{"id":6824,"date":"2012-07-10T05:16:54","date_gmt":"2012-07-10T05:16:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=6824"},"modified":"2012-07-10T05:16:54","modified_gmt":"2012-07-10T05:16:54","slug":"%e2%80%9efereastra-ochiului-din-mine%e2%80%9d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/07\/10\/%e2%80%9efereastra-ochiului-din-mine%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201eFereastra ochiului din mine\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201eSur\u00e2sul prim\u0103verii\u201d –\u00a0 un nou volum de poezie ap\u0103rut sub semn\u0103tura Marinei Glodici<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u201eSur\u00e2sul prim\u0103verii\u201d, al \u015faselea volum de poezie al Marinei Glodici vede lumina tiparului \u00een anul 2010; poemele sale precum o salb\u0103, pe care stau \u00een\u015firate unul c\u00e2te unul sim\u0163\u0103mintele poetei \u00eenc\u0103 tinere, se rev\u0103rs\u0103 ca un torent c\u0103tre inimile cititorilor, \u00een \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015farea tandr\u0103 a prim\u0103verii. Oare care dintre noi, p\u0103m\u00e2ntenii, nu sim\u0163im efectul prospe\u0163imii \u015fi tinere\u0163ii \u00een str\u0103fundul sufletului nostru, \u00een fiecare prim\u0103var\u0103, numit\u0103 pe bun\u0103 dreptate \u201eanotimpul iubirii\u201d?! O \u00eembinare de culoare \u015fi lumin\u0103 armonizate sensibil cu tr\u0103iri ce rivalizeaz\u0103 cu sublimul, \u015fi \u00een plus, prezen\u0163a de net\u0103g\u0103duit\u00a0 a divinului \u00een versurile poetei demonstreaz\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103, c\u0103 Dumnezeu a dat m\u00e2na cu aceast\u0103 poezie, iar cuv\u00e2ntul se pleac\u0103 cu smerenie ca \u00eentr-o dulce rug\u0103ciune, \u00een fa\u0163a sufletului\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\u201eRaiul bucuriei\u201d coboar\u0103 \u00een fiecare om odat\u0103 cu prim\u0103vara \u015fi las\u0103 \u201eurma de \u00eenger\u201d \u00een cupe de ghiocei, \u00een drumul s\u0103u spre inimile noastre, d\u0103ruind \u201epace sacr\u0103-n s\u0103rb\u0103toare\u201d (\u201eSur\u00e2sul prim\u0103verii\u201d). Ce frumos !<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eAlbastra slov\u0103\u201d a \u201ecuv\u00e2ntului din iarb\u0103\u201d sau din \u201eochi de flori\u201d, m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103 de \u201eraze dulci ce se alint\u0103\u201d cap\u0103t\u0103 valen\u0163e deosebite, transform\u00e2nd totul \u00eentr-o adev\u0103rat\u0103 s\u0103rb\u0103toare a\u00a0 revenirii la via\u0163\u0103! (\u201eFlori\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poeta care \u015fi-a preg\u0103tit \u201e\u015fevaletul inimii\u201d \u00eenmuindu-\u015fi \u201epensula\u201d \u00een culorile sufletului \u201esp\u0103lat\u201d anume \u00een \u201eculori de curcubeu\u201d, d\u0103 fr\u00e2u liber imagina\u0163iei\u00a0 \u201epict\u00e2nd \u201c un tablou din care izvode\u015fte un \u201edor aprins\u201d, un dor nestins \u2013 dorul de nemurire, de \u00een\u0103l\u0163are deasupra tuturor celor p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u015fti; toate aceste imagini poetice deosebit de sensibile re\u00eenvie sentimente de o noble\u0163e uimitoare odat\u0103 cu prim\u0103vara (\u201ePrim\u0103var\u0103 \u00een apogeu\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

