{"id":20300,"date":"2023-02-07T15:28:47","date_gmt":"2023-02-07T12:28:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20300"},"modified":"2023-02-07T15:28:47","modified_gmt":"2023-02-07T12:28:47","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-86-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20300","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 86 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Daniel DR\u0102GAN<\/strong>
\n(20 decembrie 1935 \u2013 25 martie 2016)
\n\"\"

Sus<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era ceva \u00een atmosfer\u0103
\no boare uscat\u0103 un aer \u00eencins
\nparc\u0103 s-ar fi ciocnit o comet\u0103
\nsc\u0103pat\u0103 pe sens interzis.<\/p>\n

Carele se r\u0103suceau descriind
\nvariabile intersti\u021bii.
\npe Calea Lactee m\u0103r\u0219\u0103luiau
\nnev\u0103zu\u021bi meteori\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Tu erai mult mai departe de ei
\n\u00eentr-o direc\u021bie contrar\u0103.
\ns\u0103 te ajung mi-ar fi trebuit
\ntreizeci de ani \u0219i o var\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nu-\u021bi vedeam dec\u00e2t un col\u021b de obraz
\np\u0103ru-\u021bi c\u0103zuse pe frunte
\nnum\u0103rai sateli\u021bii de tinichea
\nca pe ni\u0219te m\u0103rgele m\u0103runte.<\/p>\n

\u021ai-am f\u0103cut semn \u0219i tu ai r\u0103spuns
\nsau poate mi se p\u0103ruse doar mie
\ns-ar fi putut s\u0103 m\u0103-n\u0219el
\ncine \u0219tie!<\/p>\n

\u00cen atmosfer\u0103 era cu siguran\u021b\u0103 ceva
\nun sentiment cosmic rebel.
\nte-am sunat te-am sunat te-am sunat
\n\u0219i n-ai r\u0103spuns la apel.<\/p>\n


\nAccident cosmic<\/strong><\/p>\n

De c\u00e2nd a c\u0103zut peste mine o stea
\nam ran\u0103 cu floare la um\u0103rul st\u00e2ng.
\nO frunz\u0103 uscat\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ur\u0103 inima mea
\n\u0219i venele ca ni\u0219te bretele interioare m\u0103 str\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n

Alergam dup\u0103 o biciclet\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103
\nfenomenele cosmice nu m\u0103 interesau
\n\u00eemi spuneam \u00eencuraj\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 poate c\u0103
\nlupii-ndr\u0103zneala s-adulmece n-au.<\/p>\n

Lini\u0219tit alergam lini\u0219tit
\ndup\u0103 o biciclet\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103.
\nm-a lovit drept \u00een um\u0103r c\u0103z\u00e2nd m-a lovit
\nsteaua aceea romantic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Nic\u0103ieri n-a mai fost cum era.
\nVulturii zburau cu aripi de gresie
\npeste rana care darnic se deschidea.
\nFloarea n-avea nici o impresie.<\/p>\n

Glasul meu s-a \u00eentors c\u0103tre mine \u0219i azi
\nsun\u0103-n mine ca doar eu s\u0103-l aud.
\nPloile cosmice cad peste brazi
\nsufletu-mi este rece \u0219i ud.<\/p>\n


\nFocul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Focul \u0219i numele lui neidentice
\n \u00eemi a\u021bineau calea de o mie de ani<\/em><\/p>\n

A\u0219teptarea din aripa mea
\ndevenise \u0219i ea o f\u00e2lf\u00e2ire
\nAripa se zb\u0103tea alb\u0103 \u0219i grea
\n\u00eentr-o secret\u0103 nefire.<\/p>\n

Nu eram eu nu era ea
\nnu era nimeni s\u0103 \u0219tie.
\nPe biciclet\u0103 Sf\u00e2ntul Ilie trecea
\ndar nu-mi d\u0103dea aten\u021bie mie.<\/p>\n

Biciclistul pedala pedala pedala
\nprintre bulg\u0103rii m\u0103rilor ninse.
\nSpi\u021bele ro\u021bilor str\u0103luceau \u00eentre noi
\nnichelate \u0219i simetric \u00eentinse.<\/p>\n

-Unde putem bea o cafea?
\nzise ea \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 se scuture
\nfata care se lipise de inima mea
\n\u0219i-am crezut mai \u00eent\u00e2i c\u0103 e fluture.<\/p>\n

Focul \u0219i numele lui
\nn-auzir\u0103 \u00eentrebarea.
\nNorii hohotir\u0103 pe trasee hai-hui.
\nCerul era deasupra jos marea.<\/p>\n

