{"id":44191,"date":"2019-04-03T06:43:03","date_gmt":"2019-04-03T06:43:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=44191"},"modified":"2019-04-03T06:51:40","modified_gmt":"2019-04-03T06:51:40","slug":"vasile-filip-iubirea-%e2%80%93-stare-celesta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/04\/03\/vasile-filip-iubirea-%e2%80%93-stare-celesta\/","title":{"rendered":"Vasile FILIP: Iubirea \u2013 stare celest\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Din cele 47 de volume \u2013 proz\u0103, poezie, publicistic\u0103, eseuri, jurnal, cuget\u0103ri \u2013 pe care scriitoarea Vavila Popovici le-a publicat p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u015fitul anului 2018, unele sunt bilingve. Tr\u0103ind de c\u00e2\u0163iva ani \u00een America, generozitatea-i deja bine \u015ftiut\u0103 \u00een \u0163ara de ba\u015ftin\u0103 s-a amplificat, cititorul de limb\u0103 englez\u0103 av\u00e2nd astfel \u015fansa de a constata c\u0103 scriitori demni de apreciat nasc pretutindeni. Chiar \u015fi \u00een limbile care nu se bucur\u0103 de avantajul circula\u0163iei interna\u0163ionale<\/em> f\u0103r\u0103 restric\u0163ii. De\u015fi, nu doar \u00een glum\u0103 vorbind, cele c\u00e2teva bune milioane de rom\u00e2ni r\u0103sp\u00e2ndi\u0163i pe toate meridianele globului ar putea s\u0103 impun\u0103 \u015fi o astfel de deschidere.<\/p>\n

\u201e\u00cenchin acest pahar iubirii\u201d, carte de versuri \u00een rom\u00e2n\u0103-englez\u0103, Made in the USA, SC, 21 november 2018<\/em> (Translation (english) Teodora Stoica, Vavila Popovici), este \u00eenchinat\u0103, sublim omagiu, acelei st\u0103ri umane numit\u0103 simplu, cu un singur cuv\u00e2nt: iubire<\/em>. Sau dragoste<\/em>. O stare pe care nimeni nu a p\u0103truns-o \u00een \u00eentreaga ei alc\u0103tuire, fiindc\u0103 omul \u2013 alc\u0103tuit din virtu\u0163i \u015fi servitu\u0163i \u2013 se mul\u0163ume\u015fte adesea, \u015fi se bucur\u0103, cu ceea ce i se ofer\u0103. El nu mai are nici timp \u015fi nici r\u0103bdare \u2013 curiozitate m\u0103car \u2013 s\u0103 cerceteze \u015fi s\u0103 analizeze st\u0103rile pe care le tr\u0103ie\u015fte. Superficialitate? Nu! Sl\u0103biciune! Nu sunt original \u00een ceea ce scriu, m-au inspirat chiar versurile poetei Vavila Popovici: \u201eCine n-a v\u0103zut, n-a cunoscut\/ fiorul, nebunia clipelor de iubire,\/ acela n-a tr\u0103it!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Dincolo de privirea blajin\u0103, de calda str\u00e2ngere de m\u00e2n\u0103, de m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierile cu virtu\u0163ile unor adieri de v\u00e2nt prielnic, de prima \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fare, de primul s\u0103rut, \u015fi de toate cele care pot fi considerate prefe\u0163e la un posibil mare roman de dragoste, starea de profund\u0103 iubire dob\u00e2nde\u015fte, f\u0103r\u0103 voia celui atins de aceast\u0103 celest\u0103 arip\u0103, dimensiuni \u015fi ad\u00e2ncimi pe care nici chiar \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163ii celebri din marea literatur\u0103 a lumii nu le-au p\u0103truns \u015fi, deci, nu le-au t\u0103lm\u0103cit spre \u00een\u0163elegerea tuturor. \u00cen acele clipe de total\u0103 d\u0103ruire, protagonistul \u00ee\u015fi pierde identitatea; el se d\u0103ruie sim\u0163\u0103m\u00e2ntului, iar \u00een\u0103l\u0163area pe care o simte seam\u0103n\u0103 \u015fi cu o c\u0103dere \u00een neant. Toate cele \u00ee\u015fi pierd contururile, uitarea de sine ia locul lucidit\u0103\u0163ii: \u201eEu m-am n\u0103scut ca s\u0103 iubesc, nu ca s\u0103 ur\u0103sc\u201d<\/em> \u2013 se m\u0103rturisea anticul Sofocle. \u00cel\u00a0 completa Cicero: \u201eDac\u0103 se \u00eenl\u0103tur\u0103 iubirea \u015fi bun\u0103tatea, toat\u0103 bucuria vie\u0163ii dispare\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

