{"id":42885,"date":"2019-01-31T09:24:40","date_gmt":"2019-01-31T09:24:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=42885"},"modified":"2019-01-31T09:25:17","modified_gmt":"2019-01-31T09:25:17","slug":"corina-junghiatu-poesis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/01\/31\/corina-junghiatu-poesis\/","title":{"rendered":"Corina JUNGHIATU: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Cununie astral\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Miez de ou,
\nabsolutul la apus
\ngaroaf\u0103 ro\u0219ie \u00eensufle\u021bind
\n\u00eengeri de lumin\u0103
\ndin pulberea de stele,
\nca picurii de cristal
\npe cerul de cobalt.
\nChip de m\u0103r incandescent,
\ncopt \u00een cuptoarele
\nde spum\u0103 paradisiac\u0103
\na norilor de m\u0103tase
\nhr\u0103nind foamea de via\u021b\u0103
\ndin p\u00e2ntecul universului.
\nSoare, coral \u00eenflorit,
\n\u00eendr\u0103gostit de luna,
\ngravit\u00e2nd dimpreun\u0103
\n\u00een cerc de verighet\u0103<\/p>\n

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Progres – regres?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Un cui \u00een matca vie\u021bii, e progresul
\nIar omul insignifiant segment
\nDar scump se va pl\u0103ti excesul
\nL\u0103sa-m\u0103-va p\u0103m\u00e2ntul repetent<\/p>\n

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O \u00eentrebare \u00eemi tot sap\u0103-n g\u00e2nd
\nDe ce-i petrolul lumii \u00een butoaie?
\nDe ce e omul \u0103sta prea fl\u0103m\u00e2nd?
\nDe ce ne mor copiii \u00een r\u0103zboaie?<\/p>\n

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Eternul foc al febrei de argint
\n\u0218i-al lucrurilor efemere ce robesc
\nIar \u00een final o plac\u0103 de granit
\nE tot ce-avem nevoie din lumesc<\/p>\n

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De s-ar v\u0103rsa harul \u00een gloate
\nS-ar st\u0103vili \u0219i goana desfr\u00e2nat\u0103
\nEmo\u021bii \u0219i sim\u021biri cristalizate
\nLe-am daltui pe inima de piatr\u0103<\/p>\n

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Ne-am bucura atunci de tot ce-i viu
\nNe-am \u00eemp\u0103ca cu tot absentul
\nDin jugul trudei \u0219i al g\u00e2ndului pustiu
\nS\u0103 pre\u021buim P\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i Prezentul<\/p>\n

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Ce sunt eu f\u0103r\u0103 voi?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ce ar fi bucuria f\u0103r\u0103 triste\u021be?
\nCe ar fi zborul f\u0103r\u0103 pr\u0103p\u0103stii?
\nCe ar fi lacrima f\u0103r\u0103 obraz?
\nCe ar fi c\u00e2ntul f\u0103r\u0103 vers?
\nCe ar fi tinere\u021bea f\u0103r\u0103 entuziasm?
\nCe ar fi amintirea f\u0103r\u0103 regret?
\nCe ar fi Sf\u00e2ntul f\u0103r\u0103 dec\u0103zut?
\nCe ar fi speran\u021ba f\u0103r\u0103 dezn\u0103dejdii?
\nCe ar fi solemnitatea f\u0103r\u0103 dezl\u0103n\u021buire?
\nCe ar fi timpul f\u0103r\u0103 prezent?
\nCe ar fi artistul f\u0103r\u0103 aplauze?
\nCe ar fi iubirea f\u0103r\u0103 oameni?
\nCe sunt eu f\u0103r\u0103 voi?<\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103 din trunchi se na\u0219te o icoan\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Copacule, sim\u021bindu-\u021bi speran\u021ba
\nExplic\u0103-mi tu ce este via\u021ba
\nArta ta de a tr\u0103i \u00een libertate
\nN-am reg\u0103sit-o \u00een tratate<\/p>\n

