103, ci-\u0163i pare c\u0103 s-av\u00e2nt\u0103,
\nS-av\u00e2nt\u0103-naripat\u0103 spre sferele de sus.<\/p>\n

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\u0162\u0103ranul poveste\u015fte \u2014 a lui e poezia! \u2014
\nC\u0103 din acele lacrimi albina s-a n\u0103scut:
\nAmar i-e acul; mierea-i e dulce ca M\u0103ria;
\n\u015ei tot prin flori colind\u0103 c\u0103t\u00e2nd pe cel perdut…<\/p>\n

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Folclor<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Colo sus \u00een vremea ceia<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Colo sus \u00een vremea ceia [bis]
\n\u00cen frumoasa Galileea,
\nO fecioar\u0103 vie\u0163uia
\nCe Maria se numea.<\/p>\n

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Nazaret era ora\u015ful
\nUnde ea-\u015fi avea s\u0103la\u015ful.
\n\u00centr-o zi Maria sta
\nSingur\u0103 \u015fi se ruga<\/p>\n

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\u00cengerul Gavril intrase
\nLa Sf\u00e2nta fecioara-n cas\u0103
\n\u015ei din zbor cum se oprir\u0103
\n“Bucur\u0103-te” \u00eei gr\u0103ir\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u015ei deodat\u0103 ce v\u0103zur\u0103:
\nCasa toat\u0103-i se umplur\u0103
\nDe-o lumin\u0103 lucitoare
\nCa lumina de la soare<\/p>\n

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Mariana Gurza<\/p>\n

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October 17, 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

At <\/em><\/strong>anniversary <\/em><\/strong>hour<\/em><\/strong>
\n(Dedicated <\/em><\/strong>to <\/em><\/strong>Gabriela Victoria <\/em><\/strong>Mnerie<\/em><\/strong>)<\/p>\n

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At mystery hour<\/p>\n

Lingering I think<\/p>\n

To my godchild<\/p>\n

Today celebrating…<\/p>\n

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Years smoothly flow
\nLoaded by \u00a0buds …
\nBut you diligently
\nFulfill your dreams …<\/p>\n

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Love triumphs
\nWhere your steps direct you
\nFor him, the same nymph
\nAs times of yore …<\/p>\n

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God, shyly please
\nMultiply his LOVE
\nTo have emolument
\nBy feeling your stroking.<\/p>\n

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God, shyly please
\nMultiply his LOVE
\nTo have emolument
\nBy feeling your stroking.<\/p>\n

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And Mother Most Pure
\nBe always her \u00a0covering!
\nAs a mother, devoted wife,
\nGuided by the Holy Spirit.
\nBlessed wishes<\/p>\n

At \u00a0anniversary hour…
\nStray thoughts as a present;
\nHappy Birthday, Shining days!<\/p>\n

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Kim Sowol<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Azalee<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd nepl\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u021bi felul meu te-ai duce<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 o vorb\u0103,\u00a0 m-a\u0219 resemna \u0219i eu<\/p>\n

Cu drag la \u00eendrept\u0103\u021bita-\u021bi plecare.<\/p>\n

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Voi smulge un bra\u021b de azalee Yaksan,<\/p>\n

la Yong-Byun, le voi aduce<\/p>\n

S\u0103 le presar pe drumul t\u0103u de duc\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Pas dup\u0103 pas \u00een calea ta<\/p>\n

P\u0103\u0219e\u0219te bl\u00e2nd \u0219i ginga\u0219<\/p>\n

pe risipitele flori.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd nepl\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u021bi felul meu te-ai duce,<\/p>\n

Nicic\u00e2nd vre-o lacrim\u0103 nu-mi pice<\/p>\n

Nici \u00eentru palida-mi moarte.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Si Mohand<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Wallah<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

O s\u0103 compun un poem<\/p>\n

Doamne te rog s\u0103 fie frumos<\/p>\n

Peste tot s\u0103 ajung\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Cine-l va auzi \u00eel va scrie,<\/p>\n

Nu \u0219i-l va face parte<\/p>\n

Iar \u00een\u021belep\u021bii \u00eel vor \u00een\u021belege:<\/p>\n

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Domnul s\u0103 le dea duhul milei<\/p>\n

Numai el ne poate \u021bine<\/p>\n

Femeile s\u0103 ne ierte nu mai avem bani.<\/p>\n

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Hayyim Nahman Bialik\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

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Regina Sabbathului<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Soarele s-a petrecut de-acum dup\u0103 v\u00e2rful copacilor,<\/p>\n

Veni\u021bi s\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103m Regina Shabbathului,<\/p>\n

Ea tocmai pogoar\u0103 printre noi, sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cengeri, \u00een ceat\u0103, o \u00eenso\u021besc cu pace \u0219i lini\u0219te,<\/p>\n

Vino, O, Regin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Vino, O, Regin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Pace vou\u0103, O, \u00cengeri ai P\u0103cii!<\/p>\n

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Am \u00eent\u00e2mpinat Shabbatul \u00een c\u00e2ntare \u0219i rug\u0103ciune,<\/p>\n

Ne \u00eentoarcem acas\u0103 cu inimile pline de bucurie.<\/p>\n

Acolo e pus\u0103 mas\u0103, luminile-s aprinse,<\/p>\n

\u00cen fiecare col\u021b al casei str\u0103luce\u0219te o sc\u00e2nteie divin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Shabbat bun \u0219i binecuv\u00e2ntat.<\/p>\n

Shabbat bun \u0219i binecuv\u00e2ntat.<\/p>\n

Veni\u021bi \u00een Pace, O \u00cengeri ai P\u0103cii!<\/p>\n

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Stai printre noi, curat\u0103 Regin\u0103 a Shabbatului, ilumineaz\u0103-ne cu spledoarea-\u021bi.<\/p>\n

La noapte \u0219i m\u00e2ine \u2013 apoi te vei petrece.<\/p>\n

La r\u00e2ndul nostru te vom cinsti purt\u00e2nd haine frumoase,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd zemirot, rug\u00e2ndu-ne \u0219i m\u00e2nc\u00e2nd trei feluri.<\/p>\n

\u0218i cu odihn\u0103 deplin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i cu odihn\u0103 pl\u0103cut\u0103.<\/p>\n

Binecuv\u00e2na\u021bi-m\u0103 cu pace, O, \u00cengeri ai P\u0103cii.<\/p>\n

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Soarele s-a petrecut de-acum dup\u0103 v\u00e2rful copacilor,<\/p>\n

Veni\u021bi s\u0103 petrecem \u00a0Regina Sabbathului la plecare,<\/p>\n

Mergi \u00een pace, sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218ase zile, \u0219tii, \u00ee\u021bi vom a\u0219tepta \u00eentoarcerea.<\/p>\n

Da, p\u00e2n\u0103 la noul Shabbat.<\/p>\n

Da, p\u00e2n\u0103 la noul Shabbat.<\/p>\n

Merge\u021bi \u00een pace, O, \u00cengeri ai P\u0103cii.<\/p>\n

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

Sandor Petofi<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Copac voi fi<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Copac voi fi, tu s\u0103 fii floare.<\/p>\n

Soare voi fi tu s\u0103 fii rou\u0103,<\/p>\n

Rou\u0103 voi fi tu s\u0103 fii soare ori…<\/p>\n

Nicic\u00e2nd fiin\u021b\u0103 rupt\u0103-n dou\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Iubito, dac\u0103 e\u0219ti \u00een ceruri:<\/p>\n

Atunci \u0219i steau mea m-a rechemat.<\/p>\n

Iubito, dac\u0103 e\u0219ti \u00een iad: (ca<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ne unim) sunt blestemat.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Khushal Khattak<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Da Afghan<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Da Afghan pa nang me otharhala thoora
\nNangyaale da zamane Khushal Khattak yam<\/em><\/p>\n


\n<\/em>
\n\u062f\u064e \u0627\u0641\u063a\u0627\u0646 \u067e\u0647 \u0646\u0646\u06ab \u0645\u0650 \u0627\u064f\u062a\u0693\ufefb \u062a\u0648\u0631\u0627
\n\u0646\u0646\u06ab\u064a\u0627\u0644\u06d0 \u062f\u064e \u0632\u0645\u0627\u0646\u06d0 \u062e\u0648\u0634\u062d\u0627\u0644 \u062e\u067c\u06a9 \u064a\u0645<\/p>\n

