{"id":42491,"date":"2019-01-13T18:06:33","date_gmt":"2019-01-13T18:06:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=42491"},"modified":"2019-01-13T18:07:50","modified_gmt":"2019-01-13T18:07:50","slug":"cezarina-adamescu-vaslind-pe-inaltimile-celeste","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/01\/13\/cezarina-adamescu-vaslind-pe-inaltimile-celeste\/","title":{"rendered":"Cezarina ADAMESCU: V\u00e2slind pe \u00een\u0103l\u021bimile celeste"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Vasilica Grigora\u015f, O corabie la timp potrivit,
\nEditura PIM, Ia\u015fi, 2018<\/p>\n

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Un titlu foarte sugestiv pentru situa\u0163iile neprev\u0103zute ale vie\u0163ii. Cine nu a avut nevoie de corabia salvatoare m\u0103car \u00eentr-un moment cheie al vie\u0163ii? O corabie \u00een care s\u0103 intre toat\u0103 suflarea g\u00e2ndurilor \u015fi sentimentelor noastre. Fie \u015fi corabia morgan\u0103 care se z\u0103re\u015fte \u00een dep\u0103rtare, dar ai n\u0103dejde c\u0103 o s\u0103 vin\u0103 s\u0103 te duc\u0103 la mal. \u015ei aici, recurgem la poezia lui Marin Sorescu, \u00een care Dumnezeu \u00eel \u00eentreab\u0103 pe om, ce-ar lua cu el dac\u0103 s-ar pune problema s\u0103 fac\u0103 naveta \u00eentre p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u015fi cer, pentru a \u0163ine ni\u015fte cursuri, fiindu-i permise doar trei lucruri. \u00cen fa\u0163a acestor dileme, omul se g\u00e2nde\u015fte adeseori, la lucruri materiale. \u015ei care ar fi lucrurile esen\u0163iale pe care le-am lua cu noi pe corabia salvatoare? S\u0103 medit\u0103m. Sunt multe lucruri de\u015farte pe care le r\u00e2vnim \u015fi altele, pre\u0163ioase, de care ne lipsim, din proprie ini\u0163iativ\u0103. \u015ei acestea sunt, de fapt, cele trebuincioase.
\nIat\u0103, Vasilica Grigora\u015f ar lua cu sine cuvintele, pe care le consider\u0103 primordiale. \u00centr-o permanent\u0103 c\u0103utare de sine, autoarea are drept bagaj sentimental, o saric\u0103 plin\u0103 ochi de metafore, de imagini superbe, \u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntate \u00een straie de s\u0103rb\u0103toare, pentru a le \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015fa ochilor no\u015ftri, avizi de frumos. Pentru autoare, Poezia este corabia care o va duce la \u0163\u0103rmul dorit, \u00een arhipelagul vis\u0103rii. Cu o condi\u0163ie: s\u0103 \u015ftie s\u0103 o conduc\u0103. S\u0103 fie ea \u00eens\u0103\u015fi v\u00e2ntul care \u00eempinge p\u00e2nzele \u00een direc\u0163ia dorit\u0103. Poezia \u00eei \u0163ine loc de aer, de hran\u0103 \u015fi sete, dar este \u015fi Crezul cre\u015ftin pe care-l m\u0103rturise\u015fte cu destul\u0103 smerenie. Un crez devenit artistic de care poeta nu se dezice \u00een nici o \u00eemprejurare.
\nDin punct de vedere motiva\u0163ional, Vasilica Grigora\u015f \u00ee\u015fi m\u0103rturise\u015fte alegerea fundamental\u0103. O sum\u0103 de motive demonstreaz\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 drept de apel c\u0103 Poezia este pentru ea totul: leac \u00eempotriva trecerii timpului, a singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii, a plictiselii, a tuturor tulbur\u0103rilor emo\u0163ionale. Scrisul \u00eenseamn\u0103 pentru ea libertate de spirit, zbor spre \u00een\u0103l\u0163imi, lini\u015ftea clipei, \u015fi acordurile acelei \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103toare Ode a Bucuriei de a tr\u0103i. Con\u015ftient\u0103 c\u0103 scrisul se na\u015fte \u201ddintr-un nou r\u0103s\u0103rit \/ al credin\u0163ei \u00een El \/ \u015fi \u00een mine\u201d (De ce scriu?)
\nAutoarea \u00eencheag\u0103 mici scenarii \u00een care Poezia coboar\u0103 \u00een locul deja preg\u0103tit, dup\u0103 o lung\u0103 a\u015fteptare, ca pentru a primi oaspe\u0163ii: \u201d\u00eenc\u0103 nepreg\u0103tit s\u0103 intru \/ sub giulgiul nop\u0163ii \/ \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fez aripa \/ crepusculului de sear\u0103 \/ care m\u0103 inund\u0103 tainic \/ \u00eembr\u0103c\u00e2ndu-mi chipul \/ din ce \u00een ce mai plin \/ de cea\u0163a dezl\u0103n\u0163uit\u0103 \/ \u00een urma zborului \/ anilor fugari \/\/ la masa negocierii \/ vin \u00een \u00eent\u00e2mpinarea \/ nevoii acute de \u00een\u0163elepciune \/ unde nimic nu se schimb\u0103 \/ \u015fi totu\u015fi nimic nu e la fel \/ cu pumnii plini de m\u0103t\u0103nii \/ \u015fi rug\u0103ciunile \/ stropi de lumin\u0103 \/\/ m\u0103 lep\u0103d de \u00eenveli\u015ful \/ \u00een\u0163elesului de-alt\u0103dat\u0103 \/ pun\u00e2ndu-mi n\u0103dejdea \/ \u00een cele ce vor veni \/ d\u00e2nd glas \u00eenfior\u0103rii \/ verdelui molatic al tufarilor \/ cu sc\u00e2ntei de licurici \/ \u015fi veselie de prunci\u201d (Nevoia de \u00een\u0163elepciune).
