{"id":41211,"date":"2018-09-26T10:04:23","date_gmt":"2018-09-26T10:04:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=41211"},"modified":"2018-09-26T10:04:23","modified_gmt":"2018-09-26T10:04:23","slug":"nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/09\/26\/nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Nicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU S\u00c2RBU: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Orice rug\u0103 e plin\u0103 de sens<\/strong>
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Dintre toate nenorocirele
\nnu-i niciuna egal\u0103 cu moartea,
\nmulte te seac\u0103 la inim\u0103 \u015fi te vestejesc
\ndar \u00een timp mai po\u0163i recupera c\u00e2te ceva.<\/p>\n

Orice rug\u0103 e plin\u0103 de sens
\nde aceea admir cu dragoste pe to\u0163i oamenii,
\nprivesc natura cu m\u0103rinimia darnic\u0103 a clipelor
\n\u015fi-mi pare r\u0103u pentru ce nu pot face acum
\nc\u00e2nd zborul se-nfirip\u0103-n aripi
\nchiar dac\u0103 nu sunt pas\u0103re,
\ndar sunt o fiin\u0163\u0103 liber\u0103 sub cer
\n\u015fi am p\u0103m\u00e2ntul sub picioare.<\/p>\n

Am r\u0103mas pe \u00eentinderi f\u0103r\u0103 margini,
\ns\u0103-mi fac un contur numai al meu
\n\u00een care nimic s\u0103 nu lipseasc\u0103,
\nvia\u0163a s\u0103-mi pun\u0103 la \u00eencercare spiritul
\n\u015fi s\u0103 curg\u0103 asemeni apelor
\ndin fiecare anotimp.<\/p>\n

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Via\u0163a ca o corabie <\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Trupu-i plute\u015fte prin aer nesigur,
\ndac\u0103-l atingi se clatin\u0103 ca o frunz\u0103,
\n\u00een oglinda cerului este o bul\u0103 de s\u0103pun.<\/p>\n

Nu se \u015ftie cum o s\u0103 fie…<\/p>\n

P\u0103r\u0103sit se gole\u015fte de arome
\nde nimeni nu-i simte lumina cum se umbre\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Atunci c\u00e2nd devine st\u0103p\u00e2n pe trup
\n\u015fi intr\u0103-n el cu voin\u0163\u0103 dulce
\nsimte cum \u00eel cuprinde n\u0103sc\u0103toarea fiin\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Desigur are \u015fi un suflet \u00eenmiresmat,
\nun flux care-i p\u0103trunde-n g\u00e2nduri
\niar despre via\u0163a care curge ca un r\u00e2u
\n\u015ftiu ca are marea ei,
\nstr\u0103juit\u0103 de \u0163\u0103rmuri
\nla care ancoreaz\u0103 cor\u0103bii pline cu vise.<\/p>\n

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Via\u0163a-n floare de lotus<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

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O s\u0103 se trag\u0103 z\u0103voarele de lemn,
\npor\u0163ile o s\u0103 suspine din \u00eencheieturi,
\nse va lumina dincolo de ziduri,
\nde vor n\u0103v\u0103li fluturii picta\u0163i.
\nAburi din p\u0103m\u00e2nt se ridic\u0103 la ceruri
\n\u015fi ele au sc\u0103rile trase.<\/p>\n

Asemenea unor sertare cu obiecte diverse
\nmemoria mea se deschide \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare,
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne f\u0103r\u0103 margini.
\nSe decoje\u015fte noaptea p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele
\nat\u00e2t c\u00e2t s\u0103 se poat\u0103 iubi cu stelele
\na\u015ftept\u00e2nd luceferii s\u0103 coboare pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nzbur\u0103tori cu aripi reci prin visele femeilor.<\/p>\n

Tu torni \u00een mine mierea \u00eentr-o amfor\u0103
\n\u015fi o a\u015fezi \u00eentre pietre pre\u0163ioase.
\nSe vor sub\u0163ia dup\u0103 ploi marginile
\n\u015fi-n fream\u0103t vor aluneca printre noi,
\ns\u0103 germineze mai departe din s\u00e2mbure
\nvia\u0163a ce se deschide-n floare de lotus.<\/p>\n

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Lumina din lumin\u0103 \u00eenflore\u015fte<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Lumina
\nclar\u0103 \u015fi limpede alunec\u0103 pe unghiuri de culoare,
\nlas\u0103 calea deschis\u0103 peste timpul nep\u0103s\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

Raze de stele respir\u0103 cu nervurile frunzelor,
\naici verdele este Dumnezeul vie\u0163ii.
\nLumina din lumin\u0103 \u00eenflore\u015fte, devine flac\u0103r\u0103,
\n\u00eenso\u0163e\u015fte cuv\u00e2ntul \u015fi intui\u0163ia vie.<\/p>\n

Umbra sa nu poate fi \u00eentuneric numai r\u0103coare.
\n\u00cen trupu\u2019-i se joac\u0103 \u00eenceputul \u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015fitul,
\nse \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 fiin\u0163a pe sine \u015fi g\u00e2nditoare devine
\nmai roditoare ca s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a,<\/p>\n