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am ridicat sabia \u00een numele onoarei afgane<\/p>\n

sunt cel mai m\u00e2ndru din lume eu Khushal Khatak<\/p>\n

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\nda zra ghla, pa zrah khe ghum dah
\nla pa therah da sardar<\/em><\/p>\n

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har sardar che pa zrah ghal shee
\nzaan roswa kah, khalaq khwaar<\/p>\n

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o inim\u0103 fals\u0103 e distrug\u0103toare<\/p>\n

mai ales inima de sardar<\/p>\n

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atunci sardarul se defaim\u0103<\/p>\n

iar \u021bara \u0219i-o distruge
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\nkhwra khorawa da akhpalo laicho
\nghazanfar sha na royah<\/em><\/p>\n

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

v\u00e2neaz\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 din m\u00e2na ta<\/p>\n

fii ca un leu nu ca o vulpe<\/p>\n

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zaa hagha shahbaaz sha, che ye zaaye pa ghar wee
\nna lakah da kalee da kargha garzah, ghum da nus krah<\/em><\/p>\n

fii ca vulturul tr\u0103ind pe v\u00e2rful mun\u021bilor<\/p>\n

nu cioara satului cutreier\u00e2nd de foame<\/p>\n

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ishq, aashiq lara paida day
\nkufar deen ye sa pakaar day<\/p>\n

ishq nadaan watha aasaan day
\nwartha graan day che hokhyaar day<\/em><\/p>\n

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iubirea-ishk e-a celui ce iube\u0219te<\/p>\n

n-are a face crede nu crede<\/p>\n

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nebunul cade de la sine<\/p>\n

mai greu cumintele <\/em><\/p>\n

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Du Fu<\/em><\/p>\n

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

scen\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u021aara-i ruin\u0103, mai r\u0103m\u00e2n mun\u021bi, r\u00eeuri,<\/p>\n

Prim\u0103vara \u00een ora\u0219 \u00eenvie arbori \u0219i iarb\u0103.<\/p>\n

De spaim\u0103, floarea izbucne\u0219te \u00een lacrimi,<\/p>\n

La desp\u0103r\u021bire, pas\u0103rea-\u0219i fr\u00e2nge inima.<\/p>\n

De trei luni ard focuri de alarm\u0103,<\/p>\n

Scrisori acas\u0103 cost\u0103 zece mii \u00een aur.<\/p>\n

Duc m\u00e2na-n p\u0103rul alb, aproape dus,<\/p>\n

abia de-ar mai \u021bine un ac de p\u0103r.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Khalil Gibran<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Nebunul \u2013 parabolele \u0219i poemele sale<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103 \u00eentrebi cum am devenit nebun. Sa \u00eent\u00e2mplat astfel: \u00centr-o zi, mult
\n\u00eenainte ca numero\u0219i zei s\u0103 se fi n\u0103scut,\u00a0 m-am trezit dintr-un somn ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

\u0219i am v\u0103zut c\u0103 toate m\u0103\u0219tile \u00eemi fuseser\u0103 furate \u2013 cele \u0219apte m\u0103\u0219ti<\/p>\n

pe care le-am purtat \u00een \u0219apte vie\u021bi, –\u00a0 am alergat f\u0103r\u0103 masc\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 pe str\u0103zile<\/p>\n

aglomerate, strig\u00e2nd: “Ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii blestema\u021bi.”<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bi \u0219i femei au r\u00e2s de mine \u0219i unii au fugit la casele lor<\/p>\n

de frica mea.<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2nd am ajuns la locul pie\u021bei, un t\u00e2n\u0103r st\u00e2nd \u00een picioare pe terasa unei case<\/p>\n

a strigat: \u201eAcesta este un nebun\u201d.\u00a0\u00a0 M-am uitat \u00een sus s\u0103-l v\u0103d; Soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba<\/p>\n

goal\u0103 pentru prima oar\u0103. Pentru prima oar\u0103 soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba goal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i sufletul mi s-a inflamat cu iubire de soare, \u0219i nu mi-am mai vrut m\u0103\u0219tile.<\/p>\n

\u0218i parc\u0103 \u00een trans\u0103 am strigat: \u201eBinecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi, binecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi sunt ho\u021bii ce mi-au furat<\/p>\n

m\u0103\u0219tile.\u201d
\nAstfel am devenit nebun.<\/p>\n

\u0218i am g\u0103sit \u0219i libertatea de singur\u0103tate \u0219i securitatea de<\/p>\n

a nu fi \u00een\u021beles, pentru c\u0103 acei ce ne \u00een\u021beleg \u00eenrobesc ceva<\/p>\n

\u00een noi.<\/p>\n

Dar da\u021bi-mi voie s\u0103 nu fiu prea m\u00e2ndru de securitatea mea. Chiar \u0219i un Ho\u021b \u00eentr-o pu\u0219c\u0103rie
\neste \u00een securitate fa\u021b\u0103 de alt ho\u021b.<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Karol Wojtyla<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Basilicata<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Noi te invoc\u0103m credincio\u0219i, Maria,<\/p>\n

pentru popoarele opresate<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru victimele injusti\u021biei umane;<\/p>\n

pentru muritorul de foame<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru cel privat de libertate,<\/p>\n

sau \u00eempiedicat s\u0103-\u0219i practice propria credin\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru pace \u00een lume.<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru acest ora\u0219<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru Lucania<\/p>\n

ce-a cunoscut dintotdeauna<\/p>\n

oboseala \u0219i durerea,<\/p>\n

dar crez\u00e2nd \u00een Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

nu a pierdut niciodat\u0103 curajul \u0219i speran\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Maria, ucenica Fiului t\u0103u Iisus,<\/p>\n

\u00eenva\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 ducem Crucea,<\/p>\n

\u00eenv\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 iubim Crucea aceea<\/p>\n

ce carnea \u0219i lumea<\/p>\n

o pun\u00a0 pe umerii<\/p>\n

celui ce caut\u0103 pace \u0219i justi\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Maria, Regin\u0103 \u0219i Mam\u0103 a Milei,<\/p>\n

deschide celor ce simt sl\u0103bindu-le for\u021bele<\/p>\n

sub greutatea crucii<\/p>\n

orizontul pascalei Aleluia. \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Khalil Gibran<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Nebunul \u2013 parabolele \u0219i poemele sale<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103 \u00eentrebi cum am devenit nebun. Sa \u00eent\u00e2mplat astfel: \u00centr-o zi, mult
\n\u00eenainte ca numero\u0219i zei s\u0103 se fi n\u0103scut,\u00a0 m-am trezit dintr-un somn ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

\u0219i am v\u0103zut c\u0103 toate m\u0103\u0219tile \u00eemi fuseser\u0103 furate \u2013 cele \u0219apte m\u0103\u0219ti<\/p>\n

pe care le-am purtat \u00een \u0219apte vie\u021bi, –\u00a0 am alergat f\u0103r\u0103 masc\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 pe str\u0103zile<\/p>\n

aglomerate, strig\u00e2nd: “Ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii blestema\u021bi.”<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bi \u0219i femei au r\u00e2s de mine \u0219i unii au fugit la casele lor<\/p>\n

de frica mea.<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2nd am ajuns la locul pie\u021bei, un t\u00e2n\u0103r st\u00e2nd \u00een picioare pe terasa unei case<\/p>\n

a strigat: \u201eAcesta este un nebun\u201d.\u00a0\u00a0 M-am uitat \u00een sus s\u0103-l v\u0103d; Soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba<\/p>\n

goal\u0103 pentru prima oar\u0103. Pentru prima oar\u0103 soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba goal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i sufletul mi s-a inflamat cu iubire de soare, \u0219i nu mi-am mai vrut m\u0103\u0219tile.<\/p>\n

\u0218i parc\u0103 \u00een trans\u0103 am strigat: \u201eBinecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi, binecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi sunt ho\u021bii ce mi-au furat<\/p>\n

m\u0103\u0219tile.\u201d
\nAstfel am devenit nebun.<\/p>\n

\u0218i am g\u0103sit \u0219i libertatea de singur\u0103tate \u0219i securitatea de<\/p>\n

a nu fi \u00een\u021beles, pentru c\u0103 acei ce ne \u00een\u021beleg \u00eenrobesc ceva<\/p>\n

