{"id":13998,"date":"2021-03-16T17:35:02","date_gmt":"2021-03-16T14:35:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13998"},"modified":"2021-03-16T17:35:02","modified_gmt":"2021-03-16T14:35:02","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-60-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13998","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 60 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Florin COSTINESCU <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cine m\u0103 caut\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sc\u00e2\u0219net de cheie
\n\u00eentoars\u0103 cu greu.
\ncine m\u0103 caut\u0103
\n\u00een t\u00e2rziul acum
\namestec de soare
\n\u015fi fum,
\nc\u00e2nd eu
\nnu mai sunt eu?<\/p>\n

Eu sunt cel\u0103lalt,
\ncel ce-a plecat,
\n\u0219i n-a mai venit,
\nsunt cel \u00eenving\u0103tor
\n\u0219i r\u0103nit,
\naplaudat \u0219i hulit,<\/p>\n

Alerg \u0219i visez,
\n\u00eentr-o stea \u00eennoptez,
\n\u00een alta te caut
\nascuns\u0103-n amurg,
\nca o c\u00e2ntare de flaut
\ncu ecoul prelung…<\/p>\n


\nReculegere la statuia copil\u0103riei<\/strong><\/p>\n

De-at\u00e2ta umblet pa\u0219ii mi-nconjurar\u0103 anii
\nde la apune soare p\u00e2n\u0103 la r\u0103s\u0103rit,
\ni-aud cum dau n\u0103val\u0103 din p\u0103r\u021bile Ozanei,
\ndin viile cu bruma prietene – \u0219i luna.
\nI-aud \u0219i nu-i aud…
\n\u0219i verdele \u00een urm\u0103 se face nev\u0103zut,
\nca pas\u0103rea \u00een sear\u0103, prin stuf\u0103ri\u0219uri stranii…<\/p>\n

De-at\u00e2ta umblet pa\u0219ii mi-nconjurar\u0103 anii,
\ncei tineri la tulpin\u0103 \u0219i r\u0103muro\u0219i la g\u00e2nd
\npe care-i voi atinge,
\nc\u00e2ndva,
\ndoar cobor\u00e2nd…<\/p>\n


\nC\u00e2nd lumea, din nou\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Care-i numele t\u0103u?- am fost \u00eentrebat
\nnumele meu l-am uitat,
\na trecut o umbr\u0103 deas\u0103 prin dreptul lui
\n\u0219i nu pot s\u0103-l spun nim\u0103nui,<\/p>\n

Era nor, suflare-nghe\u021bat\u0103, pas\u0103re rea,
\nglas ce vii de departe, \u00eentreab\u0103-m\u0103 altceva\u2026<\/p>\n

De unde vii ?\u2013 se \u00eentoarce glasul t\u0103ios,
\nc\u00e2nd am plecat era veacul frumos,
\nfusese un suflet, un timp str\u0103veziu,
\nde mult s-a-nt\u00e2mplat, nu mai \u0219tiu\u2026<\/p>\n

Stelele c\u0103zute \u00een ap\u0103 s-au f\u0103cut pietre de prund?
\nLa aceast\u0103-ntrebare nu pot s\u0103 r\u0103spund\u2026<\/p>\n

Cine \u00ee\u021bi d\u0103-te drumul \u00een lume? \u2013 auzii glasul \u0219tiut
\nochii \u00eemi erau ro\u0219ii de somn \u0219i nimic n-am v\u0103zut,
\nam visat doar cum p\u0103m\u00e2ntului bra\u021be \u00eei cresc,
\nde visul acesta oric\u00e2nd mi-amintesc.<\/p>\n

Pietrele devenir\u0103 iar stele sub\u021biate-n v\u00e2ltoare
\nglas din ad\u00e2nc pune-mi \u0219i alt\u0103-ntrebare\u2026<\/p>\n

