{"id":662,"date":"2012-01-06T08:19:00","date_gmt":"2012-01-06T08:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=662"},"modified":"2013-04-12T18:47:39","modified_gmt":"2013-04-12T18:47:39","slug":"daris-basarab","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/01\/06\/daris-basarab\/","title":{"rendered":"Daris Basarab"},"content":{"rendered":"

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David Boris, alias Daris Basarab, s-a n\u0103scut \u00een Basarabia, \u00een ora\u015ful dun\u0103rean Ismail, veche cetate moldoveneasc\u0103, la 10 mai 1929.<\/strong>
\n \u00cen anul 1941, la 12 ani, aflat cu familia sub ocupa\u0163ie sovietic\u0103, scap\u0103, ca prin minune, dintr-o coloan\u0103 de deporta\u0163i. R\u0103zboiul de eliberare se termin\u0103 lamentabil pentru basarabeni care, \u00een 1944, sunt nevoi\u0163i s\u0103 ia drumul pribegiei.<\/strong>
\n Un lung \u015fi istovitor periplu – C\u0103l\u0103ra\u015fi, R\u00e2mnicul S\u0103rat, Beiu\u015f, Oradea – se \u00eencheie \u00een Cetatea Episcopal\u0103 unde, sub protec\u0163ia, \u00eenc\u0103 influent\u0103 a episcopului de Oradea, familia este ferit\u0103 de urm\u0103ririle “Comisiilor mixte de repatriere”.<\/strong>
\n Inginer chimist din 1954, se dedic\u0103 cercet\u0103rilor din domeniul metalelor rare \u015fi radioactive – publica\u0163ii, comunic\u0103ri, brevete. \u00cen paralel, continu\u0103 visul din adolescen\u0163\u0103, scriind, de dragul scrisului, p\u0103str\u00e2nd cu sfin\u0163enie acest “secret”, dar cu g\u00e2ndul mereu la pseudonimul “Daris”, propus de talentatul s\u0103u prieten \u015fi coleg de liceu, idolul adolescen\u0163ei sale, \u015fi el \u00een c\u0103utarea unui pseudonim, la care nu a apelat niciodat\u0103.<\/strong>
\n O \u00eent\u00e2mplare fericit\u0103, o \u00eent\u00e2lnire de 50 de ani, \u015fi, un coleg \u015fi prieten, fac posibil un debut \u00eent\u00e2rziat prin apari\u0163ia romanului Povod, la Editura SEMNE 2004 Bucure\u015fti, sub pseudonimul Daris Basarab. Sertarul ce p\u0103streaz\u0103 versuri \u015fi proz\u0103, este m\u0103rturia unui vis adolescentin.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eu sunt nebun?!, lumea-i nebun\u0103?! <\/strong>
\nM\u0103-ntreb ne\u015ftiind a r\u0103spunde- <\/strong>
\nUn frig de morminte p\u0103trunde, <\/strong>
\nC\u0103ci soarele-i gata s-apun\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 port ca o fiar\u0103 r\u0103nit\u0103- <\/strong>
\nR\u0103nesc \u015fi m-arunc \u00eenainte- <\/strong>
\nNimic bun nu-mi vine \u00een minte <\/strong>
\n\u015ei h\u0103u-i suprema ispit\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei ce e mai r\u0103u dec\u00e2t r\u0103ul <\/strong>
\nCe-\u015fi face chiar omul cu m\u00e2na?! <\/strong>
\nA\u015ftept s\u0103 m\u0103-nghit\u0103 \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na <\/strong>
\nCe-ascunde-n morminte tot h\u0103ul. <\/strong><\/p>\n