\u00een noi.<\/p>\n

Dar da\u021bi-mi voie s\u0103 nu fiu prea m\u00e2ndru de securitatea mea. Chiar \u0219i un Ho\u021b \u00eentr-o pu\u0219c\u0103rie
\neste \u00een securitate fa\u021b\u0103 de alt ho\u021b.<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Karol Wojtyla<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Basilicata<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Noi te invoc\u0103m credincio\u0219i, Maria,<\/p>\n

pentru popoarele opresate<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru victimele injusti\u021biei umane;<\/p>\n

pentru muritorul de foame<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru cel privat de libertate,<\/p>\n

sau \u00eempiedicat s\u0103-\u0219i practice propria credin\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru pace \u00een lume.<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru acest ora\u0219<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru Lucania<\/p>\n

ce-a cunoscut dintotdeauna<\/p>\n

oboseala \u0219i durerea,<\/p>\n

dar crez\u00e2nd \u00een Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

nu a pierdut niciodat\u0103 curajul \u0219i speran\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Maria, ucenica Fiului t\u0103u Iisus,<\/p>\n

\u00eenva\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 ducem Crucea,<\/p>\n

\u00eenv\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 iubim Crucea aceea<\/p>\n

ce carnea \u0219i lumea<\/p>\n

o pun\u00a0 pe umerii<\/p>\n

celui ce caut\u0103 pace \u0219i justi\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Maria, Regin\u0103 \u0219i Mam\u0103 a Milei,<\/p>\n

deschide celor ce simt sl\u0103bindu-le for\u021bele<\/p>\n

sub greutatea crucii<\/p>\n

orizontul pascalei Aleluia. \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Khalil Gibran<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Nebunul \u2013 parabolele \u0219i poemele sale<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103 \u00eentrebi cum am devenit nebun. Sa \u00eent\u00e2mplat astfel: \u00centr-o zi, mult
\n\u00eenainte ca numero\u0219i zei s\u0103 se fi n\u0103scut,\u00a0 m-am trezit dintr-un somn ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

\u0219i am v\u0103zut c\u0103 toate m\u0103\u0219tile \u00eemi fuseser\u0103 furate \u2013 cele \u0219apte m\u0103\u0219ti<\/p>\n

pe care le-am purtat \u00een \u0219apte vie\u021bi, –\u00a0 am alergat f\u0103r\u0103 masc\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 pe str\u0103zile<\/p>\n

aglomerate, strig\u00e2nd: “Ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii blestema\u021bi.”<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bi \u0219i femei au r\u00e2s de mine \u0219i unii au fugit la casele lor<\/p>\n

de frica mea.<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2nd am ajuns la locul pie\u021bei, un t\u00e2n\u0103r st\u00e2nd \u00een picioare pe terasa unei case<\/p>\n

a strigat: \u201eAcesta este un nebun\u201d.\u00a0\u00a0 M-am uitat \u00een sus s\u0103-l v\u0103d; Soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba<\/p>\n

goal\u0103 pentru prima oar\u0103. Pentru prima oar\u0103 soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba goal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i sufletul mi s-a inflamat cu iubire de soare, \u0219i nu mi-am mai vrut m\u0103\u0219tile.<\/p>\n

\u0218i parc\u0103 \u00een trans\u0103 am strigat: \u201eBinecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi, binecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi sunt ho\u021bii ce mi-au furat<\/p>\n

m\u0103\u0219tile.\u201d
\nAstfel am devenit nebun.<\/p>\n

\u0218i am g\u0103sit \u0219i libertatea de singur\u0103tate \u0219i securitatea de<\/p>\n

a nu fi \u00een\u021beles, pentru c\u0103 acei ce ne \u00een\u021beleg \u00eenrobesc ceva<\/p>\n

\u00een noi.<\/p>\n

Dar da\u021bi-mi voie s\u0103 nu fiu prea m\u00e2ndru de securitatea mea. Chiar \u0219i un Ho\u021b \u00eentr-o pu\u0219c\u0103rie
\neste \u00een securitate fa\u021b\u0103 de alt ho\u021b.<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Karol Wojtyla<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Basilicata<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Noi te invoc\u0103m credincio\u0219i, Maria,<\/p>\n

pentru popoarele opresate<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru victimele injusti\u021biei umane;<\/p>\n

pentru muritorul de foame<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru cel privat de libertate,<\/p>\n

sau \u00eempiedicat s\u0103-\u0219i practice propria credin\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru pace \u00een lume.<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru acest ora\u0219<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru Lucania<\/p>\n

ce-a cunoscut dintotdeauna<\/p>\n

oboseala \u0219i durerea,<\/p>\n

dar crez\u00e2nd \u00een Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

nu a pierdut niciodat\u0103 curajul \u0219i speran\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Maria, ucenica Fiului t\u0103u Iisus,<\/p>\n

\u00eenva\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 ducem Crucea,<\/p>\n

\u00eenv\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 iubim Crucea aceea<\/p>\n

ce carnea \u0219i lumea<\/p>\n

o pun\u00a0 pe umerii<\/p>\n

celui ce caut\u0103 pace \u0219i justi\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Maria, Regin\u0103 \u0219i Mam\u0103 a Milei,<\/p>\n

deschide celor ce simt sl\u0103bindu-le for\u021bele<\/p>\n

sub greutatea crucii<\/p>\n

orizontul pascalei Aleluia. \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Khalil Gibran<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Nebunul \u2013 parabolele \u0219i poemele sale<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103 \u00eentrebi cum am devenit nebun. Sa \u00eent\u00e2mplat astfel: \u00centr-o zi, mult
\n\u00eenainte ca numero\u0219i zei s\u0103 se fi n\u0103scut,\u00a0 m-am trezit dintr-un somn ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

\u0219i am v\u0103zut c\u0103 toate m\u0103\u0219tile \u00eemi fuseser\u0103 furate \u2013 cele \u0219apte m\u0103\u0219ti<\/p>\n

pe care le-am purtat \u00een \u0219apte vie\u021bi, –\u00a0 am alergat f\u0103r\u0103 masc\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 pe str\u0103zile<\/p>\n

aglomerate, strig\u00e2nd: “Ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii blestema\u021bi.”<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bi \u0219i femei au r\u00e2s de mine \u0219i unii au fugit la casele lor<\/p>\n

de frica mea.<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2nd am ajuns la locul pie\u021bei, un t\u00e2n\u0103r st\u00e2nd \u00een picioare pe terasa unei case<\/p>\n

a strigat: \u201eAcesta este un nebun\u201d.\u00a0\u00a0 M-am uitat \u00een sus s\u0103-l v\u0103d; Soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba<\/p>\n

goal\u0103 pentru prima oar\u0103. Pentru prima oar\u0103 soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba goal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i sufletul mi s-a inflamat cu iubire de soare, \u0219i nu mi-am mai vrut m\u0103\u0219tile.<\/p>\n

\u0218i parc\u0103 \u00een trans\u0103 am strigat: \u201eBinecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi, binecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi sunt ho\u021bii ce mi-au furat<\/p>\n

m\u0103\u0219tile.\u201d
\nAstfel am devenit nebun.<\/p>\n

\u0218i am g\u0103sit \u0219i libertatea de singur\u0103tate \u0219i securitatea de<\/p>\n

a nu fi \u00een\u021beles, pentru c\u0103 acei ce ne \u00een\u021beleg \u00eenrobesc ceva<\/p>\n

\u00een noi.<\/p>\n

Dar da\u021bi-mi voie s\u0103 nu fiu prea m\u00e2ndru de securitatea mea. Chiar \u0219i un Ho\u021b \u00eentr-o pu\u0219c\u0103rie
\neste \u00een securitate fa\u021b\u0103 de alt ho\u021b.<\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Karol Wojtyla<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Basilicata<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Noi te invoc\u0103m credincio\u0219i, Maria,<\/p>\n

pentru popoarele opresate<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru victimele injusti\u021biei umane;<\/p>\n

pentru muritorul de foame<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru cel privat de libertate,<\/p>\n

sau \u00eempiedicat s\u0103-\u0219i practice propria credin\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru pace \u00een lume.<\/p>\n

Te invoc\u0103m pentru acest ora\u0219<\/p>\n

\u0219i pentru Lucania<\/p>\n

ce-a cunoscut dintotdeauna<\/p>\n

oboseala \u0219i durerea,<\/p>\n

dar crez\u00e2nd \u00een Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

nu a pierdut niciodat\u0103 curajul \u0219i speran\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Maria, ucenica Fiului t\u0103u Iisus,<\/p>\n