Unde-\u021bi por\u021bi visul? \u2013reveni glasul de ghea\u021b\u0103,
\nNu pot s\u0103-\u021bi r\u0103spund – s-a f\u0103cut diminea\u021b\u0103,
\nr\u0103spuns vei primi despre tot ce se vede
\nc\u00e2nd lumea, din nou, \u00een menirea-i sf\u00e2nt\u0103 va crede\u2026<\/p>\n


\nAsediu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunetele sirenelor de pe agitatele ambulan\u021be
\nsparg timpanele sensibile ale ora\u015fului,
\n\u00eemping lini\u015ftea cu brutalitate dincolo de barierele lui,
\nca pe un intrus inacceptabil, s-o ron\u021b\u0103ie c\u00e2rti\u021bele deasupra mu\u0219uroaielor,
\nfac s\u0103 explodeze, unele dup\u0103 altele,
\norele zilelor \u015fi nop\u0163ilor noastre,
\ndueleaz\u0103 peste capetele trec\u0103torilor,
\nse \u00eembulzesc vocifer\u00e2nd cu disperare \u00een intersec\u0163ii,
\npentru a-\u015fi face loc de trecere,
\nnimeni nu le poate opri, strig\u0103tele insistente
\nale sirenelor au pa\u015faport permanent pentru orice adres\u0103,
\nsecerate zac, muribunde, pe caldar\u00e2m,
\nclipele inocente ale lini\u015ftii,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103 de supravie\u021buire;
\nintr\u0103 \u00een scen\u0103, apoi, dup\u0103 scenariul scris
\nde autori cu nume indescifrabil, g\u00e2f\u00e2ind,
\nutilajele de stingere a incendiilor,
\nzgomotul lor, adev\u0103rate ciocane,
\nbat cu insisten\u021b\u0103 \u00een vitrinele magazinelor din centru,
\nmanechinele de plastic \u00ee\u015fi pun m\u00e2inile la urechi,
\nla fel, pietonii opri\u0163i s\u0103 le admire busturile voluptuoase,
\nsuflul ora\u015fului asediat de zgomote concentrice
\nfac \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri cristalul diafan al oric\u0103rei reverii spontane
\ndespre binefacerile civiliza\u021biei,
\n\u00eengroap\u0103 sub asfaltul r\u0103scolit de sunete
\nz\u00e2mbetul pierdut al trec\u0103torilor,
\nclipe strivite,
\nore desfigurate,
\nscr\u00e2\u0219nete de ro\u021bi \u015fi parad\u0103 de chipiuri ale agen\u0163ilor de circula\u0163ie,
\nsemafoare ar\u0103tate de sute de degete,
\n\u00eentorc\u00e2nd capetele la auzul sirenelor ma\u015finilor de poli\u0163ie,
\ngata s\u0103 depun\u0103 m\u0103rturie despre accidentul
\nce tocmai a avut loc pe trecerea de pietoni…<\/p>\n


\nCaii ploilor s\u0103-i m\u00e2n…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centr-un strop de ploaie lin\u0103,
\ncu un \u00eenger e\u015fti vecin\u0103,
\nel plute\u015fte, tu plute\u015fti,
\nplou\u0103, plou\u0103,-ntinere\u015fti,<\/p>\n

\u00centr-un strop de ploaie deas\u0103,
\npor\u0163i coroan\u0103 de mireas\u0103,
\na\u015ftept marele potop,
\n\u00een iubire s\u0103 te-ngrop,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 te caut, s\u0103 nu \u015ftiu,
\nde-i devreme, ori t\u00e2rziu,
\ncaii ploilor s\u0103-i m\u00e2n,
\ndoar cu tine s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n,<\/p>\n

S\u0103-nopt\u0103m \u00een ploi mereu,
\np\u00e2n-ne facem curcubeu
\nc\u00e2t mai este cerul-cer,
\nc\u00e2t mai este leru-i ler…<\/p>\n


