{"id":39110,"date":"2018-06-01T06:52:05","date_gmt":"2018-06-01T06:52:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=39110"},"modified":"2018-06-01T06:56:53","modified_gmt":"2018-06-01T06:56:53","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-ecourile-copilariei-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/06\/01\/anna-nora-rotaru-ecourile-copilariei-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Ecourile copil\u0103riei (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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COPIL\u0102RIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pierdut\u0103-n timp, m-a prins ad\u00e2ncul nop\u021bii g\u00e2nditoare,
\nPrivind cu melancolie, poze vechi dintr-un album…
\nM\u0103 \u00eentreb ne\u00eencetat, pierdu\u021bi unde-or mai fi oare,
\n\u00cen ce noian, anii de-atunci \u0219i cum sunt eu acum ?<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 uit \u0219i nu-mi vine-a crede c\u00e2t eram de mic\u0103,
\n\u00cemi amintesc de-atunci, fr\u00e2nturile g\u00e2ndurilor r\u0103zle\u021be…
\n\u00cen bra\u021be \u00eemi lingu\u0219eam, cu duio\u0219ie, iubita mea pisic\u0103,
\nLu\u00e2nd, ca o vedet\u0103, diverse poze z\u00e2mb\u0103re\u021be…<\/p>\n

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Cochet\u0103 cum eram, voiam s\u0103 ies frumoas\u0103 tare,
\nCu b\u0103sm\u0103lu\u021b\u0103 ro\u0219ie pe cap, eram nu spun c\u00e2t de fudul\u0103…
\nParc\u0103 \u0219tiam de-atunci c\u0103 poza o voi privi c\u00e2nd oi fi mare
\nPeste anii ce vor trece, cu enervant tic-tacul de pendul\u0103…<\/p>\n

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\u0218i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc acum, t\u00e2rziu, a\u0219a-mi veni-ntr-o doar\u0103,
\nCum ni se scurge-a noastr\u0103 via\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2t e de trec\u0103toare ?
\nCum anii se-mbulzesc s\u0103 fug\u0103 \u0219i parc\u0103 pentru prima oar\u0103,
\nS\u0103 le tai calea vreau cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u0103toare…<\/p>\n

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Nu vreau s\u0103-i las \u00een goan\u0103, gr\u0103mad\u0103, s\u0103 treac\u0103 peste mine,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 acopere cu-ale toamnei, c\u0103zute fruze-ng\u0103lbenite…
\nOpre\u0219te Doamne trenul vie\u021bii mele, n\u0103valnic, ce-n fug\u0103 vine
\n\u0218i f\u0103-l s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 iar de la \u00eenceput, pe drumuri nepornite !<\/p>\n

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Anna-Nora Rotaru la 2 ani, c\u00e2ntand “\u021a\u0103r\u0103ncu\u021b\u0103, \u021b\u0103r\u0103ncu\u021b\u0103, cu bujori \u00een obr\u0103jori… “<\/em><\/p>\n

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ECOURI DE BALAD\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nPe-un alt t\u0103r\u00e2m, \u00eendep\u0103rtat, a r\u0103mas copil\u0103ria,
\nCu verdele p\u0103durii de stejar \u015fi albastr\u0103 zarea…
\nMi-a-ncremenit pe scoar\u0163\u0103 z\u00e2mbetul \u015fi bucuria,
\nS-a a\u015fterne colbul pe c\u0103r\u0103ri de vis \u015fi-uitarea !<\/p>\n

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Acolo, la u\u015fa min\u0163ii-mi bat g\u00e2nduri, se perind\u0103,
\nC\u0103 vor s\u0103 \u00eemi trezeasc\u0103 \u015firaguri de-amintiri…
\nO undi\u0163a \u00een timp arunc, sper\u00e2nd s\u0103 prind\u0103,
\nCuvinte, fraze, tr\u0103iri dulci de-atunci, sim\u0163iri !<\/p>\n

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Mai vreau s\u0103 colind prin b\u0103l\u0163i \u015fi prin h\u00e2rtoape,
\nFluier\u00e2nd vreo doin\u0103, s\u0103 cobor pe ulicioar\u0103…
\nP\u0103rin\u0163ii s\u0103-mi rev\u0103d, s\u0103-i simt iar\u0103\u015fi aproape,
\nDestinul s\u0103-l \u00eempiedic, s\u0103 nu-i las s\u0103 moar\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Mai vreau s\u0103-mi v\u0103d prietenii, ce-am iubit,
\nStrigandu-i, s\u0103 ne fug\u0103rim \u015fi s\u0103 ne prindem…
\nS\u0103 rev\u0103d castelele din lut, ce-mpreun\u0103 am zidit,
\n\u015ei-n felinare din dovleci, lum\u00e2n\u0103ri s-aprindem !<\/p>\n