\nDin sanctuarele poeziei \u2013 se aude fream\u0103tul v\u00e2ntului \u2013 ecou al t\u0103cerii pline de magice clipe, de pe t\u0103r\u00e2mul mult visatelor utopii.
\nDar nu numai prin \u0163inuturile mirifice ne poart\u0103 poeta, ci, cu o privire atent\u0103, ne aduce \u00een realitate, acolo unde, cu to\u0163ii vedem, auzim \u015fi sim\u0163im geam\u0103tul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, stors de speran\u0163e: \u201dDar vocea disperat\u0103 a Rom\u00e2nului \/ strig\u0103 din baierele inimii \/ c\u0103 tr\u0103im \u00eentr-o nebuloas\u0103 \/ la o deconcertant\u0103 r\u0103sp\u00e2ntie, \/ \u00een care ne-am pierdut ob\u00e2r\u015fia, rostul \u015fi sensul. \/ Nu ne mai reg\u0103sim \/ nici ca oameni \u015fi nici ca na\u0163ie \/ cu ad\u00e2nci r\u0103d\u0103cini \u00een istoria milenar\u0103\u201d
\n(V\u0103duvi de \u0163ar\u0103). Cu profund\u0103 luciditate, autoarea evoc\u0103 momentele dramatice ale poporului \u015fi motivele care au condus la asemenea st\u0103ri dezastruoase:\u201dNu putem m\u00e2nca lini\u015fti\u0163i \/ din p\u00e2inea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului! \/ Nu putem t\u0103m\u0103dui triste\u0163ea arborilor decapita\u0163i \/ ale c\u0103ror memorii e vuiet continuu. \/ Nu putem s\u0103ruta m\u00e2na str\u0103in\u0103 \/ \u015fi \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa la infinit cozile de topor, \/ ci n\u0103d\u0103jduim c\u0103 m\u00e2ine cu to\u0163ii vom vindeca \/ dragostea ciumat\u0103 de-at\u00e2ta r\u0103utate\u201d (V\u0103duvi de \u0163ar\u0103). \u00cens\u0103 poeta, ca un vizionar adev\u0103rat, prive\u015fte spre viitorul promi\u0163\u0103tor: \u201dM\u00e2ine ne vom \u00eentoarce buzunarele de la piept \/ \u015fi vom r\u0103sturna am\u0103r\u0103ciunea \u015fi mizeria, \/ m\u00e2ine vom seca apa r\u00e2ului dintre fra\u0163i, \/ martor la suferin\u0163ele \u015fi cl\u0103tin\u0103rile noastre, \/ m\u00e2ine ne vom atinge cu m\u00e2ini tremur\u00e2nde \/ de emo\u0163ia reg\u0103sirii, miracol divin. \/ M\u00e2ine ne vom privi ochi \u00een ochi \/ \u015fi vom sim\u0163i m\u00e2na Maicii Domnului \/ s\u0103dindu-ne pe vecie floarea-soarelui \/ \u00een gr\u0103dina inimilor\u201d.
\nExist\u0103 \u015fi solu\u0163ii pentru a ajunge la acel \u201dm\u00e2ine\u201d al m\u00e2ntuirii neamului nostru:\u201dPentru a fi un m\u00e2ine, \/ ast\u0103zi, acum, s\u0103-ntindem n\u0103frama dorin\u0163ei \/ brodat\u0103 cu g\u00e2nd bun, cuv\u00e2nt curat \/ \u015fi fapt\u0103 v\u00e2njoas\u0103 \/ curcubeu peste hotarele de-alt\u0103dat\u0103 \/ ce despart p\u0103m\u00e2ntul trup din trupul nostru \/ \u00eenghi\u0163it de haine voin\u0163e str\u0103ine \/ \u015fi s\u0103 desferec\u0103m por\u0163ile potecilor \/ de re\u00eentoarcere a fiilor r\u0103t\u0103citori\u201d. Pentru aceasta, nu e nevoie dec\u00e2t:\u201dS\u0103 ne unim \u00eentru credin\u0163\u0103 \/ \u015fi s\u0103 aprindem luceaf\u0103rul \/ nemuririi \u0163\u0103rii \u015fi neamului! \/ S\u0103 s\u0103p\u0103m urii morm\u00e2nt \/ \u00een cetatea \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103rilor \/ iar cr\u00e2mpeiele din vatra dulce a \u0163\u0103rii \/ \u015fi odoarele sfinte ale norodului \/ s\u0103-\u015fi schimbe s\u0103la\u015ful din postura de adopta\u0163i \/ \u00een aceea de fii legitimi ai unei noi ere. \/ S\u0103 d\u0103m glas buciumului str\u0103mo\u015fesc \/ s\u0103 se-aud\u0103 aici \u015fi \u00een toat\u0103 lumea \/ strig\u0103tul nostru mai viguros ca niciodat\u0103, \/ vestind venirea apelor \u00eengenuncheate la matc\u0103. \/ Izvorul dragostei \u015fi-al fr\u0103\u0163iei \/ s\u0103 curg\u0103 limpede \u015fi lin peste existen\u0163a noastr\u0103 \/ prea mult \u00eenl\u0103crimat\u0103. \/ S\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m de fructul \/ re\u00eentregirii patriei \u015fi poporului, \/ scump trofeu al jertfei \u015fi umilin\u0163ei \/ \u015fi s\u0103 bat\u0103 la unison clopotele inimilor \/ spre slav\u0103 \u015fi mul\u0163umire lui Dumnezeu\u201d (V\u0103duvi de \u0163ar\u0103).
