{"id":12094,"date":"2020-11-19T10:54:34","date_gmt":"2020-11-19T07:54:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12094"},"modified":"2020-11-19T10:55:13","modified_gmt":"2020-11-19T07:55:13","slug":"de-ai-nostri-stelian-cucu-iubiri-si-nunti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12094","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Stelian Cucu – Iubiri \u0219i nun\u021bi (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\n1. PAV\u0102ZA<\/strong><\/p>\n

De m\u0103 voi r\u0103t\u0103ci prin codrii lumii,
\nPlec\u00eend s\u0103 cat \u0219i eu visata floare
\n\u0218i-ar fi s-ajung \u0219i la vreo grea str\u00e2mtoare,
\nDe tine, mam\u0103, mi-e; de mine nu mi-i.<\/p>\n

Pe tine rana mea mai greu te doare,
\nSe zbate inima-\u021bi s\u0103 afle cum mi-i.
\n\u0218i-i palo\u0219 greu ades iubirea mumii,
\nCu zmei te-ai bate s\u0103 m\u0103 sco\u021bi la soare.<\/p>\n

Dar dac\u0103, maic\u0103, nu m-ar vrea copila,
\nVr\u0103jit\u0103 de-ale zmeului palate,
\nDe ce s-o rog? De ce s-o iau cu sila?<\/p>\n

\u0218i m-a\u0219 l\u0103sa pierdut \u00een codri poate,
\nDar m-ar g\u0103si iubirea ta \u0219i mila;
\nChiar \u0219i cu soarta-mi ma\u0219ter\u0103 te-ai bate!<\/p>\n


\n2. NOR \u0218I SENIN<\/strong><\/p>\n

A fost odat\u0103!… toarce basmul drag.
\nDa-mp\u0103r\u0103teasa? Spune mai departe!
\nNimic de fiu pe mam\u0103 n-o desparte,
\nDe-ar fi s\u0103-nfrunte-al iadurilor prag.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-apoi s\u00eentem prea dornici s\u0103 ne poarte,
\nUn F\u0103t-frumos mai falnic ca un steag,
\nPrin al vie\u021bii mare v\u0103lm\u0103\u0219ag,
\nSpre z\u0103ri de aur, dincolo de moarte.<\/p>\n

C\u0103 nu vrea g\u00eendul nostru s\u0103 se-mpace
\nCu biruin\u021ba scorpiei de loc…
\nSub cetin\u0103-mp\u0103ratul dac\u0103 zace<\/p>\n

\u0218i-l str\u0103juie luceferii de foc,
\nFecioru-ntreab\u0103 inima – ce face?
\nR\u0103m\u00eene voievod f\u0103r\u0103 noroc?<\/p>\n

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\n\u0218i-a\u0219a, spun al\u021bii \u201enu-i adev\u0103rat!\u201d
\nC\u0103 n-a r\u0103mas fecioru-n \u021b\u0103ri streine.
\nMai drag\u0103-mi e povestea lor, vezi bine,
\n\u0218i iat\u0103 c\u0103 v-o spun, de-a\u021bi \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n

Castelul se mai vede-n z\u0103ri senine,
\nPe st\u00eenci, deasupra codrilor de brad
\n\u0218i-ntr-una-i c\u00eent\u0103 apele ce cad
\n Din \u2019nalte repezi\u0219uri \u00een dulbine.<\/p>\n

Da, trece vremea-n repedele-i zbor
\n\u0218i oamenii se duc cu ea departe,
\nDar alte valuri vin de la izvor<\/p>\n

\u0218i nu r\u0103m\u00een ogr\u0103zile de\u0219arte.
\nDe s\u00eentem – fiecare – trec\u0103tori,
\nPoporul \u00eens\u0103-i r\u00eeu f\u0103r\u0103 de moarte.<\/p>\n

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\nPoporul dar, el \u0219tie din str\u0103mo\u0219i
\nC\u0103 F\u0103t-frumos nu piere niciodat\u0103
\n\u0218i via\u021ba lui e lupt\u0103 necurmat\u0103
\nCu zmei \u0219i cu balauri fioro\u0219i.<\/p>\n

De-ncepe basmul cu \u201ea fost odat\u0103\u201d,
\nCopiilor de-l spun bunici duio\u0219i,
\nE pentru ca s\u0103 creasc\u0103 mai v\u00eerto\u0219i,
\nCa F\u0103t-frumos, cu zmeii s\u0103 se bat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n alte basme dac\u0103 ni se spune
\nC\u0103 n-a pierit castelul dintre brazi,
\nEu nu m\u0103 mir. C\u00eend soarele apune<\/p>\n

