{"id":44106,"date":"2019-03-29T08:52:52","date_gmt":"2019-03-29T08:52:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=44106"},"modified":"2019-03-29T08:52:52","modified_gmt":"2019-03-29T08:52:52","slug":"nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/03\/29\/nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Nicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU S\u00c2RBU: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Sens c\u0103utat<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

De ce cade frunza
\npe acoperi\u0219ul unui anotimp,<\/p>\n

de pleac\u0103 \u00eendat\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103rile
\ngr\u0103bite \u0219i speriate.<\/p>\n

Acolo se afl\u0103 sensul
\nce te face s\u0103-l cau\u021bi
\nat\u00e2t de perseverent?<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd pas\u0103rea ce aduce ve\u0219ti
\nc\u00e2nt\u0103 departe,<\/p>\n

aproapele se \u00eenclin\u0103
\nde team\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde iertare nu este<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unde iertare nu este
\ncontinu\u0103 aprig\u0103 lupta.<\/p>\n

Nici uitarea nu intervine,
\nr\u0103m\u00e2ne o pat\u0103 \u00een amintiri
\ncare nu se \u00eentinde, dar nici nu iese,<\/p>\n

poate fi o c\u0103dere \u00een gol
\nprin \u00eentunericul orb.<\/p>\n

Timpul nu mai are r\u0103bdare,
\nucide din v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u0219i ultima dorin\u021b\u0103
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 aib\u0103 remusc\u0103ri,<\/p>\n

un zid prin t\u0103cere ap\u0103r\u0103
\nchiar \u0219i pe cel \u00eenvins
\ncu speran\u021ba revan\u0219ei.<\/p>\n

R\u0103ul interior respir\u0103 \u0219i el binele
\n\u0219i \u00eencearc\u0103 schimbarea.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntar,
\npe care din talere s\u0103-mi a\u0219ez
\ngre\u0219elile dosite?<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dincolo de emo<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>ie<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-am \u00eentrecut cu vorba f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 scriu,
\ncuvintele le-am sc\u0103pat din fr\u00e2u
\ndup\u0103 ce m-am hr\u0103nit cu spusele altora
\nluate a\u0219a cum sunt.<\/p>\n

Dincolo de emo\u021bie
\nam prins \u00een bra\u021be femeia.<\/p>\n

Ca un f\u0103cut s-a n\u0103scut ideea,
\nlimba de clopot a sunetelor
\ncare urc\u0103 \u0219i coboar\u0103 pe portativ
\nalunecoas\u0103
\npe corzile viorii portocalii.<\/p>\n

Arcu\u0219ul se desprinde pe tonalit\u0103\u021bi
\ntriste \u0219i amare
\nc\u0103zute \u00een vibra\u021bii de amintiri
\n\u021besute \u00een ascunsul sufletului.<\/p>\n

Adev\u0103rul crud
\nse ridic\u0103 la suprafa\u021b\u0103 ca uleiul,
\ndar \u00eel vor arunca
\nca pe un surplus \u00eenvechit,<\/p>\n

un pui de pas\u0103re c\u0103zut din cuib<\/p>\n

acolo
\nunde nimeni nu-l ocrote\u0219te.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ascuns \u00een hazard<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u0219tiu ce por\u021bi pe umerii
\na\u0219a de albi \u0219i fragili
\nsculpta\u021bi \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/p>\n

A\u0219tept \u00een pielea tandrului
\nascuns \u00een hazard,
\ns\u0103 se \u00eenl\u0103n\u021buie pl\u0103cerea privirii
\npentru ce doresc s\u0103 ating.<\/p>\n

Cum \u00eemi vei trimite zvonul
\nt\u0103inuit, plin de speran\u021b\u0103
\nce urc\u0103 prin s\u00e2nge \u0219i cap\u0103t\u0103 putere.<\/p>\n

\u0218i a\u0219a cuvintele-mi cap\u0103t\u0103 v\u00e2n\u0103,
\nde semne \u00een trup se nasc
\ndin lumina iubirii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Setea s\u0103rat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ea era plecat\u0103
\nunde florile au cearc\u0103ne colorate
\n\u0219i l\u0103crrimeaz\u0103 cu arome amare
\ns\u0103rut\u00e2nd dimine\u021bile cu rou\u0103,<\/p>\n

urmeaz\u0103 s\u0103 soseasc\u0103-n amiaz\u0103
\nde pe c\u0103rarea cu cire\u0219ii cop\u021bi
\nc-un sur\u00e2s vis\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103 vara nu mai e var\u0103
\n\u0219i setea a devenit s\u0103rat\u0103,
\niar cerul gurii o cupol\u0103 uscat\u0103
\nsm\u0103l\u021buit\u0103 fibros,<\/p>\n

prinde pe margini sunetele
\n\u0219i ele cad \u00een ispit\u0103,
\nprivesc femeia cu al\u021bi ochi
\nde sub genele aspre.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Zilele au orele arse<\/strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu e\u0219ti femeie mai adev\u0103rat\u0103,
\nplin\u0103 de \u00eencredere,
\nde aceea urci treapt\u0103 cu treapt\u0103
\no scar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 niciun sprijin
\ndoar admirat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen vreme ce ziduri se tot \u00eenal\u021b\u0103
\nnu ai team\u0103 de ele,<\/p>\n

prive\u0219ti din fiecare unghi, lumina,
\no cau\u021bi \u00een toate obiectele \u0219i fiin\u021bele
\n\u0219i o faci nemuritoare.<\/p>\n

