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Lucian Victor BOTA<\/strong>
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(n. 04.12.1986, Ocna\u2013Mure\u015f).
\n2009: debut \u00een revista Visul (Or\u0103\u0219tie)
\nVolum propriu: Lumea \u00een care orbii alung\u0103 lumina, Editura Napoca star, Cluj-Napoca, 2017<\/p>\n

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\n\u00eempingi asfaltul cu genunchii
\ncu o seriozitate maxim\u0103
\n\u00eencerci s\u0103 te ridici
\n\u021bii \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 o sticl\u0103 de vodk\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00eenaintezi \u021bin\u00e2ndu-te de gard
\na\u0219a de tare te-a \u00eemb\u0103tat dragostea<\/p>\n

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\numbrele tale n-au scos niciodat\u0103 un sunet
\n\u0219i de aceea pere\u021bii scoroji\u021bi ai camerei
\nnu url\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd t\u0103cerea ta trece ca un viscol
\n\u0219i nu las\u0103 nicio urm\u0103
\ncuprins\u0103 \u00eentre ambian\u021b\u0103 \u0219i cuantumul
\nzilei<\/p>\n

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\ncu am\u00e2ndou\u0103 m\u00e2inile
\npun \u00een balan\u021b\u0103 dragostea
\ncare \u021bi-a mai r\u0103mas
\n\u0219i mi se pare c\u0103 n-a mai r\u0103mas nimic
\ndin tot ce am iubit p\u00e2n\u0103 acum
\nanotimpurile mi se strecoar\u0103 \u00een vene
\n\u0219i-mi num\u0103r\u0103 clipele
\ndin anii
\npierdu\u021bi \u00een acest balans
\nal dragostei<\/p>\n

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\n\u00een col\u021bul ferestrei umbra \u00eenmorm\u00e2nteaz\u0103 lumina zilei bocetul c\u0103prioare \u00eengenuncheaz\u0103 chipul \u00een lac a\u015fezat \u00een mijlocul p\u0103durii trupul meu putreze\u015fte sub frunze ascult\u00e2nd p\u0103m\u00e2ntul din gura unui lup iese luna s\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eze sufletul nop\u021bii \u00een plin\u0103 iarn\u0103<\/p>\n

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\nde cum se crap\u0103 de ziua \u00ee\u021bi v\u0103d ochii cum umbl\u0103 prin camer\u0103 \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 cuprind\u0103 apoi trupul cu care m\u0103 \u00eenvelesc nop\u021bile alearg\u0103 \u0219i d\u0103 buzna \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie aproape gol m\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103tu\u015feaz\u0103 \u00een aroma de cafea<\/p>\n

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\ntrec zilnic pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 morm\u00e2ntul meu (\u015fi) sunt aproape de \u00eenviere
\nm\u00e2ine \u00eemi voi lua trupul ca pe o hain\u0103 din cuier \u015fi atunci … atunci voi l\u0103sa trecutul \u00een rugina cuielor<\/p>\n

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\numblu cu trupul mort prin t\u00e2rguri ca s\u0103-l v\u00e2nd \u00eenainte de a se face \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na ce umple clepsidra timpului nu mai am nevoie de nimic nici m\u0103car de o secund\u0103
\nm\u0103 car singur \u00een spate<\/p>\n