\nAceasta este o poezie emblematic\u0103, ea demonstreaz\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103, rolul poetului ca tribun al cet\u0103\u0163ii.
\nPe de alt\u0103 parte, autoarea transpune liric, mici tablouri picturale, zugr\u0103vind pasteluri idilice \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103toare :\u201dSoarele sc\u0103p\u0103tat \/ alunec\u0103 dincolo de coama dealului. \/ Luna \u00ee\u015fi face m\u00e2ndr\u0103 apari\u0163ia \/ \u015fi scald\u0103 cu \/ razele-i delicate \/ chipurile celor \/ care-o privesc cu admira\u0163ie. \/ \u00centregul cer \/ spuzit cu stele \/ \u00eembujor\u00e2ndu-se juvenil \/ str\u0103luce\u015fte limpede \/ \u015fi \u00eenceti\u015for albastrul \/ cuprinde \u00een\u0103l\u0163imile\u201d (Tablou estival). Contempl\u00e2nd priveli\u015ftea, sufletul se transfigureaz\u0103, \u00een timp ce tabloul se \u00eensufle\u0163e\u015fte, cre\u00e2nd o stare de lini\u015fte \u015fi binecuv\u00e2ntare, n\u0103sc\u0103toare de pronii poetice, care te face martor la tainele Universului : \u201dtablou estival \u00eensufle\u0163it \/ din care \u00eenfiorat\u0103 \/ discret m\u0103 retrag \/ pentru o clip\u0103 poetic\u0103 \/ cu heruvimi \u015fi serafimi \/ \u00een care mi-a\u015ftern \/ g\u00e2ndurile curcubeu, \/ apari\u0163ie instantanee \/ de cuvinte topite-n v\u0103zduh \/ \u015fi preschimbate \u00een tr\u0103iri divine\u201d (Tablou estival).
\n\u00cen alt\u0103 poezie, \u00een mijlocul unei priveli\u015fti bl\u00e2nde, luminoase, cu soare m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietor \u015fi raze \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103toare, \u00een sufletul poetei se aprinde flac\u0103ra unui poem. \u015ei atunci, prin jocul iscusit al \u00eenchipuirii, poeta se crede Pas\u0103rea Phoenix: \u201d\u00cen viscolul de foc \/ al luminii albastre \/ m\u0103 v\u0103d pas\u0103rea Phoenix \/ \u015fi \u00eencep s\u0103 sporov\u0103iesc \/ cu ramurile copacilor \/ ce se ml\u0103die u\u015for \/ \u00een ritmul trilurilor, \/ cu mireasma florilor \/ pitit\u0103 \u015ftreng\u0103re\u015fte \/ p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi-n ultimile \/ cotloane ale verii \/ \u00eempodobit\u0103 \/ \u00een culorile fluturilor \/ care-mi ating \/ cre\u015ftetul inimii \/ r\u0103scolindu-mi \/ \u00eentreaga fiin\u0163\u0103\u201d (Nu exist\u0103 timp). Toate aceste imagini \u00eei creeaz\u0103 certitudinea ve\u015fniciei, a atingerii infinitului.
\n\u00cen poezia Vasilic\u0103i Grigora\u015f exist\u0103 ca elemente de construc\u0163ie poetic\u0103: aripi, pulberi de spum\u0103, lacrimi pierdute, mult\u0103 lumin\u0103, lini\u015ftea, bucuria, visul adev\u0103rat, pl\u00e2nsul schimbat \u00een bucurie, duio\u015fia n\u0103dejdii, sufletul de plu\u015f, z\u00e2mbete dup\u0103 lacrimi, \u201dstampe vechi \/ cu aura c\u00e2mpului\u201d, o sf\u00e2nt\u0103 icoan\u0103, tainice tr\u0103iri, \u201djoc n\u0103valnic \/ numit via\u0163\u0103\u201d, un lumini\u015f, f\u0103r\u00e2me de lumin\u0103, bucurie de a exista. Cu acestea \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 altele, autoarea cl\u0103de\u015fte edificiul trainic care s\u0103-i fie ad\u0103post pentru rug\u0103.