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Mi-e dor \u015fi de-ntinsele lanuri, aurii, de gr\u00e2u,
\nDe sperietorile, s-alunge poate c\u00e2te-o cioar\u0103…
\nDe sc\u0103ldat, cu r\u00e2sete voioase, \u00een volburos p\u00e2r\u00e2u,
\nD-expedi\u0163ii pe coclauri, c\u00e2nd c\u0103utam comoar\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 mistuie dor nebun \u015fi m\u0103 cuprinde-o team\u0103,
\nC\u0103-n gr\u0103dina sufletului cu miresmele de crini,
\nMi-au trecut gr\u0103mad\u0103 anii, neb\u0103g\u00e2nd de seama,
\nC\u0103-n copil\u0103ria-mi verde, au r\u0103s\u0103rit ciulini !<\/p>\n

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De nucul nostru, at\u00e2rn\u0103 fr\u00e2nghia din scr\u00e2nciob,
\nDovad\u0103, c\u0103-n goan\u0103 ne-au trecut anii haini…
\n\u00cemi oglindesc, azi, vestejita-mi privire-ntr-un ciob
\n\u015ei-mi v\u0103d cununa de roze, c\u0103-i uscat\u0103 \u015fi cu spini…<\/p>\n

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CINE MI-A LUAT-O, S-O ADUC\u0102 \u00ceNAPOI… <\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nMi-am pierdut copil\u0103ria undeva \u00een timp,
\nRog, cine mi-a luat-o, s-o aduc\u0103 \u00eenapoi…
\nNu pot spune prin ce anume anotimp,
\n\u0218tiu, c\u0103 de-atunci, au fugit anii \u00eenconvoi…<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218i mi-am pierdut \u0219i prieteni \u0219i p\u0103rin\u021bii,
\nF\u0103r-a le mai auzi, nici voci \u0219i nici cuvinte…
\nAmintirile mi se destr\u0103m\u0103-n col\u021bul min\u021bii,
\nCa umbre str\u0103vezii, \u00een str\u0103vezii ve\u0219minte !<\/p>\n

 
\nS\u0103 cobor \u00eencerc, pe scara timpului, febril,
\nAcolo aduna\u021bi, poate-i voi \u00eent\u00e2lni vreodat\u0103…
\nChiar \u0219i pe mine, poate m-oi reg\u0103si copil,
\nCum eram cu ursuletu-n bra\u021be… odat\u0103 !<\/p>\n

 
\n\u00cemi era c\u00e2t mine-aproape, dar de la tata,
\nS\u0103-mi \u021bin\u0103 seara de ur\u00e2t c\u00e2nd el lipse\u0219te…
\nC\u0103, ce-avea mai scump pe lume-i era fata
\n\u0218i-acuma simt c-atunci, cum m\u0103 iube\u0219te…<\/p>\n

 
\n\u00cen v\u0103g\u0103uni de timp, m-afund \u0219i scormonesc,
\nPe mam\u0103 s-o g\u0103sesc, pe dragii mei bunici…
\n\u00cemi sare-n poal\u0103 Azorel, un c\u00e2ine ciob\u0103nesc
\n\u0218i pisoia\u0219ii mei, cu to\u021bii, dragii mei amici…<\/p>\n

 
\nAh, Doamne… copil\u0103, plin\u0103 de vise \u0219i iubire,
\nCu plete lungi, ce-mi fluturau pe spate…
\nCu ochi vioi, c\u0103t\u00e2nd la sori \u0219i stele \u00een ne\u0219tire,
\nDorind printr-ele, la vreuna de-a r\u0103zbate !<\/p>\n

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Anna-Nora Rotaru pe la un an \u0219i jum\u0103tate<\/em><\/p>\n