\nNeapusul soare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Strig\u0103-\u021bi numele \u00een aceast\u0103 p\u0103dure
\npe unde au c\u0103lcat liberi zimbrii,
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 copacul \u00een care \u00eennopteaz\u0103
\nmierlele de la miaz\u0103-ziua visului t\u0103u, iubito,
\nAscult\u0103 ecoul cel ce-\u021bi poate aduce mure \u0219i fragi
\ndin alte veacuri \u00een pumnii r\u0103s\u0103ritului,
\nc\u00e2nd tu \u00eenc\u0103 vei dormi pe o lacrim\u0103
\nsomnul dinaintea trecerii r\u00e2ului
\n\u0219i spune-\u021bi \u00een cur\u00e2nd va sosi F\u0103t-Frumos
\n\u0219i nu va mai fi nicio p\u0103dure
\nnumai m\u00e2inile lui ispitindu-te
\ncu soarele care va uita
\ns\u0103 apun\u0103…<\/p>\n


\nLacrim\u0103 \u00een c\u0103dere<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen s\u0103rut, ca-n f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni, strig\u0103m ce este departe,
\nPrivim ce nu se poate vedea,
\ncor\u0103biile scunfundate-n Marmara,
\nchipuri privindu-ne din oglinzile sparte.<\/p>\n

Alerg\u0103m spre un fruct dup\u0103-o frunz\u0103 ascuns,
\nt\u0103inuit de t\u0103ceri \u0219i umbre de paz\u0103,
\nun spa\u021biu r\u0103m\u00e2ne mereu nesupus, nep\u0103truns
\nspre care doar iubirea cuteaz\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ape de veghe se retrag \u00een ecou,
\nplutesc \u00een deriv\u0103 raze de soare apuse,
\nrefluxul arunc\u0103 spre \u021b\u0103rmuri din nou
\nurme de pe\u0219ti disp\u0103ru\u021bi, de scoici \u0219i meduze,<\/p>\n

O lacrim\u0103 \u00een c\u0103dere spulber\u0103 v\u00e2ntul,
\n\u00eentrecerea noastr\u0103 spre \u021b\u0103rmul dorit,
\n\u00eentr-o gar\u0103 trenul a\u0219teapt\u0103 apusul s\u0103-l duc\u0103
\n\u00eenapoi, \u00een timpul din care-a venit\u2026<\/p>\n


\nFiin\u021bele verii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen lanul acesta se ascund fiin\u021bele verii,
\npresimt c\u0103 secer\u0103torile gata de a-l trece nu \u0219tiu
\ncine \u0219i-a g\u0103sit ad\u0103post \u00eem galbenul auriu,<\/p>\n

Femei frumoase fugind de ispite sunt fiin\u021bele verii,
\n\u00een sun\u0103toarele lanuri, ele au trup str\u0103veziu
\ncu c\u00e2t mai p\u0103relnic, cu at\u00e2ta mai viu,<\/p>\n

De ce mi-a fost dat \u00een c\u00e2mpuri s\u0103 fiu,
\nmie sa-mi par\u0103 culesul mai aproape durerii?
\nFemei frumoase fugind de ispite
\nsunt fiin\u021bele verii…<\/p>\n


\nDoar s\u0103rutul<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t de ve\u015fnic e sf\u00e2r\u015fitul,
\nc\u00e2t de tandru \u00eenceputul!
\nSpune-mi suflete-n\u0163elept
\ncin-pe toate le cuprinde?<\/p>\n

Doar s\u0103rutul,
\ndoar s\u0103rutul…<\/p>\n


\nPove\u0219ti de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA<\/strong>
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La sfin\u021bii din De\u0219ertul Iudeii<\/strong><\/p>\n

