{"id":43005,"date":"2019-02-06T12:36:46","date_gmt":"2019-02-06T12:36:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=43005"},"modified":"2019-02-06T12:36:46","modified_gmt":"2019-02-06T12:36:46","slug":"valeria-tamas-revarsari-de-dragoste-in-poezia-vasilicai-grigoras","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/02\/06\/valeria-tamas-revarsari-de-dragoste-in-poezia-vasilicai-grigoras\/","title":{"rendered":"Valeria TAMA\u0218: Rev\u0103rs\u0103ri de dragoste \u00een poezia Vasilic\u0103i Grigora\u015f"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Copil\u0103ria este ca o zi \u00eensorit\u0103 \u00een care ie\u0219i\u00a0sub soarele dimine\u021bii s\u0103 alergi prin iarba plin\u0103 de rou\u0103. De deasupra se revars\u0103\u00a0c\u00e2ntecul cioc\u00e2rliei, de-a dreapta \u0219i de-a st\u00e2nga ploaie de ciripituri \u015fi sub toat\u0103 aceast\u0103 avalan\u015f\u0103 de frumos, tu, copilul, care cu r\u00e2sul t\u0103u d\u0103ruie\u015fti\u00a0bucurie nu doar\u00a0casei tale, ci \u00eentregii lumi.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0De aceea cu trecerea anilor ne \u00eentoarcem la ea, \u00eent\u00e2i prin copii, apoi prin nepo\u021bi. Clipele frumoase \u015fi fericite nu se uit\u0103, mai ales atunci c\u00e2nd le po\u0163i tr\u0103i, fie de-acum doar cu nostalgie.<\/p>\n

\u201cPui de pas\u0103re m\u0103iastr\u0103\u201d<\/strong> (Ia\u015fi, PIM, 2018) este titlul c\u0103r\u021bii Vasilic\u0103i Grigora\u015f, scris\u0103\u00a0\u00a0pentru nepo\u0163ica d\u00e2nsei, ca s\u0103-i aminteasc\u0103 peste ani de bunica ei, de dragostea \u015fi de frumuse\u0163ea clipelor petrecute \u00eempreun\u0103. Nepo\u0163eii vin ca prim\u0103verile, lumin\u00e2ndu-ne p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi cuvintele, mereu spuse cu dragoste.<\/p>\n

Bucuria acestui dar mult\u00a0dorit \u015fi a\u015fteptat care este venirea pe lume a Evei o vom reg\u0103si \u00een versurile: <\/em>\u201ePe-o raz\u0103 matinal\u0103 a lui cuptor \/ Zv\u00e2rlug\u0103 mic\u0103 ai venit \u00een zbor. \/ Familia te-a primit \u00een dar, \/ Ginga\u015f boboc de m\u0103rg\u0103ritar, \/ Pui de pas\u0103re m\u0103iastr\u0103, \/ Ce-ai intrat \u00een via\u0163a noastr\u0103\u201d. <\/em>Este bucuria sincer\u0103 la sosirea acestui nou membru al familiei, venit s\u0103 aduc\u0103 bucurie pentru mul\u021bi ani de-acum \u00eencolo, c\u00e2nd adun\u00e2nd \u201enectarul vie\u021bii\u201d va deveni pe zi ce trece un copil mai bun \u015fi mai iubitor.<\/p>\n

\u201cDis de diminea<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>\u0103\u201d,<\/strong> autoarei nu-i r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t s\u0103 se bucure de tot ceea ce natura \u015ftie cu d\u0103rnicie s\u0103-i ofere, ca s\u0103-i fac\u0103 din fiecare zi a vie\u021bii o \u00eenc\u00e2ntare \u0219i mai ales de cel mai frumos dar dat de \u00eensu\u015fi Dumnezeu, nepo\u021beii: \u201eDin a naturii catapeteasm\u0103 \/ \u00censpir\u0103m sf\u00e2nta mireasm\u0103, \/ \u0102sta-i un adev\u0103rat mister, \/ Ce-a\u015f mai putea, Doamne, s\u0103-\u0163i cer?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