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T\u0102R\u00c2MUL POVE\u0218TILOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ne-am l\u0103sat copil\u0103ria, undeva, \u00een timp pierdut\u0103,
\nPrintre m\u0103r\u0103cinii vie\u021bii, poate-at\u00e2t de tumultoas\u0103…
\nNe mai strig\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nd, ca r\u0103ni\u021bii pe redut\u0103,
\nCu oftaturi \u0219i cu geam\u0103t, parc-aduse de v\u00e2ntoas\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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\nDe departe, printre vremuri, ca ecou ne vine-n minte,
\nAnii acei de fericire, c\u00e2nd nu cuno\u0219team de grij\u0103
\n\u0218i la glasul dezn\u0103dejdii, al aducerilor aminte,
\nParc\u0103 sufletul se str\u00e2nge, ca r\u0103nit fiind de-o schij\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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\nR\u0103m\u0103\u0219i singuri-singurei, ne simtim ca prin\u0219i \u00een ghear\u0103,
\nC\u0103 nici timpul nu ne las\u0103 s\u0103 ne-ntoarcem \u00eenapoi…
\nPeste toate numai colbul \u0219i ceva lacrimi de cear\u0103,
\nNe-au umbrit copil\u0103ria, ne-au l\u0103sat de suflet goi !<\/p>\n

 
\nTare-am vrea s\u0103 ne g\u0103sim la scr\u00e2nciobul din gr\u0103din\u0103,
\nS\u0103 se-adune c-alt\u0103dat\u0103 mul\u021bi copii de pe-ulicioar\u0103…
\nS-a\u0219tept\u0103m iar\u0103 pe Mo\u0219ul, pe hogeag ca s\u0103 ne vin\u0103,
\nS-arunc\u0103m zmeul \u00een v\u00e2nt, s\u0103-l privim \u00een nori cum zboar\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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\n\u0218i-am avea a\u0219a de multe de f\u0103cut \u0219i-nc\u0103 de spus…
\n\u0218i secrete \u0219i mistere… povestiri la gura sobei…
\nDe \u00eemi spun, c\u0103-i nemiloas\u0103 soarta care ne-a impus,
\nS\u0103 uit\u0103m copil\u0103ria, drag cuv\u00e2nt din tolba vorbei !<\/p>\n

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CAUT LUMEA-MI DE COPIL … <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\nM\u0103-ntorc pe c\u0103ile ce-mi duc pa\u015fii \u00een trecut,
\nS\u0103 re\u00eent\u00e2lnesc copilu-acela de-alt\u0103dat\u0103…
\nLa primii ani ai vie\u0163ii mele, la anii de-nceput,
\nAtunci c\u00e2nd fric\u0103 n-aveam de necunoscut,
\nNe\u015ftiind c\u0103 lumea-mi va disp\u0103rea vreodat\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Parc\u0103-l v\u0103d cum zburd\u0103 printre flori sprin\u0163ar,
\nDin cupa crinilor sorbind aghiazma dimine\u0163ii
\n\u015ei fluier\u00e2nd \u00een v\u00e2nt, cu m\u00e2inile \u00een buzunar,
\nCutreier\u0103, ca g\u00e2ndul prin patru z\u0103ri, hoinar,
\nBucur\u00e2ndu-se \u00een sine de darul frumuse\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

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C\u0103ci, lumea \u00eei era o f\u0103r\u0103 de margine livad\u0103,
\nC-un soare ce sclipea doar pentru el pe cer…
\nEra numai al lui, n-avea-ns\u0103 cum s\u0103 prevad\u0103,
\nC\u0103 va veni o zi c\u00e2nd soarele-i va fi prad\u0103
\nUnui Demon ce-l va fura ca prin mister !<\/p>\n

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\u015ei ceru-i era limpede, f\u0103r\u0103 furtuni \u015fi nori…
\nLuna-l leg\u0103na, cu basme-l adormeau astre…
\nCiripit de p\u0103s\u0103rele \u00eel trezeau \u00een sfin\u0163ii zori,
\nRoiuri de fluturi, zumzet de albine-n flori,
\nNe\u015ftiind c\u0103 odat\u0103 \u00eei vor fi zilele sihastre….<\/p>\n

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Cresc\u00e2nd, la p\u00e2nd\u0103-i fu via\u0163a cu schimb\u0103ri,
\nC-o alt\u0103 lume, de fiare \u015fi buruieni ag\u0103\u0163\u0103toare,
\nAscunz\u00e2ndu-i soarele pe neumblatele c\u0103r\u0103ri,
\nNeav\u00e2nd pe nimeni s\u0103-i r\u0103spund\u0103 la-ntrebari…
\nUnde-i lumea lui furat\u0103 ca de-o vr\u0103jitoare ?<\/p>\n

