{"id":45519,"date":"2019-06-12T15:08:23","date_gmt":"2019-06-12T15:08:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=45519"},"modified":"2019-06-12T15:08:23","modified_gmt":"2019-06-12T15:08:23","slug":"liana-nicolae-uimiri-lirice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/06\/12\/liana-nicolae-uimiri-lirice\/","title":{"rendered":"Liana NICOLAE: Uimiri lirice"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Ne-am \u00eentrebat?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u201dCunosc mul\u021bi oameni care de departe par ceva, iar de aproape nimic.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0(La Fontaine, Despre oameni \u0219i valoare)<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2t de important este s\u0103 \u0219tim pentru ce tr\u0103im \u0219i ce facem cu via\u021ba noastr\u0103<\/p>\n

Poate sub cenu\u0219a zilelor noastre vom g\u0103si\u00a0 gr\u0103un\u021bele de aur al adev\u0103rului<\/p>\n

Eterna contradic\u021bie dintre medita\u021bie \u0219i venerare unde fiecare are o durere<\/p>\n

Numai c\u0103 durerea \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219it\u0103 cu al\u021bii este mult mai mic\u0103 \u0219i mai u\u0219oar\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u0103ut\u00e2nd ceea ce nimeni nu g\u0103se\u0219te afl\u0103m licoarea amar\u0103 a renun\u021b\u0103rii<\/p>\n

Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 un scriitor trebuie s\u0103 fie un filosof, s\u0103 nu opreasc\u0103 lumina<\/p>\n

Sau un purt\u0103tor al for\u021belor \u00een\u021belegerii, o fereastr\u0103 care s\u0103 r\u0103sp\u00e2ndeasc\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u0103 filtreze lumina cu grij\u0103, s\u0103 nu stea \u00een calea ei, s\u0103-ndr\u0103geasc\u0103 realitatea<\/p>\n

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Nu v\u0103-n\u021beleg pe voi, care v\u0103 rezema\u021bi de stele, aproape m-a\u021bi \u00eencol\u0103cit<\/p>\n

Nu pe mine ci intui\u021bia mea, \u00een\u021belegerea mea fa\u021b\u0103 de triste\u021be sau boal\u0103<\/p>\n

M\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam \u0219i la tine, cel care m\u0103 iube\u0219ti \u00een t\u0103cere, oare m\u0103-n\u021belegi?<\/p>\n

Sau \u021bi-e team\u0103 s\u0103 recuno\u0219ti sau vrei s\u0103 renun\u021bi de\u0219i aceasta nu este u\u0219or<\/p>\n

Nu este un lucru prea vesel s\u0103 te joci de-a cuvintele, s\u0103 opre\u0219ti fulgerele<\/p>\n

Renun\u021barea nu este un lucru fericit, apleac\u0103-te peste relele lumii cunoscute<\/p>\n

C\u0103 nu este a\u0219a deprimant\u0103 precum pare, s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 nimeni nu scap\u0103 de triste\u021be<\/p>\n

Umilin\u021b\u0103 sau durere, frumuse\u021be, de compasiuni universale necondi\u021bionate<\/p>\n

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Ce bine e s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti, e a\u0219a de bine, depinde cum prive\u0219ti dezam\u0103girile<\/p>\n

De foarte multe ori, dorin\u021ba \u00eempiedic\u0103 sau distruge bucuria, ne ascundem<\/p>\n

De mirosul acvatic, de-nceputuri, de cel care ne dore\u0219te \u00eenveninat \u0219i m\u00e2ndru<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bii uneori \u00ee\u0219i doresc ceea ce nu au, le e greu, team\u0103 de un nou \u00eenceput<\/p>\n

Astfel pot alege s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 singuri, sf\u00e2r\u0219i\u021bi, f\u0103r\u0103 o nou\u0103 tr\u0103ire, f\u0103r\u0103 alt \u00eenceput<\/p>\n

Se simt bine \u00eentr-un pustiu f\u0103r\u0103 oaze, neasemuit de ieftin, cu ceruri pr\u0103bu\u0219ite<\/p>\n

Dorin\u021ba lor nu dispare total, se folosesc de litere mute, lu\u00e2nd-o de la-nceput<\/p>\n