\nEpitetizare \u015fi metaforizare, compara\u0163ii, din bel\u015fug, dau versurilor o aur\u0103 de str\u0103lucire calm\u0103. Transfigurarea artistic\u0103 presupune uitarea de sine, autoarea devine o nou\u0103 persoan\u0103, sim\u0163urile se acutizeaz\u0103, tr\u0103irile se ad\u00e2ncesc: \u201dcu gesturi necontrolate \/ \u00eemi ridic privirea glacial\u0103 \/ pentru a m\u0103 c\u0103uta \/\/ dup\u0103 multe a\u015ftept\u0103ri \/ m-am reg\u0103sit dar cu certitudine \/ sunt altcineva \/\/ \u00een casa inimii \/ \u00eence\u0163o\u015fat\u0103 \/ de bruma amintirilor \/ ultimul ceasornic \/ bate ora \/ pentru un nou parcurs \/\/ de pe chipul \/ zilelor \u015fi nop\u0163ilor \/ dispar smerite \/ lament\u0103rile \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cinate \/ de prea mult\u0103 vreme \/ pov\u0103\u0163uite \/ de f\u00e2lf\u00e2itul ginga\u015f \/ al \u00eengerului nop\u0163ii \/ purt\u0103torul voin\u0163ei \/ de a face unele retu\u015furi \/ \u00een felul meu de a fi \/\/ pe aripi de fluturi alba\u015ftri \/ gust\u00e2nd din \/ dulcele polen al verii \/ \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 din nou \/ alfabetul iubirii \/ \u015fi proiectez pilonii \/ unei \u00eempliniri adev\u0103rate \/ prin voia Domnului\u201d (\u00cengerul nop\u0163ii). De multe ori, \u015fi acesta poate fi specificul poeziei Vasilic\u0103i Grigora\u015f, epitetele se \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163uie, form\u00e2nd o coroan\u0103 care \u00eennobileaz\u0103 versul. Din una \u00een cealalt\u0103, ele sunt o inflorescen\u0163\u0103 parfumat\u0103 care se cere admirat\u0103 \u015fi pre\u0163uit\u0103 \u00een aceea\u015fi m\u0103sur\u0103. Ex.\u201dS\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103m \/ pala de foc a iubirii \/ \u00een fr\u00e2nturi de r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163 \/ clipe de-nc\u00e2ntare \/ la ivirea primilor muguri \/ \u00een bra\u0163ele fragede \/ ale inimii \/ pe platoul zorilor \/ sub ml\u0103dierea \/ vibrantului senin \/ al cerului care se tope\u015fte \/ printre pleoape suave \/ \u00een sur\u00e2sul ochilor \/ ating\u00e2ndu-ne discret \/ cu mi\u015fc\u0103ri lente \/ ca \u00eentr-un vals de Brahms\u201d (Vino, iubite!)
\nDe altfel, poeta prefer\u0103 exprimarea simpl\u0103, u\u015for accesibil\u0103, p\u0103strat\u0103 \u00een retorte de aur \u00een laboratorul s\u0103u de crea\u0163ie care este plin de lumina iubirii de frumos \u015fi de oameni: \u201dst\u0103m furi\u015fa\u0163i \/ \u00een laboratorul \u00eendestulat \/ al sfintei simplit\u0103\u0163i\/ cert\u0103 dorin\u0163\u0103 \/ proasp\u0103t r\u0103s\u0103rit\u0103 \/ \u015fi ne-mb\u0103iem \u00een chip minunat \/ \u00een \u015fuvoiul verde \/ al sevei binecuv\u00e2ntate \/ din lumea vie \/\/ \u00een cuv\u00e2nt luminat \/ ochii ni se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc \/ \u00eentr-o \u00een\u0163elegere subtil\u0103 \/ a ceea ce urmeaz\u0103 \/ \u00eentru \u00eensorirea sufletului\u201d (Laboratorul dragostei).
\n\u00centreg Universul ia parte la sentimentele celor doi: luna devine portocalie doar pentru ei, ziua \u00eenmiresmat\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103 debordeaz\u0103 de entuziasm \u015fi mai cu seam\u0103, cine iube\u015fte descoper\u0103 \u201damprenta lui Dumnezeu\u201d(Laboratorul dragostei). \u00cen aceast\u0103 situa\u0163ie, \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163ii pot deslu\u015fi \u201dmurmurul viitorului \/ sub al c\u0103rui cer inexorabil \/ timpul se opre\u015fte \u00een loc \/ \u015fi printr-o fisur\u0103 misterioas\u0103 \/ se furi\u015feaz\u0103 strop cu strop \/ o dragoste sublim\u0103\u201d (Laboratorul dragostei).