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S\u0103 evadez vreau, s\u0103 fug de-al meu destin
\n\u015ei-oi c\u0103uta oric\u00e2t mi-ar fi calea \u00eendelung\u0103…
\nDe lumea asta s\u0103 m-ascund, plin\u0103 de venin,
\nSoarele s\u0103-l reg\u0103sesc, livada \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de spin
\nFloare, amenin\u0163\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 str\u0103pung\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Ce n-a\u015f da s\u0103-l mai \u00eent\u00e2lnesc pe-acel copil !
\nDe m\u00e2na s\u0103 p\u0103\u015fim \u00een lumea lui de peregrin…
\nPrin locuri fermecate s\u0103 ne strecur\u0103m tiptil,
\nCa-n basm s\u0103 evadez, prin parfumuri de april
\n\u015ei… s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc… pun\u00e2nd amintirile \u00een scrin,
\nSperand… ca poate-am sa revin…<\/p>\n

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DESCHIZ\u00c2ND OCHII \u00ceN LUME…<\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nAm deschis ochii \u00een lume…
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 spini de p\u0103ducel…
\nEu, pl\u0103p\u00e2nd, ca \u015foricel,
\nMic, micu\u0163, c\u00e2t un cercel,
\nC\u00e2t s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a-n dovlecel,
\nDin z\u0103pezi, un ghiocel,
\nPrintre trunchiuri, un surcel…
\nDar cu golu-mi p\u00e2ntecel,
\nF\u0103r\u0103-n traist-un col\u0103cel,
\nCum s-ajung eu voinicel
\nC\u00e2nd \u00een jur e doar m\u0103cel ?<\/p>\n

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Am deschis ochii \u00een lume…
\nF\u0103r\u0103 nimeni, singurel…
\nCa pierdut un n\u0103sturel,
\nPrintre frunze-un s\u00e2mburel,
\nDe pe crengi… un mugurel,
\nSi-o bobi\u0163\u0103-n strugurel…
\nC\u00e2t s-am a\u0163\u0103-n mosorel,
\nC\u00e2nd n-am lapte-n p\u0103h\u0103rel,
\nNici un fir de z\u0103h\u0103rel ?
\nCum s-ajung eu stej\u0103rel,
\nCu obrazul bujorel ?<\/p>\n

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Am deschis ochii \u00een lume…
\nDar sunt singur sufle\u0163el,
\n\u015ei pierdut… ca un c\u0103\u0163el…
\nN-am pe lume p\u0103rin\u0163el,
\nN-auzii vreun cuvin\u0163el,
\nSau clinchet de clopo\u0163el…
\nNu g\u0103sii pe p\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163el,
\nNici cheie, nici l\u0103c\u0103\u0163el,
\nNici l\u0103sat vreun bile\u0163el,
\nCi, v\u0103zui un sold\u0103\u0163el,
\nCu o sabie de-o\u0163el…<\/p>\n

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Am deschis ochii \u00een lume…
\nUn nimic, un s\u0103rm\u0103nel…
\nDintr-un lan\u0163, doar un inel
\nF\u0103r-un cuib, ca r\u00e2ndunel,
\nN-am de iarn\u0103 sum\u0103nel,
\nN-am nici pat, nici castronel,
\nN-am ca al\u0163ii ghiozd\u0103nel,
\nG\u00e2nduri s\u0103 scriu cu penel…
\nCi n\u0103scut ca b\u0103tr\u00e2nel,
\n\u00cemi trag pa\u015fii c\u0103tinel,
\nPrintr-o via\u0163\u0103 ca-n tunel…<\/p>\n

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PE ARIPI DE VIS<\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nUnde-mi e\u0219ti copil\u0103rie,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103-ntorc la tine \u00eenc\u0103 ?
\nMi-ai plecat pe ve\u0219nicie,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd ran\u0103-n mine-ad\u00e2nc\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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A\u0219 fi vrut din nou s\u0103-mi vii,
\nC\u00e2t de c\u00e2t, m\u0103car o clip\u0103 !
\nAmintiri de-atunci s\u0103-nvii,
\nCuib\u0103rite-n zbor de-arip\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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Ce n-a\u0219i da \u0219i ce n-a\u0219 face,
\nS\u0103-ntorc anii cei frumo\u0219i ?
\nS\u0103 fac iar ce mie-mi place,
\nCa pe-atunci…copii duio\u0219i !<\/p>\n

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S-alerg iar\u0103\u0219i peste glie,
\nTrandafiri s\u0103-i fac cunun\u0103,
\nFluier\u00e2nd o melodie,
\nS\u0103 \u00eei v\u0103d cum se-adun\u0103,<\/p>\n

