{"id":41202,"date":"2018-09-26T09:26:45","date_gmt":"2018-09-26T09:26:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=41202"},"modified":"2018-09-26T09:26:45","modified_gmt":"2018-09-26T09:26:45","slug":"cezarina-adamescu-poet-%e2%80%93-intre-cuvinte-nerostite","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/09\/26\/cezarina-adamescu-poet-%e2%80%93-intre-cuvinte-nerostite\/","title":{"rendered":"Cezarina ADAMESCU: Poet \u2013 \u00eentre cuvinte nerostite"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>VIOREL BIRTU P\u00ceR\u0102IANU, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Tic-tac, tic-tac…,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Editura Singur, T\u00e2rgovi\u0219te, 2017<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Titlul acestui volum, \u201dTic-tac, tic-tac…\u201d<\/em><\/strong> relev\u0103 leg\u0103tura dintre m\u0103sura incomensurabil\u0103 a timpului \u0219i t\u0103cerea poetului, cu fiecare b\u0103taie a ornicului interior. De ce simte poetul inutilitatea cuv\u00e2ntului \u0219i nevoin\u021ba de a t\u0103cea, pe m\u0103sura trecerii timpului. Demersul liric i se pare uneori, zadarnic? \u0218i totu\u0219i, el e arcul peste lumi, peste z\u0103ri, e tot ce r\u0103m\u00e2ne din fiin\u021ba terestr\u0103, urma vizibil\u0103 care \u00eel proiecteaz\u0103 \u00een ve\u0219nicie. A\u0219adar, tac, cu fiecare secund\u0103…Un ritm impus de bun\u0103voie. Din care se iese arar \u0219i doar atunci c\u00e2nd are ceva imperios de comunicat omenirii.<\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 unii creatori care, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd tac, spun ceva. T\u0103cerile lor gr\u0103itoare sunt, cu at\u00e2t mai semnificative, cu c\u00e2t tr\u0103irile lor sunt mai acerbe. Sunt t\u0103ceri roditoare, fecunde, bogate \u00een g\u00e2nduri, \u00een amintiri, \u00een visuri \u0219i \u00een cuvinte vechi, nefolosite \u00eenc\u0103. Cuvintele nerostite \u00ee\u0219i cer, \u00eens\u0103, drepturile legitime. Na\u0219terea de cuvinte e ca o facere de Lumin\u0103, \u021b\u00e2\u0219nit\u0103 din ad\u00e2ncul fiin\u021bei, la t\u0103ierea clipei \u00een dou\u0103 buc\u0103\u021bi gemene. Trebuie s\u0103 a\u0219ezi o piatr\u0103 m\u0103car, la altarul timpului rostogolit f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere. Nici amintirile nu au destul\u0103 memorie, \u00een zborul lor f\u0103r\u0103 de spa\u021biu. Se cuvine r\u0103bdare \u0219i veghe. Poate c\u0103 ar trebui \u2013 alt aluat pentru aripi, s\u0103 \u00eenvele\u0219ti \u00eengerii, noaptea, \u00een parcelea de cer unde \u00ee\u0219i au s\u0103la\u0219ul.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Autorul acestui volum, cu titlu implacabil, dore\u0219te s\u0103 ne aminteasc\u0103 faptul c\u0103 \u00eentunericul nu dureaz\u0103 o ve\u0219nicie, oricum se destram\u0103 \u0219i, la cap\u0103tul lui, se i\u021be\u0219te Lumina.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Trei repere fundamentale caut\u0103 poetul \u00een ochii iubitei: \u201dadev\u0103rul, lumina \u0219i via\u021ba\u201d. <\/em>\u00cen loc de acestea, poetul se perind\u0103 uneori, prin \u201dAmurgul pustiu\u201d,<\/em><\/strong> constat\u00e2nd trist c\u0103: \u201dtotul e t\u0103cere, lacrimi \u0219i durere\u201d. <\/em>\u00cens\u0103, datorit\u0103 iubirii, dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219te aceast\u0103 stare de pustietate sufleteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

S-ar zice c\u0103 Viorel Birtu P\u00eer\u0103ianu este un poet care pune mare pre\u021b pe suflet, c\u0103ruia \u00eei atribuie \u00eensu\u0219iri antropomorfice. \u00cen poezia lui \u00eent\u00e2lnim: arca sufletului, t\u0103lpile sufletului, lacrima sufletului, aripile sufletului, paji\u0219tea sufletului, v\u0103paia din suflet, pleoapele sufletului, faleza sufletului, \u201dpe pere\u021bii scoroji\u021bi ai sufletului\u201d;<\/em> \u201ds\u00e2nii t\u0103i uita\u021bi pe perna sufletului\u201d;<\/em> etc.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Personificarea este o modalitate de expresie des folosit\u0103. Adeseori ea se transform\u0103-n metafor\u0103. Astfel, v\u00e2ntul s\u0103rut\u0103, amurgul pl\u00e2nge, pl\u00e2nge ploaia (poate cea mai verosimil\u0103), pa\u0219ii unui g\u00e2nd, pe lacrima g\u00e2ndului, pe buzele iubirii, bra\u021bul timpului, sur\u00e2sul z\u0103rilor, palma r\u00e2ului, \u021bip\u0103tul luminii, buzele g\u00e2ndului.