{"id":7283,"date":"2012-08-23T13:49:17","date_gmt":"2012-08-23T13:49:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=7283"},"modified":"2012-08-23T17:32:59","modified_gmt":"2012-08-23T17:32:59","slug":"florentina-nita-%e2%80%93-aripi-de-gand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/08\/23\/florentina-nita-%e2%80%93-aripi-de-gand\/","title":{"rendered":"FLORENTINA NI\u0162\u0102 \u2013 Aripi de g\u00e2nd"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u201eIpostazele liricii, \u00een volumul intitulat simbolic \u201dAripi de g\u00e2nd\u201d, pe care poeta Florentina Ni\u0163\u0103 ni le ofer\u0103 sunt cele ale unui suflet plin de tr\u0103iri ce-au n\u0103v\u0103lit cu toat\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tura lor emo\u0163ional\u0103 s\u0103 ne descopere frumuse\u0163ea iubirii, nelini\u015ftea, dorin\u0163ele \u015fi speran\u0163ele pe care fiin\u0163a uman\u0103 le nutre\u015fte.<\/p>\n

Poeta se plimb\u0103 cu u\u015furin\u0163\u0103 prin registru variat al sentimentelor, d\u00e2ndu-le, cu o abilitate rar \u00eent\u00e2lnit\u0103, profunzimi meditative asupra trecerii prin via\u0163\u0103 spre c\u0103utarea lini\u015ftii\u00a0 eterne.<\/p>\n

Nimic nu tr\u0103deaz\u0103 nelini\u015ftea, ci totul e \u00een a\u015fteptare. Poezia \u201eT\u0103cuta a\u015fteptare\u201d este semnificativ\u0103 \u00een acest sens:<\/p>\n

\u201eHai, trage barca (\u2026) <\/em><\/p>\n

Aici pe mal, uitarea valuri sap\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015ei-un drum ascunde fiecare pleoap\u0103<\/em>\u201d.<\/p>\n

Elementul mitologic \u201eluntrea lui Caron\u201d \u00ee\u015fi g\u0103se\u015fte la Florentina Ni\u0163\u0103 corespondentul \u00een simbol\u00a0 cre\u015ftin, crucea:<\/p>\n

\u201eB\u0103tr\u00e2ne, celor du\u015fi le f\u0103 c\u0103rare<\/em><\/p>\n

Cu trud\u0103 festinul se porne\u015fte,<\/em><\/p>\n

Din v\u00e2sla ta crucea le preg\u0103te\u015fte<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Timpul\u00a0 v\u0103zut mereu ca o a\u015fteptare este relevant mai ales \u00een poeziile de dragoste. Iubirea este ceva sacru, ceva ce trebuie p\u0103strat. Poeta refuz\u0103 superficialitatea, opun\u00e2ndu-i statornicia:<\/p>\n

\u201eStau l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd<\/em><\/p>\n

sim\u0163i-vei c\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i apar\u0163in<\/em>\u201d (Alter ego<\/strong>)\u00a0 de remarcat\u00a0 ecouri eminesciene\u00a0\u00a0 \u201el\u00e2ng\u0103 salc\u00e2m, drag\u0103,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 m-a\u015ftep\u0163i tu, pe mine<\/em> (Sara pe deal<\/strong>).<\/p>\n

A\u015fa cum am mai subliniat, a\u015fteptarea pe plan erotic se preschimb\u0103 \u00een \u201dstatornicie\u201d. Imaginea este magistral\u0103:<\/p>\n

\u201eMi-s sprijin la por\u0163i adev\u0103ruri promise,<\/em><\/p>\n

Din cuvinte \u015foptite cl\u0103desc metereze,<\/em><\/p>\n

Ancorez peste turnuri c\u0103rarea de vise<\/em><\/p>\n

Arcade de nori pe deasupra s-a\u015feze<\/em>.\u201d (Statornicie<\/strong>)<\/p>\n

\u00cen\u00a0 \u201ecetatea iubirii\u201d poeta \u00ee\u015fi poart\u0103 sufletul ce se transform\u0103 \u201d\u00eentr-o arip\u0103 de g\u00e2nd<\/em>\u201d ce str\u00e2nge ani aduna\u0163i la num\u0103r\/ trecut absent\/ g\u00e2nd nerostit , prezent simplificat\u201d\/ toate sper\u00e2nd \u00een \u201dnemoarte\u201d \u015fi \u00een neuitare.<\/p>\n

Timpul este \u00een viziunea creatoarei \u201dmartor ucis dar \u00een noi reg\u0103sit<\/em>\u201d, mai simplu\u00a0 este metafora uit\u0103rii \u015fi a revenirii sub forma amintirilor, care aduc \u015fi vremurile de demult, c\u00e2nd \u201dvoievozi cu ochi de cerneal\u0103\u201d apar la ceasul n\u0103lucirilor.<\/p>\n