\u00eenva\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 ducem Crucea,<\/p>\n

\u00eenv\u021b\u0103-ne s\u0103 iubim Crucea aceea<\/p>\n

ce carnea \u0219i lumea<\/p>\n

o pun\u00a0 pe umerii<\/p>\n

celui ce caut\u0103 pace \u0219i justi\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Maria, Regin\u0103 \u0219i Mam\u0103 a Milei,<\/p>\n

deschide celor ce simt sl\u0103bindu-le for\u021bele<\/p>\n

sub greutatea crucii<\/p>\n

orizontul pascalei Aleluia. \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Khalil Gibran<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Nebunul \u2013 parabolele \u0219i poemele sale<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

M\u0103 \u00eentrebi cum am devenit nebun. Sa \u00eent\u00e2mplat astfel: \u00centr-o zi, mult
\n\u00eenainte ca numero\u0219i zei s\u0103 se fi n\u0103scut,\u00a0 m-am trezit dintr-un somn ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

\u0219i am v\u0103zut c\u0103 toate m\u0103\u0219tile \u00eemi fuseser\u0103 furate \u2013 cele \u0219apte m\u0103\u0219ti<\/p>\n

pe care le-am purtat \u00een \u0219apte vie\u021bi, –\u00a0 am alergat f\u0103r\u0103 masc\u0103\u00a0\u00a0 pe str\u0103zile<\/p>\n

aglomerate, strig\u00e2nd: “Ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii, ho\u021bii blestema\u021bi.”<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bi \u0219i femei au r\u00e2s de mine \u0219i unii au fugit la casele lor<\/p>\n

de frica mea.<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2nd am ajuns la locul pie\u021bei, un t\u00e2n\u0103r st\u00e2nd \u00een picioare pe terasa unei case<\/p>\n

a strigat: \u201eAcesta este un nebun\u201d.\u00a0\u00a0 M-am uitat \u00een sus s\u0103-l v\u0103d; Soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba<\/p>\n

goal\u0103 pentru prima oar\u0103. Pentru prima oar\u0103 soarele mi-a s\u0103rutat fa\u021ba goal\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i sufletul mi s-a inflamat cu iubire de soare, \u0219i nu mi-am mai vrut m\u0103\u0219tile.<\/p>\n

\u0218i parc\u0103 \u00een trans\u0103 am strigat: \u201eBinecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi, binecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi sunt ho\u021bii ce mi-au furat<\/p>\n

m\u0103\u0219tile.\u201d
\nAstfel am devenit nebun.<\/p>\n

\u0218i am g\u0103sit \u0219i libertatea de singur\u0103tate \u0219i securitatea de<\/p>\n

a nu fi \u00een\u021beles, pentru c\u0103 acei ce ne \u00een\u021beleg \u00eenrobesc ceva<\/p>\n

\u00een noi.<\/p>\n

Dar da\u021bi-mi voie s\u0103 nu fiu prea m\u00e2ndru de securitatea mea. Chiar \u0219i un Ho\u021b \u00eentr-o pu\u0219c\u0103rie
\neste \u00een securitate fa\u021b\u0103 de alt ho\u021b.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jorge Luis Borges<\/em><\/p>\n

Un trandafir \u0219i Milton<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Din genera\u021biile de trandafiri<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00een h\u0103ul timpului de s-au pierdut<\/em><\/p>\n

unul a se salva <\/em>d’uitare<\/em>-am vrut,<\/em><\/p>\n

ne\u00eensemnat \u00eentre alc\u0103tuiri<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ce fur\u0103. Soarta c\u0103 \u00eemi \u0219i ora\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

darul de a numi \u00eentia\u00a0 oar\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

t\u0103cutul trandafir iar s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u0219i Milton fa\u021ba a-\u0219i apropia<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

f\u0103r<\/em>‘<\/em> o-a vedea. O, stacojiu or auriu,<\/em><\/p>\n

alb trandafir dintr-o gr\u0103din\u0103 rupt,<\/em><\/p>\n

las\u0103-\u021bi \u00een vraj\u0103 imemorial trecut<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

a str\u0103luci \u00een versul ce \u00eel scriu,<\/em><\/p>\n

aur, <\/em>ivoriu <\/em>s\u00e2nge\u00a0 \u00ee<\/em>ntunericir’ <\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

ca \u00een m\u00e2na <\/em>lui<\/em> nev\u0103zutul trandafir.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dylan Thomas<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Iar moartea s\u0103 nu aib\u0103 dominion<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iar moartea s\u0103 nu aib\u0103 dominion.<\/p>\n

Mortul nud s\u0103 fie unul<\/p>\n

Cu viul prin v\u00e2nt \u0219i west-lun\u0103;<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd oasele li se cur\u0103\u021b\u0103 \u0219i oasele curate plecar\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ei s\u0103 poarte stele la cot \u0219i la picior;<\/p>\n

\u0218i de \u00eennebunnesc s\u0103 fie s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i,<\/p>\n

\u0218i de se scufund\u0103-n mare s\u0103 reurce;<\/p>\n

Iubi\u021bii de se pierd nu \u0219i iubirea;<\/p>\n

Iar moartea s\u0103 nu aib\u0103 dominion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iar moartea s\u0103 nu aib\u0103 dominion.<\/p>\n

Sub \u0219erpuirile marine<\/p>\n

Ei lung z\u0103c\u00e2nd nu moar\u0103 \u0219erpuind;<\/p>\n

Suci\u021bi \u00een plase c\u00e2nd \u00eei las\u0103 mu\u0219chii,<\/p>\n

Pe roat\u0103 tra\u0219i, s\u0103 nu se fr\u00e2ng\u0103,<\/p>\n

Prin r\u0103ul inorog str\u0103pung\u0103;<\/p>\n

Sp\u0103rg\u00e2nd c\u0103r\u0103ri n-au cum s\u0103 piar\u0103;<\/p>\n

Iar moartea s\u0103 nu aib\u0103 dominion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iar moartea s\u0103 nu aib\u0103 dominion.<\/p>\n

Nu le mai strige pesc\u0103ru\u0219ii \u00een auz<\/p>\n

Ori valuri s\u0103 izbeasc\u0103 huind \u021b\u0103rmii;<\/p>\n

Unde \u021b\u00e2\u0219nea o floare nemaifloare,<\/p>\n

Capul sus la r\u0103p\u0103iala ploii;<\/p>\n

Nebuni \u0219i mor\u021bi be mad and dead ca melcii,<\/p>\n

Capetele personajelor bat calea margaretelor;<\/p>\n

Iar moartea s\u0103 nu aib\u0103 dominion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Peter Rosegger<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

C\u00e2ntec popular<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Din r\u00e2u un pe\u0219te sare,<\/p>\n

De aur, cald iubirii,<\/p>\n

\u0218i oglinde\u0219te-n sore<\/p>\n

Via\u021ba omenirii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Etern\u0103 lam\u0103-ntinde<\/p>\n

Lui Dumnezeu \u00een cer,<\/p>\n

Cel mai \u00eenalt s\u0103 c\u00e2nte<\/p>\n

Cel mai ad\u00e2nc mister.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nici vulturul n-ajunge<\/p>\n

Cortul albastru ci<\/p>\n

\u00cen leag\u0103n strig\u0103 s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

Cu pofta de-a tr\u0103i.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At\u00e2ta oboseal\u0103<\/p>\n

La ultim val de ger e<\/p>\n

C\u0103 somnul ni-l r\u0103scoal\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntece de durere.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rainer Maria Rilke<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Verger (VII)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Livad\u0103 fericit\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se cum cresc<\/p>\n

Perfecte fructele pe multe fe\u021be,<\/p>\n

Bine \u0219tiind instinctul b\u0103tr\u00e2nesc<\/p>\n

A \u0219i-l plia o clip\u0103 tinere\u021be.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Frumoas\u0103 treab\u0103, ordine avans!<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t\u00a0 insist\u0103\u00a0 ramurile toarse,<\/p>\n

de propria putere \u00eenc\u00e2ntate doar se<\/p>\n

destind \u00eentr-un aerian balans.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Primejiile tale, ale mele<\/p>\n

