{"id":39029,"date":"2018-05-28T16:02:28","date_gmt":"2018-05-28T16:02:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=39029"},"modified":"2018-05-28T16:02:28","modified_gmt":"2018-05-28T16:02:28","slug":"marta-polixenia-matei-marin-bescuca-mi-te-am-inchipuit-izvorul-diminetii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/05\/28\/marta-polixenia-matei-marin-bescuca-mi-te-am-inchipuit-izvorul-diminetii\/","title":{"rendered":"Marta Polixenia MATEI & Marin BE\u0218CUC\u0102: Mi te-am \u00eenchipuit izvorul dimine\u021bii"},"content":{"rendered":"

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MI TE-AM \u00ceNCHIPUIT IZVORUL DIMINE\u021aII<\/p>\n

Ciclul: R<\/em>\u0103sp\u00e2ntii<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

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

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… c\u00e2nd primul g\u00e2nd ne-a dezlipit de vis
\nmi te-am \u00eenchipuit izvorul Dimine\u021bii …
\ncristalinul se era la mama lui acas\u0103
\n\u0219i m\u0103-mbia s\u0103-\u021bi strig,
\n\u0219i m\u0103-mbia pe frunte buza peni\u021bei s\u0103-mi pun,
\ns\u0103-mi soarb\u0103 \u0219oaptele de g\u00e2nduri,
\ndar fruntea m\u0103 repezi :
\n\u2013 miteamiubescul, o d\u00e2r\u0103 pentru Cale !
\n\u0219i m-am oprit,
\ninstant,
\nsufletul se \u00eenghe\u021ba de-a fir-a-p\u0103r,
\ninima t\u0103cea \u0219i ea cu g\u00e2ndul
\nc-at\u00e2ta nou ne-a curge,
\nS\u0103rutul, s\u0103 ne-n\u021belegem, ne e cruce !
\nplecam s\u0103 umplem carul cu boi de rou\u0103,
\nroua ne \u0219tie, \u0219i ne-n\u021belege tr\u0103itul,
\ntr\u0103itul prinde spini din cursul clipei,
\nclipa ce ne curge, \u0219terge urmele de praf,
\n\u0219i-at\u00e2ta praf, Comoar\u0103 M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or …
\niubirea mea !
\n\u00een desagii timpului adast\u0103-acini din vi\u021ba
\nce muste\u0219te-a noi,
\nte uit\u0103 … te uit\u0103 rodul ei !
\nprelinge sev\u0103 din iubit la fiecare crest\u0103tur\u0103,
\n\u0219i unde i-am t\u0103iat un ram uscat, te uit\u0103 :
\nduzini de muguri r\u0103s\u0103rind !
\n\u0219i dac-at\u00e2ta sev\u0103, cum praful mai reziste !?
\n\u0219i, uite,
\nazi laptele ne-a dat \u00een foc … cafeaua !!
\n\u0219i c\u00eet caimac pierdut \u00een buza focului …
\ndar se veni clipa,
\npudrat\u0103-n lapte praf !
\n\u0219i ne purt\u0103-n s\u0103rutul de S\u0103rut !
\nla r\u00e2ndu-i praf ?!
\nhai, M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or !!
\ne-at\u00e2ta cer, e-at\u00e2t albastru, e-at\u00e2ta soare,
\n\u0219i e at\u00e2ta \u0219i at\u00e2ta lume …
\ndar, M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or,
\ne-at\u00e2ta DUMNEZEU !!
\nizvor \u021bi-i harul dinspre El, iar eu mi-am venit
\ns\u0103 mi te sorb cristal, \u0219i clinchet aduc\u0103tor de via\u021b\u0103,
\nmi te-am iubesc !
\nmi teamiubescul pleac\u0103-n pulbere de amintiri
\ndin care izvor nou din noi s\u0103 preumbl\u0103m cuv\u00e2ntul,
\n\u0219i dac\u0103 cerul \u0219i-ar vrea \u00eentreb\u0103ri, \u00eentreab\u0103-se \u00een s\u00e2n,
\neu sunt aci, \u0219i m\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n !
\nmi te-am lipit de cerul meu, cer !
\n\u0219i-at\u00e2tea sc\u00e2nteieri ne-au dus povestea \u00een Lumin\u0103,
\nuite cum zorii-mpr\u0103\u0219tie vocabule
\nrupte din spa\u021biul dintre noi
\n\u0219i ne-nfloresc \u00een corole de cuv\u00e2nt,
\ntulpina Dimine\u021bii ne e plin\u0103,
\niar tu-mi spusese\u0219i s\u0103 renun\u021b la ea …
\nMarin !
\ndar uite, uite cum se adun\u0103 metafore ciopor,
\npetale de-mpr\u0103\u0219tiat pe esplanada min\u021bii …
\ne-at\u00e2ta rou\u0103 ce se era-n a\u0219tept, s\u0103 dea m\u00e2ng\u00e2i !
\neh, M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or,
\nc\u00e2nd primul g\u00e2nd m-a dezlipit de vis
\nmi te-am \u00eenchipuit izvorul Dimine\u021bii …
\nte vin\u0103 dar,
\nsc\u00e2nteie de har, g\u00e2ndul dezlipit de vis
\n\u021bi-a fi amnar …<\/p>\n

