{"id":46217,"date":"2019-11-27T12:04:49","date_gmt":"2019-11-27T12:04:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=46217"},"modified":"2019-11-28T11:28:13","modified_gmt":"2019-11-28T11:28:13","slug":"mariana-gurza-litanie-pentru-flacara-libertatii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/11\/27\/mariana-gurza-litanie-pentru-flacara-libertatii\/","title":{"rendered":"Mariana GURZA: LITANIE pentru flac\u0103ra libert\u0103\u0163ii"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Motto<\/strong>:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0,,cerne Doamne lini\u015ftea uit\u0103rii
\npeste nesf\u00e2r\u015fita suferin\u0163\u0103
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 \u00eentinderi de credin\u0163\u0103
\n\u015fi spore\u015fte roua \u00eendur\u0103rii<\/em><\/p>\n

r\u0103s\u0103de\u015fte Doamne dragostea \u015fi crinul
\n\u00een ogorul n\u0103p\u0103dit de ur\u0103
\n\u015fi a\u015fterne peste mun\u0163i de zgur\u0103
\nlini\u015ftea iertarea \u015fi seninul\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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (Rug\u0103 <\/em>\u2013 Corneliu Coposu)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Iat\u0103-ne \u00een fa\u021ba unui nou volum de versuri \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0,,TIMI\u0218OARA \u2013 Acolade peste timp<\/em>\u201d purt\u00e2nd semn\u0103tura jurnalistului, publicistului, romancierului \u0219i poetului Marin Be\u0219cuc\u0103. Timpul scurs din decembrie 1989 \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 acum, \u0219i-a pus amprenta pe eul poetic ca o ardere de tot continu\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Volumul de fa\u021b\u0103 se dore\u0219te a fi un omagiu adus Timi\u0219oarei, unde flac\u0103ra libert\u0103\u021bii a fost aprins\u0103 de oamenii cet\u0103\u021bii. ,,\u2026Timi\u0219oara se reazem\u0103 \/cu coatele pe Bega,\/ puhoi \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0de gloan\u021be \u0219i studen\u021bi,\/ profesori, muncitori\/ s-au \u00eenviat ATUNCE\u2026\/ Phoenix \u00een Decembre!\/ f\u00e2lf\u00e2ind \u00eentre Oper\u0103\/ \u0219i Catedral\u0103\u2026 Un timp al mor\u021bii, timpul din acele vremuri odat\u0103 cu primul c\u0103zut. <\/em>Dar, ,,Bega nu spal\u0103 s\u00e2ngele,\/ Bega \u00eenc\u0103 ascult\u0103, dar\u2026\/ Bega nu iart\u0103\/ Tedeum se aude din arhitectura speran\u021bei<\/em>\u201d. (<\/strong>PREAMBULUL)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Strig\u0103tul poetului sun\u0103 ca o litanie pentru cei r\u0103pu\u0219i, pentru cei r\u0103ma\u0219i cu n\u0103zuin\u021be de bine.<\/p>\n

Parc\u0103 \u00eel aude pe Senior spun\u00e2ndu-i: ,,Cine uit\u0103 trecutul, merit\u0103 s\u0103-l repete\u201d.<\/p>\n

Cum ar putea s\u0103 uite poetul acele zile? Se spune c\u0103 poe\u021bii se bucur\u0103 de iubirea Lui Dumnezeu. Cu menirea lor profetic\u0103, puncteaz\u0103 de multe ori momente care r\u0103m\u00e2n m\u0103rturie peste ani. Tr\u0103irea poetului Marin Be\u0219cuc\u0103 str\u0103bate fiecare poem. O zbatere intens\u0103, parc\u0103 ar picta din lacrimi imagini s\u00e2ngerii. Bega \u00eenc\u0103 ascult\u0103, Bega nu iart\u0103, ,,BEGA \u00ee\u0219i tremur\u0103 n\u0103duful\u2026\/ ce s-ar mai burzului,\/ dar pentru cine? ascult\u0103, spal\u0103 timpul, tace,\/\u0219i curge\u2026\/ se uit\u0103-n venirea zorilor\/ \u0219i depl\u00e2nge uitarea,\/ \u2026mai suspin\u0103,\/ dar o face-n s\u00e2nii apelor,\/ s\u0103 nu tulbure!\/ sunt oameni \u0219i ei\u2026\/ pl\u00e2ng, se bucur\u0103, uit\u0103,\/ BEGA \u00eens\u0103, NU IART\u0102!\/ \u2026da-da BEGA e natur\u0103,\/ BEGA e dinspre DUMNEZEU,\/ nu minte, nici nu iart\u0103 ce nu se poate sp\u0103la,\/ duce-n efervescentul zbaterilor de ape\/ \u0219i de ascunsuri \u00een n\u0103molurile t\u0103cute,\/ toate c\u00e2te s-au fost,\/ a\u0219a cum s-au fost!\/ se prea poate de stai de vorb\u0103 cu ea,\/ se prea poate\u2026\/ poate un dram de noroc,\/ dar este \u0219optire care trebuie deslu\u0219it\u0103,\/ poate inima!\/ sufletul \u0219tie c\u0103 ar urca,\/ iar acolo sunt toate cum se trebuie\u2026\/ da, tace BEGA, tace, \/dar NU IART\u0102 nimic dinspre Adev\u0103r,\/ nimic!\/ cum care Adev\u0103r?\/ se aude din ceruri,\/ dar mai am de c\u0103utat ca tr\u0103itor trec\u0103tor!<\/em>\u201d. (<\/strong>BEGA \u00ceNC\u0102 ASCULT\u0102)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Parafraz\u00e2ndu-l pe Emil Cioran, s\u0103 te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti spre ce vei fi? ,,Regretele tale n-au viitor. \u0218i nici un viitor nu-i al t\u0103u. \u00cen timp nu mai e loc, \u00een timp zace groaza\u201d. Imaginile acelor versuri \u201edin<\/em> lumi nedefinite,\/ glasul \u0163i-ai \u00eencins,\/ prin ceruri desfundate\/ ecoul \u0163i-s-a-ntins,\/ cum luna se treze\u015fte \u00een zumzetul de zori,\/ a\u015fa \u015fi tu,\/ ATUNCE!\/ ai dat Lumii fiori,\/ puhoiul f\u0103r\u0103 stavili\/ s-a rev\u0103rsat \u00een drum<\/em>\u2026\u201d (TIMI\u015eOARA<\/strong>)<\/p>\n