Nu sunt fr\u0103\u021be\u0219ti, \u00f4 verger, \u00f4 mon fr\u00e8re ?<\/p>\n

Acela\u0219i v\u00e2nt venind din stele<\/p>\n

Ne for\u021beaz\u0103-a fi fragili, austeri.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Edgar Allan Poe<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sancta Maria<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Sancta Maria! Ochii pleac\u0103 –<\/p>\n

La focul jertfei, rug\u0103 sacr\u0103,<\/p>\n

Iubind, smerind p\u0103cat r\u0103pus –<\/p>\n

Din tronul t\u0103u prea sf\u00e2nt de sus.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen zori \u2013 la pr\u00e2nz \u2013\u00a0\u00a0 crepuscul sur –<\/p>\n

Maria! mi-auzi imnul pur!<\/p>\n

\u00cen chiu \u0219i vai, \u00een r\u0103u \u0219i rai,<\/p>\n

Stai, Maica Domnului, mai stai!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Orele zburar\u0103 vii<\/p>\n

\u0218i nor nu-\u021bi coper\u0103 t\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

Sufletul lene\u0219 a nu-mi fi,<\/p>\n

\u00cen harul t\u0103u m\u0103 \u021bii-m\u0103-nfii;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Acum c\u00e2nd soarta-mi potopi<\/p>\n

Prezentul \u0219i Trecutu-n vrii,<\/p>\n

Luceasc\u0103-mi Viitorul, vii<\/p>\n

Speran\u021be-n tine-mi \u021bii \u0219i-nfii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rabindranath Tagore<\/em> <\/em><\/p>\n

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

Jana Mana Gana<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Jana-gana-mana domn min\u021bii tuturor,<\/p>\n

Al Indiei-Bharat de soart\u0103 d\u0103t\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

La numele-\u021bi bat inimi \u00een Punjab, Sindh,<\/p>\n

Gujarat, Maratha,<\/p>\n

Dr\u0101vi\u1e0da, Utkala, Ba\u1e45ga.<\/p>\n

ecou \u00ee\u021bi dau mun\u021bii Vindhya, Him\u0101cala,<\/p>\n

muzic\u0103 revars\u0103 apele Yamun\u0101, Ga\u1e45g\u0101,<\/p>\n

te c\u00e2nt\u0103 valurile Oceanului Indian.<\/p>\n

To\u021bi cer binecuv\u00e2ntare<\/p>\n

\u0219i-\u021bi \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 laud\u0103.<\/p>\n

M\u00e2ntuirea oamenilor e \u00een m\u00e2na ta,<\/p>\n

Al Indiei-Bharat de soart\u0103 d\u0103t\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

Slav\u0103, slav\u0103, slav\u0103 \u021aie.<\/p>\n

Jaya he, jaya he, jaya he
\nJaya jaya jaya, jaya he.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Walt Whitman<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O, C\u0103pitane! <\/em><\/strong>C\u0103pitanul<\/em><\/strong> meu! <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

O, C\u0103pitane! C\u0103pitanul meu! Sf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 ni-i c\u0103l\u0103toria \u00eenfricat\u0103;<\/p>\n

Nava \u0219i-a aerat fiece col\u021b, premiul r\u00e2vnit l-am c\u00e2\u0219tigat;<\/p>\n

Portu-i aproape, aud clopote, lumea exult\u0103,<\/p>\n

Urm\u00e2nd cu ochii prora stabil\u0103, vasul sumbru \u0219i \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021b:<\/p>\n

Dar, O, inim\u0103! inim\u0103! inim\u0103!<\/p>\n

O, s\u00e2nger\u00e2nde picuri de ro\u0219u,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd pe punte \u00eemi zace C\u0103pitanul,<\/p>\n

Rece \u0219i mort pr\u0103bu\u0219it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O, C\u0103pitane! C\u0103pitanul meu! Ridic\u0103-te, ascult\u0103 clopotele;<\/p>\n

Ridic\u0103-te \u2013 pentru tine s-a desf\u0103\u0219urat steagul \u2013 pentru tine r\u0103sun\u0103 goarna;<\/p>\n

Pentru tine buchete \u0219i cordelate coroni\u021be \u2013 pentru tine \u021b\u0103rmul-o-\u00eembulzeal\u0103;<\/p>\n

Pe tine te cheam\u0103 unduitoarea mass\u0103, fe\u021be dornice \u00eentorc\u00e2nd;<\/p>\n

Aici, C\u0103pitane, tat\u0103 drag!<\/p>\n

Bra\u021bul acesta sub capul t\u0103u;<\/p>\n

Vreun vis o fi cel de pe punte,<\/p>\n

Te-ai pr\u0103bu\u0219it rece \u0219i mort.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u0103pitanul meu nu r\u0103spunde, buzele-i sunt palide \u0219i mute;<\/p>\n

Tat\u0103l meu nu-mi simte bra\u021bul, n-are puls nici voin\u021b\u0103;<\/p>\n

Nava e ancorat\u0103 \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103, voiaju-i \u00eenchis \u0219i f\u0103cut;<\/p>\n

Din drum de spaim\u0103, brava nav\u0103 se \u00eentoarce cu \u021binta atins\u0103;<\/p>\n

Exulta\u021bi, O, \u021b\u0103rmuri, suna\u021bi, O, clopote!<\/p>\n

Dar eu,\u00a0\u00a0 cu pas\u00a0 de doliu,<\/p>\n

Calc puntea, C\u0103pitanu-mi zace,<\/p>\n

Pr\u0103bu\u0219it rece \u0219i mort.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

Dante Alighieri<\/em><\/p>\n

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

\u00centr-o zi veni la mine Melancolia<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u00centr-o zi veni la mine Melancolia<\/p>\n

\u0219i zise: \u201eVreau s\u0103 st\u0103m de vorb\u0103 pu\u021bin\u201d;<\/p>\n

ci-mi p\u0103ru c\u0103 adusese\u00a0 la cin<\/p>\n

Durerea \u0219i Ura s\u0103-i \u021bin\u0103 compania.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u0218i eu \u00eei zisei: \u201ePleac\u0103, va via\u201d;<\/p>\n

\u0219i ea \u00eemi r\u0103spunse grecin:<\/p>\n

eu, g\u00e2ndind \u00eentr-o doar\u0103 latin,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 uitai \u0219i v\u0103zui Amorul che venia<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00een hain\u0103 nou\u0103 din p\u00e2nz\u0103 tare,<\/p>\n

de pe cap o capel\u0103 scoate;<\/p>\n

e cert, cu adev\u0103rat\u0103 l\u0103crimare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cei spusei: \u201eCe ai, r\u0103utate ?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00eemi r\u0103spunse: \u201eNecaz, c\u00e2nd \u00eemi pare<\/p>\n

c\u0103 domana noastr\u0103 muri, dulce frate\u201d.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joost van den Vondel<\/em><\/p>\n

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

L\u0103crim\u0103rile poe\u021bilor<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Ce pr\u0103p\u0103d, ce n\u0103past\u0103 peste p\u0103rul meu sur!<\/p>\n

Ce ocar\u0103 \u0219i eu vai-eilacy! \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eendur!<\/p>\n

Ce durere, ce dor, suferire, tot alean,<\/p>\n

\u00cen toiul iernii de-n cur\u00e2nd fi-va dantan!<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mi-aduc aminte cum eram \u00eenainte<\/p>\n

Iar\u0103 acuma esen\u021b\u0103 de grele cuvinte;<\/p>\n

M\u0103 uit \u00een oglind\u0103 nevoindu-m\u0103 altul,<\/p>\n

Prea-prea suferin\u021b\u0103, \u0219i mai \u0219i p\u0103catul.<\/p>\n

Ci dac\u0103-indien suferit-am curen\u021bii<\/p>\n

At\u00e2tor suferin\u021be providen\u021bii,<\/p>\n

Le suf\u0103r iar de la cap\u0103t, nu-mi pierd pacien\u021ba,<\/p>\n

Adaug, dup\u0103 un timp, cum url\u0103 acciden\u021ba.<\/p>\n

Daar tu, Mary! \u0219i tu, O, cor murmurat de virgine!<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t, via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i bunuri, \u0219i rug\u0103ciune,<\/p>\n