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LUPTA MEA CU TABLOUL UNIVERSAL S-A-NTE\u021aIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

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… eh, amurg, amurg,
\ncum m\u0103 poart\u0103 dorul printre
\nm\u0103r\u0103cini \u0219i chiparo\u0219i s\u0103-mi \u0219tiu
\nst\u0103p\u00e2ni s\u0103lb\u0103ticiile ascunse-n mine,
\n\u0219i apusul \u00eemi \u0219tie aplec\u0103rile nu din
\n\u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri nevirgine, din nou izvor\u00e2t
\nam deprins versul s\u0103-mi \u0219tie ritmul,
\npasul meu s-a obi\u0219nuit \u00een dublu,
\npauzele de singur sunt insalubre,
\nmetafora \u0219tie \u0219i m\u0103 poart\u0103 lecturii de pristol,
\nveni\u021bi voi, care mi-a\u021bi vrea afla tainicul
\n\u0219i poate c\u0103 roata olarului ar sim\u021bi un suspans,
\nchit c\u0103 firul de trandafir mi-a l\u0103sat,
\ne drept c\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nd, un suspin \u00een respir,
\n\u0219i ceasurile amurgului se respir\u0103 chiar
\npe muchiile urmelor din
\n\u00ceN A\u0218TEPTAREA CURCUBEULUI,
\ndar m-am \u00eentors !
\nc\u0103utam printr-un dans riguros,
\n\u00een alb \u0219i ro\u0219 !
\npantera s-a antipazat de mult,
\ndar acum am dedus semne
\ncare nu s-au mai pres\u0103rat \u00eenainte-mi
\nantropologii sedilei lui \u0219,
\nm-au asigurat c\u0103 e s\u00e2ngele meu,
\ncu toat\u0103 opozi\u021bia lui C14
\ncare \u2013 mendeleevian !
\nm\u0103 ura c-am trecut de partea Regelui meu …
\nm\u0103 rog, am primit azinoapte un mesager celest,
\ndar cu tot st\u0103ruiul lui,
\nn-a scos un cuv\u00e2nt de la mine !
\neram pelin poeste o lume candid\u0103,
\n\u0219i scriind cum mi-am \u00eent\u0103bulat obiceiul,
\nversul meu alb se caleaz\u0103 perfect
\npe inocen\u021ba copilului …
\nTITANIA ne-antins o curs\u0103, cumva,
\nrezist \u0219i despuiat s\u0103 trec un c\u00e2mp de
\nm\u0103r\u0103cini \u0219i chiparo\u0219i,
\ndescul\u021b, Coane Zaharia !
\ndar aerul de c\u00e2mpie nu mi-a p\u0103r\u0103sit
\nsacii plini cu acini …
\neh, amurg-amurg,
\nlupta mea cu tabloul universal s-a \u00eente\u021bit,
\nam Hangerul de Argint,
\nam SUPLICIU,
\nam PENI\u021aA G\u00c2NDITOARE,
\ndar mi-ar trebui un arcan,
\nbufni\u021ba candid\u0103 a\u0219terne strig\u0103te
\npeste p\u00e2nza timpului,
\ndar penelul e la M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or !!
\ncopilul i-a pozat \u00een nud inocen\u021ba,
\ntimpul \u0219i-a scos la licita\u021bie p\u00e2nza …