Semn c\u0103 \u015fi dep\u0103rtarea se apropie
\n\u015fi o las\u0103 s\u0103 curg\u0103 \u00een materia vie.<\/p>\n

Nimicul \u00een nimic st\u0103
\n\u015fi nu po\u0163i locui dec\u00e2t \u00een cl\u0103diri cu fa\u0163a la soare
\n\u015fi iubire \u00een camere.<\/p>\n

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Se na\u015fte \u00eentrebarea<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cine se reg\u0103se\u015fte-n g\u00e2nduri
\nse afl\u0103 zidit \u00een cuv\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

\u00eel scrie cu s\u00e2nge \u00een anale
\n\u015fi-n lacrimi r\u0103m\u00e2ne povestit.<\/p>\n

\u00cen sufletul meu se na\u015fte \u00eentrebarea
\nde cine voi fi oare iubit?<\/p>\n

At\u00e2t c\u00e2t s\u0103-mi umple inima
\ncu \u00eemplinirea marilor a\u015ftept\u0103ri<\/p>\n

\u015fi-n moarte s\u0103 m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc
\n\u00een memoria urma\u015filor,<\/p>\n

de nu m\u0103 vei recunoa\u015fte
\ncu niciun ochi care vede.<\/p>\n

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Doamne iart\u0103-i pe rom\u00e2ni<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

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La masa \u0163\u0103r\u0103neasc\u0103, rotund\u0103
\nDumnezeu \u00eei pofte\u015fte pe rom\u00e2ni,
\nunii nu vor s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103,
\nal\u0163ii vin cu g\u00e2nduri ascunse.<\/p>\n

Cei care vin cu \u00eencredere nu-l v\u0103d
\ndar \u00eei simt binecuv\u00e2ntarea
\n\u015fi se bucur\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doamne iart\u0103-i pe rom\u00e2ni,
\nei te poart\u0103-n suflet
\n\u015fi se simt m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia\u0163i,
\niart\u0103-i \u015fi pe ce ce n-au cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u015fi nici credin\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iart\u0103 mai ales pe omul s\u0103rac
\nce te a\u015fez\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna cu el la mas\u0103.<\/p>\n

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E peste timp<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00centre mine \u015fi ora\u015f se nasc confluien\u0163e ascunse
\ncircul\u0103 energii pe care vreau s\u0103 le culeg
\nprin concentrarea \u00een puncte vulnerabile.<\/p>\n

Str\u0103zile-s \u00een extindere \u015fi mi\u015fcare
\nsuflul viu le urm\u0103re\u015fte \u015fi calc\u0103 peste istorie,
\nunele cl\u0103diri mohor\u00e2te l\u00e2ng\u0103 altele impun\u0103toare
\nstau \u015fi se \u00een\u0163eleg.
\nTo\u0163i privesc, nimeni nu se pl\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

E peste timp \u015fi departe de Dumnezeu,
\nse coaguleaz\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile vor cap\u0103ta \u00eentrupare,
\n\u00een tot ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 o lume din afara noastr\u0103
\nori poate \u00een noi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftim.<\/p>\n

\u00centre mine \u015fi tine ora\u015ful se plimb\u0103 pe str\u0103zi
\n\u015fi noi \u00eel iubim \u015fi ne iubim.<\/p>\n

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cu m\u00e2inile \u00eempreunate<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00eenv\u0103\u0163 cuvintele care cap\u0103t\u0103 \u00eentrupare
\nlumina lor intr\u0103 sub piele
\ncarnea absoarbe durerile din lume
\ncu m\u00e2inile \u00eempreunate
\na\u015fteapt s\u0103 p\u0103\u015fesc peste pragurile \u00eenalte<\/p>\n

tu s\u0103 nu m\u0103 urm\u0103re\u015ftice spun
\nnumai Dumnezeul meu \u015ftie
\ncum o s\u0103 fiu \u00een g\u00e2ndurile ce m\u0103 str\u0103bat
\n\u015fi m\u0103 recunoa\u015fte
\ndup\u0103 semnele \u015fi steaua pe care o port
\ndincolo de vorbele mamei
\nla por\u0163ile p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

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E prea mult<\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd mul\u0163i se r\u0103zboiesc pentru putere
\n\u015fi-\u015fi caut\u0103 forme de \u00eenl\u0103turare incorecte,
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 cu o lam\u0103 de cu\u0163it \u00eenfipt\u0103 pe la spate,
\no lips\u0103 de credin\u0163\u0103-n Dumnezeu,
\no v\u00e2nzare la mezat a poporului r\u0103bd\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

Aproape c\u0103 nu mai \u00een\u0163eleg ce vor
\nc\u00e2nd aceea\u015fi moarte \u00eei p\u00e2nde\u015fte
\n\u015fi sf\u00e2r\u015fesc cu g\u00e2ndul \u00eenc\u0103rcat de arogan\u0163\u0103,
\nde nu li se mai vede capul
\nunde trebuie pus\u0103 crucea.<\/p>\n

De fapt \u00een urma lor r\u0103m\u00e2ne viciul
\n\u015fi lupta \u00eentre urma\u015fi,
\ne prea mult \u015fi pentru iertare.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n

Nicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU S\u00c2RBU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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