{"id":42134,"date":"2018-12-14T12:07:41","date_gmt":"2018-12-14T12:07:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=42134"},"modified":"2018-12-14T12:19:04","modified_gmt":"2018-12-14T12:19:04","slug":"stefan-doru-dancus-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/12\/14\/stefan-doru-dancus-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"\u0218tefan Doru D\u0102NCU\u0218: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

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stau pe lama cuv\u00e2ntului spus la nervi
\ntoren\u0163ii m-au dus p\u00e2n\u0103 la picioarele voastre
\nm-au trimis \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 enorm\u0103 de somn
\nr\u0103ul f\u0103cut de mine \u015fi de al\u0163ii
\nzace t\u0103iat de corzile unei viori pe care noaptea nu o \u00een\u0163elege
\nnu-\u0163i spune nimeni nimic aici unde te-ai rupt
\ncu un sunet cosmic \u00een dou\u0103
\nunde ai l\u0103sat \u015fi st\u00e2nci \u015fi valuri
\nunde numai p\u0103catele te duc la vale
\nunde pentru tine numai sf\u00e2r\u015fitul lumii se roag\u0103
\nDoamne \u00eendreptarea mea a fost doar o cale b\u0103tut\u0103
\ncu ciocanele pe nicoval\u0103
\n\u00een ea am crezut c\u00e2nd mi-am crescut copiii
\nprin praful ei am t\u00e2r\u00e2t cadavrele celor ce l\u0103crimau
\ninspir\u00e2nd narcoticul ei scump am f\u0103cut pr\u0103p\u0103d
\npl\u00e2nge poetule acum nu-\u0163i mai cere nimeni nimic
\nlocuin\u0163a ta se duce la vale
\nun \u015ftergar \u00eens\u00e2ngerat \u00ee\u0163i va p\u0103stra chipul
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la judecata final\u0103
\nnu mai ai argin\u0163i nu mai po\u0163i cump\u0103ra nici vinde
\nnu mai e\u015fti tu cel care deslu\u015fea semnele Cerului
\nai r\u0103mas doar sunet de strun\u0103 rupt\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 drum
\ncruce pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103<\/p>\n

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nu mai sta \u00een genunchi Doamne
\nacum eu sunt pe scaunul electric
\nvino \u00een bra\u0163ele mele
\nrotulele Tale mari s-au ciobit
\numbl\u00e2nd dup\u0103 al\u0163ii
\nte voi iubi ocroti \u015fi hr\u0103ni
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t
\n\u015ftii Doamne orbule tovar\u0103\u015f
\nnu \u015ftiu unde vom ajunge am\u00e2ndoi<\/p>\n

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ce bine-\u0163i \u015fade cu drumul
\ncredeai c\u0103 Te voi salva
\ndar \u00een ziua de azi p\u0103s\u0103rile nu c\u00e2nt\u0103
\ncopacii nu fo\u015fnesc
\navioanele cad
\noamenii mor prea cur\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

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iart\u0103-m\u0103
\ncredin\u0163a n-a mutat mun\u0163ii din loc
\nridic\u0103-\u0163i genunchii
\nsunt moneda pl\u0103tit\u0103
\npentru drumul T\u0103u \u00eenapoi<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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poezia se scrie de cei mor\u0163i
\na\u015fa ne-au \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at
\nnu de \u201c\u0103ia\u201d cu pletele risipite pe \u015fosele
\npoezia se scrie \u00een costum \u015fi la cravat\u0103
\nnu de \u0103ia ce-\u015fi cer\u015fesc morm\u00e2ntul
\npoezia e rim\u0103 \u015fi punctua\u0163ie
\nnu conteaz\u0103 s\u00e2ngele \u015fi ochii zdrobi\u0163i
\nnu, domniile noastre! nu! poetul e mereu \u00een sal\u0103
\nce conteaz\u0103 c\u0103 gospodina Floarea
\n\u00eei pune laurii \u00een ciorba de fasole
\nei nu mor pe sub poduri
\nca \u0103ia al\u0163ii de prin \u0163\u0103rile cu negri
\navem spitale ultramoderne unde s\u0103 moar\u0103<\/p>\n

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prietene frate al meu
\nde auzi cum se face schimbul \u00eentre orele noastre
\nde sim\u0163i c\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i spun: prietene dragul meu
\natunci \u015ftii c\u0103 b\u0103rbatul \u015fi femeia din lumea asta
\nse ur\u0103sc \u015fi devin
\npentru totdeauna
\nacela\u015fi clovn<\/p>\n

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

\u0218tefan Doru D\u0102NCU\u0218<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2013 DIN VOLUMUL \u201eSCRUM\u201d \u2013<\/p>\n

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