{"id":45729,"date":"2019-06-29T14:27:42","date_gmt":"2019-06-29T14:27:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=45729"},"modified":"2019-06-29T14:28:51","modified_gmt":"2019-06-29T14:28:51","slug":"nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/06\/29\/nicolae-valareanu-sarbu-poeme-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Nicolae V\u0102L\u0102REANU S\u00c2RBU: Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"

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<\/strong>E alb\u0103 noaptea<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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E alb\u0103 noaptea \u015fi-mi pare c\u0103 pe drumuri
\nSe plimb\u0103 mor\u0163ii lumii
\n\u00cen robe violete,
\nArd stelele-n cenu\u015fa stropit\u0103 cu parfumuri
\nPrin somnul dulce al-mumii
\nMai trec gabriolete.
\nE at\u00e2ta necuprindere \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 duc
\nS\u0103 pun sub nasul mor\u0163ii
\nFum greu de busuioc,
\nMai vin batr\u00e2nii lumii cu fluiere de nuc
\nS\u0103-\u015fi piard\u0103 datul sor\u0163ii
\nLa jocuri de noroc.
\nE alb\u0103 noaptea \u015fi-mi pare c\u0103 pe drumuri,
\nArd stelele-n cenu\u015fa stropit\u0103 cu parfumuri.<\/p>\n

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Sunt un copac<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nu-mi mai pasc m\u00e2njii miezul copil\u0103riei
\nLa poalele dealului,
\nCu urechea lipit\u0103 de calea ferat\u0103
\n\u015ei pl\u0103cerea trenurilor care vor veni.
\nPlantele se \u00eembog\u0103\u0163eau de lumin\u0103,
\nIar sufletul era uns cu ierburi.
\nFoamea era o emo\u0163ie care d\u0103dea \u00een sete,
\nApa se limpezea c\u00e2nd bea regina florilor.<\/p>\n

Nu mai sunt feti\u0163ele care m\u0103 iubeau,
\nNici privilegiul de a ignora
\nOri de a nu \u015fti
\nCa ele urc\u0103-n trupul femeii
\nAlungate mai devreme.
\nSunt un copac pe care-l m\u00e2ngaie cerul
\nCu o \u00een\u0163elegere
\nAproape omeneasc\u0103,
\nLa marginea vie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

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Multe nu \u015ftiu<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Alung a\u015fteptarea, sorb s\u0103rutul,
\nO \u00eempreunare frust\u0103 \u00eenfr\u00e2nge fricile.
\nM\u0103 ascund \u00een el \u015fi c\u00e2nd ies la suprafa\u0163\u0103,
\nU\u015for, lene\u015f s\u0103 nu fug\u0103,
\n\u00cei beau savoarea ca vinul.<\/p>\n

\u015ei m\u0103 pierd
\ncu totul – un meteor cazut
\n\u00een universul t\u0103u lacom –
\nDoamne, multe nu \u015ftiu!<\/p>\n

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

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Aceste obiecte pe masa de scris
\n\u015fi portretul t\u0103u \u00een ram\u0103 obez\u0103
\nca ni\u015fte figurine r\u0103zle\u0163e
\nsculptate \u00een cear\u0103.
\nCochilia de scoic\u0103
\n\u00een care a sc\u0103pat un fir de nisip
\ndin care s-a format o perl\u0103
\n\u015fi g\u00e2ndul la s\u0103rutul pe g\u00e2tul cu perle
\nc\u00e2nd singur\u0103tatea m\u0103 leag\u0103 de scaun
\n\u015fi vine miezul nop\u0163ii
\nca un pustiu
\ndin care nu mai apari.<\/p>\n

Apoi p\u0103ianjenii
\ncare \u0163es o p\u00e2nz\u0103
\npe care vreau s\u0103-\u0163i ilustrez
\npoemul \u00eens\u0103ilat pe h\u00e2rtie,
\nnoaptea.<\/p>\n

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nu \u015ftiu cum va fi mai departe<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

o femeie-n delir cu umerii fragili
\nse plimb\u0103 pe str\u0103zile ora\u015fului de cea\u0163\u0103
\nse poate intui-n t\u0103cere, vibra\u0163ia \u015foaptelor ei
\nmirosul prafului cu iz de m\u00e2zg\u0103
\nprivirea-i sticloas\u0103 sub pleoape, g\u00e2ndul fugar,
\n\u00een nelini\u015ftea care-i tremur\u0103 glasul<\/p>\n

o amenin\u0163\u0103 clipele bolnave
\nare o greutate de bolovan \u00een piept
\nnu poate trece prin nep\u0103sare dincolo
\numbl\u0103 dup\u0103 o iubire de aer
\nprin partea nev\u0103zut\u0103 a b\u0103rbatului<\/p>\n

\u015fi-i gata s\u0103 pun\u0103 pe masa dragostei
\nsufletul, lumini\u015ful g\u00e2ndurilor, ziua de m\u00e2ine
\ns\u0103 le guste \u00eempreun\u0103 pu\u0163in c\u00e2te pu\u0163in
\nf\u0103r\u0103 pretexte inutile
\ngasindu-se \u00eenscri\u015fi unul \u00eentr-altul
\nca focul \u00eentr-un cerc
\n\u015fi la cap\u0103tul drumului c\u00e2nd vor deveni liberi
\nvor sim\u0163i sentimentele cum \u0163\u00e2\u015fnesc
\n\u015fi-\u015fi vor \u00eembr\u0103\u015fi\u015fa umbra
\nla care vor r\u0103m\u00e2ne fiecare singur<\/p>\n

nu \u015ftiu cum va fi mai departe
\nf\u0103r\u0103 fream\u0103tul urm\u0103torelor nop\u0163i
\nrestituite iubirii<\/p>\n