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Cum verdele s\u0103l\u0103\u0219luie\u0219te \u00een pom
\nN-o s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be nici un om
\n\u00cen lumea mea, printre popoare
\nDoar pentru o virgul\u0103 se moare<\/p>\n

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Conven\u021bii, doctrine \u0219i filozofii
\n\u00cen \u0219coli ne \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 me\u0219te\u0219ugul urii
\nDintr-un r\u0103zboi se face art\u0103
\nNici o gre\u0219eal\u0103 nu se iart\u0103<\/p>\n

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Copil\u0103, \u00een al vie\u021bii noastre ciclu
\nAvem doar singurul principiu
\nP\u0103durea are legea ei fireasc\u0103
\nCopacul e l\u0103sat ca s\u0103 rodeasc\u0103<\/p>\n

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N-avem condi\u021bii, nici doctrine
\nIar rodul \u021bine, doar de mine
\nOrice copac are un drept la ran\u0103
\nDac\u0103 din trunchi se na\u0219te o icoan\u0103<\/p>\n

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Cu m\u00e2inile legate<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ce bucurie ar fi pentru un orb
\nDoar un fascicol de lumin\u0103
\nPrin ape negre, ca de corb
\n\u00cenoat\u0103 orbul f\u0103r’ de vin\u0103<\/p>\n

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Ce bucurie ar fi pentru picioare
\nS\u0103 fac\u0103 lungi c\u0103l\u0103torii \u00een lume
\nDar pentru cine nu le are
\nDoar visul poate s\u0103-l \u00eendrume<\/p>\n

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Pe ciunt, ce bucurie ar fi
\n\u00cen bra\u021be s\u0103 cuprind\u0103 o floare
\nO ultim\u0103 transfuzie ar jertfi
\nCu bra\u021bele \u00een v\u00e2nt, s\u0103 zboare<\/p>\n

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Iar noi, ca ni\u0219te s\u0103lcii adormite
\nCu r\u0103d\u0103cini \u00een hum\u0103 \u0219i asfalt
\nG\u00e2ndim c\u0103 nu ne vom permite
\nCa s\u0103 zbur\u0103m c\u00e2t mai \u00eenalt<\/p>\n

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Din c\u0103r\u0103mizi, cl\u0103dim palate
\nIar la ferestre, avem z\u0103brele
\nCu sc\u0103ri \u00eenalte spiralate
\nS\u0103 ne zidim urcu\u0219u’ \u00een ele<\/p>\n

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Lumin\u0103, flori, c\u0103l\u0103torii
\nPe noi, ce le avem pe toate
\nNe fac mai mor\u021bi \u0219i nu mai vii
\nUn dar primit, cu m\u00e2inile legate<\/p>\n

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T\u0103ceri<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Feeriile sor\u021bii m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103,<\/p>\n

ca o zguduire de cercuri concentrice,
\ncurcubeul de iubire se reflect\u0103<\/p>\n

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\u00een marea de dup\u0103 furtun\u0103,
\nce fericire s\u0103 constat,<\/p>\n

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ca nu mi s-au \u00eenecat cor\u0103biile,
\nsperan\u021b\u0103 se leag\u0103<\/p>\n

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de st\u00e2ncile cuvintelor de dragoste nerostite,
\n\u0219i Doamne, c\u00e2te t\u0103ceri am str\u00e2ns!<\/p>\n

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Corina JUNGHIATU<\/strong><\/p>\n

31 ianuarie 2019<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Corina JUNGHIATU, <\/strong>poet\u0103 de o sensibilitate aparte av\u00e2nd un bogat palmares cultural.<\/strong> Este Director al PLATFORMEI de LITERATUR\u0102 \u0219i ART\u0102, Word Literary Union; Redactor al revistei GRAI ROM\u00c2NESC; Finalist\u0103\u00a0 al CAMPIONATULU EUROPEAN de POEZIE; Membr\u0103 al WORLD POETS ASSOCIATION; Redactor de carte Editura Liric Graph Romania<\/p>\n

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