O cas\u0103 de bunici f\u0103r\u0103 cuib de r\u00e2ndunici nu poate s\u0103 existe, de aceea aceast\u0103 minune o red\u0103 autoarea \u00een poezia\u00a0\u00a0\u201eCip-cirip de r\u00e2ndunici\u201d,\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0unde via\u021ba acestor mici vie\u021buitoare este descris\u0103 \u00een am\u0103nunt. Ochii curio\u015fi ai copilului observ\u0103 cu uimire \u015fi curiozitate totul, \u00een timp ce mintea adultului va merge\u00a0\u00a0mult mai departe: \u201e\u015ei-a\u015fa ne dau Bun\u0103 Vestire \/ S\u0103 mergem pe la m\u0103n\u0103stire, \/ Cu bucurie-n suflet iar\u0103, \/ Pe-alei de cald\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103, \/ \u00cembr\u0103cat\u0103 iar\u0103\u015fi \u00een culoare \/ \u015ei mireasm\u0103-mb\u0103t\u0103toare. \/ \u00cen triluri dragi de p\u0103s\u0103rele, \/ Cu flori s\u0103-nt\u00e2mpin\u0103m Mirele.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201eG\u0103rg\u0103ri<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>a\u201d<\/strong> este mic\u0103 minune, pe care fiecare dintre noi am prins-o \u00een palm\u0103 \u0219i i-am dat drumul dup\u0103 ce ne-am minunat de frumuse\u021bea ei.\u00a0\u201eG\u00e2z\u0103, g\u00e2zuli\u0163\u0103, \/ Cu nume de G\u0103rg\u0103ri\u0163\u0103, \/ Rochie ro\u015fie cu buline, Nimeni nu-i ca tine.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Dar g\u0103rg\u0103ri\u0163a mai \u0219tie o tain\u0103, pe care fetele \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 o afle de la ea. Nu a existat o fat\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103 care s\u0103 nu fi apelat la aceast\u0103 stratagem\u0103, tragerea de limb\u0103 a g\u0103rg\u0103ri\u021bei spre a-\u0219i afla ursitul! \u201eFetele te \u00eendr\u0103gesc, \/ \u00cen m\u00e2n\u0103 te ocrotesc \/ \u015ei f\u0103r\u0103 de preget \/ Te-a\u015feaz\u0103 pe-un deget, \/ S\u0103 le spui deschis \/ De li s-o \u00eemplini un vis: \/ Privind \u00eencotro vei zbura, \/ S\u0103 \u015ftie unde s-or m\u0103rita.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poezia \u201eCucul\u201d <\/strong>\u00a0\u00eel are drept protagonist pe domnul cuc cel plimb\u0103re\u021b, care toat\u0103 prim\u0103vara \u0219i-o petrece c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd spre bucuria copiilor, care-l imit\u0103 \u0219i necazul \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bilor\u00a0pe care vara-i afl\u0103 amoreza\u021bi \u0219i-i las\u0103 cu inima ars\u0103 \u015fi singuri cuc:<\/p>\n

\u201eTr\u00e2mbi\u0163\u00e2nd numele s\u0103u, \/ Cu-cu, cu-cu! tot mereu, \/ \u00ce\u015fi umfl\u0103 gu\u015fa cu spor, \/ Casc\u0103 pliscul bini\u015for… \/\/ Coada \u015fi-o r\u0103sfir\u0103 \u00een grab\u0103, \/ C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd silab\u0103 cu silab\u0103, \/ <\/em><\/p>\n

C-un timbru grav rostite \/ Pentru inimi \u00eendr\u0103gostite.\u201d<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