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 La Viorel Birtu P\u00eer\u0103ianu, arderea cea mai intens\u0103 este iubirea. Buzele ard, inima arde, obrajii ard, trupul, la fel, m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierile sunt aprinse. \u00cens\u0103 voluptatea, patima, nu \u00eentineaz\u0103, ca la unii \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi, ci purific\u0103. \u0218i \u00eentreb\u0103rile ard, \u0219i t\u0103cerea. Este manifestarea cea mai intens\u0103 a sentimentului: \u201d\u00een ar\u0219i\u021ba sentimentului \/ atingeri fine, line \/ cu \u00eentreb\u0103ri \/ ce ard, ce dor \/ cu buzele g\u00e2ndului \/ \u00een \u021bip\u0103tul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului \/ iube\u0219te-m\u0103 femeie, \u00een noapte, \/ iube\u0219te-m\u0103 cu patim\u0103, cu foc, \/ s\u0103 ardem, s\u0103 ardem, \/ cu focul divin al iubirii \/ respir iubire, \/ \u00een tine, cu tine \/ tu, lacrim\u0103 \u0219i dor \/ dor nebun, c\u0103l\u0103tor \/ pe c\u0103r\u0103rile sufletului \/ p\u0103\u0219esc \u00een m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri aprinse \/ de nimeni cuprinse, \/ de nimeni stinse \/ picur\u0103 stropii de rou\u0103 \/ de ziu\u0103 nou\u0103 \/ pe buze uscate \/ te \u00eenvelesc \u00een lacrima sufletului\u201d(\u00cen ar\u0219i\u021ba iubirii). <\/strong><\/em>Iubirea se consum\u0103 a\u0219adar, \u201d\u00een arderi nebune, sublime, pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/ suspin\u0103 patima \/ \u021bip\u0103 dorul \/ \u00een acorduri pure, fine \/ fiorul se alint\u0103 \/ \u00eentre fierbin\u021bi s\u0103rut\u0103ri \/ ad\u00e2nci, \u00een trup, \u00een spirit \u0219i \u00een g\u00e2nd\u201d(Chem\u0103ri).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Este interesant de remarcat, c\u0103 aceste arderi, \u201d\u00een focul divin al iubirii\u201d<\/em>, transform\u0103 persoanele, le face mai curate, mai pure. Este vorba aici \u0219i de focul sacru, cel f\u0103r\u0103 de cenu\u0219\u0103, focul purificator.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Despre iubirea ideal\u0103, se poate spune c\u0103 poetul \u00eenc\u0103 nu a \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o, de vreme ce spune: \u201dpoate e\u0219ti aceea\/ pe care o a\u0219tept \u00een ani\u201d, <\/em>\u00een timp ce \u201dp\u00e2nze de t\u0103cere \/ se \u00eentind pe drum<\/em>\u201d.(Amurgul pustiu).<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tonul este adeseori elegiac, buzele r\u0103m\u00e2n r\u0103t\u0103cite \u201dpe \u021b\u0103rmuri de dor\u201d,<\/em> amurgul se scurge, iar sur\u00e2sul iubitei devine \u0219i el \u201ddor curg\u0103tor\u201d(\u00cen ar\u0219i\u021ba iubirii), <\/strong><\/em>\u00een timp ce sufletul r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u201dsub pa\u0219ii s\u0103rutului\u201d.<\/em> Poetului nu-i r\u0103m\u00e2ne a\u0219adar, dec\u00e2t s\u0103 scrie pe nisip, ceea ce \u0219i face:\u201dscriu pe nisipul fierbinte\/ cu o scoic\u0103 \/ cioplit\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri \/ cu ochii deschi\u0219i c\u0103tre ape \/ povestea noastr\u0103 de amor \/ p\u0103\u0219ind cu tine \u00een eternitate \/ sorbind din apa pur\u0103 a iubirii\u201d(\u00cen ar\u0219i\u021ba iubirii).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cea\u021ba este un element aproape omniprezent \u00een poeziile lui Viorel Birtu P\u00eer\u0103ianu. De altfel, intervin \u00een acest decor ambiguu, \u0219i elemente fantomatice, care \u021bin mai cur\u00e2nd de metafizic: \u201dplec la o \u00eent\u00e2lnire \/ ce nu va avea loc \/ \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 o u\u0219\u0103 \/ ce nu exist\u0103, \/ e doar o p\u0103rere, nu…\u201d (Un g\u00e2nd trecut).<\/strong><\/em> \u0218i alt\u0103oar\u0103 cheam\u0103 \u201decoul r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een cea\u021b\u0103\u201d; <\/em>ori,\u201dlas \u00een urm\u0103 \/ murmurul ce\u021bii\u201d. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u0218i tot cea\u021ba \u00eei apare poetului ca un \u201dabis necuprins\u201d<\/em>, generator de vise, de fantasme, de miraj, drept pentru care se \u00eentreab\u0103:\u201ds\u0103 plec sau s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n, \u00een vis?\u201d(Un g\u00e2nd trecut).<\/strong><\/em> Poetul spune, la un moment dat: \u201dSunt at\u00e2t de obosit de via\u021b\u0103 \/ de mersul orb, prin cea\u021b\u0103\u201d(A\u0219tept).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Iubirea, de\u0219i aparent voluptoas\u0103, este idealizat\u0103 adeseori, proiec\u021bie a unui vis ori a unui dor care nu se \u0219tie dac\u0103 se va \u00eemplini: \u201dcaptiv\u0103 \u00een iubire \/ \u00eenmugure\u0219ti \u00een fiecare clip\u0103 \/ suav\u0103 te deschizi \u00een zori \/ sub s\u0103rutul g\u00e2ndului \/ \u00een matca sufletului \/ a\u0219tept s\u0103 desfac \u00een noapte \/ \u0219oapta unui trup \/ s\u0103 p\u0103trund \u00een taina nemuririi \/ cu tine femeie \/ strop de iubire\u201d(\u0218oapta unui trup).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Marea calitate a poeziei lui Viorel Birtu P\u00eer\u0103ianu este muzicalitatea, ritmul interior, de\u0219i se \u00eenscrie \u00een linia modern\u0103, liber\u0103 de canoanele teoriei versifica\u021biei. Cantabilitatea, rima \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare, bog\u0103\u021bia mijloacelor de expresie, paleta de sensuri oferite, o fac pl\u0103cut\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103utat\u0103. Poetul reu\u0219e\u0219te \u00een mod exemplar s\u0103 creeze o armonie benefic\u0103 a cuvintelor. Dar, cu c\u00e2t\u0103 modestie afirm\u0103 poetul, \u00een pofida at\u00e2tor avu\u021bii spirituale pe care le posed\u0103: \u201dcaut s\u0103 fiu \/ doar un om \u00eentre oameni\u201d(O lacrim\u0103 \u00eentr-un suspin).<\/strong><\/em> \u0218i cu o luciditate specific\u0103 oamenilor care \u0219tiu ce vor, autorul afirm\u0103:\u201deu azi mai sunt \/ acel ce nu mai sunt\u201d(Epistol\u0103).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Sintagme arhicunoscute, trecute prin filtrul sensibilit\u0103\u021bii poetului, devin oaze proprii de \u00eenc\u00e2ntare \u0219i desf\u0103tare sufleteasc\u0103, \u00eennobilate de prezen\u021ba hieratic\u0103 a iubitei: Ex. \u00cen \u201diarba verde de acas\u0103\u201d, <\/em>unde jocul dragostei devine sublim: \u201dne iubim \u00een pat de flori \/ \u00eempodobit cu z\u0103ri \/ culese din tainice dep\u0103rt\u0103ri \/ ce frumos ardeam am\u00e2ndoi \/ \u00een fiorul iubirii dint\u00e2i \/ at\u00e2t de puri, at\u00e2t de goi\/ doi nebuni am\u00e2ndoi \/ vorbeam, tr\u0103iam, visam, pluteam, \/ pe aripile dorului \/ \u021bi-am s\u0103rutat lacrima \/ \u00eencet-\u00eencet \/ ai tres\u0103rit \u00eenfiorat\u0103, \u00eent\u00e2ia dat\u0103\u201d.<\/em> Dar, dragostea devine unic\u0103, prin faptul c\u0103 este imortalizat\u0103 \u00een memoria clipei:\u201dclipa t\u0103cea \/ ascunsesem limbile ceasului \/ \u00een buzunarele rupte ale lumii \/ timpul uit\u00e2nd s\u0103 mai treac\u0103 \/ eu am r\u0103mas s\u0103 a\u0219tept femeia \/ pe peronul unui timp\/ uitat \u00een t\u0103cerea cuv\u00e2ntului\u201d (\u00cen iarba verde de acas\u0103).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Iubirea este aureolat\u0103 de sublimul purit\u0103\u021bii imaginii: \u201ds\u0103rut\u00e2nd abisul unui g\u00e2nd\u201d;\u201ddulce chemare \/ \u00een pa\u0219ii dorului\u201d; \u201dam s\u0103rutat prima oar\u0103 glezna unui vis\u201d;\u201dtremurai feciorelnic \u00een noapte\u201d;\u201ddiminea\u021ba te-ai \u00eenvelit cu alge \/ p\u0103\u0219ind pe \u021b\u0103rmul solar\u201d; \u201daroma ultimului suspin\u201d;\u201dpe buze purtam crini\u201d; \u201dl\u0103sasem pe \u021b\u0103rm \/ cioburi de stele \/ culese din Calea Lactee\u201d,<\/em> etc. (Cronica unei iubiri).<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen c\u0103utarea frumosului imortalizat \u00een cuv\u00e2nt, acest poet al cumsec\u0103deniei asumate, e \u00eensetat de Lumina pur\u0103 a \u00cenceputului.