Ai, prime\u0219te-mi cu bl\u00e2nde\u021be respectul ardent,<\/p>\n

Aibi mil\u0103 de soarta-mi ce mi-e accident!<\/p>\n

Ai, \u021bie \u021bi-am \u00eencredin\u021bat toate zilele,<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 ce s-a aprins iubirea cu milele;<\/p>\n

Devo\u021biunii Tale ofrand\u0103 s\u0103 fiu<\/p>\n

Ai, iar (pentru c\u0103 po\u021bi) cu Tine ve\u0219nic viu! <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>William Shakespeare<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Toat<\/em><\/strong>\u0103\u00a0 lumea-i o scen\u0103<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Toat\u0103 lumea-i o scen\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u0218i to\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bii \u0219i femeile juc\u0103tori;<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i au exituri \u0219i intr\u0103ri,<\/p>\n

\u0218i un om \u00een via\u021b\u0103 joac\u0103 multe roluri.<\/p>\n

Actele sale fiind \u0219apte v\u00e2rste. \u00cent\u00e2i, infantul,<\/p>\n

Sc\u00e2ncind \u0219i v\u0103rs\u00e2nd \u00een bra\u021bele doicii,<\/p>\n

Apoi \u0219colarul smiorc\u0103it cu traista lui<\/p>\n

\u0218i fa\u021b\u0103 str\u0103lucind diminea\u021ba, t\u00e2r\u00e2indu-se melc<\/p>\n

Nedornic de \u0219coal\u0103. Apoi \u00eendr\u0103gostitul,<\/p>\n

suspin\u0103tor cuptor, cu jalnic\u0103 balad\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00centru spr\u00e2nceana dragei lui. Apoi soldat,<\/p>\n

Jur\u00e2nd stranii sudalme, b\u0103rbos precum un pard,<\/p>\n

Gelos onoarei, grabnic \u0219i iute la g\u00e2lceav\u0103,<\/p>\n

C\u0103ut\u00e2nd b\u0103\u0219ica reputa\u021biei<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i-n gura tunului. Apoi judec\u0103torul,<\/p>\n

Rotund la foale\u00a0 bine c\u0103ptu\u0219ite cu clapon-capon,<\/p>\n

Cu ochi severi \u0219i barb\u0103 formal tuns\u0103,<\/p>\n

Plin de-n\u021belepte ziceri \u0219i pilduiri moderne;<\/p>\n

\u0218i-a\u0219a \u00ee\u0219i joac\u0103 rolul. A \u0219asea v\u00e2rst\u0103 se shimb\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un sfrijit, papuci, un panataloon,<\/p>\n

Cu ochelari pe nas \u0219i punga pe o parte;<\/p>\n

Ciorapu-i tineresc, bine \u021binut, prea larg\u0103-i lumea<\/p>\n

pentru \u021burloi \u00eempu\u021binat,\u00a0 iar vocea mare de b\u0103rbat,<\/p>\n

\u00centoars\u0103 iar sopran copil\u0103riei, \u00een sunet<\/p>\n

De fluiere, \u0219uiere. Ultima scen\u0103 din toate,<\/p>\n

Ce-ncheie strania istorie d’evenimente,<\/p>\n

E a doua copil\u0103rire, numai uitare,<\/p>\n

F\u0103r’ din\u021bi, f\u0103r’ ochi, f\u0103r’ gust f\u0103r’ ori\u0219ice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Luis de Camoens<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Rime \/ Sonete<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

CXCIV.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aici e Babilonul unde \u00een chip de man\u0103<\/p>\n

Materia creeaz\u0103 at\u00e2ta r\u0103u \u00een lume;<\/p>\n

Aici unde Amorul nimica nu \u00eenseamn\u0103;<\/p>\n

O mam\u0103 profan\u00e2ndu-i pe to\u021bi cu alte nume;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aici e r\u0103utatea afin\u0103 de poman\u0103,<\/p>\n

Poate c\u0103 tirania mai onorat\u0103 cum e;<\/p>\n

Aici e monarhia gre\u0219it\u0103 \u0219i corban\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe dumnezeu lu\u00e2ndu-l \u00een r\u00e2s de\u0219ert\u0103ciune;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aici e Labirintul unde nobiliarii<\/p>\n

Valoarea \u0219i \u0218tiin\u021ba le v\u0103d abia capcane<\/p>\n

Spre por\u021bi de L\u0103comie \u0219i La\u0219itate varii;<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aici e negrul e haos, confuzele eoane<\/p>\n

Prin curgerea naturii, cuprinsele fruntarii,<\/p>\n

Ci vezi-m\u0103 uit\u0103rii de-o s\u0103 te dau, Sioane.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Miguel de Cervantes<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Danseaz\u0103 gitanele<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Danseaz\u0103 gitanele,<\/p>\n

prive\u0219te regele;<\/p>\n

regina, geloas\u0103,<\/p>\n

trimite s\u0103 le prind\u0103..<\/p>\n

\n

De Pa\u0219tele regal<\/p>\n

f\u0103cur\u0103 regelui<\/p>\n

un dans gitan<\/p>\n

Belica \u0219i Ines.<\/p>\n

Belica, tulburat\u0103,<\/p>\n

c\u0103zu l\u00e2ng\u0103 rege,<\/p>\n

regele o ridic\u0103<\/p>\n

din pur\u0103 curtoazie,<\/p>\n

regina, geloas\u0103,<\/p>\n

trimite s\u0103 le prind\u0103.<\/p>\n

\n

Mirabai<\/em><\/p>\n

Cel Oache\u0219 e Kri\u0219na<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Norii de sus<\/p>\n

ai musonului<\/p>\n

desfat\u0103 inima fierbinte.<\/p>\n

Anotimpul ploii<\/p>\n

\u00een nestrunite \u0219oapte –<\/p>\n

Oache\u0219ul se \u00eentoarce!<\/p>\n

O, inim\u0103 umflat\u0103,<\/p>\n

O, cer de umezeal\u0103 –<\/p>\n

limbi fulgerate \u00eent\u00eei,<\/p>\n

apoi tunet,<\/p>\n

convulsiile ploii,<\/p>\n

apoi v\u00e2nt h\u0103ituind c\u0103ldura verii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mira spune: Oache\u0219ule,<\/p>\n

Te-am a\u0219teptat –<\/p>\n

e timpul s\u0103-mi iei c\u00e2ntecele<\/p>\n

\u00een strad\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Thomas Moore<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>La ceasul miezului de noapte<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

La ceasul miezului de noapte, c\u00e2nd stele pl\u00e2ng, zburai<\/p>\n

\u00cen valea unde ne-am iubit, \u0219i viii ochi lucind \u021bi-i deschideai;<\/p>\n

\u0218i m\u0103 \u00eentreb dac\u0103 din aer spiritele spa\u021bii ar putea fura,<\/p>\n

A retr\u0103i scene de fericire, acolo tu m-ai vizita,<\/p>\n

Spun\u00e2nd c\u0103 dragostea ni-i pomenit\u0103 \u0219i \u00een rai.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Atunci s\u0103lbatic urlu at\u00e2t de draga melodie veche!<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd vocile-mpletite ne respirau, ca una, \u00een ureche;<\/p>\n

Ecou departe-n vale rote\u0219te rug\u0103ciunii pasul,<\/p>\n

Cred, o, iubirea-mi! c\u0103 din Cer de Suflete \u021bi-e glasul<\/p>\n

Stins \u00eenc\u0103 r\u0103spunz\u00e2nd notelor odinioar\u0103-ne pereche.<\/p>\n

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

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

Friedrich H\u00f6lderlin<\/em><\/p>\n

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

C\u00eentec de soart\u0103 al lui Hyperion <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Sus \u00een lumin\u0103 c\u0103lca\u021bi<\/p>\n

Pe sol bl\u00e2nd, genii binecuv\u00e2ntate!<\/p>\n

Din cer\u00a0 Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

V\u0103\u00a0 pogoar\u0103 lin,<\/p>\n

Cu degete de artist,<\/p>\n

Pe sfinte strune.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 soart\u0103, ca somnul<\/p>\n