\u201eFlori de prim\u0103var\u0103\u201d<\/strong> este o poezie dedicat\u0103 primelor flori\u00a0care vin s\u0103 ne bucure dup\u0103 frigul \u0219i vitregia iernii. Alb \u0219i pl\u0103p\u00e2nd,\u00a0la \u00eenceput vine ghiocelul, ca o petal\u0103 desprins\u0103 din florile de ghea\u021b\u0103 ale iernii,\u00a0apoi vin\u00a0toate celelalte flori viu colorate peste care vor da n\u0103val\u0103 fluturii. Deocamdat\u0103 toate acestea sunt doar pe h\u00e2rtie, dar cur\u00e2nd le vom vedea aevea: \u201eAst\u0103zi, pe la chindie \/ M-apuc\u0103 o h\u0103rnicie \/ S\u0103 desenez fluturi \u015fi flori \/ \u00cen tot mai multe culori.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201ePrivighetoarea\u201d<\/strong> e c\u00e2nt\u0103rea\u021ba nop\u021bii, o ascult\u0103m \u015fi ne minun\u0103m de trilul ei. Tare-am vrea s\u0103 \u0219tim \u0219i noi c\u00e2nta ca ea, dar ea este o artist\u0103 care nu-\u0219i cedeaz\u0103 repertoriul. Doar ne \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103 gratuit cu recitalurile ei nocturne: \u201ePrin gr\u0103dini, z\u0103voi, p\u0103duri \/ Faimoasele acorduri \/ Ale orchestrelor minunate \/ Cu soliste talentate, \/ Zvelte, bl\u00e2nde \u015fi modeste, \/ Fiin\u0163e bune din poveste, \/ Umplu mun\u0163ii, m\u0103rile \/ Cu toate c\u00e2nt\u0103rile.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Sensibil\u0103 la frumos, autoarea ne va vorbi \u015fi despre frumuse\u0163ea florilor de tei, despre truda albinelor de a ne oferi o \u201eViat\u0103 dulce ca mierea\u201d<\/strong>. Teiul nu este doar dulce mireasm\u0103,\u00a0ci este \u015fi aduc\u0103tor de s\u0103n\u0103tate: \u201eAdunat de harnice albine \/ Pentru al nostru bine, \/ Du\u015fman al bolilor toate, \/ Sporind a noastr\u0103 s\u0103n\u0103tate, \/ Ca via\u0163a noastr\u0103 s\u0103 ne fie \/ Dulce miere, bucurie.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Micii \u015fi zglobii \u201eLicurici\u201d<\/strong> nu trec nici ei neobserva\u021bi: \u201e\u00cenc\u0103 nu era lumin\u0103 \/ C\u00e2nd am ie\u015fit \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103…, \/\/ Inima \u00eencepe s\u0103-mi\u00a0 bat\u0103, \/ \u015ei-ndat\u0103 m\u0103 simt fermecat\u0103, \/ De-a licuricilor sclipire \/ \u015ei-a ochilor mei uimire.\u201d <\/em>\u00a0Ochii copilului \u00eei remarc\u0103 \u015fi vrea s\u0103-i prind\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2nu\u021bele sale. Micu\u021bele pulberi de aur st\u00e2rnesc curiozitatea . Este o lume at\u00e2t de minunat\u0103 pentru ochii unui copil \u00eenc\u00e2t ar vrea s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een el, deoarece \u00eenc\u0103 nu \u0219tie c\u0103 lumina zorilor\u00a0va sparge vraja.<\/p>\n

\u201eVr\u0103biu\u0163ele\u201d<\/strong>\u00a0sunt a\u0219a cum le \u0219tim st\u0103p\u00e2nele g\u00e2lcevilor, unde-s dou\u0103 fac larm\u0103 c\u00e2t nou\u0103, dar altfel m\u0103micu\u021be \u0219i t\u0103tici responsabili, care-\u0219i cresc cu dragoste puii: \u201ePentru puii lor, vrabia \u015fi vr\u0103bioi \/ Construiesc un cuib \u00een ritm vioi, \/ C\u0103ptu\u015fit cu puf sau pene moi, \/ A\u015fa precum e-n pat la voi. \/\/ Cu mare dragoste \u00eei \u00eengrijesc, \/ Cu glas suav le ciripesc, \/ Baie-n colb le preg\u0103tesc \/ \u015ei de du\u015fmani \u00eei p\u0103zesc.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pentru pu\u0163in timp, autoarea schimb\u0103 registrul c\u00e2nt\u0103rilor \u00een vers. De la natura \u00eemprim\u0103v\u0103rat\u0103, plin\u0103 de culoare \u015fi parfum, cu \u00eenc\u00e2ntare \u00een suflet face un pas pios spre S\u0103rb\u0103toarea \u00cenvierii Domnului, care ne aduce \u00een tinda bisericii: \u201eHristos a \u00eenviat\u201d\u00a0\u00a0s\u0103 rostim, \/ Pentru tot s\u0103-I mul\u0163umim. \/\/ \u201eAdev\u0103rat a-nviat\u201d\u00a0primim r\u0103spuns, \/ Iubirea-n noi ni s-a aprins, \/ An de an se-arat\u0103 iar\u0103, \/ Tainic\u0103 binecuv\u00e2ntare.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0O bucurie at\u00e2t de mare \u00eenc\u00e2t nu se putea s\u0103 nu fie amintit\u0103 \u00eentr-un poem. \u201dLumina de Pa<\/strong>\u0219<\/strong>te\u201d<\/strong>, simbol al izvorului vie\u0163ii ne va lumina drumul tot anul, \u015fi \u00een via\u021b\u0103 \u015fi \u00een poezie.<\/p>\n