Nici natura nu scap\u0103 de ireversibilitatea timpului. Invoca\u0163ia nucului b\u0103tr\u00e2n (Nuc b\u0103tr\u00e2n<\/strong>), purt\u0103tor de taine constituie imaginea\u00a0 extrem de reu\u015fit\u0103\u00a0 a comuniunii omului cu natura. Nimic declarativ, expansiv, ci doar o pioas\u0103 rug\u0103minte de a-i m\u0103rturisi amintirile: \u201eC\u00e2nt\u0103-mi nucule, c\u00e2te mai \u015ftii numai mie<\/em>\u201d, iar r\u0103splata este dorin\u0163a de a-i turna la r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 \u201dap\u0103 vie<\/em>\u201d, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-l nemuritor.<\/p>\n

Men\u0163ion\u0103m \u015fi interesul manifestat de poet\u0103 pentru peisajul policrom al naturii \u00een circuitul anotimpurilor: Alchimia toamnei, Jertfa toamnei<\/strong>, etc.<\/p>\n

Model\u00e2nd timpul<\/strong> spun\u00e2ndu-ne o Poveste nerostit\u0103<\/strong>, creion\u00e2ndu-ne un Autoportret<\/strong>, poeta se plimb\u0103 \u00een universul s\u0103u artistic pe care \u00eel \u00eembrac\u0103 \u00eentr-o elegant\u0103 hain\u0103 \u0163esut\u0103 din cele mai frumoase cuvinte ale limbii rom\u00e2ne. Puritatea stilului \u015fi armonia versurilor demonstreaz\u0103 m\u00e2nuirea cu competen\u0163\u0103 – de c\u0103tre doamna Florentina Ni\u0163\u0103\u00a0 ziarist\u0103 \u015fi membr\u0103 a fostului cenaclu literar Arcadia<\/em>\u00a0 a mijloacelor artistice,\u00a0 f\u0103c\u00e2nd s\u0103 versul s\u0103\u00a0 vibreze un lirism de o grav\u0103 tonalitate, ce impresioneaz\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103 totodat\u0103. \u201e<\/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\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\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 Cecilia B\u0103nic\u0103 PAL<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0***<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aripi de g\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 FLORENTINA NI\u0162\u0102<\/strong>
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bat aripi de g\u00e2nd pe cerul rotund,<\/p>\n

Se scurg \u00een \u015fuvoi spre-afundul din noi<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ecoul nu pot s\u0103-l spulbere tot,<\/p>\n

Chemarea n-o \u015ftiu \u00een ceasul t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd fi-vom apus al stelei de sus –<\/p>\n

Un ultim popas pe malul r\u0103mas,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se va fi uitat de zborul \u00eenalt<\/p>\n

\u00cen stinsul tumult din timpul prea mult.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Autoportret<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cembrac c\u0103ma\u015fa zilei pe goliciunea vie\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

Cu ieder\u0103-mpletit\u0103 mijlocul mi-l \u00eencing,<\/p>\n

Deasupra-mi pun mantaua de frunze a triste\u0163ii<\/p>\n

Cu care m\u0103-nvele\u015fte azi toamna hohotind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lumina ireal\u0103 a lunii e \u0163esut\u0103<\/p>\n

Pe v\u0103lul de dantel\u0103 sub care \u00eemi ascund<\/p>\n

La s\u0103rb\u0103tori de tain\u0103 cu tulburare mut\u0103<\/p>\n

Privirea r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 pe lucitor ve\u015ftm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen sipete de vreme cu primenit parfum<\/p>\n

Din clipele urzeal\u0103 a pulberii stelare<\/p>\n

Croit\u0103 pe m\u0103sur\u0103 \u00eemi \u0163in haina de mir<\/p>\n

\u00cen care s\u0103 m\u0103 duc\u0103 un timp f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103bdare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alchimia toamnei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen creuzetele nelini\u015ftii<\/p>\n

\u00eencerc s\u0103 recompun din cioburi<\/p>\n

alchimia toamnei.<\/p>\n

Peste drum<\/p>\n

castanii se aprind<\/p>\n

in jertfe catalitice de fum.<\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00een al s\u0103u v\u00e2rtej<\/p>\n

fiorul rece al serii se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eenv\u0103luitoare<\/p>\n

sorbind \u00eentreag\u0103 lumina clipelor<\/p>\n

\u00een a\u015fteptare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Arhetipul suferin\u0163ei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi cenzurez pornirile –<\/p>\n

departe de ele s\u0103 fug nu pot.<\/p>\n

Ideatizarea mi-a \u00eenfipt \u00een inim\u0103 un pumnal.<\/p>\n

Cu durerea m\u0103cel\u0103rindu-mi con\u015ftiin\u0163a<\/p>\n

voi \u00eenainta prin bezna rostirilor<\/p>\n

\u015fi de-o fi s\u0103 m\u0103 strige cineva \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t<\/p>\n

n-am s\u0103 \u00eentorc capul,<\/p>\n

n-am s\u0103-l \u00eentorc,<\/p>\n

n-am,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu m\u0103 uite moartea neg\u0103sindu-m\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pentru c\u0103 nu po\u0163i \u015fti niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n

de unde p\u00e2nde\u015fte<\/p>\n

pervers\u0103<\/p>\n

incertitudinea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rondel alb<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Z\u0103pada pe c\u00e2mpuri sahare<\/p>\n