\nO declara\u0163ie de credin\u0163\u0103, de dragoste \u015fi de smerenie fa\u0163\u0103 de Dumnezeu se afl\u0103 \u00een poezia: \u201d\u00cent\u00e2ia-mi dragoste\u201d: \u201dSem\u0103n\u0103tor de pace \/ \u00ee\u0163i rever\u015fi bun\u0103tatea \/ \u00een col\u0163ul inimii \u00eensetate \/ de numele T\u0103u cel sf\u00e2nt. \/\/ Izvor nesecat \/ lin curg\u0103tor \/ de lumin\u0103 l\u0103untric\u0103 \/ pe c\u0103rarea \u015ferpuit\u0103 \/ cale sublim\u0103 \/ de atins \/ p\u00e2n\u0103 nu este \/ prea t\u00e2rziu \/ spre dep\u0103rtarea \/ nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103 \/ ne\u00eendoielnic\u0103 \/ de necuprins \/ de neatins \/ de ne\u00een\u0163eles \/ spre \u00eenaltul cerului \/ p\u00e2n\u0103-n cre\u015ftetul sfin\u0163eniei. \/\/ Fe\u015ftil\u0103 aprins\u0103 \/ din curat fir de borangic \/ \u00eemi obloje\u015fti r\u0103nile \/ sui\u015fului anevoios \/ pe scara iert\u0103rii \/ d\u0103ruindu-mi \/ bucuria pruncilor \/ \u015fi \u00een\u0163elepciunea b\u0103tr\u00e2nilor \/ \u00een sensul cel mai ad\u00e2nc \/ negr\u0103it\u0103 \u00eendurare \/ semn al iubirii. \/\/ \u00cent\u00e2ia-mi dragoste \/ e\u015fti Tu, Doamne! \/ Te rog, pune pecetea Ta \/ pe inima mea \/ \u015fi cu voia Ta, \/ m\u00e2ntuie\u015fte-m\u0103!\u201d De altfel, credin\u0163a e considerat\u0103 de poet\u0103, ca o corabie care \u00eei ofer\u0103 a doua \u015fans\u0103 la via\u0163\u0103: \u201dla urma urmei \/ \u00eemi sugereaz\u0103 cu clemen\u0163\u0103 \/ o via\u0163\u0103 cusut\u0103 \/ de o a doua \u015fans\u0103 \/ \u00een corabia credin\u0163ei\u201d(A doua \u015fans\u0103).
\nSintagme comune: o strun\u0103 de vioar\u0103, o lacrim\u0103 de compasiune, un soare auriu, aroma petalelor, prim\u0103vara iubirii, pe aripi de cuv\u00e2nt, nisipul clepsidrei, calea speran\u0163ei, petale de soare, oglinda adev\u0103rului, ungherele inimii, pe aripi de vis, aleea visului \u00eemplinit, lumin\u0103 binef\u0103c\u0103toare, \u015fuvoi de lacrimi pe obraz, o eternitate a clipei, \u015f.a.
\nPoeta a adunat \u00een desaga anilor, o sum\u0103 de \u201d\u00eentreb\u0103ri \/ rafale de v\u00e2nt venite t\u0103v\u0103lug \/ din v\u0103zduhul fiin\u0163ei \/ fire \u00eenc\u00e2lcite de roata morii \/ prin albia r\u00e2ului vie\u0163ii\u201d(Sub semnul \u00eentreb\u0103rii). \u015ei \u00een acest caz, \u201df\u0103r\u0103 efuziuni zgomotoase \/ printr-o banal\u0103 sugestie \/ transmitere telepatic\u0103 \/ coabitez cu eternul timp al \u00eentreb\u0103rilor \/ \u015fi m\u0103 minunez o clip\u0103 \/ de simplitatea r\u0103spunsurilor\u201d (Sub semnul \u00eentreb\u0103rii).
\nUnele versuri au caracter aforistic, poeta aplic\u00e2nd la propria via\u0163\u0103, experien\u0163e tr\u0103ite:\u201dzadarnic a\u015f n\u0103zui s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc \/ \u00een temple \u015fi palate \/ c\u00e2nd totu-i un castel de nisip\u201d (Z\u0103d\u0103rnicie \u015fi miracol). \u015ei: \u201dam \u00een\u0163eles treptat \/ c\u0103 z\u0103d\u0103rnicia-i \u00eentuneric \/ ce b\u00e2ntuie doar acolo \/ unde noi nu vrem, nu \u015ftim, nu putem \/ s\u0103 aprindem lumina \/ \u00eenl\u0103untrul nostru \/ bucur\u00e2ndu-ne \/ de un adev\u0103rat miracol\u201d (Z\u0103d\u0103rnicie \u015fi miracol).
\nO edificatoare rug\u0103ciune, foarte frumoas\u0103, se nume\u015fte\u201dGr\u0103unte de praf\u201d: \u201dnoapte ad\u00e2nc\u0103 de toamn\u0103 \/ c\u00e2mpul \u015fi sufletul goale \/ doar luna plin\u0103 \/ sunt un gr\u0103unte de praf \/ pas\u0103re-n palma colinelor \/ \u00een sincer\u0103 rug\u0103 \/\/ Doamne, \/ mi-e foame\/ Te rog, hr\u0103ne\u015fte-m\u0103! \/ mi-e sete, \/ Te rog, adap\u0103-m\u0103! \/ mi-e frig, \/ Te rog, acoper\u0103-m\u0103! \/ mi-e fric\u0103, \/ Te rog, ap\u0103r\u0103-m\u0103! \/ m\u0103 doare, \/ Te rog, lecuie\u015fte-m\u0103! \/ mi-e dor de Tine, \/ Te rog, \/ iube\u015fte-m\u0103, Doamne! \/\/ (…..) \/\/ chiar dac\u0103 eu, nevrednica, \/ n-am f\u0103cut pentru Tine \/ nimic din toate acestea\u201d.