\nOana GOIA<\/strong><\/p>\n

O fat\u0103 c\u0103lare pe o iap\u0103 face drumul crucii pe ap\u0103
\nCredeam c\u0103 s-a \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntat \u00een mine ziua \u00een care am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 v\u0103d moartea cu ochii rug\u0103ciunii \u0219i cu sufletul c\u00e2rtind. A\u0219a cum o fac to\u021bi aceia ce pietruiesc cu cereri umilite c\u0103tre Dumnezeu drumul celor ce se duc s\u0103 se sting\u0103 \u00een uitarea Golgotei. A\u0219a, ca-n ziua aceea. O v\u0103d \u0219i acum. Se purta pe afar\u0103 \u00een t\u0103ciunele toamnei \u0219i f\u0103cea forfota pe care o izbuteam doar eu c\u00e2nd abia c\u0103ram g\u0103leata cu ap\u0103 de la f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een comnea bunicii. Voiam s\u0103 dau buzna \u00een drum s\u0103 aud, s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een cerul strig\u0103telor \u0219i s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg gurile acelea ce parc\u0103 urlau \u00een altar, nu pe drum. Dar nu m\u0103 l\u0103sau s\u0103 ies, m\u0103 \u021bintuiau dup\u0103 poart\u0103 ca pe o iap\u0103 ce voia, din s\u00e2nge, doar s\u0103 ridice tot praful drumurilor \u00een galopul ei. Dar eu nu eram nici atunci preg\u0103tit\u0103 de lume, o gratie mereu m-a str\u00e2ns \u00een pumn ca pe un fluture prins \u00eentre lumi. Sau poate c\u0103 fluturii sunt clipitul lui Dumnezeu. Unii r\u0103m\u00e2n dup\u0103 pleoape, al\u021bii se sufl\u0103 \u00een afar\u0103. Sau poate c\u0103 fluturii sunt toate fetele din prin sate ce \u00eencalec\u0103, \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 cu gri, pe c\u00e2te o iap\u0103 frumoas\u0103 sur\u0103, \u0219i merg pe ape.
\nNu \u0219tiu, amintirea aia mi-a r\u0103mas \u00een cui ca haina unui mort ce-\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 viul \u00eenapoi \u0219i o tot m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 molii fl\u0103m\u00e2nde \u0219i oarbe de ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 dup\u0103 pleoape. Nu m\u0103 l\u0103sau s\u0103 ies \u00een lume \u0219i st\u0103team dup\u0103 gratiile por\u021bii \u0219i \u00eemi lipeam ochii de gurile din drum ca un fluture ce vede \u00eent\u00e2ia oar\u0103 \u00eentunericul \u0219i face ochii mici, mici. Iar c\u00e2nd vedeam femeile lu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i m\u00e2inile din cap \u0219i mu\u021biindu-\u0219i cuvintele gurii cu lovituri de degete peste buze, sufletul meu de gratii \u00ee\u0219i tr\u0103gea pielea p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2t. B\u0103rba\u021bii, ce alte d\u0103\u021bi f\u0103ceau larm\u0103 prin c\u00e2rciumi, acum, \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi unii \u00een al\u021bii, priveau c\u00e2nd \u00een zare, c\u00e2nd \u00een cu\u0219mele lor r\u0103sucite-n \u00een m\u00e2ini, ca atunci c\u00e2nd str\u00e2ngi \u00eentr-o rug\u0103ciune de iertare a p\u0103catelor o via\u021b\u0103 de om.
\nNu \u00een\u021belegeam vorbele celor str\u00e2n\u0219i \u00eentr-un t\u0103ciune de zi de toamn\u0103, dar vedeam groaza ce defila sold\u0103\u021be\u0219te printre oameni \u0219i gura lor spunea doar \u201evalea, valea\u201d, \u0219i-l strigau pe Dumnezeu din m\u00e2ini. \u00cemi venea s\u0103-mi fac \u0219i eu cruce privind la apa ca lutul. Atunci mi-am dat seama pentru prima dat\u0103 c\u0103-n mine e totu\u0219i ceva b\u0103tr\u00e2nesc. Aveam doar 5 am\u0103r\u00e2\u021bi de ani \u0219i eram ca un suflet trecut prin vreme ce ascult\u0103 o poveste p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i vin\u0103 pl\u00e2nsul pe afar\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie uluit. At\u00e2t doar c\u0103 nu clipeam la povestea ce se desf\u0103\u0219ura dup\u0103 gratii, sper\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg.