Nu era ea nu eram eu
\nci o f\u0103ptur\u0103 fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103.
\nAm \u00een\u021beles c\u0103-ntr-un nor undeva
\nunicul \u0219ade la p\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nEa comand\u0103 apoi un profiterol<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu fri\u0219c\u0103 mult\u0103 \u0219i fragi.
\n-Cofet\u0103ria s-a-nchis de o mie de ani
\nbubuir\u0103-n eter ni\u0219te sunete vagi.<\/p>\n

Ea mai comand\u0103 trei p\u0103l\u0103rii
\ndar c\u00e2nd nu i se r\u0103spunse zise doar Ah!
\nApoi se f\u0103cea c\u0103 e noapte \u0219i zi
\nca p\u0103tr\u0103\u021belele pe tabla de \u0219ah.<\/p>\n

Norii se desf\u0103ceau lunec\u00e2nd
\nfiecare p\u0103rea liber s\u0103 plece.
\nAlte desene. \u0218i zarea era
\n\u00eentunecat\u0103 \u0219i rece.<\/p>\n

Ea trecea strada ca o siluet\u0103 de nor
\npulberi de ap\u0103 stelar\u0103.
\nCerul ofta str\u0103b\u0103tut
\nde o dezn\u0103dejde amar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mergeam de-a bu\u0219ilea printre nori
\naripile se desf\u0103cuser\u0103 repede.
\nA\u0219a se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 de zbori
\nprintre nori c\u00e2nd \u00eencep s\u0103 se lepede.<\/p>\n

Ea din nou trecu strada \u0219i eu
\nam privit-o mult dep\u0103rt\u00e2ndu-se.
\nCerul c\u0103zuse pe um\u0103rul meu
\nploaia veni dezleg\u00e2ndu-se.<\/p>\n


\nPerpetuum 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

La-nceput n-a avut dec\u00e2t apa
\nvulcanii \u0219i gazele bolborosind \u00een lagune.
\nM\u0103dulare de brad i-au fost jertfe t\u00e2rzii.
\nApoi carnea silabele dorul
\nla punctul etern \u00eentre a fost \u0219i va fi.<\/p>\n

Joag\u0103rul mor\u021bii cade egal
\npe ecranul retinei peste memorie.
\nClipa se sparge la prima atingere
\n\u0219i se face istorie.<\/p>\n

Dintele bate-n materia mea
\nca-ntr-o r\u0103scoal\u0103 du\u0219mana lui und\u0103.
\nMor \u0219i m\u0103 nasc \u00eentre a fost \u0219i va fi
\ncu fiecare nelini\u0219tit\u0103 secund\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sunt rodul arderii vii
\ndin clipa ce moare cu mine
\nmateria prim\u0103 a arderii vii
\ndin clipa care se-ndreapt\u0103 spre mine.<\/p>\n


\nPerpetuum 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

I-am spus omului s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 \u0219i s-a oprit
\nst\u00e2lp \u00eenlemnit la marginea drumului<\/p>\n

dar drumul n-a \u00een\u021beles porunca rostit\u0103
\n\u0219i-a pornit nebune\u0219te-napoi.<\/p>\n

I-am spus p\u0103m\u00e2ntului s\u0103-\u0219i opreasc\u0103 rotirea.
\nEl a-nghe\u021bat ca o roat\u0103 cu osia rupt\u0103
\ndar celelalte planete \u0219i cerul
\nse-nv\u00e2rteau \u00eemprejur.<\/p>\n

Drumul fugea pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 om \u00eenapoi
\ncerul se-nv\u00e2rtea peste osia rupt\u0103
\npas\u0103rea mor\u021bii ad\u0103sta \u00een v\u0103zduh
\nneg\u0103sind loc s\u0103 se-a\u0219eze.<\/p>\n


\nPerpetuum 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

Muntele va muri \u00eenecat de potop
\nsau sf\u0103r\u00e2mat cu bubuiri de trotil
\ncerul s\u0103getat de viet\u0103\u021bi ame\u021bite
\nlunec\u00e2nd pe serpentine de tril.<\/p>\n

Sau poate c\u0103 punctul se va roti r\u0103bd\u0103tor
\nf\u0103r\u00e2micioasele v\u00e2rste m\u0103cin\u00e2nd a\u0219teptarea
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd cre\u0219tetul va fi delt\u0103 sau nor
\n\u0219i peste cremene va s\u0103 scapere marea.<\/p>\n