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Cu toate acestea, autorul traverseaz\u0103 \u0219i st\u0103ri dramatice, populate de \u201dcuvinte incoerente\u201d;<\/em> de \u201d\u00eentunericul lumii\u201d; \u201dun copac uscat\u201d; de \u201dtragicul \u021b\u0103rm\u201d;\u201dg\u00e2nduri amputate\u201d;\u201dlumina tremur\u0103 de frig\u201d;\u201dde griji, nevoi, \u00eentreb\u0103ri\u201d,\u201dpiatra albit\u0103 de s\u00e2nge\u201d<\/em> \u0219i peste toate, \u201dpe cer o privighetoare \/ c\u00e2nta la un pian imaginar<\/em>\u201d, care ar putea fi ie\u0219irea din labirintul triste\u021bii. De\u0219i, privighetoarea, nu are nevoie de un pian imaginar, c\u00e2ntecul ei neasemuit, acoperind orizontul.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 La Viorel Birtu P\u00eer\u0103ianu \u2013 t\u0103cerea doare \u0219i \u201darde durerea ultimului cuv\u00e2nt\u201d<\/em> \u2013 de intensitatea tr\u0103irii. \u00centre privirea orizontal\u0103 \u0219i cea vertical\u0103 e cale de o cruce: \u201dprivesc la cer \/ m\u0103 uit la via\u021b\u0103\u201d (Printre g\u00e2nduri amputate).<\/strong><\/em> \u0218i \u00een timp ce via\u021ba picur\u0103, se scurge \u201dimplacabil \u00een gol \/ gol, ruin\u0103, n\u0103mol\u201d,<\/em> poetul, num\u0103r\u00e2nd zilele \u00een g\u00e2nd, spune: \u201dvisez o floare\u201d<\/em>, chiar dac\u0103 \u201dfloarea a \u00eenghe\u021bat \u00een zare \/ lumina a trecut\u201d<\/em>. De\u0219i e con\u0219tient c\u0103: \u201dmerg pe picioare amputate \/ rostesc cuvinte fr\u00e2nte \/ adun cuvinte din cioburi de g\u00e2nduri \/ \u0218i tac printre r\u00e2nduri\u201d(Printre g\u00e2nduri amputate).<\/strong><\/em> Adeseori, t\u0103cerea este echivalent\u0103 cu triste\u021bea: \u201dm\u0103 ascund \u00een t\u0103cere \u0219i pl\u00e2ng\u201d (Poarta).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Autorul face aici, leg\u0103tura dintre Cuv\u00e2ntul prim, al doilea sistem de semnalizare \u0219i smerenia omului fa\u021b\u0103 de m\u0103re\u021bia cople\u0219itoare a Universului, a crea\u021biei universale. Eul liric \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 loc \u00een acest Univers \u00eendep\u0103rtat, iar atunci c\u00e2nd nu-l g\u0103se\u0219te, se cerceteaz\u0103 pe sine. \u00a0\u00cen fa\u021ba lui, a Universului, nu po\u021bi dec\u00e2t s\u0103 taci. O t\u0103cere germinativ\u0103, \u00eens\u0103, de\u0219i poetul se simte stingher \u0219i cople\u0219it, \u00een micimea lui. \u201dprivirea str\u0103pungea t\u0103cerea timpului \/ \u00een lacrima crud\u0103 a g\u00e2ndurilor \/ sf\u00e2\u0219iate dintr-un suflet r\u0103t\u0103cit pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/ nu reu\u0219esc s\u0103 evadez dintre g\u00e2nduri \/ un pas la limita durerii \/ cuvintele spal\u0103 desp\u0103r\u021birile \/ nu cer nimic \/ sunt vis sau n\u0103lucire \/ aici doar clopotul mai d\u0103 de \u0219tire \/ ding-dang-dang \/ bate-bate \u00een ne\u0219tire \/ e clipa s\u0103 plec sau nu \/ \u00een iarn\u0103 am r\u0103mas cu moartea \/ de vorb\u0103 pe o strad\u0103 \/ murdar\u0103 de s\u00e2nge \/ lovit de semenii mei \/ poate este ziua aceea \/ \u0219i dac\u0103 nu este \/ am p\u0103\u0219it c\u0103tre sf\u00e2r\u0219it \/ de\u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219itul \/ era de mult sf\u00e2r\u0219it \/ nu am v\u0103zut\/ eram ocupat \/ cu \u00eenceputul sf\u00e2r\u0219itului \/ \u00eentr-o lume h\u00e2d\u0103 \u0219i moart\u0103\u201d(\u00cenceputul). <\/strong><\/em>\u00cens\u0103 poetul prefer\u0103 \u201daroma pur\u0103 a iubirii\u201d.<\/em> \u0218i totodat\u0103:\u201dm\u0103-mpiedic de lacrima unui g\u00e2nd\u201d(Parfum de orhidee),<\/strong> <\/em>g\u00e2ndul fiind primordial. \u00centr-o poezie, autorul se exprim\u0103 astfel despre g\u00e2nduri: \u201dcu m\u00e2na murdar\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri\u201d(Tu dormi).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Preocupat de transmiterea ideii, autorul a decis s\u0103 renun\u021be la forma clasic\u0103 a poeziei \u0219i chiar la rigoarea semnelor de punctua\u021bie care nu ar aduce nimic \u00een plus mesajului s\u0103u. Folosirea minusculelor la \u00eenceput de fraz\u0103 sau vers este, \u00een acest caz, \u00eendrept\u0103\u021bit\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Se remarc\u0103, \u00een toat\u0103 aceast\u0103 c\u0103utare a idealului, preferin\u021ba pentru puritate, \u201d\u00een roua pur\u0103 a dimine\u021bii\u201d; \u201daroma pur\u0103 a iubirii\u201d; \u201d\u00een r\u0103s\u0103ritul pur de soare\u201d. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Din imperiul floral, poetul a ales nuf\u0103rul alb, floarea nobil\u0103 \u2013 orhideea, dar \u0219i maci ro\u0219ii, simbolul dragostei aprinse, parfumul suav de iasomie, lotusul, \u0219.a.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>El a ridicat iubirea la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea altarului, prin aceasta, eterniz\u00e2nd-o. \u0218i totu\u0219i, profesiunea poetului \u00ee\u0219i spune cuv\u00e2ntul prin folosirea unor termeni medicali: valva mitral\u0103, cordul, \u201dm\u0103 dor oasele sufletului\u201d. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Apelativele pentru iubit\u0103 sunt: draga mea, m\u00e2ndra mea, femeie, \u0219.a.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Adeseori, poetul induce un fel de ambiguitate pentru a spori misterul poetic:\u201dsunt un absent prezent\u201d;\u201dparc\u0103 dorm, parc\u0103 visez\u201d;\u201ds\u0103 stau, s\u0103 pier \/ \u00een universul efemer\u201d;<\/em> etc.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen contrapondere cu g\u00e2ndul \u0219i cuv\u00e2ntul, apare des, t\u0103cerea, care ia diferite aspecte, adeseori cuplat\u0103 cu singur\u0103tatea \u0219i cu dorul: \u201dt\u0103cere \u0219i mult\u0103 singur\u0103tate\u201d;\u201dt\u0103cerea dorului nestins\u201d;\u201dt\u0103cerea a \u00eembr\u0103cat totul\/ \u00een haine de gal\u0103\u201d;<\/em>\u201dascult clipocitul t\u0103cerii\u201d; \u201dascult t\u0103cerea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului\u201d; nu reu\u0219esc s\u0103 evadez dintre g\u00e2nduri\u201d. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Despre sine, poetul spune c\u0103 e:\u201dcocor r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00eentr-o lume\u201d (A\u0219tept<\/strong>).<\/em> \u0218i despre inten\u021biile sale creative: \u201dvoiam s\u0103 cioplesc universul\/ cu un vers\u201d(Vorbe). <\/strong><\/em>\u0218i: \u201dDe m\u0103 vei \u00eentreba vreodat\u0103 ce sunt \/ \u00ee\u021bi voi r\u0103spunde simplu \/ sunt un copac \/ pe \u021b\u0103rmul unui g\u00e2nd \/ lovit de oameni, timpuri \/ curg \u0219i curg \/ sunt singur pe o st\u00e2nc\u0103 \/ trec clipe, trec ani \/ \u00een zori \/ eu \u00eenverzesc mereu \/ doar pentru voi\u201d (Copacul).<\/strong> <\/em>Iar alt\u0103dat\u0103, spune: \u201deram prea viu \/ aici, \u00eentre voi\u201d(Vorbe).<\/strong><\/em> Recunosc\u00e2ndu-se un romantic autentic, poetul spune: \u201dsunt trubadurul r\u0103t\u0103cit \/ pe \u021b\u0103rmul unui vis\u201d (S\u0103rutul \u00een noapte).<\/strong><\/em> \u0218i \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 ipostaz\u0103, ludic\u0103, poetul afirm\u0103: \u201ddansez, dansez \/ cu cerul, cu luna \/ sunt trubadur sprin\u021bar \/ ce plute\u0219te iar \u0219i iar \/ f\u0103r\u0103 g\u00e2nd, f\u0103r\u0103 habar \/ prin lume, printre fete, printre toate \/ m\u0103 rotesc \u00een joc nebun\/ pingelele sunt rupte \/ cine st\u0103 s\u0103 le asculte \/ muzica c\u00e2nt\u0103, c\u00e2nt\u0103 \/ fecioara p\u0103\u0219e\u0219te \u00een pa\u0219i de visare \/ \u00een dans etern \/ prin timpuri de zad\u0103 \/ ce dans cu foc \/ petreceri de-a pururi s\u0103 fie \/ diminea\u021ba,\/ m\u0103 lovesc zorile \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 \/ \u00een bra\u021be nu-i nimeni \/ nu-i \u00eenger de fat\u0103 \/ pe pern\u0103 a r\u0103mas \/ o lacrim\u0103\u201d(O lacrim\u0103 de fat\u0103).<\/strong> <\/em>\u00cen alt loc, autorul spune despre sine c\u0103 e: \u201dtrubadurul z\u0103rilor \/ menestrelul zorilor\u201d(Cine-i).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Aici, poetul se las\u0103 condus de ludic, de muzicalitate, de ritm, ca \u00een poezia clasic\u0103. Dar totul se dovede\u0219te a fi numai un vis.