Zilele au orele arse
\n\u00een arome galbene de crin.<\/p>\n

Pe am\u00e2ndoi ne fascineaz\u0103
\ncrepusculul
\nce se pierde tainic \u00een suflet
\ncu iubire.<\/p>\n

O recunosc mai sub<\/strong>\u021b<\/strong>ire<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rupt\u0103 din coastele fragile
\no recunosc mai sub\u021bire,
\nmai verde dec\u00e2t copacul furtunii
\ncu r\u0103d\u0103cinile \u00een aerul
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntului gras,<\/p>\n

ea \u00ee\u0219i pune amprenta
\npe inima pietrelor de mustesc,<\/p>\n

privirea-i se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103
\ncu tandre\u021be subtil\u0103.<\/p>\n

Se furi\u0219eaz\u0103 \u00een lucruri,
\nvorbe\u0219te cu ele
\nde m\u0103 subjug\u0103 cu dragostea
\nrupt\u0103 din trup.<\/p>\n

Tot ce pot s\u0103 mai zic, nu zic.<\/p>\n

Sur\u00e2sul ei luminos
\n\u0219i aura-i celest\u0103
\nm\u0103 cuprind.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noaptea t\u0103cerii<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noaptea t\u0103cerii albastre
\nnu are trup,
\nse tope\u0219te prin \u00eentunericul
\nstr\u0103puns de stele aprinse.<\/p>\n

Noaptea t\u0103cerii surde
\nvoce nu are,
\nse disipeaz\u0103 \u00een aer
\nlipsit\u0103 de umbre.<\/p>\n

Noaptea t\u0103ceru sublime
\ndezbr\u0103cat\u0103 complet,
\nse pierde pe sine
\n\u00een bra\u021bele apelor mari.<\/p>\n

Noaptea t\u0103cerii mirate
\nnu are picioare,
\ndar fuge speriat\u0103
\nde lumina dimine\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Noaptea t\u0103cerii f\u0103r\u0103 iubire
\ne un \u00eentuneric absurd
\nprin care trec visele
\npe malul cel\u0103lalt al dragostei.<\/p>\n

Noaptea t\u0103cerii de foc
\ne un fulger prin inim\u0103
\nce-i lumineaz\u0103 ad\u00e2ncul
\nf\u00e2nt\u00e2nii din sufletul durerii.<\/p>\n

De dragul atingerii<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu ai fost umbra risipei de ve\u0219minte
\nl\u0103sate s\u0103 cad\u0103 pe fa\u021ba lunii
\nde la fereastra timpului
\npe marginea \u00eentunericului
\nmirat de at\u00e2ta iubire.<\/p>\n

Noaptea p\u0103rea o fiin\u021b\u0103 disimulat\u0103
\nuitat\u0103 afar\u0103 de paz\u0103,
\nlini\u0219tea avea ochi rotitori
\nca dou\u0103 stele ce schimb\u0103 priviri
\nde dragul atingerii.<\/p>\n

Tot ce n-apuc s\u0103-\u021bi spun
\nadoarme-n cuvinte
\n\u00eentr-un vis.<\/p>\n

De acolo te priveghez
\ncu r\u0103suflarea t\u0103iat\u0103
\ncum cobori l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine
\n\u00eenl\u0103tur\u00e2nd aerul mut.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Patimi s\u0103lbatice la p\u00e2nd\u0103<\/p>\n

Spune-mi cine-i cel ce nu \u0219tie
\nc\u00e2t\u0103 dragoste mai are
\ns\u0103 \u00eempart\u0103,<\/p>\n

prigone\u0219te r\u0103bdarea,
\nnu are nevoie de ea.<\/p>\n

\u00cen el se r\u00e2nduiesc patimile
\ns\u0103lbatice la p\u00e2nd\u0103
\ndincolo de verbe.<\/p>\n

Prinde \u00eentre degete destinul
\nca pe un pui de pas\u0103re
\npe care-l m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie,<\/p>\n

adaug\u0103 zilelor culoarea iubirii,
\nle umple cu nesf\u00e2r\u0219ire.<\/p>\n

Las\u0103-m\u0103 doar s\u0103 ghiceasc
\ncuvintele pe care le cau\u021bi
\n\u0219i o s\u0103 scriu adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014-<\/p>\n

Nicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU S\u00c2RBU<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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