\nO murit f\u0103tu\u021ba, o \u00eenc\u0103lecat p\u0103 iap\u0103 \u0219-o \u00eenghi\u021b\u00e2t-o apa \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2ntu\u2019. Numa Dumnezo…
\n\u0218i atunci m-am auzit repezindu-m\u0103 cu strig\u0103te mai tari ca apa la oamenii din drum:
\nCum era \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 fata?
\n\u00cen inima mea din gratii, era totu\u0219i o fat\u0103 ce a f\u0103cut ploaia s\u0103 umfle un p\u00e2r\u00e2u de s\u0103 o duc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 sus, sus, acolo unde Dumnezeu st\u0103 \u0219i el b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0219te \u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 dup\u0103 gratii de cer s\u0103 vad\u0103 cum oamenii car\u0103 apa prin case, prin cur\u021bi \u0219i prin f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni, o \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie toat\u0103 ca pe boabe pentru pui, cum parc\u0103 sap\u0103 \u00een ap\u0103 ca-n p\u0103m\u00e2nt dup\u0103 un trup. O fat\u0103 ce a \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 dea la schimb f\u0103ptur\u0103 ei mic\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103lbaticul dintr-o iap\u0103 frumoas\u0103 pentru un copil.
\nL-o salvat pe \u0103la a lu\u2019 Gheorghe \u0219i pe ea o \u00eenghi\u021b\u00e2t-o p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i apa de la Dumnezo!
\n\u0218i sufletul meu de dup\u0103 gratii \u0219i-a tras pielea \u0219i peste m\u00e2ini. Mi-era frig, a\u0219a cum \u021bi se face c\u00e2nd c\u00e2rte\u0219ti cu sufletul gol c\u0103tre Cer.
\nN-am mai auzit nicic\u00e2nd ce e cu acel copil salvat de o fat\u0103 ce a renun\u021bat la via\u021b\u0103, plec\u00e2nd la Dumnezeu c\u0103lare pe o iap\u0103.
\nAu g\u0103sit-o \u00een Valea Arie\u0219ului ca pe-o piatr\u0103 aruncat\u0103 departe, departe de vatr\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 sus, sus, acolo unde Dumnezeu st\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0219te \u0219i cheam\u0103 pe c\u00e2te unu.
\nA\u0219a s-a \u00eembr\u0103cat fata ce a \u00eenc\u0103lecat pe o iap\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103 \u0219i s-a \u00eenecat \u00eentr-o vale. P\u0103rul era \u00eenc\u00e2lcit de soare, \u0219i iarb\u0103, \u0219i ap\u0103, zici c\u0103 era o copil\u0103rie despletit\u0103 de zbor, iar chipul ei era alb ca neatinsul de m\u00e2ini. Ochii \u00eei \u021binea aproape \u00eenchi\u0219i, dar nu m-am temut c\u0103 dac\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00een pupilele de fat\u0103 \u00eenecat\u0103, m\u0103 ia \u0219i pe mine cu ea. M-a speriat c\u00e2nd pumnii ei s-au str\u00e2ns sub ochii vii \u0219i apoi, ca un prins \u00eentre lumi, \u0219i-a desf\u0103cut m\u00e2inile ca o pas\u0103re ce renun\u021b\u0103 la p\u0103m\u00e2nt cu pieptul \u00een sus, dezgolit, ca a unui nou n\u0103scut ce se ro\u0219e\u0219te de pl\u00e2ns.
\nA\u0219a era \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00een ziua aia t\u0103ciune, \u00eentr-un suflet ce-a mocnit \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 \u0219i apoi, c\u0103lare pe o iap\u0103, a putut s\u0103 fac\u0103 drumul crucii pe ap\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 sus, sus.<\/p>\n