Cere\u0219tilor, respir\u0103 pruncul;<\/p>\n

P\u0103str\u00e2ndu-se curat<\/p>\n

\u00cen fa\u0219a s\u0103rac\u0103,<\/p>\n

Pe totdeauna cast<\/p>\n

Spiritul s\u0103u.<\/p>\n

\u0218i ochii binecuv\u00e2nta\u021bi<\/p>\n

privesc\u00a0 \u00een lini\u0219te<\/p>\n

eterna claritate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ci ne-a fost dat<\/p>\n

neunde a\u00a0 ne odihni<\/p>\n

sc\u0103z\u00e2nd, c\u0103z\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

lume \u00een suferin\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

orbind de la<\/p>\n

o or\u0103 la alta<\/p>\n

ca apa din st\u00e2nc\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een st\u00e2nc\u0103 pr\u0103bu\u0219indu-se,<\/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\u00a0 \u00een lungul anului necunoscut.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

Friedrich Schiller<\/em><\/p>\n

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

N\u00e4nie<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

\u00cens\u0103\u0219i frumuse\u021bea va s\u0103 se sting\u0103! Robit-a oameni \u0219i zei,<\/p>\n

N-atinse \u00eens\u0103 pieptul de aram\u0103 al stygianului Zeus.<\/p>\n

O singur\u0103 dat\u0103 iubirea \u00eembl\u00e2nzi zeul umbrelor,<\/p>\n

Dar, netrecut pragul, hot\u0103r\u00e2t, \u00ee\u0219i retrase darul.<\/p>\n

Nici Afrodita nu poate alina rana b\u0103iatului,<\/p>\n

Ginga\u0219 trup \u00een care se prefcu fiorosul mistre\u021b.<\/p>\n

Nici sacrul erou nu-\u0219i salveaz\u0103 mama etern\u0103,<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd pr\u0103v\u0103lit \u00een fa\u021ba por\u021bii soarta \u00ee\u0219i \u00eempline\u0219te.<\/p>\n

Dar ea se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 din mare cu toate fetele lui Nereus<\/p>\n

\u0218i porne\u0219te un bocet pentru sl\u0103vitu-i fecior.<\/p>\n

Uite! Pl\u00e2ng zeii \u0219i pl\u00e2ng \u0219i zei\u021bele toate,<\/p>\n

Ce e frumos ve\u0219teje\u0219te, cel des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it\u00a0 va s\u0103 moar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Asemenea pl\u00e2ns lied pe buze pentru iubire\u00a0 glorific\u0103,<\/p>\n

Pe c\u00e2nd cei de r\u00e2nd ne\u0219tiu\u021bi se coboar\u0103\u00a0 la Orcus.<\/p>\n

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

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

Johann Wolfgang Goethe<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Mul\u021bumita unui paria<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Brahma! Azi te recunosc,<\/p>\n

Ziditor al lumilor!<\/p>\n

Dumnezeu \u00ee\u021bi spun pios,<\/p>\n

C-ai f\u0103cut potriva lor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u0218i\u00a0 \u00eenchei ultim t\u0103r\u00e2m<\/p>\n

Mia de urechi tot mut;<\/p>\n

\u00cen ad\u00e2nc ne cobor\u00e2m<\/p>\n

To\u021bi ce-avem un nou n\u0103scut.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Vezi femeile acestea,<\/p>\n

Suferin\u021ba-i zeitate!<\/p>\n

Rogu-te prime\u0219te vestea<\/p>\n

Singur actului ce fapt e.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

George Byron<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Elegie<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

OH smuls\u0103-n floarea vie\u021bii vii!<\/p>\n

Asupr\u0103-\u021bi n-o p\u0103sa morm\u00e2nt;<\/p>\n

ci trandafirii \u0219i-or ivi<\/p>\n

frunzele-n an mai timpurii<\/p>\n

Sub chiparosul unduind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u0218i-ades prin nalt curent \u021b\u00e2\u0219nind<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0219i pleac\u0103 suferin\u021ba glas<\/p>\n

Cu multe vise g\u00e2nd hr\u0103nind<\/p>\n

\u0218i lene\u0219 z\u0103bovind un pas:<\/p>\n

Fiara! Cum moarta-ar fi trezind!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Piei! \u0218tim de lacrimi \u00een zadar,<\/p>\n

C\u0103 moartea nu ia-n seam\u0103 dor:<\/p>\n

Ea ne dezva\u021b\u0103 de pl\u00e2nsori?<\/p>\n

Ori seac\u0103 bocitoarei har?<\/p>\n

\u0218i tu de-mi spui s\u0103 uit ce-auzi<\/p>\n

Pari pal \u0219i ohii \u00ee\u021bi sunt uzi.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

Dionysios Solomos<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Imn Libert\u0103\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Te cunosc dup\u0103 agerimea<\/p>\n

spathei cu spaim\u0103 \u00eentr-aceea,<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u021bi recunosc iu\u021bimea<\/p>\n

crudei ochiri c\u0103tre Geea.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Din sfinte oseminte rodind<\/p>\n

elenilor sanctuaria,<\/p>\n

t\u0103rie andriomeni fiind,<\/p>\n

slav\u0103, o, slav\u0103 Eleftheria!<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/h1>\n

Blazon alchimic<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Ro\u0219u De Gueles<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Din cald \u0219i din frig<\/p>\n

S-or na\u0219te doi Rigi,<\/p>\n

Unul ghea\u021b\u0103, altul foc.<\/p>\n

Sarea-i va uni la loc,<\/p>\n

Bucurie \u0219i noroc.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Un boiangiu, altul zidar<\/p>\n

Regenera\u021bi din baia s\u0103rii<\/p>\n

Fi-vor termen de Speran\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

Fiecare-n soarta sa.<\/p>\n

Incandescent, Flam\u0103 primera<\/p>\n

Ca un copil leit tat\u0103l s\u0103u.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Materie abject\u0103, de nul\u0103 valoare,<\/p>\n

Ie\u0219it\u0103 din foc, admic \u0219i fal,<\/p>\n

Darull Soarelui, \u00eenscris \u00een GRAAL,<\/p>\n

vas sacru, obiect c\u0103utat \u00eendelung,<\/p>\n

culeg\u00e2nd s\u00e2ngele divin al lui Crist.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

E balaur veninos, ro\u0219u \u0219i puternic,<\/p>\n

Demn a intra \u00een palatul Regelui,<\/p>\n

\u00censo\u021bit de-un cavaler \u00eenarmat \u0219i<\/p>\n

De o zei\u021b\u0103, adev\u0103rat\u0103 frumuse\u021be…<\/p>\n

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

Victor Hugo<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Clar de lun\u0103<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Luna era senin\u0103 juc\u00e2ndu-se pe unde. –<\/p>\n

Fereastra liberat\u0103 de briz\u0103 s-a cr\u0103pat.<\/p>\n

Sultana-afar’\u00a0 prive\u0219te cum valurile bat,<\/p>\n

Maree argintie brod\u00e2nd insule-afunde.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Din degete vibr\u00e2nd\u0103 \u00eei lunec\u0103 ghitar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ascult\u0103… Surdul bufnet surzind ecouri jos.<\/p>\n

O fi grea nav\u0103 turc\u0103 din ape dinspre Cos<\/p>\n

Lovind\u00a0 arhipelagul grec rama sa t\u0103tar\u0103?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

S\u0103 fie cormoranii plonj\u00e2nd unul dup-alt,<\/p>\n

Apa t\u0103ind-o roat\u0103 de perle pe arip\u0103?<\/p>\n

O fi un djinn acolo ce fluier\u0103 \u0219i \u021bip\u0103<\/p>\n

Rostogolind \u00een mare creneluri din \u00eenalt?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tulbur\u0103 cine hula seraiului aproape?\u00a0 –<\/p>\n

Nici cormoranul negru, pe val leg\u0103nator,<\/p>\n

Nici pietrele din ziduri, ori ritmicul sonor<\/p>\n

Al grelei nave trase de v\u00e2sle peste ape.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Saci plini plutesc \u00eencoace \u00een hohote profunde,<\/p>\n

Se vor vedea, sond\u00e2nd-o marea ce-i are norm\u0103,<\/p>\n

mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se pe flancuri ca o uman\u0103 form\u0103.<\/p>\n

Luna era senin\u0103 juc\u00e2ndu-se pe unde.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Alexandr Pu\u0219kin<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Talisman<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde marea-n veci danseaz\u0103<\/p>\n

Peste st\u00e2ncile pustii,<\/p>\n

Unde luna-n cald\u0103 raz\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00censerarea \u00eendulci,<\/p>\n

Unde ziua \u00ee\u0219i petrece<\/p>\n

\u00cen harem un musulman,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u00e2ng\u00e2ind-o o conjur\u0103:<\/p>\n