Men\u0163iona \u00eens\u0103\u015fi poeta \u00eentr-un articol \u00een care vorbea despre poezie \u015fi sensurile ei:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201ePoezia a fost \u015fi va fi modalitatea de comunicare candid\u0103, ginga\u015f\u0103, puternic\u0103 prin esen\u0163a ei uman\u0103\u2026 Ea se manifest\u0103 ca o respira\u0163ie cereasc\u0103 a sufletului p\u0103m\u00e2ntean c\u0103ut\u0103tor de sine\u201d. Acest mesaj simplu dar at\u00e2t de plin de esen\u0163\u0103 \u00eel transmite \u015fi poezia Marinei Glodici: poezia ei este via\u0163\u0103, este tr\u0103ire, este sensibilitate dus\u0103 la extrem.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centr-una din poeziile din noul s\u0103u volum, poeta spune: \u201eHei, poete, tu nu vezi c\u0103 e prim\u0103var\u0103?\/ A venit s\u0103 bat\u0103-n geam \u015fi s\u0103 scrii anume\/ C\u0103 Via\u0163a a \u00eenvins peste tot \u00een lume\/ Am deschis u\u015for fereastra ochiului din mine\u201d… (\u201ePrim\u0103vara bate-n geam\u201d)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eAm deschis u\u015for fereastra ochiului din mine\u201d… mi-a pl\u0103cut foarte mult aceast\u0103 sintagm\u0103 at\u00e2t de profund\u0103 – \u201efereastra ochiului din mine\u201d… Am urm\u0103rit pe parcursul lectur\u0103rii acestui volum linia ascendent\u0103 a evolu\u021biei, descoperind cu satisfac\u0163ie acele trepte ce duc vibra\u0163ia interioar\u0103 a sufletului c\u0103tre un nivel superior. Poezia Marinei Glodici este de fapt aceast\u0103 fereastr\u0103, fiecare dintre poemele apar\u0163in\u00e2nd acestui ciclu purt\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103, pecetea dorin\u0163ei ardente de descoperire \u015fi cunoa\u015ftere profund\u0103 a sinelui.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eSur\u00e2sul prim\u0103verii\u201d reprezint\u0103 de fapt o suit\u0103 de poezii care surprind efectul prim\u0103verii asupra a tot \u015fi a toate; fie c\u0103 poeta se apleac\u0103 cu sensibilitate spre natur\u0103, spre fiin\u0163a uman\u0103, spre zi sau spre noapte, spre munte sau spre mare sau spre orice altceva din ceea ce-o \u00eenconjoar\u0103, centrul universului s\u0103u poetic \u00eel constituie aceea\u015fi leg\u0103tur\u0103 de net\u0103g\u0103duit dintre rena\u015fterea fizic\u0103 \u015fi rena\u015fterea spiritual\u0103: \u201ePrim\u0103vara asta-i clip\u0103, de visare \u015fi iubit\/ Rupt\u0103 chiar din ve\u015fnicia vie\u0163ii-n infinit\u201d (\u201ePastel\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

O asociere sensibil\u0103 a exploziei de floare \u015fi culoare din timpul prim\u0103verii cu cel mai frumos sentiment ce poate anima fiin\u0163a uman\u0103,\u00a0 dragostea –\u00a0 prinde contur \u00een crea\u0163iile Marinei Glodici, l\u0103s\u00e2nd loc subtil pentru interpretarea sensului \u00een care este ilustrat\u0103: \u201ePicur\u0103 clipa \u00een palm\u0103 fugar ca o nimf\u0103\u201d \u0219i se strecoar\u0103 tiptil spre inima ce-ar putea fi surprins\u0103 de \u201eavalan\u015fa iubirii\u201d ca apoi s\u0103 transpar\u0103 un soi de fug\u0103 spre zbuciumul interior, impun\u00e2nd t\u0103cerea: \u201eT\u0103cut\u0103, inert\u0103 se schimb\u0103 la fa\u0163\u0103\/\u00a0 clipa devine azi ca o pova\u0163\u0103\u201d (\u201ePicur\u0103 clipa\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centreb\u0103ri, fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103ri \u015fi r\u0103spunsuri, \u00een stihuri a\u015fezate cu migal\u0103 la tulpina g\u00e2ndului, precum ni\u015fte serafice voaluri peste sufletele fecioarelor ce-ascund timid taina iubirii… \u201eS-aduc\u0103 oare prim\u0103vara o via\u0163\u0103 nou\u0103?\/ S\u0103 fie ea simbolul cel sacru de iubit?\u201d (\u201eAlai\u201d); false lini\u015fti c\u0103utate \u00een limpezimi de ape: \u201eAscult \u00een lini\u015fte izvorul cum r\u0103sun\u0103\/ \u015ei susuru-i cuminte inima-mi anin\u0103\/ E prim\u0103var\u0103 iar\u0103\u015fi \u015fi apa ce se scurge\/ Aduce prin v\u00e2ltoare-i cuvinte \u015fi suspine\u201d. \u0218i vine deznod\u0103m\u00e2ntul care rezid\u0103 \u00een efemeritatea celor p\u0103m\u00e2ntene \u015fi refugiul spre \u00een\u0103l\u0163imea albastr\u0103: \u201eIubesc \u015fi prim\u0103vara, dar tot de cer mi-e dor\u201d ( \u201eAscult\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