G\u00e2nd solitar voi urma s\u0103 exist
\nsol pe planeta pustie \u0219i tern\u0103
\nva tremura \u00een crepuscul un soare b\u0103tr\u00e2n
\nmartor miop \u00een lentila etern\u0103.<\/p>\n

punct sau celul\u0103 voi urma s\u0103 exist
\nlent balans\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 golul \u0219i plinul
\npip\u0103ind formele \u00een care fidel
\nplaneta \u00eemi copiaz\u0103 destinul.<\/p>\n


\nClipa<\/strong><\/p>\n

Frumoasa nebun\u0103 \u0219i-a fluturat
\nc\u00e2ntecul p\u0103rului peste c\u0103ma\u0219a de in
\nfericit\u0103 ca ciuta ce sare
\nde pieptul mun\u021bilor rezem\u00e2ndu-\u0219i auzul.<\/p>\n

\u021aine-ncordat\u0103 s\u0103geata privirii!
\nFata nebun\u0103 a trecut sc\u0103p\u0103rat
\nca lumina sc\u00e2nteii pe cremene.<\/p>\n

Numai clipa l\u0103sat\u0103-n privire
\nnumai clipa
\n\u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219te s\u0103-i semene.<\/p>\n


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

Doina CERNICA <\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00cempreun\u0103 cu Dora Kandili<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un tablou viu care \u00eemi place at\u00e2t de mult: pe fundalul m\u0103rii \u0219i al cerului, coloanele cu emblematicii c\u0103priori ai Rodosului – c\u0103priori lop\u0103tari singulari prin AND, prin statur\u0103 – \u0219i cu Fortul Sf\u00e2ntul Nicolae, \u00c1gios Nik\u00f3laos, \u00een spate. \u00cen fa\u021b\u0103, \u00een mi\u0219care, turi\u0219ti \u0219i Dora Kandili la ceasul spre apus al \u00eent\u00e2lnirii noastre. To\u021bi suntem bucuro\u0219i, nu pentru c\u0103 avem un ghid care vorbe\u0219te rom\u00e2ne\u0219te, ci pentru c\u0103 o grecoaic\u0103 vorbe\u0219te at\u00e2t de frumos, de expresiv rom\u00e2ne\u0219te. Theodora Kandili, arheolog \u0219i profesoar\u0103 de istorie, a absolvit Facultatea de Istorie-Filosofie la Bucure\u0219ti.
\n\"\"


\nValeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU <\/strong>
\n\"\"

alt\u0103 lumin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

pere\u021bii se sub\u021biaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 ce toate jur\u0103mintele
\ntrec prin ei \u0219i se schimb\u0103 \u00een pietre.
\naici a fost chipul Mariei, mutilat cu bun\u0103 \u0219tiin\u021b\u0103.
\ncohortele de corbi \u00een sutane lucioase \u00eenc\u0103 mai umbresc
\nstr\u0103lucirea suav\u0103 a crinului, parfumul lui
\nintrat ca o muzic\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge;
\ne negru peste tot, din sita pere\u021bilor se scurge f\u0103in\u0103
\npentru mor\u021bii f\u0103\u021barnici, cei care au f\u0103cut
\njur\u0103m\u00e2nt de smerenie sub altare de nori.
\nde acolo vine blestemul, din neuitarea p\u0103catului
\nde a trece prin guri tinere de lup toat\u0103 mirarea,
\n\u0219i foamea, \u0219i ar\u0219i\u021ba p\u00e2ntecului nicic\u00e2nd domolit\u0103.
\nchipul Mariei intr\u0103 \u00een pietre
\nca s\u0103 se nasc\u0103 \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 p\u0103dure de crini,
\n\u00eentr-o alt\u0103 lumin\u0103, mai lin\u0103. <\/p>\n