Priveam p\u0103s\u0103rile ciripind pe frunzi\u0219ul iederii, p\u00e2n\u0103 nu mai mi-era sete de fericire<\/p>\n

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

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M\u0103 dor ochii, m\u0103 doare lumina, m\u0103 doare soarele, iubirea, m\u0103 doare dorul<\/em><\/p>\n

M\u0103 doare imaginea, somnul, m\u0103 doare lumina, m\u0103 pl\u00e2nge pl\u00e2nsul \u0219i lacrima<\/p>\n

\u0218i aducerea aminte, m\u0103 dor prietenii-neprietenii, m\u0103 sf\u00e2rtec\u0103 timpul nemilos<\/p>\n

M\u0103 taie via\u021ba, \u00eemi explodeaz\u0103 mintea \u0219i z\u00e2mbetul, c\u00e2te nu m\u0103 dor, num\u0103rate<\/p>\n

Cel mai mult m\u0103 doare omul, <\/em>omul uitat, am\u00e2natule, nev\u0103zutule \u0219i ap\u0103rutule<\/p>\n

\u0218i disp\u0103rutule, anii r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi, r\u0103zvr\u0103ti\u021bi de neumbl\u0103ri \u0219i reveniri \u0219i c\u00e2te m\u0103 dor<\/p>\n

\u0218i desp\u0103r\u021birile, reg\u0103sirile, sf\u00e2r\u0219itul \u0219i-nceputul, via\u021ba \u0219i ce mai este dincolo<\/p>\n

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Toate m\u0103 uimesc, Doamne, chiar nu te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti la mine, s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 \u0219i fiin\u021ba Ta<\/p>\n

M\u0103 doare cu puterea \u0219i permanen\u021ba Ei, iat\u0103, m\u0103 uit\u0103 uitarea, m\u0103 ur\u0103\u0219te ura<\/p>\n

M\u0103 iart\u0103 iertarea, m\u0103 \u0219uier\u0103 trenul, m\u0103 bate austrul \u00een suflet \u0219i inima ce face?<\/p>\n

Ea e mereu b\u0103t\u0103lie, ca pe front, r\u0103pus\u0103, la r\u0103zboi, c\u00e2nd pl\u00e2nge, c\u00e2nd r\u00e2de<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd bate mai rar sau uit\u0103, a pedepsit-o trupul meu pr\u0103p\u0103dit, tare \u00eenvechit<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103iesc tr\u0103irea, iubesc iubirea, mor murirea, c\u00e2nt c\u00e2ntarea, iubesc omul-om<\/p>\n

\u00cent\u00e2mplarea-ne\u00eent\u00e2mplarea, visare-nevisare, joaca-joac\u0103, tr\u0103darea-minciuna<\/p>\n

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M\u0103-ncal\u021b\u0103 drumul, m\u0103 descal\u021b\u0103 pragul, m\u0103 \u00eempodobe\u0219te seara \u0219i diminea\u021ba<\/p>\n

Ce multe treceri m-au c\u0103lcat, ce multe drumuri m-au pr\u0103dat, p\u00e2n\u0103 la epuizare<\/p>\n

Via\u021b\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit\u0103 \u00eentre bagaje, avioane \u0219i aeroporturi, \u00eentre fr\u0103m\u00e2ntate enigme<\/p>\n

Ce accidente m-au lovit, c\u00e2\u021bi copii am pierdut, c\u00e2te umbre am preschimbat<\/p>\n

Cum un vultur lovit, s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd a c\u0103zut pe capul meu, c\u00e2te zile l-am \u00eengrijit<\/p>\n

M\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cisem pe z\u0103pezi r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ite, acolo am descifrat un pas de b\u0103rbat, o u\u0219\u0103<\/p>\n

Un sunet de cheie, unde sunt acum, cine sunt, unde merg, unde m\u0103 opresc?!<\/p>\n

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\u0218i m\u0103 mai doare cerul, valul, malul, copacii, orizontul, marea, ecoul nop\u021bii<\/p>\n

Muntele \u0219i brazii, m\u0103 doare mugetul cerbului \u0219i ochii c\u0103prioarei pl\u0103p\u00e2nde<\/p>\n

Lumea, fiin\u021b\u0103-nefiin\u021b\u0103, dep\u0103rtarea-apropierea, omul-c\u0103zut, omul-ridicat<\/p>\n