Din ,,pasul min\u021bii\u201d ne trimite semne, ca un biet trec\u0103tor, trec\u0103tor prin semne\u2026 Faptele de atunci, evenimente de azi prind culoare prin versul rev\u0103rs\u0103tor. ,,Aci s-a min\u021bit cu mor\u021bii,\/ s-a ascuns num\u0103r\u0103toarea,\/ s-au l\u0103sat prea u\u0219or s\u0103 urce sufletele\/ cu trupurile topite-n crematoriu\u2026\/ s-au f\u0103cut prin tedeumuri \u0219i alte c\u00e2nt\u0103ri\/ \u00eencerc\u0103ri de primeniri!\/ dar l\u0103crima \u0219i Liturghia\u2026\/ BEGA \u00eei povestise TEROAREA\u2026\/ da, patria cea drag\u0103, TIMI\u0218OARA,\/ a fr\u00e2nt \u00een r\u0103sp\u00e2ntii \u0219i istorie \u0219i \u021bara\u2026<\/em>\u201d (<\/strong>BEGA \u00ceNC\u0102 ASCULT\u0102)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Marin Be\u0219cuc\u0103 scrie cu sufletul. O poezie contemporan\u0103, poate pentru unii atipic\u0103, dar plin\u0103 de nuan\u021be filozofice \u0219i bogat\u0103 \u00een metafore. Uneori te cutremur\u0103 prin firescul expresiv prin adev\u0103ruri doar de Cer \u0219tiute. Revine des la curgerea apei, la Bega care nu va sp\u0103la niciodat\u0103 s\u00e2ngele v\u0103rsat. Apa ca simbol \u00een literatur\u0103 reprezint\u0103 dintotdeauna \u00eens\u0103\u0219i via\u021ba, simbolul fertilit\u0103\u021bii, \u00een\u021belepciunii, virtu\u021bii \u0219i harului dar \u0219i generatoare a vie\u021bii \u0219i mor\u021bii \u00een tradi\u021biile cre\u0219tine. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0,,\u2026BEGA NU SPAL\u0102 S\u00c2NGELE\/ spuneam,\/ \u0219i-l a\u021bine\u2026\/ \u00een cumin\u021benia fiirii ei \u0219tie\/ ce e sacru \u0219i ce nu-i,\/ \u0219tie \u0219i c\u00e2t Adev\u0103r\/ s-a p\u0103strat\/ din Adev\u0103rul sc\u00e2nteii ce s-a pr\u0103v\u0103lit\/ peste catedral\u0103,\/ peste pia\u021ba balconului,\/ peste gloan\u021be, \u0219i peste \u0219enile,\/ peste mu\u021benia cu care muncitorii\/ \u00eenghi\u021biser\u0103 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0c-au ie\u0219it mai t\u00e2rziu\u2026\/ cine \u0219tie c\u00e2te ascunde crematoriul acela,\/ al bolii sf\u00e2r\u0219itului de secol,\/ al sf\u00e2r\u0219itului de mileniu\u2026\/ deja at\u00e2t de pu\u021bin s-a strecurat din mileniu,\/ dar deja un deget din palma secolului\/ \u0219i nu prea din Adev\u0103rul Sc\u00e2nteii\u2026\/ sunt \u00eenc\u0103 murmure,\/ pia\u021ba se adun\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103\/ sc\u00e2nteia nu mai are Sc\u00e2nteia aceea\u2026\/ Sc\u00e2nteia!\/ pa\u0219ii mor\u021bii \u00eenc\u0103 se v\u0103d,\/ dar moartea nu \u0219tie\u2026\/ iart\u0103-i, Tat\u0103, nu \u0219tiu ce fac,\/ iart\u0103-i, Tat\u0103\u2026<\/em>\u201d. <\/em>(BEGA NU SPAL\u0102 S\u00c2NGELE)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca o rug\u0103ciune se desprind poemele, pentru cei care nu mai sunt. Cu o candoare discret\u0103 poetul implor\u0103 Cerul pentru iertare \u0219i \u00eendurare. Timi\u0219orenii lui dragi, prezen\u021bi discret \u00een poem, dar neuitat \u0219i la loc de cinste st\u0103 Seniorul <\/em>ale c\u0103rui \u00eendemnuri i-au fost de folos.<\/p>\n