Din culmile seninului de azi,
\nEl, m\u00eeine-zi, r\u0103sare din genune,
\nCu ve\u0219nicul lui z\u00eembet pe obraz.<\/p>\n

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\nSe limpezise cerul peste dealuri,
\nVeneau din z\u0103ri \u0219i-n z\u0103ri plecau cocori,
\nPrin sihle-n mai, c\u00eentau privighetori
\n\u0218i duruiau p\u00eeraiele-n privaluri.<\/p>\n

Sub cerurile-albastre, pe sub nori,
\nCurgeau pe mun\u021bi p\u0103durile \u00een valuri,
\nCu doinele treceau pe ling\u0103 maluri,
\nPe albe drumuri, turme \u0219i p\u0103stori.<\/p>\n

Pe paji\u0219tile proaspete din plai,
\nMinau ciobanii bl\u00eendele popoare,
\nCa rev\u0103rs\u0103ri de flori \u00een luna mai.<\/p>\n

Dar glasurile tulnicelor rare.
\nCe r\u0103sunau pe gurile de rai,
\nDe ce pl\u00eengeau at\u00eet de triste oare?<\/p>\n

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\n\u0218i nu mai r\u0103sunau pe la popas
\nNici c\u00eentece, nici chiote glume\u021be.
\nAmurgul izvora numai triste\u021be.
\n\u00cen lacrimi se-nmuiase orice glas.<\/p>\n

Vestite bucurii de la ospe\u021be
\nCu amintirea-n urm\u0103 au r\u0103mas
\n\u0218i fiecare clip\u0103 e un pas
\nSpre-o mohor\u00eet\u0103, rece b\u0103tr\u00eene\u021be.<\/p>\n

De urc\u0103 baciul piscul singurel,
\nLa focuri de s-adun\u0103 cu ortacii,
\nPrivesc cu to\u021bii tri\u0219ti \u00eenspre castel.<\/p>\n

A\u0219a tr\u0103iesc de mult\u0103 vreme bacii.
\nLi-e dor de voievodul tinerel
\n\u0218i-n tulnice-\u0219i spun dorul lor, s\u0103racii!<\/p>\n

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\nA pl\u00eens \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103teasa c\u00eet a pl\u00eens,
\nTimp lung, de diminea\u021b\u0103 p\u00een\u0103-n sear\u0103
\n\u0218i nop\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 de num\u0103r pl\u00eense iar\u0103,
\nP\u00eer\u00eeu de lacrimi, dac\u0103 le-ai fi str\u00eens.<\/p>\n

Dar c\u00eend veni o nou\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103,
\nO-ncinse dor de mam\u0103, dor nestins
\n\u0218i g\u00eendu-i de-o porunc\u0103-i fu cuprins:
\n\u201eFeciorului, la-ntors, p\u0103streaz\u0103-i \u021bara!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u0218i iat\u0103, din ad\u00eencuri drum aflar\u0103-\u0219i
\nAscunse g\u00eenduri de amar de ani.
\nSunar\u0103-n turnuri buciumele iar\u0103\u0219i.<\/p>\n

\u201e V\u0103 las acuma singuri, buni ciobani,
\nEu plec c\u0103tre fecior \u0219i-mi iau tovar\u0103\u0219,
\nCa \u0219i-mp\u0103ratul, murgul n\u0103zdr\u0103van.<\/p>\n

*
\nDe n-oi culege dulcea mea dob\u00eend\u0103,
\n\u0218i eu de voi ajunge la aman,
\nPorni\u021bi atunci, norodul Ottoman,
\nDe pr\u0103v\u0103li\u021bi \u0219i mun\u021bii spre izb\u00eend\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i arde\u021bi tot, s\u0103 nu cuprinde\u021bi plean
\nDec\u00eet pe voievodul, spuse bl\u00eend\u0103,
\nIar scorpiei s\u0103-i da\u021bi o grea os\u00eend\u0103,
\n\u00cen foc s\u0103 arde\u021bi duhul ei viclean.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cu ochii tri\u0219ti, ea \u00eei privi ad\u00eenc
\n\u0218i vorba ei se rev\u0103rs\u0103 domoal\u0103:
\n\u201e- Ciobani iubi\u021bi, de-acuma nu mai pl\u00eeng.<\/p>\n