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To\u021bi copiii \u00een ograd\u0103,
\nCa atunci, demult, odat\u0103…
\nOchii no\u0219tri s\u0103 mai vad\u0103,
\nCe v\u0103zur\u0103 alt\u0103dat\u0103 !<\/p>\n

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\u0218i-apoi, de n-o fi s\u0103-mi fie,
\nAm s-arunc cu scrum de vis,
\n\u00ceng\u00e2n\u00e2nd o psalmodie,
\nLa cei ani ce mi s-au stins …<\/p>\n

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C\u00c2NT\u0102 COPILE P\u0102S\u0102RILOR … <\/strong><\/p>\n

 
\nHai, c\u00e2nt\u0103 copile, s\u0103-\u021bi poarte v\u00e2ntul notele departe,
\nS\u0103rmane, sub soarele \u00eencins, e\u0219ti tu, cu-a ta umbr\u0103…
\nCu p\u0103s\u0103rile cerului \u00een c\u00e2rduri, f\u0103r\u00e2ma ta \u021bi-o \u00eemparte,
\nC-ave\u021bi acelea\u0219i soarte \u0219i-aici, \u0219i dincolo de moarte,
\nTr\u0103ind \u00eenfrico\u0219a\u021bi, sub talpa destinului \u00een penumbr\u0103,
\nDospind \u00een suflet aceea\u0219i singur\u0103tate sumbr\u0103…<\/p>\n

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\nC\u00e2nt\u0103, copile, s-aud\u0103 cerul cu norii \u00eengropa\u021bi \u00een balt\u0103,
\nC-aici pe nimeni n-ai, nici hran\u0103, a\u0219ternut, cocioab\u0103…
\nE\u0219ti fiu al nim\u0103nui, ai t\u0103i plecat-au, pe lumea cealalt\u0103,
\nDoar p\u0103s\u0103rile cerului \u021bi-au r\u0103mas, te-mbie \u0219i te-asalt\u0103,
\nZboar\u0103… la Cina cea de Tain\u0103 ai s\u0103 le-mp\u0103r\u021bi o boab\u0103,
\nIar ele \u021bi-or d\u0103rui iubire \u0219i-o pan\u0103, ca podoab\u0103,<\/p>\n

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\nS\u0103-\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2i sufletul cu ea, c\u00e2nd singur e\u0219ti \u0219i ostenit…
\nC\u00e2nd te-o n\u0103p\u0103di oftatul, c\u00e2nd de durere, r\u0103nile nu dor…
\nC\u00e2nd sim\u021bi c\u0103 din\u021bii cl\u0103n\u021b\u0103nesc de frig \u0219i trupul \u021bi-e r\u0103nit,
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eendurare ceri, privirea ridic\u00e2nd-o spre recele zenit,
\nCurajul de \u021bi-l pierzi \u0219i \u0219oaptele n-ajung sus, la Creator:
\n“Adun\u0103-m\u0103 din via\u021b\u0103, c\u0103 m-oi lini\u0219ti de mor”…<\/p>\n

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\n\u0218tiu, copile, ca tine sunt \u0219i-al\u021bii, mul\u021bi cu soartele haine,
\nSe zbat pentr-o juma merind\u0103, \u00een muceg\u0103itele mansarde…
\nLa col\u021buri, \u00een grote, abisuri, hamali \u00een port pan’ s\u0103 le\u0219ine,
\nLucr\u00e2nd din greu, storsi de bo\u0219ii buc\u0103la\u021bi, f\u0103r\u0103 de ru\u0219ine,
\nCu piepturi-umflate de-arogan\u021b\u0103, pline de onor cocarde,
\nP\u0103\u0219ind cu demnitate, pe sufletele bastarde…<\/p>\n

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\nHai, c\u00e2nt\u0103 tu m\u0103car, copile \u0219i pentru bietele vie\u021buitoare,
\nC\u0103 \u0219i pe ele, aceea\u0219i soart\u0103, crud\u0103, la p\u0103m\u00e2nt pogoar\u0103…
\nSau t\u0103indu-le \u00een zboruri line, pu\u0219ca-n m\u00e2ini ucig\u0103toare,
\nSau ling\u00e2nd m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse, ling \u0219i pastilele otr\u0103vitoare,
\nC\u0103 nu mai \u0219tiu de-i numai azi, sau fost-a\u0219a \u0219i-odinioar\u0103…
\n\u0218tiu doar, c\u0103 omul mai mult stric\u0103 \u0219i omoar\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Anna-Nora ROTARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Atena, Grecia<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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