{"id":39220,"date":"2018-06-05T12:51:56","date_gmt":"2018-06-05T12:51:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=39220"},"modified":"2018-06-05T12:59:11","modified_gmt":"2018-06-05T12:59:11","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-pe-aripile-gandului","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/06\/05\/anna-nora-rotaru-pe-aripile-gandului\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Pe aripile g\u00e2ndului…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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PE ARIPILE G\u00c2NDULUI… \u00a0<\/strong><\/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 (dedicat satului Dag\u00e2\u021ba)
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M\u0103 poart\u0103 g\u00e2ndul \u00een caruselul timpului spre \u00eenapoi,
\nLa satul meu, uitat printre coline-n col\u0163 de Rai…
\nPe-acolo, unde colindam ades cu-ai mei copoi,
\nPrin lan de floarea-soarelui, pe lac \u015fi prin z\u0103voi
\n\u015ei-acas\u0103 iar\u0103\u015fi m\u0103-ntorceam, l-al nostru trai,
\nDoinind \u00een dulce grai !<\/p>\n

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\u00cenchid ochii \u015fi-n v\u00e2rtejul timpului ajung pe-ogor…
\nCu n\u0103rile deschise-adulmec aer proasp\u0103t \u015fi curat…
\nAmintiri trez\u00e2ndu-mi ciorchinii de razachie din podgor,
\n\u00cembiindu-m\u0103 mirosul de sulfin\u0103, lev\u0103n\u0163ic\u0103 \u015fi mohor,
\nAl p\u0103m\u00e2ntului reav\u0103n \u015fi-af\u00e2nat dup\u0103 arat,
\nC\u00e2nd ploile l-au picurat !<\/p>\n

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V\u0103d \u015fi cumetrele cum la taifas adun\u0103 snopii,
\nB\u0103rba\u0163ii, cu hazul piperat, c\u0103pi\u0163e-nal\u0163\u0103 din f\u00e2ne\u0163e…
\nAud v\u00e2ntul, cum \u015fuier\u00e2nd de pe colin\u0103-ndoaie plopii,
\nCopiii pe ulicioar\u0103, h\u0103rm\u0103laie \u0163op\u0103ind \u00een jurul popii,
\nBomboane s\u0103 primeasc\u0103 \u015fi blagoslovire la bine\u0163e,
\nM\u00e2ng\u00e2iere cu bl\u00e2nde\u0163e !<\/p>\n

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Cimitirul v\u0103d, biserica \u015fi-aud clopotul cum bate,
\nNu \u015ftiu de-i botez, cununie sau \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare…
\n\u00cen piept simt agonie \u015fi inima cum mi se zbate,
\nUn fior, o team\u0103 m\u0103 inund\u0103-n suflet, m\u0103 str\u0103bate,
\nC\u0103 nu \u015ftiu de face-a groaz\u0103, a \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntare
\nSau a voie-bun\u0103 \u015fi-nc\u00e2ntare !<\/p>\n

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\u015ei ce mai v\u0103d ? C\u0103su\u0163a cea mic\u0103, pe plai \u00eentre coline,
\nPe-ai mei \u00een pragul casei \u015fi curtea plin\u0103 de-or\u0103t\u0103nii…
\nCump\u0103na f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii, mama cu ap\u0103-n ulcior ce-mi vine,
\nS\u0103-mi dea binecuv\u00e2ntarea, c\u0103 s\u0103 am zile senine
\n\u015ei-acolo, unde uimit\u0103 m\u0103 crucesc f\u0103c\u00e2nd m\u0103t\u0103nii,
\nDispare totu-n mreaja t\u0103nii !<\/p>\n

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\u00ceN SATUL DE ODINIOAR\u0102\u2026 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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M-aduce v\u00e2ntul de departe, prin satul copil\u0103riei,
\nC\u0103 vreau s\u0103 v\u0103d biserica, \u0219coala, casa p\u0103rinteasc\u0103\u2026
\nOamenii s\u0103-i v\u0103d, c\u00e2\u021bi mai tr\u0103iesc \u0219i c\u00e2\u021bi \u00een gura gliei,
\nSub talpa hain-a timpului, sub greautatea panopliei,
\nCe, poate vor s\u0103 ias\u0103 la lumin\u0103, cu vecinii s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103,
\nS\u0103 \u00eei ntrebe de-au uitat \u00een vatr-aprins-o iasc\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

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Privesc \u00een jur sterpele gr\u0103dini \u0219i casele p\u0103r\u0103ginite,
\nGrinzi putrede, por\u021bi c\u0103zute, lespezile sparte\u2026
\nCu gardurile-n b\u0103l\u0103rii, ferestre astupate, c\u0103tr\u0103nite,
\nLa u\u0219i, belciuge \u0219i-ncuietori z\u0103c\u00e2nd at\u00e2rnate, ruginite\u2026
\nDoar sufletele acelea prip\u0103\u0219ite mai b\u00e2ntuie deoparte,
\nAg\u0103\u021bate de grani\u021ba dintre via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i moarte\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u0218i satul nu mai este vesel, bogat, cum era \u00eenainte,
\nE-a\u0219a pustiu, c\u0103 nici nu se moare, nici nu se tr\u0103ie\u0219te\u2026
\nUnde-s copii aceia cu care-odat\u0103 m\u0103 jucam cuminte,
\nNep\u0103s\u00e2ndu-ne de-aveam ce-nc\u0103l\u021ba sau nu, ve\u0219minte ?
\nR\u00e2sete \u0219i chicoteli \u00eemi sun\u0103, amintirea-mi se treze\u0219te,
\nPleca\u021bi cu to\u021bii sunt \u0219i l\u0103crima m\u0103 podide\u0219te\u2026<\/p>\n

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La margine de sat, v\u0103d biserica unde ne-am botezat,
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103 pe ultimii muritori cu larg u\u0219ile deschise\u2026
\n\u00cen clopotni\u021b\u0103, cucuvele url\u0103, culcu\u0219 f\u0103c\u00e2nd, au cutezat,
\nUn cuc mai c\u00e2nt\u0103 a pustiu, \u00een stejarul de fulger retezat,
\nSpun\u00e2nd, c\u0103 nimeni n-a mai p\u0103\u0219it pe-aici de c\u00e2nd murise
\nUltimul, ce-n a\u0219teptarea vie\u021bii de apoi, se sinucise\u2026<\/p>\n

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A\u0219a c\u0103, m\u0103-drept spre cimitir s\u0103 le-aduc ultim omagiu,
\nMamei, tatei, bunicilor, copiilor din vremuri neuitate\u2026
\nS\u0103 le spun c\u0103-n urma lor, tot s-a pr\u0103p\u0103dit, ca naufragiu,
\nSub ruine \u0219i rugine, d\u0103r\u0103p\u0103n\u0103turi, ai timpului ravagiu,
\nS\u0103 le povestesc, s\u0103-i pl\u00e2ng, zic\u00e2ndu-le c\u0103-n eternitate,
\nUn colb stelar vom fi, precum-nainte, a\u0219a \u0219i mai departe\u2026
\nPierdu\u021bi \u00een neguri de imensitate\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

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

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

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

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