Copilul pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, vi\u021belul mugind, mama \u0219i tata cu dorul de mine \u00een lini\u0219tea<\/p>\n

\u0218i pacea lor t\u0103cut\u0103 \u0219i c\u00e2te m\u0103 mai dor, Doamne!? Libertatea, s\u0103n\u0103tatea<\/p>\n

Poemul, da, poemul \u0219i minciuna, m\u0103i, m\u0103 doare, c\u0103 este prea mult\u0103 nesim\u021bire<\/p>\n

A\u0219teptare \u00een nea\u0219teptare, gloria f\u0103r\u0103 merit, condamnarea nedreapt\u0103-nelegal\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

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Fic\u021biune<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Totul este fic\u021biune<\/p>\n

Realitate min\u021bit\u0103<\/p>\n

O-nalt\u0103 lini\u0219te-nv\u0103luit\u0103-n fum<\/p>\n

Tremur\u0103 pe zidul putred<\/p>\n

Totul s-a terminat, n-a fost nimic<\/p>\n

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Nici dreptate, nici sentiment<\/p>\n

Nici \u00eemplinire doar o fals\u0103 victorie<\/p>\n

Doar o-nchipuire, o minciun\u0103 t\u00e2rzie<\/p>\n

O c\u0103dere bolnav\u0103, \u00eengropat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cen t\u0103cere strivit\u0103 de ad\u00e2ncul palid<\/p>\n

Al exilului sau al nim\u0103nui<\/p>\n

Totul este frig \u0219i noapte<\/p>\n

Camera-nchis\u0103 miroase a mucegai<\/p>\n

Nu spun nim\u0103nui ce dor mi-e de-acas\u0103<\/p>\n

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A\u0219tept cobor\u00e2rea \u00een somn, moartea<\/p>\n

Este mai u\u0219oar\u0103 dec\u00e2t aceast\u0103 \u00eenchisoare<\/p>\n

Cu microfoane-n perete, convorbiri ascultate<\/p>\n

Cu-nchisoarea libert\u0103\u021bii ornat\u0103 cu ipocrizie<\/p>\n

Cu sur\u00e2s \u0219i z\u00e2mbet false, demnitare<\/p>\n

Ca o periculoas\u0103 lupt\u0103, fanatic\u0103, groaznic\u0103<\/p>\n

N-am chef de voi, de gesturile voastre infirme<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t\u0103 diploma\u021bie \u00een c\u0103derea voastr\u0103 ieftin\u0103<\/p>\n

Ce mici sunte\u021bi, superficiali, neputincio\u0219i<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t v\u0103 sfidez, \u00eemi sunte\u021bi indiferen\u021bi<\/p>\n

Goi, f\u0103r\u0103 suflet \u0219i minte abstract\u0103<\/p>\n

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Ideogram\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Am at\u00e2tea de f\u0103cut<\/p>\n

C\u0103 sonorit\u0103\u021bile chem\u0103rii vie\u021bii vibreaz\u0103<\/p>\n

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Am intrat pe o str\u0103du\u021b\u0103 prelung\u0103<\/p>\n

Norii au r\u0103mas suspenda\u021bi<\/p>\n

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Am auzit o mul\u021bime de voci<\/p>\n

Aproape \u0219i foarte departe<\/p>\n

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Cineva m\u0103 strig\u0103 pe nume, cu sonorit\u0103\u021bi vibrante<\/p>\n

N-am cu ce compara calea dreapt\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u0103ldura m\u0103 obose\u0219te, capul \u00eemi este greu<\/p>\n

Merg cu sentimentul drept\u0103\u021bii \u0219i al respectului<\/p>\n

Dialoghez cu iluzia judec\u0103\u021bii de apoi<\/p>\n

Cu roata soarelui prezic\u0103toare de simboluri<\/p>\n

Cu ideograma etern\u0103 a misterului omenirii<\/p>\n

Grandioas\u0103 pe clipa sortit\u0103 a odihnei zbuciumate<\/p>\n

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Sunt omul izolat, c\u0103zut, \u00eengenunchiat<\/p>\n

Prea ocupat pentru acest secol<\/p>\n

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R\u0103nit, exilat, \u0219chiop\u0103t\u00e2nd \u00een v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

M\u0103re\u021b ca o iluzie, ca o absen\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Ca Tour Eiffel sprijinit pe Sena-ntunecat\u0103<\/p>\n

