{"id":41418,"date":"2018-10-12T20:02:35","date_gmt":"2018-10-12T20:02:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=41418"},"modified":"2018-10-12T20:10:55","modified_gmt":"2018-10-12T20:10:55","slug":"41418","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/10\/12\/41418\/","title":{"rendered":"Viorel BIRTU-P\u00c2R\u00c2IANU: Taina scrisului (76) \u2013 Drumul c\u0103tre nesf\u00e2r\u0219it"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Am fost \u00eentrebat mereu de c\u00e2nd scriu. Sunt medic, de o via\u021b\u0103 tratez trupul, am vindecat mii de oameni \u0219i totu\u0219i am sim\u021bit c\u0103 este prea pu\u021bin. Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 scriu, \u00een versurile mele se reg\u0103sesc g\u00e2ndurile, suferin\u021bele, durerile oamenilor, lacrimile lor. Fiecare re\u021bet\u0103 este o poveste real\u0103, un strop din via\u021ba unui om.<\/p>\n

Cine sunt… M-am n\u0103scut undeva, locuiesc pretutindeni, uneori m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc nic\u0103ieri. Nu, nu mi-am pierdut r\u0103d\u0103cinile \u0219i asta m-a salvat ca om. De c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u0219tiu, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 plimbam pe malul Jiului visam s\u0103 citesc, s\u0103 scriu, s\u0103 mor pe \u021b\u0103rmul m\u0103rii. La 6 ani am fost internat \u00eentr-un sanatoriu aproape doi ani. Acolo am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 citesc. Citeam mult, la 7 ani tr\u0103iam pove\u0219tile \u0219i poemele lui E.A. Poe. Atunci am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 fiu medic, s\u0103 \u00eenl\u0103tur suferin\u021ba. Am ajuns pe malul m\u0103rii, sunt medic, scriu, ce poate fi mai frumos.<\/p>\n

\u0218i totu\u0219i, de ce scriu… Scriu ca s\u0103 pot respira. \u0218tii, atunci c\u00e2nd tratezi un om, medicul adev\u0103rat ia cu el suferin\u021ba omului bolnav \u00een sufletul lui. \u0218i asta o face mereu, zi de zi. Fiindc\u0103 asta \u00eemi este menirea \u0219i destinul, lacrima \u0219i chinul.<\/p>\n

Tat\u0103l meu a fost preot, \u00een acele grele vremuri, a reu\u0219it s\u0103 ridice o biseric\u0103. Copil fiind m\u0103 \u00eentrebam atunci, eu ce voi face c\u00e2nd voi fi mare. \u0218i m-am f\u0103cut medic. Au trecut ani, mul\u021bi, pu\u021bini, e greu acum de spus. Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 scriu, s\u0103 cl\u0103desc o lume a iubirii, a speran\u021bei, s\u0103 surprind esen\u021ba vie\u021bii, a st\u0103rilor de con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103, s\u0103 pot respira.<\/p>\n

Improvizez pe claviatura crea\u021biei, p\u0103\u0219esc \u00een profunde c\u0103ut\u0103ri existen\u021biale, creez o stare, scriu poezii, o analiz\u0103 atent\u0103 a clipei, a bolii, o incizie \u00een scop terapeutic, o stare de singur\u0103tate generatoare de conflictuale introspec\u021bii. Sunt peste tot \u0219i pretudindeni, dezam\u0103git m\u0103 \u00eentorc mereu \u00een mine, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd, \u00eentreb\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Comunicare, comuniune, cuminicare-obsesia unui suflet. Fiind rom\u00e2n sunt pretutindeni.
\nMai b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i mai t\u00e2n\u0103r dec\u00e2t lumea, tr\u0103iesc cu vremurile toate laolalt\u0103. Desenez inscrip\u021bii pe nisipul eternit\u0103\u021bii cu degetele \u00eenfiorate sub lumina purpurie a zilei. Am dou\u0103 mii de ani \u0219i o zi, deci sunt copil, pot s\u0103 m\u0103 joc, nu? Nu ofer poeme, comunic st\u0103ri, spre meditare profund\u0103. Fericirea dureaz\u0103 doar o clip\u0103, trat\u00e2nd pacien\u021bii, bolile \u0219i sufletele lor, vreau s\u0103 creez o clip\u0103 etern\u0103.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103ind l\u00e2ng\u0103 tat\u0103l meu, logic, g\u00e2ndurile, poemele mele au simboluri \u0219i inspira\u021bie biblic\u0103. Au o not\u0103 mare de nelini\u0219te, un torent de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, Sf\u00e2nta Cruce, toate tr\u0103irile, nu am venit ca s\u0103 stric ci s\u0103 \u00eemplinesc cuv\u00e2ntul Lui. Calea, Adev\u0103rul \u0219i Via\u021ba, lumina dint\u00e2i din care Demiurgul ne-a \u00eentrupat \u0219i care ne locuie\u0219te. Cerul-ocean iar marea un fluid curg\u00e2nd necontenit spre infinire pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul incendiat. Am \u00eentins \u00eentr-o zi m\u00e2inile c\u0103tre cer, erau aspre de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, a r\u0103mas cuv\u00e2ntul r\u0103stignit pe o cruce. \u0218tii, pe cruce \u0219i cuvintele pl\u00e2ng. Sunt o pan\u0103 ce viseaz\u0103 pe o coal\u0103 alb\u0103, nu sunt nici far \u0219i nici lantern\u0103, sunt doar o sc\u00e2nteie.<\/p>\n

Zilnic, la cabinet, le citesc pacien\u021bilor din poemele mele, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd drumul iubirii, e un zbor nesf\u00e2r\u0219it, iubirea e verb, e ac\u021biune, e umilin\u021b\u0103, e d\u0103ruire. \u00cemi caut calea ascuns \u00eentre g\u00e2nduri, ruga \u00eemi d\u0103 puterea de a merge mai departe. Prin vers m\u0103 m\u0103rturisesc, m\u0103 d\u0103rui complet \u0219i ard \u00een propria fiin\u021b\u0103 \u00een c\u0103ut\u0103ri de construc\u021bie a iubirii \u0219i scriu…<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iesc \u0219i m\u0103 scriu. \u00cen 2015 am \u00eent\u00e2lnit un om minunat, scriitorul-editor \u0218tefan Doru D\u0103ncu\u0219. A apreciat \u0219i apoi a publicat primul meu poem de versuri numit \u201eLacrimi\u201d.
\nAnaliza literar\u0103 realizat\u0103 de criticul G. Coand\u0103 \u0219i ulterior de al\u021bi critici literari mi-au confirmat drumul ales. Ce a urmat, a fost o minunat\u0103 poveste ce continu\u0103 \u0219i ast\u0103zi.<\/p>\n

————————————–<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dr. Viorel BIRTU-P\u00c2R\u00c2IANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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