De b\u0103tr\u00eene\u021bea mea, de oboseal\u0103,
\nNu v\u0103-ngriji\u021bi, cu doru-o s\u0103 le-nfr\u00eeng.
\nVoi \u021bine\u021bi \u021b\u0103rii bun\u0103 socoteal\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n

*
\nSun\u0103 apoi din corn numai o dat\u0103
\n\u0218i murgul n\u0103zdr\u0103van cu-aripi de v\u00eent
\nFu l\u00eeng\u0103 ea, ie\u0219it ca din p\u0103m\u00eent,
\nCu coama lui m\u0103tase de curat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cengenunche fugarul iar\u0103\u0219i bl\u00eend,
\nS\u0103 urce doamna lui \u00eeng\u00eendurat\u0103.
\nPorni apoi la pas, ca alt\u0103dat\u0103,
\nP\u00een-au ie\u0219it din mun\u021bii f\u0103r\u0103 fund.<\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u00eempul larg, ajunser\u0103 \u00een zori,
\nC\u00eend ziua cu-ntunericul se-ng\u00een\u0103,
\nIar murgul se-n\u0103l\u021b\u0103 cu doamna-n nori,<\/p>\n

Purt\u00eend-o ca pe-un vis pe-a lui st\u0103p\u00een\u0103.
\nS\u0103 nu le afle nimeni drumul lor,
\nAu mers a\u0219a ascun\u0219i pe dup\u0103 lun\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Ca temni\u021ba era \u00eenconjurat
\nDe mun\u021bi, de ziduri \u2019nalte, f\u0103r\u0103 strung\u0103,
\nNici pas\u0103re m\u0103iastr\u0103 s\u0103 n-ajung\u0103
\nLa voievodu-n farmece legat.<\/p>\n

\u201e- M\u0103rito, f\u0103-te pas\u0103re m\u0103iastr\u0103,
\nPrivighetoare, c\u00eent\u0103-i la fereastr\u0103,
\nCa s-adormim al iazmei vicle\u0219ug.<\/p>\n

\u0218i vino pe la stinsul lumin\u0103rii.
\nEu p\u00een-atuncea plec ca s\u0103 mai sug
\nLa maic\u0103-mea, \u00een sm\u00eercurile m\u0103rii.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nA doua zi, cernita-mp\u0103r\u0103teas\u0103
\nSe pref\u0103cu \u00eentr-o privighetoare
\n\u0218i, flutur\u00eend aripile-i u\u0219oare,
\nSe-ascunse \u00een copaci cu frunza deas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Porni u\u0219or din ram \u00een ram s\u0103 zboare,
\nUit\u00eendu-se printre z\u0103brele-n cas\u0103
\n\u0218i se mira cum ar putea s\u0103 ias\u0103
\nFeciorul ei din groaznica-nchisoare?<\/p>\n

Stau zidurile-nalte, vechi, c\u00eet mun\u021bii
\n\u0218i-s por\u021bile-mbr\u0103cate \u00een aram\u0103,
\nFerestre-nguste, nici c\u00eet latul frun\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Privea t\u0103cut\u0103 \u0219i b\u0103ga de seam\u0103
\nC\u0103 duhuri negre stau de straj\u0103 pun\u021bii…
\nCe-i de f\u0103cut, privighetoare-mam\u0103?<\/p>\n

*
\nCin\u0103 iese scorpia din turn t\u00eerziu,
\n\u00ce\u0219i simte inima s\u0103rac\u0103, goal\u0103,
\nMai neagr\u0103-i pare noaptea, mai de smoal\u0103,
\n\u0218i mucedul palat \u0219i mai pustiu.<\/p>\n

Iar hrubele-s mai pline de r\u0103ceal\u0103,
\n\u00cen neguri se destram\u0103 tot ce-i viu
\n\u0218i-i pare scorpiei un vast sicriu
\nA tronului nelegiuit\u0103 sal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sec\u0103tuise-al vr\u0103jilor izvor,
\nPuterea ei de iad de totdeauna
\n\u0218i a\u0219tepta cu ochi r\u0103t\u0103citori<\/p>\n

Cu huiet s\u0103 se n\u0103ruie minciuna.
\nIar bufni\u021be-adunate \u00een sobor
\n\u021aipau de-ntunecaser\u0103 \u0219i luna.<\/p>\n

*
\nDin ramurile negre, f\u0103r\u0103 fric\u0103
\nZbur\u00eend printre copaci, din loc \u00een loc,
\nAcum privighetoarea mai cu foc
\n\u00cencepe-un c\u00eentec vechi \u0219i sf\u00eent s\u0103 zic\u0103.<\/p>\n