\u201eMinunea de cire<\/strong>\u0219<\/strong>\u201d<\/strong> este un poem al r\u0103bd\u0103rii. Florile de cire\u0219 ne trezesc doar pofta \u015fi vom mai avea multe zile de a\u015fteptat p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd ne vom putea bucura \u015fi de fructe. Ne vom umple timpul p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci cu alte \u00eendeletniciri, nu avem ce face. Pomul \u00ee\u015fi are regulile lui.<\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103 nu exist\u0103 copil care s\u0103 nu se fi jucat \u201eDe-a v-a<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>i ascunselea<\/strong>\u201d. Acesta este jocul copil\u0103riei pure care\u00a0g\u0103se\u015fte\u00a0un r\u0103spuns nea\u0219teptat de matur \u00een versurile: \u201eS\u0103 m-ascund la mama-n poal\u0103. \/\u00a0 Chiar de m-or descoperi \/ Mama m\u0103 va ocroti.\u201d <\/em>Nimic nu te poate ocroti ca poala mamei.\u00a0\u00a0Un papuc, un porumbel, un crin \u00eenflorit\u00a0sunt doar ascunzi\u015furi temporare. Poala mamei e mereu acolo. \u0218i dragostea ei ocrotitoare, care este un zid peste care nu se poate trece.<\/p>\n

Pentru \u201cPas\u0103rea\u201d<\/strong>, care se face\u00a0tot mai mic\u0103 \u00een zborul ei spre cer, copilul\u00a0\u00a0g\u0103se\u0219te un r\u0103spuns: \u201e\u015ei cred, c\u0103 acolo sus \/ \u00cel viziteaz\u0103 pe Iisus. \/ \u015ei ea este copilul Lui, \/ Minune a crea\u0163iei dint\u00e2i.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Ce poate fi mai frumos dec\u00e2t s\u0103 ai propriul t\u0103u \u201eC\u00e2ntec\u201d. <\/strong>\u0218i Eva \u00eel are!<\/p>\n

\u201eVino soare-n diminea\u0163\u0103, \/ Pe Eva de mi-o r\u0103sfa\u0163\u0103! \/\/ Vino iar\u0103\u015fi la amiaz\u0103, \/<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

S-o alin\u0163i cu a ta raz\u0103! \/\/ Pe la asfin\u0163it, vino iar\u0103, \/ Ca s-o preg\u0103te\u015fti de sear\u0103! \/\/ Noaptea, veni\u0163i voi stelu\u0163e, \/ Feti\u0163ei s\u0103-i da\u0163i bine\u0163e! \/\/ Vino \u015fi tu m\u00e2ndr\u0103 lun\u0103, \/ <\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

S\u0103-i faci din somn cunun\u0103! \/\/ Cu stele, luceaf\u0103r \u015fi soare \/ Fie-i via\u0163a s\u0103rb\u0103toare!\u201d<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

Ce i s-ar putea spune unui copil mai frumos de\u00a0\u00a0at\u00e2t? Cuvintele s-au str\u00e2ns s\u0103-i fac\u0103 cea mai frumoas\u0103 declara\u021bie de dragoste, \u0219i nu doar pentru o zi, ce pentru o via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Toamna vine cu pleiada ei de culori \u0219i deodat\u0103 \u00een loc s\u0103 privim coroanele bogate ale copacilor \u201cR\u0103zboiul de \u0163esut al toamnei\u201d<\/strong> se porne\u0219te\u00a0\u015fi ne va a\u0219terne covorul ei moale \u0219i colorat la picioare, \u00een timp ce m\u00e2inile ei harnice vor umple hambarele.<\/p>\n