La aproximativ 20 km distan\u021b\u0103 de Ierusalim merg\u00e2nd spre Ierihon, \u00een valea p\u00e2r\u00e2ului El-Kelt, prima \u00eent\u00e2lnire a ochilor cu de\u0219ertul a reprezentat o surpriz\u0103 tactil\u0103. \u00centotdeauna mi-l \u00eenchipuisem greu, dar cumva fluid \u0219i alc\u0103tuit din miriarde de fire de nisip, fiecare cu identitate \u0219i autonomie, or ceea ce m\u0103rginea drumul care m\u0103 a\u0219tepta spre l\u0103ca\u0219ul celui sl\u0103vit drept cel mai important sf\u00e2nt roman din cel\u0103lalt veac, Ioan Iacob Hozevitul, avea o \u00eencremenire, o duritate atemporal\u0103 \u0219i sugera o solitudine \u0219i o absen\u021b\u0103 care \u00ee\u021bi str\u00e2ngeau inima, astfel c\u0103 privirile reveneau instinctiv pe drumul viu prin siluetele oamenilor care \u00eel coborau sau \u00eel urcau, dep\u0103\u0219i\u021bi din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd de al\u021bii, c\u0103lare pe m\u0103g\u0103ru\u0219i. Erau \u0219i dintre cei r\u0103ma\u0219i sub un umbrar \u00een a\u0219teptare, urm\u0103rindu-i cu privirile, sus\u021bin\u00e2ndu-i cu g\u00e2ndul, mesageri ai rugilor lor. Coboram, drumul se desf\u0103\u0219ura alb, aproape argintiu, prin contrast cu peisajul colinar, care dezv\u0103luia de multe ori felii suprapuse, c\u00e2nd maronii, c\u00e2nd de aur stins, \u00een vreme ce la apus M\u0103n\u0103stirea \u201eSf\u00e2ntul Gheorghe\u201d se \u00een\u0103l\u021ba, cioplit\u0103 \u00een peretele st\u00e2ncos al v\u0103ii. Cea mai mare parte a drumului, l\u0103ca\u0219ul a\u0219a mi-a ap\u0103rut, ca o cetate inaccesibil\u0103, jum\u0103tate \u00een aer, jum\u0103tate \u00een cuib uria\u0219 de piatr\u0103. De-abia apropiindu-m\u0103 aveam s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg cu un suspin de u\u0219urare c\u0103 nu voi fi p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 \u00een de\u0219ert, c\u0103 de\u0219i tot mai anevoios din cauza trecerii \u00eentr-un regim abrupt, invizibil din punctul de pornire, drumul avea s\u0103 m\u0103 ridice chiar pe pragul m\u0103n\u0103stirii-cetate.
\nNu te ui\u021bi la ceas pe o astfel de cale, te la\u0219i purtat de g\u00e2nduri, la cei r\u0103ma\u0219i acas\u0103 \u0219i sunt deopotriv\u0103 cu tine, la eremi\u021bii care \u00een pustie au aflat locul cel mai aproape de Dumnezeu, la istoria veche de un mileniu \u0219i jum\u0103tate a zidirii rezidite \u00een timpuri la t\u00e2n\u0103rul de ob\u00e2r\u0219ie boto\u0219\u0103nean\u0103, cu mama stins\u0103 devreme \u0219i tat\u0103l r\u0103pus \u00een R\u0103zboiul Re\u00eentregirii Neamului, crescut \u00een credin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i \u00een respectarea r\u00e2nduielilor biserice\u0219ti, care dup\u0103 bacalaureatul sus\u021binut la Cern\u0103u\u021bi va alege c\u0103lug\u0103ria \u0219i M\u0103n\u0103stirea Neam\u021b, unde a fost r\u00e2nduit s\u0103 lucreze la bibliotec\u0103 \u0219i infirmerie. Chemarea \u021a\u0103rii Sfinte este \u00eens\u0103 irepresibil\u0103: sih\u0103stre\u0219te doi ani \u00eentr-o pe\u0219ter\u0103 din zona Iordanului, apoi este primit \u00een M\u0103n\u0103stirea \u201eSf. Sava\u201d, unde mai vie\u021buiau cinci monahi rom\u00e2ni, re\u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentre bolnavi \u0219i c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i remarc\u00e2ndu-se prin d\u0103ruire \u0219i devotament \u00een ostenelile c\u0103lug\u0103re\u0219ti. Hirotonit preot la Biserica Sf\u00e2ntului Morm\u00e2nt, devine stare\u021b al schitului \u201eSf. Ioan Botez\u0103torul\u201d, pe care \u00eel va preschimba \u00een \u201eSingura m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere rom\u00e2neasc\u0103\u201d, cum \u00ee\u0219i intituleaz\u0103 una dintre crea\u021biile sale poetice: \u201eAscuns \u00een mijlocul pustiei\/ Pe malul sf\u00e2ntului Iordan,\/ Acest l\u0103ca\u015f al Rom\u00e2niei\/ Ne-a fost la to\u0163i ca un liman\u201d. \u201eSimple la prima vedere, f\u0103r\u0103 complica\u021bii \u0219i rigori academice, sofisticate, versurile sf\u00e2ntului au o profunzime \u0219i frumuse\u021be de-a dreptul nep\u0103m\u00e2ntene\u201d scrie PS Timotei Prahoveanul, membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor, dar paginile pe care le dedic\u0103 celui pe care \u00eel nume\u0219te \u201eo floare din pustiul Hozevei\u201d se refer\u0103 cu prec\u0103dere la traiul s\u0103u de schimnic: \u201eS-a rugat \u00eendelung \u0219i a tr\u0103it \u00eentr-o mare simplitate. Ar\u0219i\u021ba zilei \u0219i frigul nop\u021bilor, \u00eencerc\u0103rile \u0219i amenin\u021b\u0103rile beduinilor p\u0103g\u00e2ni, ale t\u00e2lharilor \u0219i chiar ale animalelor s\u0103lbatice i-au picurat r\u0103bdare \u0219i smerenie peste r\u00e2vna fierbinte care i-a \u00eencununat \u00eentreaga via\u021b\u0103\u201d. O via\u021b\u0103 scurt\u0103, s-a stins la 47 de ani \u00een fa\u021ba morm\u00e2ntului deschis pe care \u0219i l-a preg\u0103tit \u00een apropierea pe\u0219terii \u00een care s-a retras dup\u0103 perioada petrecut\u0103 la schit. La s\u0103rb\u0103toarea canoniz\u0103rii, \u00een 2016, autorul l-a cunoscut pe preotul grec martor, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu Amfilohie, stare\u021bul de atunci al m\u0103n\u0103stirii, \u0219i cu p\u0103rintele Ioanichie, al ultimelor clipe ale schimnicului. Student la \u0218coala Patriarhal\u0103 de pe Sion, \u00een vacan\u021ba de var\u0103 Vasileios Vakras ducea o dat\u0103 pe s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 de la M\u0103n\u0103stirea \u201eSf. Gheorghe\u201d pesme\u021bi \u0219i fructe celor trei asce\u021bi care vie\u021buiau \u00een ad\u0103posturile scobite \u00een peretele de piatr\u0103 al v\u0103ii.
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\nCamelia Manuela SAVA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Portretul t\u0103u<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103
\nte apropii de mine \u0219i ui\u021bi s\u0103 \u00eemi m\u00e2ng\u00e2i sufletul
\ntaci
\nsilabele se str\u00e2ng neputincioase
\namestec\u00e2ndu-se cu aroma cafelei
\nfaci semne de ne\u00een\u021beles pentru mine
\nc\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi bagi visele \u00een buzunarul st\u00e2ng
\nal c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ii cu dungi albastre
\nreu\u0219e\u0219ti s\u0103 dai drumul cuv\u00e2ntului iubire, eliber\u00e2ndu-l
\neliber\u00e2ndu-te
\nf\u0103c\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103 zboare<\/p>\n