\nUn veritabil autoportret se reg\u0103se\u015fte \u00een poezia: \u201dPict\u00e2nd cu alb pe alb\u201d:\u201dscufundat\u0103 \/ \u00eentr-un vis aievea \/ m\u0103 las purtat\u0103 \/ de-o mic\u0103 furtun\u0103 \/\/ patinez pe apele \u00eempietrite \/ ale unui \u00eenghe\u0163 timpuriu \/ pozez unui portretist \/ meticulos \/ dar cu capul \u00een nori \/ apoi \u00eenaintez u\u015for \/ \u015fi p\u0103\u015fesc prin albul a\u015fezat \/ din care zv\u00e2cne\u015fte \/ cuv\u00e2ntul fierbinte \/ de fraze n\u0103sc\u0103tor \/\/ ap\u0103s clapele \/ pianului interior \/ chipul mi se-nsenineaz\u0103 \/ prind vigoare \/ deschid \/ jurnalul inimii \/ pictez cu alb pe alb \/ \u015fi m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc \/ \u00een floarea de ierbar \/ dialog\u00e2nd cu \/ propriul orologiu \/\/ m\u0103-mbrac u\u015for \/ cu vechile petale \/ m\u0103 sc\u0103ld \u00een mireasma \/ ad\u00e2ncului tr\u0103irilor \/ m\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103t \/ cu varietatea culorilor \/ \u015fi m\u0103 simt \/ binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103 \/ de \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015farea \/ curcubeului \/ din anii de-alt\u0103dat\u0103\u201d.
\n\u00cen afara rug\u0103ciunii \u015fi a cererii de iertare, dialogul cu Dumnezeu se concretizeaz\u0103 \u015fi \u00eentr-o serie de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, pe care autoarea i le adreseaz\u0103, cu dorin\u0163a expres\u0103 de a primi un r\u0103spuns, un semn. E o poezie \u00een care, prin aceste interoga\u0163ii, poeta recunoa\u015fte c\u0103 noi, oamenii, prin natura noastr\u0103, gre\u015fim \u00eenaintea lui Dumnezeu:\u201dDe ce, Doamne, c\u00e2t tr\u0103im \/ st\u0103p\u00e2ni ne dorim \/ peste to\u0163i s\u0103 fim \/ \u015fi s\u0103-i umilim? \/\/ De ce, oare, Doamne, \/ nu putem s\u0103 ne oprim \/ atunci c\u00e2nd gre\u015fim? \/ Mereu ne cert\u0103m \/ f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 iert\u0103m \/ din suflet curat \/ \u015fi adev\u0103rat. \/\/ De ce, Doamne, nu putem \/ s\u0103 ne control\u0103m \/ \u015fi persever\u0103m \/ \u00een ur\u0103 \u015fi m\u00e2nie \/ lene \u015fi m\u00e2ndrie? \/ \u00cen loc s\u0103 iubim \/ noi ne irosim, \/ talant cheltuim \/ \u00een dr\u0103cesc mod \/ c\u0103 e mai comod. \/\/ P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, Doamne \/ nu vom pricepe \/ cu noi ce se petrece, \/ \u015fi c\u0103 via\u0163a ne e dat\u0103 \/ o singur\u0103 dat\u0103, \/ s\u0103 fim ferici\u0163i \/ cu to\u0163ii uni\u0163i, \/ s\u0103 ne m\u00e2ng\u00e2iem, \/ r\u0103ni s\u0103 vindec\u0103m? \/\/ D\u0103-ne, Doamne suflet \/ \u00een al nostru umblet \/ pentru a ne reculege \/ \u015fi-n tain\u0103 a alege \/ s\u0103 ne sprijinim \/ pe-adev\u0103r divin \/ ca singur\u0103 scar\u0103 \/ spre \u00een\u0103l\u0163are, \/ spre-alb\u0103 cur\u0103\u0163ire \/ pentru m\u00e2ntuire. \/\/ F\u0103r\u0103 Tine-n noi \/ \u00een veci vom fi goi, \/ dar ne vom ruga, \/ fie, Doamne, voia Ta\u201d(De ce?)
\nCuvinte mai pu\u0163in cunoscute: zaimful, iridescente, \u00eenzilit\u0103, trezvia, meteahn\u0103, zulufat, p\u0103iang, jurubi\u0163e, \u015f.a.
\nNu o dat\u0103, autoarea folose\u015fte o sintagm\u0103 inedit\u0103, bazat\u0103 pe oximoron: \u201dvocea t\u0103cerii \/ glas divin\u201d \u2013 care nici nu mai trebuie explicat\u0103, fiindc\u0103 e defini\u0163ia perfect\u0103 a t\u0103cerii.
\nAtent\u0103 la ceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 cu sine \u015fi cu cei din jur, poeta continu\u0103 s\u0103 lucreze, s\u0103 \u00eembun\u0103t\u0103\u0163easc\u0103 ceea ce e de \u00eembun\u0103t\u0103\u0163it. \u015ei dac\u0103, la \u00eenceput, \u00ee\u015fi vede umbra alunec\u00e2nd timid\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 zid, continu\u00e2nd c\u0103utarea: \u201dpestri\u0163\u0103 la suflet \/ stau l\u00e2ng\u0103 zidul m\u0103n\u0103stirii \/ ne-ndr\u0103znind s\u0103 intru \/\/ firav\u0103 ca o lum\u00e2nare \/ ce se tope\u015fte \/ \u00een v\u00e2lv\u0103taia focului \/ \u00eemi ridic privirea din p\u0103m\u00e2nt \/ \u015fi scormonesc orizontul \/ p\u00e2n\u0103 la izvor\u201d (Br\u00e2u de m\u0103tase). \u015ei de unde, descoperea: \u201ddoar z\u0103d\u0103rnicie \/ \u00een jur \/ \u015fi \u00een mine\u201d, ajuns\u0103 \u00eentr-un sens giratoriu, vede c\u0103: \u201dse deschide-o nou\u0103 cale \/ \u015fi-n ploaia de noiembrie \/ las apa \u015fuvoi \/ s\u0103 \u015flefuiasc\u0103 \/ piatra din mine\u201d. Transformarea e salutar\u0103 \u015fi: \u201df\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 gr\u0103besc \/ m\u0103 \u00eencing \/ cu un br\u00e2u de m\u0103tase \/ \u015fi simt \/ cum se \u00eenfirip\u0103 \u00een mine \/ un germene de n\u0103dejde \/\/ deschid u\u015fa altarului meu \/ fac primul pas cu dreptul \/ m\u0103 dezbrac \/ de omul vechi \/ \u015fi v\u0103d din nou r\u0103s\u0103ritul\u201d (Br\u00e2u de m\u0103tase).