\u201eGospodina anului\u201d <\/strong>este desigur toamna care adun\u0103 fructele din livezi, pune \u00een hambare porumbul \u015fi str\u00e2nge \u00een f\u00e2nare f\u00e2nul, coace strugurii \u0219i-i transform\u0103 \u00een mustul rubiniu \u015fi umple rafturile c\u0103m\u0103rii cu bun\u0103ta\u021bi, nu doar gustoase dar \u015fi s\u0103n\u0103toase: \u201e…Strugurii-s transforma\u0163i-n must, \/ Pe care-l beau pe ner\u0103suflate, \/ Fiind printre sucurile preferate. \/ \u00cen c\u0103mar\u0103 se adun\u0103 anume, \/ De nu le mai \u015ftii pe nume, \/ Gem, dulcea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi peltea, \/ Ce cl\u0103tite, vom m\u00e2nca! \/ Pe un raft, ni\u015fte borcane \/ Cu zacu\u015fti \u015fi cu tocane, \/ Pline sunt de vitamine, \/ Bune pentru ori\u015ficine. \/\/ Toamna, gospodina vestit\u0103 \/ De toat\u0103 lumea-i \u00eendr\u0103git\u0103.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201ePre\u015ful fermecat\u201d <\/strong>se va transforma dintr-un pre\u0219 moale \u015fi colorat \u00eentr-un pre\u0219 viu \u00een prim\u0103var\u0103: <\/em>\u201ePre\u015furi palide sau chiar uscate \/ Se-a\u015feaz\u0103 cumin\u0163i toate \/ S\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103 o vreme \/ Pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul care geme \/ De-at\u00e2ta ap\u0103 \u015fi hran\u0103 \/ Adunat\u0103 peste iarn\u0103. \/ \u00cen prim\u0103var\u0103 s\u0103 renasc\u0103 \/ Natura\u00a0\u00a0s\u0103-nverzeas\u0103 \/ Pe noi to\u0163i, s\u0103 ne sfin\u0163easc\u0103.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Toamna va pleca o dat\u0103 cu venirea primilor fulgi de nea care ademenesc copiii cu b\u0103taia \u00een geam, vestindu-i c\u0103 a venit vremea dansului fulgilor de nea \u015fi a bucuriilor pe care iarna le aduce: \u201eAst\u0103 noapte, c\u00e2nd dormeam \/ Mi-a b\u0103tut un fulg \u00een geam, \/ Slab, stingher \u015fi ab\u0103tut \/ Abia de l-am auzit.\u201d <\/em>\u00cent\u00e2lnirea dintre fulgii de nea\u00a0\u015fi copii este \u00eentotdeauna una de scurt\u0103 durat\u0103, ei topindu-se de la prima atingere, dar al\u021bi fulgi vor veni s\u0103-i \u021bin\u0103 tov\u0103r\u0103\u0219ie micului lor prieten.<\/p>\n

Iarna nu ne aduce doar z\u0103pad\u0103, ci \u015fi pe mult iubitul Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun de la care fiecare dintre noi avem a\u0219tept\u0103ri: \u201eDin nou e iarn\u0103-n \u0163ar\u0103, \/ Neaua plute\u015fte sprin\u0163ar\u0103, \/ Preg\u0103tind iar\u0103\u015fi albul drum \/ Ca s\u0103 vin\u0103 Mo\u015f Cr\u0103ciun. \/\/ Mo\u015ful drag\u00a0<\/em>\u0219<\/em>i generos, \/ Anun\u0163\u0103 na\u015fterea lui Hristos, \/ Dorin\u0163e \u00eempline\u015fte mintena\u015f \/ Celor ce \u00eei scriu r\u0103va\u015f.\u201d<\/em>\u201eScrisoare c\u0103tre Mo\u015f Cr\u0103ciun<\/strong>\u201d este o \u00eent\u00e2lnire a copilului cu Mo\u0219ul, cel care \u0219tie s\u0103 ne \u00eendeplineasc\u0103 toate dorin\u021bele. Sau aproape toate, depinde c\u00e2t suntem de cumin\u021bi!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Ei dar mo\u015ful nu este numai darnic, ci este \u015fi \u00een\u0163elept, a\u015fa c\u0103 printre daruri strecoar\u0103 pentru micul David \u015fi o \u201ePu\u015fculi<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>\u0103\u201d<\/strong>, loc unde copilul va \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a s\u0103 fie la \u00eenceput econom spre a-\u015fi putea mai apoi cump\u0103ra chiar el tot ce-\u015fi dore\u015fte. Dac\u0103 va fi con\u015ftiincios, va putea astfel s\u0103 aib\u0103 chiar\u00a0\u00a0propria-i banc\u0103! \u201e<\/em>B\u0103nu\u0163ii \u00een dar primi\u0163i \/ Aici pot fi economisi\u0163i, \/ \u015ei pu\u0163in c\u00e2te pu\u0163in \/ F\u0103r\u0103 munc\u0103, \u00een chip divin, \/ Cutia goal\u0103 \u015fi u\u015foar\u0103 \/ Se transform\u0103 \u00een comoar\u0103.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Primele cuvinte st\u00e2lcite denumesc obiectele care \u00eei \u00eenconjoar\u0103, rostite de cei mici spre hazul celor mari. Ele sunt primele noastre cuvinte \u015fi deci ne apar\u021bin. \u00a0Ni le putem patenta: \u00a0\u00cen \u201eTi<\/strong>\u0219<\/strong>olul\u201d <\/strong>copilul ne poveste\u015fte c\u0103 \u201eChiar de c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftiu \/ Un perete-n cas\u0103-i viu. \/ Vin \u015fi pleac\u0103 mul\u0163i copii, \/ P\u0103s\u0103ri, animale vii, \/\/ M-am urcat pe-un sc\u0103unel \/ Ca s\u0103-i m\u00e2ng\u00e2i pu\u0163intel…\u201d<\/em>, dar va afla mult mai t\u00e2rziu c\u0103 oamenii aceea care ne intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103\u00a0s\u0103 ne bucure stau mereu doar acolo \u00een c\u0103su\u021ba lor, numit\u0103 televizor!<\/p>\n