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Autorul nu se d\u0103 \u00eenapoi de la voluptatea unei clipe eterne de iubire: \u201darzi \u00eentr-un s\u0103rut \/ mereu ne\u00eenceput \/ dezmierd fiorul unui dor \/ cu pana unui g\u00e2nd \/ sau un s\u0103rut \/ ascuns, furat, mu\u0219cat, cerut, \/ a\u0219 vrea \/ c\u00e2te a\u0219 vrea \/ s\u0103 te cuprind, s\u0103 str\u00e2ng \/ \u00een noaptea cu c\u0103deri de stele \/ un vis mereu ne\u00eenceput, \/ de terminat \/ cine mai \u0219tie \/ eu am r\u0103mas \/ pierdut \u00een reverie\u201d(Clipa de iubire).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Un tablou idilic, aidoma unui pastel, emo\u021bioneaz\u0103 prin frumuse\u021bea imaginii create din elemente simple, naturale:\u201dl\u00e2ng\u0103 f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni \/ p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie licuricii \u0219i \u021bip\u0103 p\u0103unii \/ un cuib \/ r\u0103\u0219in\u0103, miros crud de brad, \/ brusc, \u021b\u00e2\u0219ne\u0219te o minune \/ printre l\u0103stuni \/ o c\u0103prioar\u0103 \/ cu ochii cruzi \/ cocorii strig\u0103 \u00een zare, a chemare \/ pe o strad\u0103, doi m\u0103g\u0103ru\u0219i apatici \/ pe chei, sirenele m\u0103 cheam\u0103 \/ \u00een larg \/ acolo, dincolo de zare \/ \u00een port, pescarii \/ co\u0219uri pline \/ raci, \u021bipari \u0219i o broasc\u0103 \u021bestoas\u0103 \/ prea curioas\u0103 \/ \u00een vale \/ o moar\u0103, toarce agale \/ la \u00eent\u00e2mplare \/ la asfin\u021bit \/ \u00een jocul amurgului \/ ziua s-a sf\u00e2r\u0219it \/ umbre pe cer \/ m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie genele \/ nu am plecat \/ s\u0103 fug printre stele \/ am r\u0103mas \/ adormit \u00eentre ape \/ pe \u021b\u0103rm \/ o femeie \/ o inim\u0103 singur\u0103 \/ a\u0219teapt\u0103\u201d(Pa\u0219i).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen general, titlurile sunt sintetice, alc\u0103tuite dintr-un cuv\u00e2nt sau dou\u0103, el rezum\u00e2nd o stare, de fapt, lumea v\u0103zut\u0103 cu ochi de poet. O afirma\u021bie nea\u0219teptat\u0103 \u201dcuv\u00e2ntul meu \/ are v\u00e2rsta sufletului, a singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii\u201d(Un om printre stele).<\/strong><\/em> E vorba, desigur, nu de v\u00e2rstele biologice, ci de v\u00e2rstele spiritului. Dar cuv\u00e2ntul poate \u00eemprumuta \u0219i alt ve\u0219m\u00e2nt, cel mai pu\u021bin luminos:\u201d\u00een absen\u021ba ta \/ cuv\u00e2ntul s-a \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een \u00eentuneric \/ c\u0103ut\u00e2nd via\u021ba \/ la s\u00e2nul gol al cunoa\u0219terii\u201d(Pe c\u00e2mpiile dorului).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Un \u00eentreg bagaj de elemente magice completeaz\u0103 tabloul suprarealist: t\u0103r\u00e2muri de vraj\u0103, cor\u0103bii de v\u00e2nt, sirene cu voci duioase. Din peisaj nu lipse\u0219te trubadurul cu chitara, care-\u0219i execut\u0103 repertoriu ce cuprinde: \u201dchemare, iubire, uitare\u201d<\/em> \u2013 peste valul \u201dce se sparge de timpuri\u201d(Cuv\u00e2nt peste ape).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Femeia, \u00een viziunea poetic\u0103 a autorului este \u201df\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 pur\u0103 de suflet \/ izvor de alb\u0103 lumin\u0103\u201d(Pe c\u00e2mpiile dorului).<\/strong><\/em> Alt\u0103dat\u0103, femeia este \u201dfloare de lotus \u00eenchis\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>\u00cen toate ipostazele propuse, apare lumina care ia diferite aspecte: lumina a \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit, crinii hohotesc \u201dlovi\u021bi de \u021bip\u0103tul luminii\u201d. <\/em>O alt\u0103 ipostaz\u0103 a luminii: \u201dlumina a cobor\u00e2t \/ pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/ s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i r\u0103coreasc\u0103 \/ trupul fierbinte\u201d(\u00cen nelini\u0219tea timpului).<\/strong><\/em> \u0218i: \u201dVocea ta eman\u0103 lumin\u0103\u201d, <\/em>spune poetul.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Realismul, luciditatea trec uneori, dincolo de mirajul \u00eenchipuirii \u0219i poetul se treze\u0219te pierdut \u00een marasmul vie\u021bii, \u00een \u201dcircul cotidian\u201d <\/em>constat\u00e2nd c\u0103 \u201de vremea marelui nimic\u201d (Vremuri vechi, vremuri noi).