\nNatura vis\u0103toare a poetei \u00ee\u015fi spune cuv\u00e2ntul, mai ales \u00een poezia: \u201dEroina unui basm\u201d, titlu care spune totul:\u201ddin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \/ r\u0103m\u00e2n cu mine \u00eens\u0103mi \/ pe veranda visului \/\/ m\u0103 imaginez \/ eroina unui basm \/ \u00eentind m\u00e2na spre Crai Nou \/ \u015fi \u00eempreun\u0103 \/ urc\u0103m \u00een Carul Mare \/ ne plimb\u0103m cu art\u0103 \/ prin ploaia fecund\u0103 \/ \u015fi prudent\u0103 \/ \u00eembr\u0103c\u00e2nd \/ fiorul parcursului pur \/\/ r\u0103sfoiesc \/ pagini din cartea vie\u0163ii \/ consemn\u0103ri confiden\u0163iale \/ despre armonii trec\u0103toare \/ \u015fi vuiete dense \/ n\u0103dejdi \u00eemplinite \/ \u015fi dulci am\u0103giri \/ ra\u0163iuni cumin\u0163i \/ ori judec\u0103\u0163i neroade \/ iubiri nevinovate \/ \u015fi pasiuni pline \/ de argumente goale \/\/ cu peni\u0163a sub\u0163ire \/ scriu dieta sufletului \/ oglinda adev\u0103rului \/ o stare ciudat\u0103 \/ cald culcu\u015f \/ scr\u00e2nciobul vis\u0103rii \/ pace senin\u0103 \/ \u00een toamna ad\u00e2nc\u0103\u201d.
\n\u00cen dulcele stil baladesc se desf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 poezia \u201dO clip\u0103-i via\u0163a\u201d, cu inser\u0163ii filozofico-aforistice.
\n\u015ei tot de dragul eufoniei, autoarea a scris poezia, al c\u0103rui cuv\u00e2nt de ordine, repetitiv, este dorul. Nici de aici nu lipsesc asonan\u0163ele, specifice genului popular: \u201ddor de dor \/ \u015fi dor de zbor \/
\ndor de umblet \/ \u015fi de z\u00e2mbet \/ de lumin\u0103 \/ \u015fi gr\u0103din\u0103 \/ dor de c\u00e2nt \/ \u015fi de cuv\u00e2nt \/ dor de stih \/ dor de v\u0103zduh \/ de-nceput \/ \u015fi de s\u0103rut \/ dor de tine \/ dor de mine \/ dor de noi \/ am\u00e2ndoi \/\/ dragostile dor \/ de dor \/ \u00eens\u0103 \/ nu mor\u201d(Stropi de dor).
\n\u00cen sintonie cu aser\u0163iunea dostoievskian\u0103 \u201dFrumuse\u0163ea va salva lumea\u201d, poeta Vasilica Grigora\u015f consider\u0103 c\u0103 doar g\u00e2ndul bun, manifest\u0103rile pozitive, virtu\u0163ile cre\u015ftine: Credin\u0163a, Speran\u0163a, Iubirea, dar \u015fi virtutea r\u0103bd\u0103rii, a carit\u0103\u0163ii, pot salva lumea \u015fi, ca atare, ea caut\u0103 s\u0103 le practice \u00een chip natural, ca modus vivendi: \u201d\u00cen lic\u0103rul candelei \/ cu r\u0103bdarea \/ anilor fugari, \/ cu vorbe dulci \/ abia \u015foptite \/ \u015fi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri line \/ de vioar\u0103, \/ treptat \/ acolo unde era \/ zgomot, \u00eentuneric, \/ sufocare \/ se sim\u0163ea \/ diluarea g\u00e2ndurilor reci \/ \u00een care noaptea nu-i ad\u00e2nc\u0103, \/ nici ziua doar lumin\u0103, \/ iar soneria interioar\u0103 \/ anun\u0163\u0103 murmurul senin \/ al \u00eenfloririi cire\u015filor \/ ridic\u00e2nd astfel cortina \/ spre adev\u0103ratul \/ izvor al iubirii\u201d(Doar lic\u0103rul candelei).
\nSintagme remarcabile: orizont de curcubeu, pe tivul anotimpului, \u00een capela unei noi zile, \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rate umbre, \u201dpe trupul diafan \/ al iernii grizonate\u201d.
\nPoeta e con\u015ftient\u0103 c\u0103: \u201da venit timpul \/ s\u0103 m\u0103 iau \u00een serios \/ s\u0103-L respect \u015fi s\u0103-L iubesc \/ pe Dumnezeul din mine\u201d (Paradoxuri).