\u201eBicheta\u201d \u015fi \u201eBabeta\u201d,\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>dou\u0103 denumiri pe care numai copilul le deslu\u0219e\u0219te \u0219i vr\u00e2nd nevr\u00e2nd bunicii \u015fi p\u0103rin\u0163i sau fr\u0103\u0163iorii \u015fi surioarele, care vor trebui s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 o vreme \u015fi ei aceea\u015fi limb\u0103. \u201eAm ie\u015fit azi cu \u201ebicheta\u201d, \/ \u015ei-acum, \u00eemi vreau \u201ebabeta\u201d. \/\/ -Unde e \u201ebabeta\u201d mea? \/ Chiar acum, Eva o vrea! \/\/ \u015ei c\u00e2nd colo, ce s\u0103 vezi? \/ Vine Bobo cu-ochii verzi, \/ \u015ei cu lacrimi tot r\u00e2dea, \/ Crez\u00e2nd c\u0103-i vorba de ea. \/ \u015ei-atunci se implic\u0103 Sara \/ Ca s\u0103 termin\u0103m gargara. \/ -Vine-ndat\u0103 a ta \u201ebabet\u0103\u201d, \/ C\u0103lare pe o \u201ebichet\u0103\u201d! \/ C\u0103 \u201ebicheta\u201d-i BICICLETA, \/ Iar \u201ebabeta\u201d e TABLETA.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Ei, numai cine a vorbit nu demult aceea\u0219i limb\u0103 poate s\u0103 deslu\u0219easc\u0103 sensul cuvintelor hazlii care dau farmec \u015fi mireasm\u0103 copil\u0103riei.<\/p>\n

\u201ePapada<\/strong>\u201d, ne-a produs tuturor reac\u021bii,\u00a0\u00a0sau de pl\u00e2ns c\u0103-i prea rece, sau de r\u00e2s deoarece din ea putem face cei mai n\u0103stru\u0219nici oameni de z\u0103pad\u0103, iar mai apoi<\/p>\n

\u00een \u0219aua s\u0103niu\u021belor ea devine cea mai rapid\u0103 cale de transport: \u201e\u015ei-am pornit-o dintr-o dat\u0103 \/ Prin \u201epapada\u201d \u00eenfiorat\u0103. \/ Dup\u0103 c\u00e2\u0163iva pa\u015fi \u00een grab\u0103,\/ \u00a0Am c\u0103zut \u00een neaua alb\u0103 \/\/ Am crezut c\u0103 este fri\u015fc\u0103 \/ Dar la limb\u0103, tare pi\u015fc\u0103! \/ Dau s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic cumva, \/ \u015ei m\u0103 \u0163ine str\u00e2ns \u00een ea.\u201d<\/em>A\u015fa e z\u0103pada prietenoas\u0103, lipicioas\u0103, moale \u015fi juc\u0103u\u015f\u0103. Ne obi\u015fnuim u\u015for cu ea \u015fi o iubim at\u00e2t de mult \u00eenc\u00e2t nu am mai vrea s\u0103 plece. Doar grija p\u0103rin\u021bilor fa\u021b\u0103 de s\u0103n\u0103tatea noastr\u0103 ne va convinge s\u0103 intr\u0103m repede \u00een cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201eCucule\u0163i<\/strong>\u201d,(pufule\u021bii) sunt prefera\u021bi de cei mici \u015fi de cei mari. Este\u00a0\u00a0firesc s\u0103 \u00eei denumim dup\u0103 cum ne place! Iar cei mari s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be cuvinte noi dac\u0103 doresc s\u0103 convers\u0103m.<\/p>\n