Iar Vavila Popovici, cea atins\u0103 \u2013 \u015fi \u00een dragoste \u2013 de aripa Divinit\u0103\u0163ii, roste\u015fte \u00eentrebarea: \u201eAm iubit prea mult, prea multe, Doamne?\u201d<\/em> Pe care o \u015fi t\u0103lm\u0103ce\u015fte, prin intermediul unor posibile explica\u0163ii, cu iz de regrete: \u201eAm r\u0103t\u0103cit prea mult printre str\u0103ini\/ pierz\u00e2nd mereu iubiri,\/ De se termin\u0103 totul at\u00e2t de pripit,\/ at\u00e2t de stupid? Prea mult \u00een jocurile vie\u0163ii m-am risipit?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Despre iubire s-a scris mult \u2013 poate cel mai mult \u2013 \u015fi \u00een fel \u015fi chip. Nici un portret, mai amplu \u015fi mai divers, dec\u00e2t acela al Iubirii<\/em>, nu a fost zugr\u0103vit \u00een cuvinte. Iubirea \u2013 personaj principal. Deopotriv\u0103 ziditoare \u015fi distrug\u0103toare. F\u0103r\u0103 de ea, \u00eens\u0103, omul nu este complet. Pas\u0103re cu o singur\u0103 arip\u0103. De aceea: \u201eLumineaz\u0103-mi, Doamne, g\u00e2ndul iubirii,\/ acum,\/ \u00een clipa-n care-n\u0163elesul lumii m\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2ne\u015fte,\/ \u015fi triste\u0163ea din suflet \u2013 gone\u015fte-o!\u201d<\/em> Pentru c\u0103: \u201e\u00cens\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163at-a Dumnezeu \u00een suflete\/ cea mai puternic\u0103 s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u0103 \u2013 Iubirea.\/ A \u00eencol\u0163it, a aprins r\u0103d\u0103cini ad\u00e2nci;\/ a r\u0103s\u0103rit, a rodit,\/ copac puternic a devenit.\/ Au \u00eencercat unii s\u0103-i taie crengile,\/ copacul a \u00eenceput a pl\u00e2nge…\/ R\u0103d\u0103cinile nimeni nu i le-a putut smulge,\/ semn c\u0103 iubirea din nou va r\u0103s\u0103ri,\/ c\u0103ci f\u0103r\u0103 acest puternic copac,\/ via\u0163a,\/ via\u0163\u0103 nu se poate numi\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

Prin versurile sale, Vavila Popovici nu idealizeaz\u0103 sim\u0163\u0103m\u00e2ntul iubirii. Acesta este \u00een egal\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103 terestru \u015fi selenar. \u201ePas\u0103rea albastr\u0103 vine,\/ st\u0103 c\u00e2teva clipe \u00een preajma ta,\/ \u015fi zboar\u0103. \/ Tu r\u0103m\u00e2i c-o pan\u0103 din aripa ei.\u201d<\/em> Nici o alt\u0103 tr\u0103ire uman\u0103 nu produce at\u00e2t de multe \u015fi diverse efecte asupra celui d\u0103ruit; \u00eentre durere \u015fi fericire, paleta este nem\u0103surabil\u0103. Ca unul care a traversat cam toate aceste ape \u2013 mai lini\u015ftite \u015fi mai m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietoare, sau mai tulburi \u015fi mai \u00eenv\u00e2lvorate \u2013 le are \u00een vedere pe toate. Concluzia la care se opre\u015fte este, \u00eens\u0103, una ce nu poate fi contestat\u0103: \u201eArareori iubim \u015fi uneori uit\u0103m s\u0103 mai iubim.\/ Uit\u0103m s\u0103 p\u0103str\u0103m iubirii\/ acel loc sf\u00e2nt \u00een inima noastr\u0103;\/ o alung\u0103m \u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2nem\/ precum copacii dezgoli\u0163i de-a lor podoab\u0103…\u201d \u201eOmule,\/ (…) \u00cenva\u0163\u0103 s\u0103 iube\u015fti oamenii,\/ a\u015fa cum te iube\u015fti pe tine!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Prin aceast\u0103 carte de poezie, scriitoarea Vavila Popovici \u00eenchin\u0103 iubirii nu doar un pahar plin cu sf\u00e2nta licoare a vie\u0163ii. Se d\u0103ruie f\u0103r\u0103 re\u0163inere, \u00een \u00eentreaga-i alc\u0103tuire, ca \u015fi cum ea \u00eens\u0103\u015fi ar fi \u2013 \u015fi chiar este \u2013 miracolul acelei licori. \u201eGre\u015fesc oare c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd ve\u015fnic flori\/ cu miros de iubire\/ printre firele de iarb\u0103 p\u00e2rjolite\/ de focul prea arz\u0103tor al dragostei pierdute?\u201d<\/em> \u00cen viziunea autoarei, dragostea este cea mai mare produc\u0103toare de lumin\u0103: \u201ePoate s\u0103 fie-ntuneric afar\u0103\/ \u015fi cerul f\u0103r\u0103 de stele \u015fi lun\u0103,\/ dac\u0103 \u00een sufletul meu e lumin\u0103,\/ eu v\u0103d!\u201d <\/em>Tocmai din acest motiv \u201e\u00cenchin acest pahar iubirii \u015fi-o chem\/ s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u2013 \u201eacas\u0103\u201d!\u201d<\/em> Acas\u0103<\/em> put\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eensemne \u015fi Rom\u00e2nia, \u015fi America. Dar, mai ales, acas\u0103<\/em> este fiin\u0163a ce poart\u0103 numele Vavila Popovici. Cea care nu uit\u0103 c\u0103 a fost iubit\u0103 \u015fi a iubit \u00eentotdeauna \u015fi c\u0103 aceast\u0103 inconfundabil\u0103 stare i-a marcat existen\u0163a \u015fi scrisul frumos. S\u0103 \u00eenchin\u0103m \u015fi noi c\u00e2te un pahar al iubirii.<\/p>\n

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

Vasile FILIP<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ia\u015fi, Rom\u00e2nia<\/strong><\/p>\n

3<\/strong> aprilie 2019<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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