,,Puterea noastr\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 din morminte s-a ad\u0103ugat la puterea de via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi la curajul celor care, \u00eenfrunt\u00e2nd primejdiile, au zidit o \u0163ar\u0103 care nu mai poate fi d\u0103r\u00e2mat\u0103. St\u0103p\u00e2nirile \u015fi domniile sunt vremelnice, na\u0163iunile vrednice sunt eterne, neamurile \u00eenainteaz\u0103 peste opreli\u015fti pe drumul destinului lor, vrednicia marilor \u00eenainte-merg\u0103tori se \u00eemplete\u015fte \u00een via\u0163a celor care sunt \u015fi a celor care vor veni\u201d. (Corneliu Coposu<\/strong> \u2013 Din cuv\u00e2ntarea rostit\u0103 la 1 Decembrie 1990<\/em>)<\/p>\n

A\u0219a a\u0219 putea explica truda poetului \u00een a zidi \u00een eternitate poeme pe care ni le ofer\u0103 cu mult\u0103 generozitate: dorul de Dumnezeu, iubirea pentru Adev\u0103r \u0219i dragostea pentru semeni, care se revars\u0103 din bel\u0219ug \u00een toate crea\u021biile sale.<\/p>\n

Marin Be\u0219cuc\u0103, de\u0219i azi marginalizat, \u00ee\u0219i va g\u0103si locul binemeritat printre scriitorii rom\u00e2ni care las\u0103 un semn<\/em> \u00een urma lor ,,\u2026deoarece timpul este nu\/ doar impasibil,\/ c\u00e2t \u0219i un invidios de prim\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103\/ \u0219i poate intenta temutele \u201ede \u00eendat\u0103\u201d\u2026\/ \u2026\/ vrem o lacrim\u0103!\/ \u0219i lacrima s-a curs\u2026\/ din \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0iubire pentru Adev\u0103r!\/ suspin\u0103 Poetul ce-mi risipea fiin\u021ba,\/ \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0din toate-am a v\u0103 da,\/ doar s\u0103-mi vede\u021bi Credin\u021ba<\/em>\u2026\u201d \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(BERE DE 3 SECOLI)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Volumul cuprinde file de istorie de ieri \u0219i de azi, spre trezirea noastr\u0103 a tuturor\u2026 ,,Tat\u0103l nostru s-a auzit atunci,\/ dar ceva a dat lucr\u0103rilor timpului alt sens,\/ Ceva!\/ m\u0103 uit \u00een mine cei 30 de ani,\/ nu pot spune c\u0103 nu v\u0103d nimic,\/ m-ar bate DUMNEZEU,\/ nici nu-mi dau cu p\u0103rerea ce-ar fi putut fi,\/ doar m\u0103 uit\u2026\/ Centenar cu bucurie TIMI\u0218OARA! \/ nu e\u0219ti tu vinovat\u0103 pentru ce n-a f\u0103cut \u021bara\u2026\/ fezandat at\u00e2t timp, Punctul 8 nu se \u0219tie ce gust,\/ iar o alt\u0103 Revolu\u021bie pare exclus.<\/em>..\u201c (P\u00c2INE PENTRU AGRESORI)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Volumul\u00a0 ,,TIMI\u0218OARA \u2013 Acolade peste timp\u201d, semnat de Marin Be\u0219cuc\u0103, un dar din partea autorului, un \u00eendemn spre neuitare \u0219i Adev\u0103r. Poezia r\u0103m\u00e2ne pentru autor, a\u0219a cum o definea Seniorul, ,,o hran\u0103 spiritual\u0103 care antreneaz\u0103 \u00eencredere \u00een bine, promoveaz\u0103 speran\u0163a \u015fi \u00eent\u0103re\u015fte sufletele cople\u015fite de r\u0103u<\/em>\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0———————————–<\/em><\/p>\n

Mariana GURZA,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Redactor \u0219ef al revistei \u201eLogos \u0219i Agape\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Prefa\u021b\u0103 la volumul\u00a0 de versuri \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0,,TIMI\u0218OARA \u2013 Acolade peste timp\u201d de Marin Be\u0219cuc\u0103, Editura Funda\u021biei pentru Cultur\u0103 \u0219i \u00cenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m\u00e2nt ,,Ioan Slavici\u201d, Timi\u0219oara, 2019)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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