El g\u00eelg\u00eeie ca apele la scoc,
\nDin inima-i \u00een valuri se ridic\u0103,
\nIar cerul c\u00eete-o lacrim\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pic\u0103
\n\u00cen a\u0219teptarea sf\u00eentului noroc.<\/p>\n

Re\u00eenviaz\u0103-n c\u00eentecul ei dulce,
\n\u00cenal\u021bii mun\u021bi, castelul dintre brazi
\n\u0218i-n sufletul pribeag pornesc s\u0103 urce<\/p>\n

Aducerile aminte cu-al lor glas:
\nDin neguri se apropie s\u0103-l culce
\nAl mamei cald \u0219i limpede obraz.<\/p>\n

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\n\u201eEhei! dar somn ad\u00eenc am fost dormit!”
\nPrive\u0219te voievodu-n jur de sine
\n\u0218i-un dor ad\u00eenc de \u021bara lui \u00eei vine
\n\u0218i \u00eenc\u0103 nu pricepe ce-a p\u0103\u021bit.<\/p>\n

Se pip\u0103ie la \u0219old nelini\u0219tit,
\nS-apuce spada ager\u0103 – vezi bine –
\nJungherul e la br\u00eeu, acolo-l \u021bine,
\nDar nici jungherul nu l-a mai g\u0103sit.<\/p>\n

Privighetoarea c\u00eent\u0103 mai aprins,
\nUn c\u00eentec drag de leag\u0103n, mai cu seam\u0103,
\nIzvorul viu al unui dor nestins<\/p>\n

S-adun\u0103-n prin\u021b \u0219i nu se mai destram\u0103
\n\u0218i flac\u0103ra de dor ad\u00eenc l-a-ncins.
\nEl zg\u00eel\u021b\u00eeie z\u0103breaua: \u201emam\u0103, mam\u0103!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nS-a cl\u0103tinat catapeteasma lumii
\nOri mun\u021bii \u00een ad\u00eenc s-au pr\u0103bu\u0219it ?
\nN\u0103prasnic voievodu-a n\u0103ruit
\nAi temni\u021bei pere\u021bi la glasul mumii.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-n \u021b\u0103nd\u0103ri greaua poart\u0103 a s\u0103rit,
\nC\u00eend a lovit-o furtunos cu pumnii.
\nStr\u0103jerii h\u00eezi avur\u0103 soarta spumii
\nSub pa\u0219ii lui de leu dezl\u0103n\u021buit…<\/p>\n

Un \u0219uier lung, prelung urc\u0103 \u00een slav\u0103,
\nP\u0103trunse codri, pe\u0219teri \u00een ad\u00eenc
\n\u0218i-nm\u0103rmurit\u0103 scorpia m\u00eer\u0219av\u0103<\/p>\n

V\u0103zu un cal cu arme la obl\u00eenc.
\nO-nfior\u0103 priveli\u0219tea grozav\u0103,
\nIar ochii parc\u0103-i scap\u0103r\u0103 \u0219i pl\u00eeng.<\/p>\n

*
\n\u201e- Picioru-n sc\u0103ri, voievoade \u0219i te urc\u0103,
\nApuc\u0103 buzduganul p\u0103rintesc!
\nCe-i greu s-a dus, a\u0219a m\u0103 socotesc,
\nDar scorpia ne va mai da de furc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Te uit\u0103 cit de aprig \u00eei sticlesc
\nSub fruntea-ngust\u0103 ochii de n\u0103p\u00eerc\u0103.
\nCur\u00eend o s\u0103 porneasc\u0103, nu se-ncurc\u0103,
\nP\u0103le\u0219te-o cu baltagul ciob\u0103nesc!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u0218i se arunc\u0103 iazma cu m\u00eenie,
\nCa s\u0103 r\u0103pun\u0103 voievod \u0219i cal,
\nIar pletele-i st\u00eernesc o vijelie,<\/p>\n

De se apleac\u0103 plopii de pe mal.
\nSt\u0103 calul neclintit de-a ei urgie,
\nCum st\u00eenca-nfrunt\u0103 d\u00eerz al m\u0103rii val.<\/p>\n

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IV Inim\u0103 de mam\u0103 1. PAV\u0102ZA De m\u0103 voi r\u0103t\u0103ci prin codrii lumii, Plec\u00eend s\u0103 cat \u0219i eu visata floare<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":12035,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,320],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12094"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12094"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12094\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12099,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12094\/revisions\/12099"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12035"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12094"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12094"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12094"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}