\nFlorentina Loredana DALIAN<\/strong>
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Scrisori netrimise (4)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe Mihnea \u00eel cunoscusem cu vreo trei ani \u00een urm\u0103, la un Congres interna\u0163ional pe teme de cardiologie, unde el participa ca medic, iar eu ca translator. Transpirasem \u00een cabin\u0103, de emo\u0163ie \u015fi datorit\u0103 \u00eencord\u0103rii cu care lucrasem, fiind pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een situa\u0163ia de a face transla\u0163ie \u00een direct, \u00een c\u0103\u015fti, \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 a fi avut dinainte un material din care s\u0103 \u015ftiu c\u00e2t de c\u00e2t despre ce se va discuta, fiind astfel \u00een imposibilitatea de a m\u0103 preg\u0103ti. Colac peste pup\u0103z\u0103, colega care-mi asigura schimbul la dou\u0103 ore, d\u00e2ndu-mi timp s\u0103-mi revin pentru o nou\u0103 \u201erund\u0103\u201d, avusese un trac teribil \u00eenainte de \u00eenceperea lucr\u0103rilor, ceea ce a f\u0103cut s\u0103-\u015fi piard\u0103 vocea. Astfel c\u0103 toat\u0103 conferin\u0163a a r\u0103mas \u00een c\u00e2rca mea, oricum prea fragil\u0103 pentru ce avea de \u201ec\u0103rat\u201d. M\u0103 descurcasem bine (avusesem timp s\u0103 zic \u00eenainte un \u201eDoamne, nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa!\u201d), dar la final am sim\u0163it nevoia s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentind undeva \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103 (de unde z\u0103pad\u0103, c\u0103 era toiul verii), s\u0103 zac acolo nemi\u015fcat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 ce sc\u0103pam de toat\u0103 emo\u0163ia adunat\u0103, ca atunci c\u00e2nd, copil fiind, o \u0163iganc\u0103 \u00eemi d\u0103duse g\u0103uri \u00een urechi. Direct cu acul \u00eencins, f\u0103r\u0103 vreun soi de anestezie. Rezistasem eroic, pentru c\u0103 \u00eemi propusesem, dar la sf\u00e2r\u015fit, ca s\u0103 nu le\u015fin, am ie\u015fit \u00een curte s\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fez plapuma alb\u0103 de z\u0103pad\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce mi-am revenit.
\nLa congres, din lips\u0103 de alt solu\u0163ie, c\u0103utam un pahar cu ap\u0103 mineral\u0103, pe are mi l-a\u015f fi turnat \u00een cap, dar deh!, conven\u0163iile trebuiau respectate. De\u015fi le ur\u0103sc, m\u0103rturisesc c\u0103 sunt una dintre acele persoane care le \u00eencalc\u0103 rar.
\nA\u015fa mi-a ap\u0103rut Mihnea \u00een cale \u015fi-n via\u0163\u0103, \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-mi un pahar cu ap\u0103, ca \u015fi cum mi-ar fi ghicit g\u00e2ndul. L-am privit atunci ca pe salvatorul meu. M\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mpinase firesc, de parc\u0103 ne-am fi cunoscut, cu un z\u00e2mbet sincer \u015fi o privire cald\u0103. \u00ce\u015fi scosese batista s\u0103 m\u0103 \u015ftearg\u0103 pe frunte; probabil \u00eenc\u0103 mai transpiram, dar cine ce mai putea s\u0103 simt\u0103? \u015ei-a explicat gestul, prezent\u00e2ndu-se totodat\u0103:
\n– Sunt doctorul Mihnea Radian. \u015etiu c\u00e2t\u0103 nevoie are uneori o frunte de batista celuilalt. Am f\u0103cut opera\u0163ii multe \u015fi grele, dar n-am ie\u015fit niciodat\u0103 din vreuna at\u00e2t de transfigurat pe c\u00e2t v\u0103d c\u0103 sunte\u0163i. Trebuie s\u0103 v\u0103 fi fost tare greu.
\n– Impresionat\u0103, ce s\u0103 zic? El, medicul, care salvase vie\u0163i, putea s\u0103-mi adreseze mie, care prestam o activitate at\u00e2t de ne\u00eensemnat\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 a lui, astfel de cuvinte. I-am spus-o, nu din modestie; chiar credeam asta.
\n– Gre\u015fi\u0163i, a ripostat, tot z\u00e2mbind. S\u0103 lu\u0103m ca exemplu acest Congres. V-a\u0163i g\u00e2ndit c\u0103 un singur cuv\u00e2nt sau o singur\u0103 expresie interpretat\u0103 gre\u015fit ar putea schimba destine?
\nNu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndisem. Parc\u0103 mai aveam cu ce s\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc! M-a\u015f fi mirat s\u0103 mai fi putut g\u00e2ndi \u00een urm\u0103toarele zece zile, la c\u00e2t m\u0103 sim\u0163eam de \u201estoars\u0103\u201d. Exagera, desigur. Dar, neav\u00e2nd vlag\u0103 s\u0103-l contrazic, i-am l\u0103sat ultimul cuv\u00e2nt; \u015fi cred… ba nu, sunt sigur\u0103 c\u0103 l-am \u00eendr\u0103git \u00een clipa aceea.