\nNu lipsesc \u00eens\u0103, poeziile cu dedica\u0163ie, a\u015fa cum sunt: pentru poeta \u015fi jurnalista Valentina Teclici (Noua Zeeland\u0103), poetei Ana Urma din Vaslui, cineastului, scriitorului \u015fi jurnalistului Ben Todic\u0103 (Australia), \u00een semn de pre\u0163uire \u015fi prietenie. Acestea au o valoare sentimental\u0103.
\n\u015eoapte, vis\u0103ri, murmure de uimire, sclipiri, parfumul salc\u00e2milor, \u201dtimp de muguri, boboci, corole\u201d; \u201dmole\u015feala dulce a dragostei\u201d, \u201ddoriri \/ de iubiri n\u0103valnice\u201d, completeaz\u0103 tabloul romantic al unei poete sensibile, al c\u0103rei chip se reflect\u0103 \u00een oglinda sinelui, a\u015fa cum este, de fapt, aureolat\u0103 de nelini\u015ftea speran\u0163ei \u015fi de nurii dragostei. Dar \u015fi: promisiuni de\u015farte, clipe \u015fubrede, banalit\u0103\u0163i subtile. Toate acestea, printre \u201ddorin\u0163e uitate \/ \u00een cuf\u0103rul ros de carii \/ din podul inimii\u201d (Suflet pelerin).
\nPersonificarea este un procedeu stilistic frecvent, astfel lucrurile \u015fi fenomenele cap\u0103t\u0103 \u00eensu\u015firi antropomorfice :\u201dz\u00e2mbetul imperceptibil \/ al p\u0103durilor \u015fi c\u00e2mpiilor; \u201dluna are obrajii albi \u015fi scof\u00e2lci\u0163i\u201d,\u201dsunetele naturii \/ hoin\u0103reau aievea \/ printre viguroase ramuri \/ \u00eembr\u0103cate de s\u0103rb\u0103toare\u201d,\u201dnep\u0103sarea de nep\u0103truns, \/ bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u015fi vibrant\u0103 \/ a florilor, copacilor, \/ r\u00e2urilor, st\u00e2ncilor, \/ c\u00e2ntecului p\u0103s\u0103rilor\u201d;\u201decoul pa\u015filor timpului.
\nPrin ceea ce scrie, autoarea transmite bun\u0103starea sufleteasc\u0103 \u015fi speran\u0163a care \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie \u00eentunericul, red\u00e2nd \u00eencrederea \u00een via\u0163\u0103, ceea ce nu e deloc pu\u0163in, dimpotriv\u0103. Poezia ei este total pozitiv\u0103 \u015fi stenic\u0103, \u00een acord cu sufletul \u00eensetat de Lumin\u0103 :\u201dSpre rev\u0103rsatul zorilor \/ bine ancorat\u0103 \u00een fiin\u0163a mea \/ fac loc poeziei \/ \u00een stare latent\u0103 \/ care-mi dezv\u0103luie c\u0103 \/ for\u0163a \u015fi armonia vie\u0163ii \/ stau doar \u00een \/ \u00een\u0163elegerea misterioas\u0103 \/ a iubirii\u201d (\u00cen\u0163elegere misterioas\u0103).
\nDin orice situa\u0163ie s-ar afla, printre suspine \u015fi rugi, poeta se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 biruitoare, pe deplin st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 peste cuv\u00e2ntul care \u00eei este supus necondi\u0163ionat, \u00eentr-o profund\u0103 simbioz\u0103:\u201dSt\u0103p\u00e2nit\u0103 de lacrimi, \/ \u00ee\u015fi pip\u0103ie bl\u00e2nd \/ cicatricile nevindecate, \/ printre suspine \/ pune surdina \/ g\u00e2ndurilor \/ \u015fi descoper\u0103 farul \u00eenalt \/ din sinele s\u0103u \/ din care \u0163\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte \/ \u015fi se revars\u0103 lumina\u201d (Agonie de noiembrie).
\nPrin poezie, autoarea \u201ddescoperea f\u0103r\u0103 t\u0103gad\u0103 \/ \u00een\u0163elesul candid \/ al bucuriei l\u0103untrice\u201d (Verdele pierdut \u00een contemplare).
\nPrin cuvintele sale, poeta a ajuns la acea esen\u0163\u0103 a tr\u0103irii cre\u015ftine pe care fiecare om ar trebui s\u0103 o cunoasc\u0103: \u201dCe voie\u015fti s\u0103 spun \/ ca s\u0103 mai adun \/ sfinte \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103minte \/ \u015fi s\u0103 iau aminte \/ c\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 iubire \/ nu e m\u00e2ntuire, \/ f\u0103r\u0103 de t\u0103cere \/ nu e \u00eenviere?\u201d (Cum voie\u015fti).
\nLimbajul rug\u0103ciunii, adresarea reveren\u0163ioas\u0103 c\u0103tre Dumnezeu, \u00een cuvinte simple, v\u0103desc o total\u0103 supunere fa\u0163\u0103 de voin\u0163a Lui, versurile \u00eencheindu-se cu formula jaculatorie: \u201dFac\u0103-se Voia Ta!\u201d. E cea mai bun\u0103 m\u0103rturisire de credin\u0163\u0103 a unui suflet curat, \u00eenclinat spre Bine \u015fi Adev\u0103r.<\/p>\n

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