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

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Schijele vremii \u00eel loviser\u0103 din mers
\nca un fulger care a scrijelit copacul
\na mers mai departe c\u0103lare prin destin
\ncu un orgoliu mo\u015ftenit din neam
\ncare-i stopa plec\u0103rile
\npe drumuri f\u0103r\u0103 izb\u00e2nd\u0103<\/p>\n

Niciodat\u0103 zilele \u015fi nop\u0163ile nu erau la fel
\naveau riscul presupus al c\u0103ut\u0103rii
\naura solemn\u0103 f\u0103cea din el
\nun sf\u00e2nt supus gre\u015felii oamenilor
\npe care le \u00een\u0163elegea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le suporte cu u\u015furin\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cu timpul
\nclipele ag\u0103\u0163ate de marginea nelini\u015ftii
\nalunecau \u00een gustul de cenu\u015fe al mor\u0163ii
\ncum se aud pic\u0103turile de ploaie
\nlovind umerii \u00eencovoia\u0163i.
\nLinii fr\u00e2nte t\u0103iate pe fe\u0163e sp\u0103l\u0103cite
\ncicatrici l\u0103sate de-a latul privirii
\neste tot ce voiam s\u0103 nu se \u00eent\u00e2mple
\ntrecerea s\u0103 fie a unui \u00een\u0163elept
\n\u015fi nu o lamentare banal\u0103
\na sf\u00e2r\u015fitului firesc
\n\u00eent\u00e2mplat mai demult
\ndac\u0103 norocul nu era acas\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Fluturi negri<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u015etiu, turnurile nop\u0163ii spre lun\u0103 se-nclin\u0103
\nPe acoperi\u015furi vin p\u0103s\u0103ri mari de prad\u0103,
\nDin clipe prinse-n iris ies iele de lumin\u0103
\nCu dansul lor \u00een cercuri spectacol de estrad\u0103.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103 bezna \u015fi nu am o sclipire
\nVin dezert\u0103ri \u015fi temeri cu gustul lor de fiere,
\n\u015ei zbuciumul nadejdii aproape-i de topire
\n\u00cen cupe \u00ee\u015fi \u0163es p\u00e2nza paianjenii-n t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n

Prin c\u00e2mpurile arse descoperi-vei drumul,
\n\u00censingurat \u015fi gol e\u015fti, un izgonit din lume,
\nVai, unde sunt b\u0103rba\u0163ii cu ochii lor ca scrumul?
\n\u015ei cui s\u0103-i spun acuma ce m\u0103 fram\u00e2nt\u0103-anume?<\/p>\n

Te cheam\u0103 voci difuze din spa\u0163iu de oriunde
\n\u015ei netezind t\u0103ios, sunt cuvintele ca-n palm\u0103,
\nTrec, parc\u0103, fluturi negri prin umbrele rotunde
\n\u015ei-n marginile vie\u0163ii alunecarea-i calm\u0103.<\/p>\n

Eu sunt drume\u0163ul cu ochii de praf<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Te adun din bra\u0163ele austrului de var\u0103
\ns\u0103-\u0163i simt sarea secetei albe,
\n\u00een umbrarul s\u0103lciilor de l\u00e2ng\u0103 r\u00e2u
\nca pe o prin\u0163es\u0103 a c\u00e2mpiilor arse.<\/p>\n

E\u015fti fata cu sufletul plin de semin\u0163e
\n\u015fi trupul ml\u0103diu ca spicul de gr\u00e2u,
\nprin s\u00e2ngele t\u0103u trec recolte de fluturi
\n\u00een m\u0103duv\u0103 odihnesc obosi\u0163i \u0163\u0103ranii.<\/p>\n

Ziua e o dogoare \u00een bobul l\u0103ptos
\nnoaptea o petrecere c\u0103lare pe m\u00e2nji,
\nne\u00eenv\u0103\u0163a\u0163i s\u0103 zboare prin colbul uscat
\nprecum caii struni\u0163i din d\u00e2rlog.<\/p>\n

La r\u0103scruce de stele aproape de zori
\n\u00eenfiorate ierburile a\u015fteapt\u0103 coasa,
\ncioc\u00e2rlia \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencearc\u0103 glasul \u00een zbor
\ntu cu patim\u0103 s\u0103ru\u0163i macii \u00een somn.<\/p>\n

Eu sunt drume\u0163ul cu ochii de praf
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 cump\u0103na f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii cu ciutur\u0103,
\nm\u0103 r\u0103coresc sub salc\u00e2mii umbro\u015fi
\n\u015fi te a\u015ftept s\u0103 vii c\u0103lare din lanuri.<\/p>\n

Satul meu<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nop\u0163ile albe,
\nsatul cobor\u00e2nd \u00een genunchi pe deal.
\nStelele juc\u00e2ndu-se deasupra viilor
\n\u015fi luna \u00eensetat\u0103 de \u00eentuneric,
\nsus pe creasta p\u0103durii de stejari
\nlumineaz\u0103 vesel turla bisericii.<\/p>\n

Pomii \u00eenflori\u0163i,
\nlegatura dintre sat \u015fi cerul s\u0103u,
\nalinia\u0163i pe o pant\u0103
\ndincolo de drumul ve\u015fniciei.
\nDincoace se deschid ferestrele
\nsatul ascult\u0103 c\u00e2ntecul coco\u015filor,
\nsemin\u0163ele se arunc\u0103 prin aer
\nla hotarul dintre apele clare.<\/p>\n

Aerul desprim\u0103v\u0103rat de p\u0103cate
\nmiroase a cimbru \u015fi busuioc verde,
\n\u00een locul acesta s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat s\u0103 m\u0103 nasc
\nfiu izgonit cu ochi de p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/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

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