\nLa serata care-a urmat, am mai f\u0103cut ceva conversa\u0163ie, am dansat vreo dou\u0103 dansuri \u00eempreun\u0103, apoi ne-am desp\u0103r\u0163it. A\u015fa cum se despart oamenii. \u015ei totu\u015fi, altfel. \u00cemi intrase \u00een suflet. Cred c\u0103 \u015fi eu lui. Dar pe atunci nu \u015ftiam asta. El a plecat primul. \u00cei priveam ma\u015fina dep\u0103rt\u00e2ndu-se, cu acel sentiment cu care prive\u015fti plec\u00e2nd din gar\u0103 trenul pe a c\u0103rui treapt\u0103 n-ai mai apucat s\u0103 pui piciorul, r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd cu \u00eentrebarea unde te-ar fi dus.
\n\u00centre timp l-am uitat, nu de tot, fire\u015fte, dar \u00eemi vedeam de c\u0103r\u0103rile mele, cu bune, cu rele, a\u015fa cum m\u0103 pricepusem s\u0103 mi le aleg.
\nCu trei luni \u00een urm\u0103, m-am pomenit cu un telefon de la el. E ciudat cum, de\u015fi nu-l mai auzisem de la prima \u015fi ultima noastr\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnire, i-am recunoscut vocea, una dintre acele voci care te fac s\u0103 visezi, s\u0103 sim\u0163i c\u0103, dincolo de ceea ce exprim\u0103 cuvintele, trebuie s\u0103 mai fie ceva, un ce anume, de magia c\u0103ruia ai vrea s\u0103 te la\u015fi \u00eenv\u0103luit. \u00cemi f\u0103cuse pe scurt rezumatul celor aproape trei ani, la cap\u0103tul c\u0103rora ajunsese s\u0103 lucreze ca asistent medical \u00een Italia (urm\u00e2nd ca am\u0103nuntele acestei \u201edeveniri\u201d s\u0103 le aflu la revederea noastr\u0103) \u015fi m-a invitat s\u0103 petrecem s\u0103rb\u0103torile de iarn\u0103 acolo, la el, \u00een Italia.
\n\u015ei iat\u0103-m\u0103 apropiindu-m\u0103 cu emo\u0163ie de or\u0103\u015felul \u00een care urma s\u0103 ne cunoa\u015ftem cu adev\u0103rat, unde aveam s\u0103 aflu, sorbind fiecare silab\u0103, povestea celui care m\u0103 cucerise cu un pahar cu ap\u0103 \u015fi o batist\u0103.
\nNae terminase surprizele, Ligia r\u0103m\u0103sese \u201eag\u0103\u0163at\u0103\u201d de noi (bine\u00een\u0163eles c\u0103 n-o a\u015ftepta nimeni, prilej pentru Nae s-o amenin\u0163e c-o las\u0103-n drum la fiecare ie\u015fire de pe autostrad\u0103, ne\u00eendur\u00e2ndu-se, totu\u015fi). Pentru mine, \u00eens\u0103, nimic din toate acestea nu mai conta, ajung\u00e2nd \u2013 \u00een cele din urm\u0103 \u2013 \u00een bra\u0163ele celui pe care \u00eel a\u015fteptasem o via\u0163\u0103. Sau cel pu\u0163in a\u015fa credeam.
\nOric\u00e2t mi-a\u015f fi dorit s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n cu el, imediat, lucrul acesta n-a fost posibil, \u00eentruc\u00e2t a trebuit s\u0103 fac cuno\u015ftin\u0163\u0103 cu cei cu care \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163ea locuin\u0163a \u2013 o cas\u0103 destul de mare \u015fi bine pus\u0103 la punct, \u00eenchiriat\u0103 de la un italian.
\nMi-i prezent\u0103, a\u015fadar, pe Vasile, o rud\u0103 mai \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103 de-a lui, despre care am aflat c\u0103 era singurul cu acte-n regul\u0103, pe Nina, so\u0163ia acestuia, cea care, din generozitate, avea grij\u0103 oarecum \u015fi de Mihnea, pe Alexa, fiica lor \u015fi pe Crin, fratele mai mic al lui Vasile. Dintre to\u0163i, Nina mi-a pl\u0103cut cel mai mult, am sim\u0163it-o cald\u0103, apropiat\u0103, bucur\u00e2ndu-se de bucuria lui Mihnea \u015fi, implicit, a mea. Pe Alexa n-am pl\u0103cut-o foarte mult, un copil r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163at, de vreo doisprezece ani, care cerea tot timpul aten\u0163ia celor din jur, inclusiv a lui Mihnea, spre aten\u0163ia c\u0103ruia t\u00e2njeam \u015fi eu \u015fi pe care, evident, n-a\u015f fi vrut s-o \u00eempart cu nimeni. Paradoxal, uneori iubirea, \u00een loc s\u0103 ne umple de generozitate, reu\u015fe\u015fte s\u0103 scoat\u0103 la suprafa\u0163\u0103 egoismul din noi, \u00eentr-o m\u0103sur\u0103 pe care nici n-am fi b\u0103nuit-o.
\nVasile mi-a p\u0103rut destul de aspru \u015fi de greoi, iar Crin \u2013 b\u0103d\u0103ran de-a dreptul. Nici m\u0103car n-a catadicsit s\u0103-mi \u00eentind\u0103 m\u00e2na ca r\u0103spuns la m\u00e2na mea \u00eentins\u0103.
\nDar nu, nici aceste fleacuri nu mai contau, c\u0103ci \u2013 nu-i a\u015fa? \u2013 eu venisem la Mihnea. Cu toate speran\u0163ele t\u00e2r\u00e2\u015f, cu toate zborurile nezburate, cu toate dorurile nealinate \u015fi mai ales… mai ales c-un suflet plin de iubire. Iubirea aceea care te face egoist \u015fi care \u00ee\u015fi cere imperativ drepturile. Toate drepturile!<\/p>\n