\u201eCiobit\u0103<\/strong>\u201d (ciorbi\u021ba), nu este printre preferatele celor mici, mai ales c\u00e2nd nimic nu este mai bun dec\u00e2t o acadea sau o \u201eron\u021b\u0103itur\u0103\u201d nes\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103 dar la mod\u0103 printre pitici. A\u0219a c\u0103 trebuie dezvoltat\u0103 o adev\u0103rat\u0103 strategie s\u0103 intre \u00een meniu\u00a0\u0219i mai apoi alta ca s\u0103 intre \u00een burtic\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201dOaia<\/strong>\u201d este numele bonei. Prescurtat \u0219i cifrat! Ioana \u00eei spune toat\u0103 lumea, copilul \u00eei\u00a0personalizeaz\u0103 numele. A\u015fa va r\u0103m\u00e2ne mereu\u00a0\u00a0numai a lui: <\/em>\u201eOaia\u201d \u00een sus \u015fi \u201eoaia\u201d-n jos, \/ Mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 zic frumos, \/ C\u0103-i haios\u00a0\u015fi nu caraghios, \/ Pentru mine, chiar ingenios.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201ePoneiul, Coam\u0103 roz<\/strong>\u201d este dup\u0103 cum vedem\u00a0\u00een arsenalul de juc\u0103rii. \u00cen vis ne poart\u0103 peste m\u0103ri \u015fi \u021b\u0103ri,\u00a0\u00a0pe t\u0103r\u00e2mul fabulos al pove\u015ftilor. Ne trezim \u015fi \u00eel reg\u0103sim printre juc\u0103rii, desigur ostenit dup\u0103 o noapte \u00een care \u00eempreun\u0103 am b\u0103tut \u00een lung \u0219i-n lat t\u0103r\u00e2mul pove\u0219tilor. Ar mai da o tur\u0103 la cererea st\u0103p\u00e2nei, dar n\u0103zdr\u0103van devine numai \u00een somn: \u201e\u015ei ce crede\u0163i c-am v\u0103zut? \/ Coam\u0103 Roz, Poneiul scurt \/ M-a\u015ftepta chiar echipat \/ De-o plimbare prin palat. \/\/ Eu, prin\u0163esa Eva, ne\u00eenfricat\u0103 \/ Spun cu vorba-mi r\u0103spicat\u0103: \/ Dii, Ponei spre \u00eenalta zare, \/ S\u0103 vedem r\u0103s\u0103ritul de soare! \/\/ To\u0163i ai casei s-au trezit, \/ Ne\u015ftiind ce am de g\u00e2nd, \/ Aplaud\u0103 fata spontan\u0103, \/ Ca Poneiul, n\u0103zdr\u0103van\u0103.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Timpul trece\u00a0\u00a0foarte repede. \u201eDeja sunt mare\u201d<\/strong> este poezia care ne spune acest lucru. Nu renun\u021b\u0103m la joac\u0103, dar altele ne sunt de-acum priorit\u0103\u021bile. \u0218i cum o dat\u0103 cu v\u00e2rsta cre\u0219te \u0219i responsabilitatea , devine un copil silitor care \u00ee\u015fi face \u00eent\u00e2i temele \u015fi abia pe urm\u0103 se bucur\u0103 din plin de timpul de joac\u0103: \u00a0\u201e\u015ease ani eu \u00eemplinesc \/ De aceea v\u0103 poftesc \/ S\u0103 m\u0103 crede\u0163i pe cuv\u00e2nt \/ C\u0103 am un mare av\u00e2nt, \/ Ca \u015fcolarii, s\u0103 fac teme \/ F\u0103r\u0103 a m\u0103 mai teme \/ De liniu\u0163e \u015fi bastona\u015fe, \/ Care-mi par ni\u015fte pozna\u015fe. \/\/ Drepte, str\u00e2mbe cum or fi \/ Eu din scris nu m-oi opri, P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, le vin de hac \/ C\u0103 nu-i dup\u0103 bunul lor plac.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Cea\u021ba ne ascunde privirii totul, doar ne las\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u015fi c\u00e2nd s\u0103 distingem umbre, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-ne doar curio\u0219i. \u201dFantome prin cea<\/strong>\u021b\u0103<\/strong>\u201d<\/strong> este un poem care le las\u0103 copiilor\u00a0\u00a0imagina\u0163ia s\u0103 zburde, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd realitatea vine \u00een forma ei pur\u0103 \u015fi clarific\u0103 totul: \u201e\u00centr-o bl\u00e2nd\u0103 diminea\u0163\u0103 \/ V\u0103d o fantom\u0103 \u00een cea\u0163\u0103, \/ Merge \u00eencolo \u015fi \u00eencoace<\/em><\/p>\n