Mai departe Notre-Dame \u00eentoars\u0103 spre mine<\/p>\n

Sur\u00e2de, m\u0103sur\u00e2ndu-mi neast\u00e2mp\u0103rul<\/p>\n

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

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Niciun scop uman obi\u0219nuit nu seam\u0103m\u0103 cu realizarea de sine, cu lini\u0219tea<\/p>\n

Cu mintea golit\u0103, repet\u00e2nd \u00eentruna c\u0103 nu exist\u0103 pustiu \u00een medita\u021bie eficient\u0103<\/p>\n

Mai bine stau lini\u0219tit\u0103, con\u0219tient\u0103, concentrat\u0103 pe respira\u021bie, pe voce cald\u0103<\/p>\n

Nu exist\u0103 dec\u00e2t incapacitatea noastr\u0103 de a str\u0103punge golul \u00een care tr\u0103im<\/p>\n

Nu ne r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t s\u0103 a\u0219tept\u0103m, g\u00e2ndul \u0103sta ne ajut\u0103, hai, s\u0103 recunoa\u0219tem<\/p>\n

C\u0103 sper\u0103m neav\u00e2nd ceva mai bun, s\u0103 a\u0219tept\u0103m oric\u00e2t s\u0103 ne ferim de nimic<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103 c\u0103 m-a prins noaptea \u00een somnul b\u0103rbatului meu, acum \u00eenfrunt\u0103 trecutul<\/p>\n

\u00cei aud respira\u021bia \u00een sfinte izvoare, tr\u0103im \u00een t\u0103cere pe st\u00e2nca cu vulturi c\u0103z\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

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Ce test adev\u0103rat ar da civiliza\u021bia dac\u0103 s-ar asigura condi\u021bii decente de trai<\/p>\n

Pentru c\u0103 a tr\u0103i mai bine \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u0219i a tr\u0103i cum se cuvine, \u00een moralitate<\/p>\n

Nici\u00a0 America nu are conduc\u0103tori, mai ales, morali, se minte f\u0103r\u0103 niciun motiv<\/p>\n

M\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam c\u0103 lumea a fost chiar foarte mare pentru mine, plin\u0103 de mistere<\/p>\n

Copil\u0103ria m\u0103 sorbea din miresme, cum mai sim\u021beam timpul tainic vibr\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

\u00cen schimb, lumea redus\u0103 la via\u021ba \u00een \u201ddoi\u201d, mi se p\u0103rea tainic\u0103, etern\u0103<\/p>\n

Numai c\u0103 ceea ce nu tr\u0103im la timp, nu mai tr\u0103im niciodat\u0103, r\u0103m\u00e2nem amorfi<\/p>\n

In valea nisipurilor, \u00een dansul buruienilor uscate, printre conuri uscate de brad<\/p>\n

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Ce fel de \u021bar\u0103 avem? Suntem un p\u0103m\u00e2nt de oameni singuri, at\u00e2t de singuri<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u00e2t p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i cei mai neferici\u021bi nu sunt solidari cu ei, au c\u0103zut \u00een mu\u021benie<\/p>\n

Azi avem timp pentru toate; s\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cim \u00een dreapta \u0219i \u00een st\u00e2nga, s\u0103 dormim<\/p>\n

S\u0103 vis\u0103m, s\u0103 regret\u0103m toate gre\u0219elile \u0219i apoi s\u0103 le repet\u0103m; s\u0103 ne absolvim<\/p>\n

Pe noi \u00een\u0219ine, judec\u00e2ndu-i pe al\u021bii, avem clipe s\u0103 scriem, s\u0103 citim, s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m<\/p>\n

S\u0103 regret\u0103m c\u0103 am scris lucuri grele, s\u0103 facem proiecte \u0219i s\u0103 nu le respect\u0103m<\/p>\n

S\u0103 tr\u0103im iluzii \u0219i s\u0103 scormonim prin jarul lor mai t\u00e2rziu, s\u0103 l\u0103s\u0103m \u0219i s\u0103 plec\u0103m<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ne reinvent\u0103m, s\u0103 ne str\u0103duim s\u0103 ne facem prieteni ca apoi s\u0103-i pierdem<\/p>\n

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

Liana NICOLAE
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