De-acolo nu scap\u0103-ntuneric, <\/strong>
\nAcolo nimic nu p\u0103trunde!… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nu moartea-n sine ma-nsp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103, <\/strong>
\nCi-al ei mister de nep\u0103truns- <\/strong>
\n\u00cen lumea asta infinit\u0103, <\/strong>
\n\u2019Ntrebarea nu are r\u0103spuns. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Plecarea asta f\u0103r\u0103 \u0163int\u0103, <\/strong>
\nE-aspectul mor\u0163ii cel mai greu- <\/strong>
\n\u00cen lumea noastr\u0103 nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103, <\/strong>
\nS\u0103 piar\u0103 nu poate vreun \u201dEu\u201d. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ieri \u015fi-n m\u00e2ine via\u0163\u0103 este, <\/strong>
\nPrin moarte, tot de via\u0163\u0103 dai- <\/strong>
\nChiar de nu \u015ftii care-i t\u0103r\u00e2mul, <\/strong>
\nDe via\u0163\u0103-n moarte parte ai.<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2ne,totu\u015fi, o-ntrebare: <\/strong>
\n\u00cen via\u0163\u0103, sau \u00een moarte-i Rai\u00a0?!\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Destinul, soarta, cum se spune, <\/strong>
\nE-o for\u0163\u0103 ce traseaz\u0103 drumul, <\/strong>
\nCe \u00eel urmezi de singur unul, <\/strong>
\nDin zori la soarele apune. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce for\u0163\u0103! C\u00e2te componente! <\/strong>
\nUn vector pentru fiecare! <\/strong>
\nTraseu cu bucurii, zile amare, <\/strong>
\nS\u0103pat ad\u00e2nc \u00een unice amprente. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Destinul nu se-abate niciodat\u0103- <\/strong>
\nDestinul e-o fatalitate! <\/strong>
\nO for\u0163\u0103 ce te m\u00e2n\u0103-n spate, <\/strong>
\nPrin lumea asta-at\u00e2t de-organizat\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

E-o for\u0163\u0103 ce-\u0163i traseaz\u0103 drumul- <\/strong>
\nDar cum s-o fac\u0103, oare cine-i spune?!… <\/strong><\/p>\n


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Dor de mare, dor de toate <\/strong>
\nCe-au trecut pe nesim\u0163ite- <\/strong>
\nZarea-mi pare mai aproape <\/strong>
\n\u00cen imagini ame\u0163ite. <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t vedeam eu de departe! <\/strong>
\nParc\u0103, azi, nu-mi vine-a crede: <\/strong>
\nVia\u0163a era nemurirea, <\/strong>
\nIgnoram ce nu se vede. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ast\u0103zi, \u00eemi \u00eencrunt privirea- <\/strong>
\nDioptriile-s de vin\u0103- <\/strong>
\nC\u00e2nd z\u0103resc lucruri iubite, <\/strong>
\nInima-mi de dor suspin\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu mai cred \u00een nemurire- <\/strong>
\nVia\u0163a doar de-un fir s-anin\u0103… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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St\u0103ri de bine,st\u0103ri de r\u0103u, <\/strong>
\nSe succed, se \u00eentretaie – <\/strong>
\nCer senin, zile cu ploaie, <\/strong>
\nParadis, sau numai h\u0103u. <\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 cufund \u015fi m\u0103 ridic <\/strong>
\nDintr-o ap\u0103-nvolburat\u0103, <\/strong>
\nV\u0103d ce-a fost ca niciodat\u0103, <\/strong>
\n\u015ei-apoi iar nu v\u0103d nimic. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Nici nu zbor, nici nu m\u0103-nec – <\/strong>
\nSar ca pe\u015ftele din ap\u0103 – <\/strong>
\nEl cu aer se adap\u0103, <\/strong>
\nEu, sub ape vreau s\u0103 plec. <\/strong><\/p>\n

St\u0103ri de bine, st\u0103ri de r\u0103u, <\/strong>
\nSe succed, se \u00eentretaie\u2026 <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Durerea-n toate e prezent\u0103 – <\/strong>
\nLatent\u0103-a\u015fteapt\u0103 un semnal – <\/strong>
\nPornit\u0103, vine ca un val, <\/strong>
\n\u015ei la nimic nu e atent\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103-i fizic\u0103, sau mai profund\u0103, <\/strong>
\nStinge lumina de cristal – <\/strong>
\nLovind ca apa \u00eentr-un mal, <\/strong>
\nEa se propag\u0103 ca o und\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Femeia na\u015fte \u00een durere, <\/strong>
\nIubirea piere-ntr-un suspin – <\/strong>
\nTransform\u0103 moartea \u00eentr-un chin, <\/strong>
\nStrivind ce-a fost mai ieri pl\u0103cere. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Durerea, c\u00e2nd nu e absent\u0103, <\/strong>
\nTe-apropie de Dumnezeu!… <\/strong><\/p>\n

Bucure\u015fti
\n11 aug.\u201996<\/p>\n

Daris Basarab<\/strong><\/p>\n

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