\nIdeal <\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu v\u0103 teme\u021bi! Fiecare avem ce povesti \u00eengerilor
\ncum am iubit
\ncum am tr\u0103dat
\nce am mai visat
\nce prieteni sau du\u0219mani am avut
\nce vin am b\u0103ut
\nce cuvinte am silabisit prima dat\u0103
\ntoate vor deveni lumin\u0103 c\u00e2nd noi nu vom mai fi dec\u00e2t
\ntimp!<\/p>\n


\nDeschis spre vizitare<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca \u00eentr-un muzeu –
\ndeschis spre vizitare numai \u00een noaptea aceea de mai –
\npornesc s\u0103 defileze idealurile mele
\niar \u00een parada lor nefireasc\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 s\u0103 se nimereasc\u0103
\nun vis stingher care
\ns\u0103 ias\u0103 \u00een b\u0103taia pu\u0219tii ca o dorin\u021b\u0103 deocheat\u0103
\natunci m\u0103 trezesc l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u2013
\nsunt doar un trup, nu o femeie
\nsunt doar o umbr\u0103, nu un suflet,
\ndoi s\u00e2ni, doi ochi\u2026<\/p>\n


\nFAPTE CULTURALE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Festivalul-Concurs Na\u0163ional de Crea\u0163ie Literar\u0103 \u201eAvangarda XXII\u201d,
\nedi\u0163ia a XVII – a, Bac\u0103u, 23 \u2013 25 septembrie 2018<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Mar\u021bi, 25 septembrie a.c., la Centrul de Cultur\u0103 \u201eGeorge Apostu\u201d din Bac\u0103u a avut loc festivitatea de decernare a premiilor celei de-a XVII – a edi\u021bii a Festivalului-Concurs Na\u0163ional de Crea\u0163ie Literar\u0103 \u201eAvangarda XXII\u201c.
\nJuriul, alc\u0103tuit din scriitorii Mihai Cimpoi – pre\u015fedinte, Mircea Muthu, Radu Voinescu, Ioan Holban \u0219i Victor Munteanu – membri, a acordat premiul al II-lea \u2013 sec\u021biunea poezie \u2013 \u0219i premiul revistei \u201eHyperion\u201d doamnei Silvia Ioana SOFINETI, secretar de redac\u021bie al revistei \u201eSpa\u021bii culturale\u201d.
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\nSilvia Ioana SOFINETI<\/strong><\/p>\n

marin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

bobul de nisip alearg\u0103 \u00een calea v\u00e2ntului
\nse opre\u0219te uneori, ia o gur\u0103 de mare
\nporne\u0219te iar\u0103\u0219i \u00een c\u0103utare.
\no adiere \u00eel atinge bl\u00e2nd
\nse opre\u0219te debusolat
\n\u00een urma pasului t\u0103u pe \u021b\u0103rm.
\n– s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund, zic
\nnu se \u0219tie niciodat\u0103 ce vine dup\u0103 ce ai trecut tu
\ns\u0103 stau la umbra degetului t\u0103u mic
\nlipit de unghie.
\nia-m\u0103 cu tine \u00een mare
\ns\u0103-i g\u0103sesc pe ai mei
\nprintre c\u0103lu\u021bi \u0219i alge \u0219i insecte
\ndincolo de val.<\/p>\n


\nmigrena<\/strong><\/p>\n

durerea str\u00e2nge \u00een ghearele ei t\u00e2mpla
\npulseaz\u0103 strig\u00e2nd sunt aici
\nde parc\u0103 ar mai fi fost nevoie.
\nun nor acoper\u0103 privirea
\n\u00een\u021beap\u0103 auzul
\nr\u00e2de \u00een mi\u0219carea unduitoare c\u0103tre ceaf\u0103.
\nt\u00e2mpla zv\u00e2cne\u0219te neputincioas\u0103
\neliberat\u0103 pentru moment din cle\u0219te.
\nrespir\u0103 ad\u00e2nc
\ndar durerea zbang vine \u00eenapoi.
\n\u00eenchid ochii, num\u0103r p\u00e2n\u0103 la zece
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la o sut\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 la… ce sens are
\ndac\u0103 e tot acolo
\npuls\u00e2nd, veghind, respir\u00e2nd
\no via\u021b\u0103 proprie.
\na\u0219tep\u021bi s\u0103 te uite.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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