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>\u0218i totu\u0219i, av\u00e2nd cuv\u00e2ntul drept pav\u0103z\u0103 \u0219i acoperi\u0219, poetul cap\u0103t\u0103 \u00eendrept\u0103\u021bire s\u0103 spun\u0103:\u201dm\u0103 plec g\u00e2rbovit peste ani \/ printre plopi \u0219i castani \/ la margine de drum \/ pe unde trec \/ ieri, azi, acum\/ unde sunt nu \u0219tiu \/ de ieri, de mult \/ ascult t\u0103cerea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului \/ uneori m\u0103 ascund \u00een t\u0103cere s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng \/ a\u0219tept \u00een nelini\u0219tea timpului \/ un semn \/ cu m\u00e2inile r\u0103nite de \u00eentreb\u0103ri \/ \u00een noapte \/ m\u0103 voi c\u0103\u021b\u0103ra \/ \u00een geana g\u00e2ndului \/ s\u0103 urc c\u0103tre cer \/ acolo voi g\u0103si adev\u0103rul \/ de via\u021ba asta \/ nu-mi mai pas\u0103 \/ m\u0103 dezbrac de dureri, triste\u021bi \/ privesc pe unda timpului ce trece \/ \u00een poart\u0103 \/ o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 femeie \/ poart\u0103 \u00een p\u00e2ntec \/ sensul nostru pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/ aprinde f\u0103clia luminii \/ s\u0103 lumineze calea \/ la poarta \u00eentunericului \/ peste timp, peste ape\u201d(Poarta).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dovad\u0103 c\u0103 \u0219i-a \u00een\u021beles rostul \u00een ast\u0103 lume, poetul spune: \u201dscriu \u0219i scriu \/ cu pana g\u00e2ndului \u0219i s\u00e2ngele trupului \/ pe scoar\u021ba sufletului\u201d(Scrisoarea).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u0219teptarea, visarea, dorul, pl\u0103smuirea, t\u0103cerea, lacrima de pe obraz, dezam\u0103girea \u0219i chiar tr\u0103darea, sunt ingrediente care compun iubirea. Din toate, poetul alege femeia, cu care poate s\u0103 recompun\u0103 lumea de la \u00eenceput:\u201deu vreau femeia\/ doar at\u00e2t\/ nu vreau statui sau falnice zei\u021be \/ nici z\u00e2ne, nici cr\u0103iese \/ te vreau pe tine \/ nu t\u0103ceri \/ eu \u0219tiu \/ \u0219i bine \u0219tiu \/ iubirea noastr\u0103 este sf\u00e2nt\u0103\u201d(Lacrima iubirii).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Sunt clipe c\u00e2nd strigarea poetului devine patetic\u0103, rod al unei exasper\u0103ri existen\u021biale c\u0103reia nu-i g\u0103se\u0219te ie\u0219ire:\u201dplutesc pe r\u00e2ul Lethe \/ uitarea o caut \/ cerul mi-e pern\u0103 \/ \u0219i marea ve\u0219m\u00e2nt \/ \u00een\u00a0 m\u00e2n\u0103 port o lamp\u0103 \/ lumina sufletului \/ s\u0103-mi poarte dorul departe \/ s\u0103 uit de lume, de toate \/ s\u0103-mi beau b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bea \/ din ulcioare de lut \/ s\u0103 beau, s\u0103 beau \/ din noapte \u00een zori \/ sub lacrima zorilor \u0219i p\u0103catele nop\u021bilor \/ s\u0103 sparg ulciorul \/ de pere\u021bii usca\u021bi \/ l\u0103sa\u021bi-m\u0103 s\u0103 beau nebunia din mine \/ ploaia a t\u0103cut \/ am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 sunt acel \/ care nu mai sunt \/ se contopir\u0103 toate \/ azi am plecat cu luntrea \/ condus\u0103 de Charon \/ trupul s\u0103-l poarte pe Styx \/ \u00een larg dragi pesc\u0103ru\u0219i \/ privesc ultimul drum\u201d(Drumul).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Unele poeme sunt incanta\u021bii murmur\u00e2nde, \u00een care sugestia, repeti\u021bia iscusit\u0103, uneori inversat\u0103 pentru a ob\u021bine efectul scontat, eufonia, creaz\u0103 cadrul unei pove\u0219ti de iubire. Astfel, poeziile devin mici secven\u021be decupate \u0219i apoi puse cap la cap, ca-n jocul puzzle, pentru a realc\u0103tui un episod romantic.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Un portret admirabil al femeii se afl\u0103 \u00een poezia \u201dInelul\u201d:<\/em><\/strong> \u201dfemeie \/ diamant din celulele iubirii \/ giuvaier de tainice g\u00e2nduri \/ ascunse, de nimeni atinse, p\u0103trunse \/ gura poem \/ iar ochii \/ stele \u00een noapte \/ trupul t\u0103u, miezul durerii\u201d.<\/em> Pentru poet, dragostea are ca finalitate, purcederea \u00eempreun\u0103 la altarul iubirii, pentru a-\u0219i a\u0219eza, unul altuia, inelul de dor. \u00centr-un joc al contrastelor care duce cu g\u00e2ndul la Lucian Blaga (\u201dA\u0219a-s de negri, ochii t\u0103i, Lumina mea\u201d), Viorel Birtu P\u00eer\u0103ianu spune: \u201dtu, alb\u0103 stea \/ \u00een negura nop\u021bii\u201d(Inelul).