Sprinten\u0103 \u015fi perspicace. \/\/ \u00cens\u0103, \u00een ceea ce m\u0103 prive\u015fte, \/ M\u0103resc pasul voinice\u015fte, \/ Pe urme-i calc cu \u00eendr\u0103zneal\u0103 \/ S\u0103 nu mai umble cu-at\u00e2ta fal\u0103. \/\/\u00a0 …Privirea-mi sparge deasa p\u00e2cl\u0103 \/ \u015ei v\u0103d o fat\u0103 care umbl\u0103, \/ Cu ghiozdanu-n spate, ca al meu, \/<\/em><\/p>\n

Pe drumul \u00eentins, cu mult tupeu. \/\/ Ne-am distrat \u015ftreng\u0103re\u015fte,\/ \u00a0\u00cen timp ce un coleg ne urm\u0103re\u015fte, \/ Crez\u00e2nd \u015fi el \u00een fantome, fire\u015fte, \/ Dar \u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu se l\u0103mure\u015fte. \/ \u015ei prin cea\u0163a ca o simpl\u0103 coal\u0103 \/ Am ajuns, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, tustrei la \u015fcoal\u0103.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201eCine cred c\u0103 e\u015fti\u201d <\/strong>ne r\u0103spunde la multitudinea de \u00eentreb\u0103ri pe care cei dragi \u015fi le pun cu privire la minuna\u0163ii copii care le umplu vie\u0163ile. Compara\u0163iile nu \u00ee\u015fi g\u0103sesc limite, sentimentele sunt profunde \u015fi r\u0103spunsul e mereu acela\u015fi, ei sunt bucuria f\u0103r\u0103 care via\u0163a p\u0103rin\u0163ilor \u015fi bunicilor, fra\u0163ilor \u015fi celorlal\u0163i membri de familie \u015fi-ar pierde sensul \u015fi frumuse\u0163ea. Copiii sunt tot ceea ce via\u0163a \u00ee\u0163i poate oferi mai bun \u015fi mai frumos: \u201eE\u015fti a v\u00e2ntului bl\u00e2nd\u0103 adiere, \/ Ginga\u015f\u0103 petal\u0103 de m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere. \/\/ E\u015fti marea cea mare \u015fi cerul \u00eenalt, \/ Dar \u015fi cel mai str\u0103lucit diamant. \/\/ E\u015fti lumina astrelor cere\u015fti \/ Sufletele noastre-mpodobe\u015fti. \/\/ E\u015fti iubirea ne-ntrerupt\u0103, \/ Din care \u00eentreaga familie se-nfrupt\u0103.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Cartea aici de fa\u0163\u0103 s-a n\u0103scut din dragostea unei bunici pentru nepo\u0163eii ei, astfel con\u015ftientiz\u00e2nd de fapt minunile care umplu vie\u0163ile noastre ale tuturor \u015fi de care ne bucur\u0103m zi de zi! Copiii ne \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 c\u0103 via\u0163a este frumoas\u0103 \u015fi cu fiecare zi descoperim prin ei alte fa\u0163ete\u00a0ale diamantului, alte prilejuri de bucurii, de fericire \u015fi \u00eenc\u00e2ntare. Cuvintele sunt\u00a0\u00a0ni\u015fte juc\u0103rii care sub m\u00e2na adul\u0163ilor se transform\u0103 \u00een cele mai frumoase pove\u015fti, \u00eendrituite s\u0103 ne aminteasc\u0103 c\u0103 am fost odat\u0103 cu to\u0163ii mititei, inventivi \u015fi n\u0103stru\u015fnici.<\/p>\n

Vasilica Grigora\u015f a reu\u015fit s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 la anii frumo\u015fi ai copil\u0103riei, s\u0103 se bucure de ei \u015fi s\u0103-i retr\u0103iasc\u0103 al\u0103turi de nepo\u0163ei. S\u0103 po\u0163i s\u0103 fii copil fie m\u0103car \u015fi pentru o zi este o realizare, printr-o carte \u00eens\u0103 po\u0163i s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i copil pentru eternitate. Prin scrierea acestei c\u0103r\u0163i, doamnei Vasilica Grigora\u015f i-a reu\u015fit acest lucru!<\/p>\n

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Valeria TAMA\u0218<\/strong><\/p>\n

Timi\u0219oara<\/strong><\/p>\n

5 februarie 2019<\/strong><\/p>\n

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