\u201ePoart\u0103 al meu talisman:<\/p>\n

Plin e de putere dur\u0103!<\/p>\n

Dar iubirii tale dan.<\/p>\n

De boal\u0103 \u0219i umfl\u0103tur\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen furtuni \u0219i uragan,<\/p>\n

Capul t\u0103u, iubit\u0103 pur\u0103,<\/p>\n

Nu-mi salveaz\u0103 talisman.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bog\u0103\u021bii din r\u0103s\u0103rit<\/p>\n

\u021aie nu se d\u0103ruie,<\/p>\n

La efori de proorocit<\/p>\n

Gra\u021bia nu-\u021bi st\u0103ruie;<\/p>\n

\u0218i tu cazi la s\u00e2n de ras\u0103<\/p>\n

Dintr-o trist\u0103 \u021bar\u0103-stran,<\/p>\n

De la nord la sud acas\u0103,<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 de-al meu talisman.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dar c\u00e2nd ochi lunec\u0103tori<\/p>\n

Te \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103 dintr-odat\u0103,<\/p>\n

Noaptea pe la c\u00e2nt\u0103tori<\/p>\n

F\u0103r’ iubire s\u0103rutat\u0103 –<\/p>\n

Drag complice! la p\u0103cate,<\/p>\n

la r\u0103ni inimii noian,<\/p>\n

la tr\u0103d\u0103rile uitate,<\/p>\n

\u021bine al meu talisman!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Giacomo Leopardi<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Infinitul<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Mereu mi-a fost drag acest deal pustiu,<\/p>\n

gardul viu ce o bun\u0103 parte<\/p>\n

din ultim orizont ascunde privirii.<\/p>\n

Dar st\u00e2nd \u00een contemplare, nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite<\/p>\n

spa\u021bii de dincolo de el, t\u0103ceri<\/p>\n

supraomene\u0219ti, cea mai ad\u00e2nc\u0103 pace<\/p>\n

\u00eemi vin \u00een minte; c\u00e2t pe ce<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se sperie inima. \u0218i cum aud<\/p>\n

v\u00e2ntul fo\u0219nind prin tulpini, infinita<\/p>\n

lini\u0219te cu aceast\u0103 voce o compar:<\/p>\n

\u0219i-mi amintesc eternitatea<\/p>\n

\u0219i duse anotimpuri \u0219i prezentul<\/p>\n

viu \u0219i sunetu-i. Atfel \u00een aceast\u0103<\/p>\n

imensitate g\u00e2ndirea-mi se \u00eeneac\u0103:<\/p>\n

mi-e dulce\u00a0 naufragiul \u00een marea aceasta.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\n

Adam Mickiewikz<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Coasta Iuda<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Drag \u00eemi e s\u0103 contemplu de pe-a lui Iuda coast\u0103<\/p>\n

Cum valurile-n spum\u0103 se bat \u00eenversunate,<\/p>\n

Apoi spre\u00a0 largul m\u0103rii c\u00e2nd bl\u00e2nde se adast\u0103<\/p>\n

Le v\u0103d cu str\u0103lucire sub curcubeu chemate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen ap\u0103 mic\u0103 iar\u0103\u0219i se sparg precum o vast\u0103<\/p>\n

armat\u0103 de balene a cuceri estate,<\/p>\n

Gonesc la \u021b\u0103rm talazuri albite p\u00e2n\u0103-n creast\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i, stinse, las\u0103 perle, corali \u0219i scoici\u00a0 \u00een spate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tot astfel inima \u021bi-i, o, tinere poet!<\/p>\n

Furtuni p\u0103timitoare \u00ee\u021bi v\u0103luresc \u00een piept,<\/p>\n

L\u0103uta \u021bi-o \u00eenal\u021b\u0103! Alung\u0103-le\u00a0 \u00eencet,<\/p>\n

Uit\u0103rii din ad\u00e2ncuri, \u00een locul lor coral<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De c\u00e2nt \u00eencoroneze to\u021bi anii p\u00e2n’ la mal,<\/p>\n

\u00eensufle\u021bire cast\u0103, imaculat final.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

Taras \u0218evcenko<\/em><\/p>\n

Testament<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mor, m\u0103 \u00eengropa\u021bi<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un morm\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

\u00cen stepa larg\u0103<\/p>\n

Din \u021bara drag\u0103,<\/p>\n

Lanuri \u00eentinse,<\/p>\n

Nipru \u0219i st\u00e2nci,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 v\u0103d, s\u0103 aud<\/p>\n

Strig\u0103t-strigi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd s-o rev\u0103rsa din Ucraina<\/p>\n

\u00cen marea albastr\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngele du\u0219man… atunci oi l\u0103sa<\/p>\n

Lanurile \u0219i mun\u021bii –<\/p>\n

Tot pokinu \u0219i polinu<\/p>\n

lui\u00a0 Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

Rug\u00e2ndu-ne…p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci<\/p>\n

Eu nu cunosc pe Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cengropa\u021bi-m\u0103 \u0219i ridica\u021bi-v\u0103,<\/p>\n

Rupe\u021bi lan\u021burile,<\/p>\n

Spulbera\u021bi s\u00e2ngele<\/p>\n

Cotropitorilor.<\/p>\n

\u0218i \u00een marea mea familie<\/p>\n

\u00cen familia liber\u0103, nov\u0103,<\/p>\n

Amintirea pomeni\u021bi-mi<\/p>\n

nezlim \u0219optit\u0103 slov\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

Emily Bronte<\/em><\/p>\n

Ultimele r\u00e2nduri<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

N-am suflet tem\u0103tor,<\/p>\n

Nu tremur sferei lumi \u00eenfurtunat\u0103,<\/p>\n

V\u0103d glorii \u00een Rai lucitor,<\/p>\n

Egal lucind credin\u021ba, fricii-armat\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O, Doamne,\u00een pieptul meu,<\/p>\n

Atotputernic, mereu prezent, Divine!<\/p>\n

Ce via\u021b\u0103 duc din greu<\/p>\n

Puterea nemuririi are-n Tine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen van mia de crezuri<\/p>\n

Ce mi\u0219c\u0103 inimile: \u00een zadar;<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t ve\u0219tede nutre\u021buri,<\/p>\n

Ori goala spum\u0103-n val f\u0103r\u0103 hotar,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A trezi dubii undei<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t de str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u021bie-ifinirii:<\/p>\n

Cea ancorat\u0103 unde-i<\/p>\n

st\u00e2nca statornic\u0103 a nemuririi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u00e2nd\u00a0 nespus<\/p>\n

Duhu-\u021bi \u00eensufle\u021be\u0219te eonii bl\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

\u00centins puie\u0219te sus,<\/p>\n

Schimb\u00e2nd, \u021bin\u00e2nd, topind, cre\u00e2nd, \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i om du\u0219i chiar,<\/p>\n

Sori \u0219i-universuri nondiferen\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

R\u0103mas Tu singur ar<\/p>\n

Exista-n Tine orice existen\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pentru Moarte nu-i r\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

Niciun atom s\u0103-\u0219i dea-n gol putere:<\/p>\n

TU e\u0219ti Fiind, Sufl\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

Ce e\u0219ti Tu niciodat\u0103 nu piere. <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

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

De-ar fi s\u0103 mor<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

De-ar fi s\u0103 mor,<\/p>\n

Tu s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti,<\/p>\n

Timpul tot g\u00e2lg\u00e2ind,<\/p>\n

Zorii lucind,<\/p>\n

Amiaza arz\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

Ca totdeauna;<\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103ri ca ieri cl\u0103dind,<\/p>\n

Albine-n roi juc\u00e2nd –<\/p>\n

Ar trebui s\u0103 plec\u0103m de voie<\/p>\n

Din antrepriz\u0103 mai jos!<\/p>\n

Dulce-i a \u0219ti c\u0103 lumea va dura<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd pe noi margarete ne cos,<\/p>\n

Comer\u021bul va continua,<\/p>\n

m\u0103rfuri vioi or zbura.<\/p>\n

Fac lini\u0219tit\u0103 plecarea,<\/p>\n

p\u0103streaz\u0103 sufletul senin<\/p>\n

Sprintenii domni<\/p>\n

Conduc\u00e2nd scena amin.<\/em><\/p>\n

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