Triumful prim\u0103verii asupra zbucium\u0103rilor \u015fi ne\u00eemplinirilor are ca suport de net\u0103g\u0103duit credin\u0163a: \u201eMi-e grea mantaua de at\u00e2tea zile\/ Culese de poeme \u015fi vis\u0103ri\u201d se dest\u0103inuie\u0219te poeta; \u201eAscult t\u0103cut cum calc\u0103-ncet privirea \/ C\u0103l\u0103torind prin razele de soare\/ Cum floarea de cire\u015f \u00ee\u015fi face drumul\/ Prin calda \u015fi cereasca ei ninsoare\u201d, ca apoi s\u0103-\u0219i g\u0103seasc\u0103 t\u0103m\u0103duirea: \u201eM\u0103-nclin \u00eenaintea cerului \u015fi-s vesel\/ C\u0103 pot s\u0103 mai respir a curcubeu\u201d, spune Marina Angela Glodici (\u201ePrim\u0103var\u0103 glorioas\u0103\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prim\u0103vara – panaceu universal, prim\u0103vara – balsam peste suflete triste \u015fi deziluzii, prim\u0103vara \u2013 spectacolul rena\u015fterii, o altfel de via\u0163\u0103, curat\u0103, limpede \u015fi cu miresme de bine, altfel spus un nou \u00eenceput, cu o alt\u0103 fa\u0163et\u0103 \u015flefuit\u0103 de g\u00e2ndurile poetei \u00een scrierile \u00eenchinate prim\u0103verii: \u201eTe-am pictat \u00een f\u0103t frumos,\/ \u015ei-n viteazul din poveste…\/ \u015ei \u00een flori de crini am str\u00e2ns\/ A\u015ftept\u0103rile ca zestre\u201d, neuit\u00e2nd s\u0103 accentueze: \u201eN-ai venit \u015fi am r\u0103mas cu cerul\u201d… toate acestea, \u00een superbul decor al anotimpului iert\u0103rii, \u00eemp\u0103c\u0103rii, dragostei ( \u201eHot\u0103r\u00e2re\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e\u00centinerind\u201d odat\u0103 cu prim\u0103vara, Marina Glodici asemenea unui \u201emugur ce z\u00e2mbe\u015fte\/ C\u0103tre razele de soare\u201d, asemeni florilor ce te \u00eembie cu ale lor miresme la visare \u015fi iubire, se contope\u015fte \u00eentru totul cu anotimpul c\u0103ruia \u00eei atribuie meritele rena\u015fterii \u015fi care este, pe bun\u0103 dreptate\u00a0 \u201eAl cerului cadou\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eRenasc \u00een fiecare zi pentru dreptate \/ \u015ei pentru mila oamenilor ce-i iubesc\/ \u015ei n-am s\u0103 las din m\u00e2na mea condeiul\/ Cu care \u00eemi urmez smerit, destinul\u201d \u2013 spun versurile ei \u00een poemul \u201eUrmez destinul\u201d, asociind dragostea sa pentru scris cu o continu\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103 a cuv\u00e2ntului, \u00een care mugurii slovei se vor \u00eentrupa mereu \u00een flori de suflet\u00a0 – poemele sale.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ideea se perpetu\u0103 \u015fi motiva\u0163ia exist\u0103, a\u015fa cum reiese \u015fi din poemul \u201e\u00cembr\u0103\u0163i\u015farea cerului\u201d: \u201eC\u00e2nd \u00eentristarea vine s\u0103 m-apese\/ Peste minte, inim\u0103 \u015fi pleoapele-mi pl\u00e2nse\/ Renasc fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat ca \u015fi lutul\/ Iar pe buzele-mi arse\/ Se-a\u015fterne Cuv\u00e2ntul\u201d scris din suflet, a\u015f continua eu, \u015fi cu \u201eLiterele prim\u0103verii\u201d: \u201eMulte litere cad din cerul prim\u0103verii\/ Ele vorbesc despre soare \u015fi flori\/ Despre oameni \u015fi Dumnezeu\/ Toate se aud cum \u015foptesc…\/ Cine are urechi… le aude!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Octavian D. Curpa\u015f<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Phoenix<\/em>, Arizona<\/em> <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Iunie 2011<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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