\nP.S.
\n… eh, TITANIA, repet, via\u021ba nu e mereu,
\nde\u0219i ne-am vrea !
\ndans riguros \u00een alb \u0219i roz,
\ncum se vede de pe marginile
\nunor suflete decolorate …
\nne-am expus la prea mult oxigen
\nvr\u00e2nd s\u0103 escalad\u0103m poate cel mai \u00eenalt munte,
\ndar acolo, doar floarea de col\u021b
\n\u0219i capra neagr\u0103 pot r\u0103zbate …
\n\u0219i sigur nu ne-am confunda vreouna
\ncu vreo biat\u0103 transhumant\u0103,
\nfie ea \u0219i roz …
\ndin inocen\u021ba copilului am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat
\ns\u0103 d\u0103m imaginarului acel aspect de lume candid\u0103,
\nacolo basmul \u0219tie exact face diferen\u021ba
\ndintre m\u0103r\u0103cini \u0219i chiparo\u0219i,
\ndar \u0219i \u0219tima apelor poate p\u0103rea
\nun mesager celest, tot acolo …
\n\u0219i cum tot \u00ee\u021bi spun de o vreme, dar te prefaci \u00een surd,
\nstrig\u0103tele mele \u0219i-au g\u0103sit, pe p\u00e2nza timpului,
\nr\u0103sp\u00e2ntiile pictate \u00een alb \u0219i ro\u0219
\n\u0219i toate mi le-am \u00eempletit \u00een fir de m\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or,
\ngeaba bufni\u021ba candid\u0103 \u00eencearc\u0103 le-a\u0219tearn\u0103-n alb \u0219i roz,
\nvia\u021ba mea are alte nuan\u021be,
\ndin Lumin\u0103 mi-am ridicat piramid\u0103 s\u0103-mi iau curcubeu
\n\u0219i mi l-am perfuzat \u00een creierii inimii
\ns\u0103 mi pot colora sufletul dup\u0103 voia lor
\n\u0219i nu dup\u0103 nevoi streine …
\nundeva, m\u0103 \u0219tiu de punct,
\ndar \u00eenc\u0103 nu m\u0103 voi de r\u0103storn !
\nnodul urechii subcon\u0219tientului de l-ai fi desf\u0103cut,
\nnu \u0219oaptei v\u00e2ntului i-ai fi ascultat c\u00e2ntul
\n\u0219i poate c\u0103 \u00eengerul r\u0103sp\u00e2ntiilor \u021bi-ar fi \u00eentins
\naripa-i de lumin\u0103 s\u0103 po\u021bi da conjur negurilor …
\ndar, TITANIA, IUBIREA-IUBIRE nu se las\u0103 tras\u0103 de p\u0103r,
\nde-aceea UNUL-ne, din vrerea Celui Prea\u00eenalt,
\nni s-a-mpletit \u00een fir de m\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or !!<\/p>\n

… ne l\u0103s\u0103m ochii \u00een ochii t\u0103i, Cititorule, dac\u0103 te bucuri !?<\/em><\/p>\n

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\nMarta Polixenia MATEI \u2013 M\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or,
\nMarin BE\u0218CUC\u0102,
\nDumbrava Ro\u0219ie<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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