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Folosind \u00een special fondul comun de cuvinte, \u00eentr-o economie a mijloacelor de expresie, poetul reu\u0219e\u0219te s\u0103 ob\u021bin\u0103 efecte nea\u0219teptate \u0219i mai ales, s\u0103 transmit\u0103 emo\u021bia, ceea ce este esen\u021bial \u00een poezie. Aici se cuvine s\u0103 amintim, acele jocuri ritmice, bazate pe repeti\u021bie:\u201dde azi, de ieri, de unde vrei, \/ s\u0103 ceri, s\u0103 iei \/ sunt parte dintr-o parte \/ g\u0103sit\u0103 ieri \u00een alt\u0103 parte \/ de cine \/ de cine vine \/ la mas\u0103, la cin\u0103 \/ \u0219i uneori la mine \/ dac\u0103 mai vine \/ marea un r\u00e2u\/ pierdut \u00eentr-o ap\u0103 \/ pete albe pe cer \/ sunt nori efemeri \/ de azi, de nic\u0103ieri \/ sau pesc\u0103ru\u0219i \u00een zbor \/ spre \u021b\u0103rm \/ de drag, de dor \/ timpul curge mereu \u00eenainte \/ eu merg mereu \u00eenapoi \/ la cap\u0103t a ajuns timpul \/ eu m-am r\u0103t\u0103cit \/ \u00een cel\u0103lalt timp \/ a\u0219tept, a\u0219tept un timp, \u00een r\u0103stimp\u201d(Timp r\u0103t\u0103cit).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen adora\u021bia lui nedisimulat\u0103, poetul vede femeia, de multe ori, \u00een chip de \u00eenger,\u201dfecioar\u0103 \/ vis alb \u0219i pur \/ pe t\u0103r\u00e2muri de vis\u201d;<\/em> \u201dginga\u0219\u0103 floare\u201d<\/em> (sintagm\u0103 comun\u0103); \u201dmirific\u0103 fecioar\u0103\u201d; \u201dfemeie, \u00eenger dintr-un vis\u201d (Visul).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>De dragul sonorit\u0103\u021bii, eufoniei, \u00een rima \u00eent\u00e2pl\u0103toare pe care o practic\u0103 \u00een vers alb, poetul accept\u0103 \u0219i sintagme comune: nisipuri ce ard, pa\u0219ii sufletului, zbuciumul g\u00e2ndului, suspinul timpului, \u021b\u0103rmuri de vis, cenu\u0219a timpului, t\u0103r\u00e2muri de vis, fl\u0103c\u0103rile sufletului, dor c\u0103l\u0103tor, cuvinte de amor, lacrima iubirii, lacrim\u0103 \u00een noapte, lacrima t\u0103cerii, fierbin\u021bi s\u0103rut\u0103ri, vis aprins, steaua iubirii, \u021bip\u0103tul g\u00e2ndului, pasul timpului, s\u0103rutul z\u0103rilor, \u0219oaptele iubirii, u\u0219a sufletului, lic\u0103r de \u0219oapte, potecile-s pustii, clipe eterne, buzele arse de dor, fluturii iubirii, zbor etern \u0219i pur, \u0219.a.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Volumul se \u00eencheie \u00een chip optimist cu o speran\u021b\u0103 c\u0103, \u00eenaint\u00e2nd pe drumul drept, pas cu pas, ne \u00eendrept\u0103m spre fericire: \u201dam acoperit trupul cu frunze \/ s\u0103 vindec r\u0103nile din suflet \/ trec dincolo de uitare \/ din frunze cresc muguri \/ diminea\u021ba p\u0103\u0219esc prin roua prim\u0103verii \/ vara a\u0219ez pe frunte \/ coroana de flori a luminii \/ toamna r\u0103t\u0103cesc prin v\u0103lul timpului \/ iarna tr\u0103iesc din pl\u0103smuiri \/ m\u00e2ng\u00e2i dep\u0103rt\u0103rile \/ timpul \u00eenflore\u0219te mirific \/ sub \u0219oaptele iubirii \/ o imagine proiectat\u0103 \/ \u00eentr-o mie de clipe \/ a str\u00e2ns cuv\u00e2ntul \u00een palme \/ s\u0103rut universul \/ p\u0103\u0219ind u\u0219or spre fericire\u201d(Un pas spre fericire). <\/strong><\/em>\u00centreaga liric\u0103 a acestui prodigios poet se \u00eenv\u00e2rte \u00een jurul iubirii, care ia diferite chipuri, iubire de cuplu, iubire curat\u0103, iubire de sorginte divin\u0103 \u0219.a. C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd \u0219i omagiind iubirea, poetul nu face altceva dec\u00eet s\u0103 \u00eenal\u021be imnuri vie\u021bii, \u00een tot ce are aceasta mai sublim. <\/em><\/strong>\u0218i dac\u0103, poetul a ales, cu fiecare m\u0103sur\u0103 a timpului s\u0103 tac\u0103, a\u0219a cum reiese din titlu, poezia lui vorbe\u0219te, aclam\u0103, cheam\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103, une\u0219te sufletele \u0219i induce o stare de bine, care nu poate veni dec\u00e2t de la Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

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

CEZARINA ADAMESCU<\/p>\n

4 R\u0103pciune 2018<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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