\nAnivers\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Februarie<\/strong><\/p>\n

4-Dumitru D\u0103n\u0103il\u0103
\n4-Denisa Com\u0103nescu
\n5-Nicolai T\u0103icu\u021bu
\n7-Spiridon R\u00e2mniceanu
\n7-Mihai Marius M\u00e2ncu
\n8-Iulian Teodor Fetcu
\n8-Mihai M. Macovei
\n8-Manuela Camelia Sava
\n11-Ovidiu Cameliu Petrescu
\n12-Dan Puric
\n19-Liviu Ioan Stoiciu
\n21-Dan Gabriel On\u021belu\u0219
\n22-Maria Monalisa Ple\u0219ea
\n27-Ana Maria P. Androne<\/p>\n

Martie<\/strong><\/p>\n

2-Girel Barbu
\n4-Aurelian Mare\u0219
\n9-\u0218tefan Dima Z\u0103rne\u0219ti
\n12-Costel Suditu
\n18-Casian Cr\u0103ciun
\n22-Elena Radu
\n23-Daniela \u0218ontic\u0103
\n25-Mihaela Grigore Burlacu
\n30-C\u0103t\u0103lin Adrian \u021a\u00e2n\u021b\u0103reanu<\/p>\n

Aprilie<\/strong><\/p>\n

3-Florentin Popescu
\n5-Tudor Cicu
\n16-Nina Beldie
\n16-Nistor T\u0103n\u0103sescu
\n17-Beatrice Vergu (Homeuc\u0103)
\n19-Trandafir S\u00e2mpetru
\n23- Mihail Milea (Sava Bogasiu)
\n26-C\u0103lin Ghe\u021bu
\n26-Emil Pro\u0219can
\n30-Passionaria Stoicescu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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