La ce-ar \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 se-arate<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd viscolul m\u0103rii de sare<\/p>\n

O-nal\u0163\u0103 spre bol\u0163i nemi\u015fcate?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pe fe\u0163ele arse-n dogoare<\/p>\n

Ar cerne sporite carate,<\/p>\n

Dar ast\u0103zi pe c\u00e2mpuri sahare<\/p>\n

La ce-ar \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 se-arate?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nicic\u00e2nd nu va \u015fti s\u0103 cuprind\u0103<\/p>\n

Pustiul t\u0103cuta ninsoare,<\/p>\n

Va fi un \u00eendemn s-o aprind\u0103<\/p>\n

La fiece pas c\u00e2nd apare<\/p>\n

Z\u0103pada pe c\u00e2mpuri sahare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Model\u00e2nd timpul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Model\u0103m timpul. Umbre r\u0103sar<\/p>\n

\u00cen palma clipei rotunjindu-\u015fi figura.<\/p>\n

Bulg\u0103ri de jar se rotesc. Un olar<\/p>\n

\u015ei-a potrivit dup\u0103 soare m\u0103sura.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Liberi s\u0103 zboare desprin\u015fi de noroc<\/p>\n

Sunt doar coco\u015fii \u00een dans de nuntire.<\/p>\n

Clipa s-a spart aruncat\u0103 \u00een foc<\/p>\n

Ofrande d\u00e2nd curcubeului mire.<\/p>\n

Ceas sm\u0103l\u0163uit bate \u00een turnul de fum,<\/p>\n

Roata se-nv\u00e2rte sub huma cleioas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Trag obosi\u0163i caii la oi\u015fti de scrum,<\/p>\n

Timpul ucis \u00een \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 clepsidra \u00ee\u015fi vars\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jertfa toamnei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ochi de viscol ne str\u0103bate –<\/p>\n

Taina lunii c\u0103 ne doare,<\/p>\n

Cade-o arip\u0103 de moarte<\/p>\n

Limpezit\u0103-n neuitare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Trece-un v\u00e2nt prin frunza rar\u0103<\/p>\n

R\u0103scolind toamne uitate,<\/p>\n

Ger \u00een t\u00e2mple s\u0103 r\u0103sar\u0103<\/p>\n

Ceas de os \u00een turnuri bate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Se \u00eentorc din noapte brume,<\/p>\n

Frunza mori de v\u00e2nt ascunde;<\/p>\n

\u00cen crispare, peste lume<\/p>\n

Ceru-n sine se p\u0103trunde.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103\u015fti de jertf\u0103 se alung\u0103<\/p>\n

Peste \u00eent\u00e2lnirea noastr\u0103 –<\/p>\n

Scrumul toamnei ne ajung\u0103<\/p>\n

Troienit, peste fereastr\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen urma mea<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mereu \u00een urma mea un pas<\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103citor pe c\u0103ile umblate,<\/p>\n

\u00cent\u00e2rziat \u00een umbra mea un glas<\/p>\n

De fo\u015fnet r\u0103scolind frunzi\u015furi moarte.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

T\u0103cerile st\u00e2rnind c-o lunecare<\/p>\n

Abia sim\u0163it\u0103 c\u00e2nd te-aud p\u0103\u015find,<\/p>\n

Suflarea ta de ghea\u0163\u0103-n parc\u0103-mi pare<\/p>\n

Mereu \u00een urma mea un g\u00e2nd…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Steaua Polar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Am fi putut fi zborul, dar cine s\u0103 ne-o cear\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cen veacul ca de smoal\u0103, sub un cer de c\u0103rbune?<\/p>\n

Aveam pe aripi v\u00e2ntul, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul sub picioare<\/p>\n

Potecile apriva ca o Cale Lactee.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd se-n\u0103l\u0163a, bra\u0163ul drept descria integrale,<\/p>\n

Ce se roteau prin aer.<\/p>\n

Pe frunze desenam aeroporturi libelule,<\/p>\n

Ne construiam vapoare din h\u00e2rtie<\/p>\n

S\u0103 navig\u0103m pe magistrale imaginare,<\/p>\n

St\u0103team cu norii la taifas,<\/p>\n

Mun\u0163ilor le puneam antene \u00een piscuri,<\/p>\n

Cuvintelor-formul\u0103 le aprindeam fitilul<\/p>\n

\u015ei le lansam rachete.<\/p>\n

\u201eAurul e \u00een noi!\u201c – strigam, dar f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se-aud\u0103,<\/p>\n

R\u0103ma\u015fi pe dinafara prezentului \u00een care<\/p>\n

Ne c\u0103utam cu to\u0163ii Steaua Polar\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00cen veacul de smoal\u0103 cu cerul de c\u0103rbune.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


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