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

trafican\u021bii de ghiocei au fost prin\u0219i, acum stau
\n\u00eenc\u0103tu\u0219a\u021bi de poli\u021bia iernii mereu c\u0103lare pe noi.
\ndin camera de arest se aud vaiete, vine miros de plumb
\n\u0219i de tulpin\u0103 strivit\u0103, semn c\u0103 vestitorii nostalgici \u0219i puri
\ntocmai au fost, cumva, c\u0103lca\u021bi \u00een picioare.
\ndincolo de z\u0103brele, democra\u021bia naturii url\u0103 pe str\u0103zi
\nspre lupii cei tineri, spre hienele \u00een bleu-gendarme purt\u00e2nd, triumf\u0103toare, tor\u021be cu c\u00e2te trei trandafiri
\nde la serele partidului de guvern\u0103m\u00e2nt;
\nnoi avem doar v\u0103zul, \u0219i auzul, \u0219i pip\u0103itul, adic\u0103
\ndurerea celor reale \u0219i \u00eent\u00e2mplate recent;
\nei au cuv\u00e2ntul cel str\u00e2mb, furia lui justi\u021biar\u0103
\n\u0219i-un Dumnezeu luat \u00een der\u00e2dere:
\nde aceea ne mor trafican\u021bii de ghiocei, marii evazioni\u0219ti
\nai patriei, spaima \u0219i ruina ei.<\/p>\n


\nlini\u0219tea spa\u021biului \u00eenchis<\/strong><\/p>\n

ziduri groase, reci, de care lumina se teme:
\nstau \u00eentre ele at\u00e2t de cuminte \u2013 cumin\u021benia
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntului, ricaneaz\u0103 un g\u00e2nd \u2013
\nvederea s-a mutat dinafar\u0103 spre \u00eenl\u0103untru,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 prea mare folos:
\n\u0219i aici sunt ziduri concentrice, cu \u0219an\u021buri \u0219i r\u0103ni \u00eentre ele,
\n\u0219i aici se aud doar c\u00e2rti\u021bele din ad\u00e2nc ori liliecii
\n\u021bip\u00e2nd sp\u00e2nzura\u021bi sus \u00een turle.
\nauzul mai \u00eencearc\u0103 uneori s\u0103 \u00een\u0219ele, s\u0103 fure sunete,
\ns\u0103 le preschimbe c\u00e2nd \u00een b\u0103taie de clopot,
\nc\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2ntec de mierl\u0103.
\nziua e departe, \u0219apte ziduri concentrice
\nstau greoaie \u00eentre mine \u0219i ea.
\niluzia saltului, zborul \u0219i visul \u2013 \u00eenecate
\n\u00een negru opac, \u00een nesomn \u0219i mu\u021benie.
\nnici \u00eengerul n-a trecut pe aici, poate doar Laz\u0103r:
\nsimt aroma de mir a f\u00e2\u0219iilor de p\u00e2nz\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u0103 ude-ntr-un col\u021b, unde cred c\u0103 e lespedea funerar\u0103;
\ncine s\u0103 m\u0103 strige \u0219i pe mine s\u0103 ies \u00een lumin\u0103,
\ns\u0103-mi lep\u0103d pielea de \u0219arpe, \u0219i ochii de c\u00e2rti\u021b\u0103,
\n\u0219i \u021bip\u0103tul, pentru o nou\u0103 \u00eentoarcere
\nsub cerul mai pur, transparent \u0219i \u00eenalt?
\npoate bobul de gr\u00e2u \u00eencol\u021bit sub genunchi,
\npoate bobul de t\u0103m\u00e2ie aprins la rug\u0103ciune,
\npoate zidul, s\u0103tul s\u0103 m\u0103 str\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een el
\nca pe cea mai inutil\u0103 dintre jertfe.<\/p>\n


\np\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i somn<\/strong><\/p>\n

va veni o noapte c\u00e2nd statuile se vor sparge sub ger,
\npeste parc vor trece c\u00e2rduri de ciori m\u00e2nate de v\u00e2nt
\n\u0219i poarta s\u0103rutului prins\u0103-n cuv\u00e2nt va sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2i
\nca un poem de divor\u021b sub luna ascuns\u0103;
\nnoaptea de iarn\u0103 e o noapte de pr\u0103p\u0103d, \u00een stihiile ei
\nse pr\u0103bu\u0219esc toate cuvintele luminoase,
\ntoate p\u0103s\u0103rile \u0219i somnul.
\nf\u0103r\u0103 motiv bat acolo clopotele,
\nbisericile au r\u0103mas drepte \u0219i pustii:
\ncine mai \u00eengenuncheaz\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba altarelor?
\ncine mai aprinde lum\u00e2n\u0103ri pentru mor\u021bii cei vii,
\nc\u00e2nd v\u00e2ntul \u00eei scoate din icoane \u0219i-i arunc\u0103 pe str\u0103zi?
\nco\u0219marul \u00eencepe la ceasuri t\u00e2rzii,
\nimagini dintr-o lume pe dos adun\u00e2nd;
\niarna pare etern\u0103, cu noaptea ei nemiloas\u0103,
\ncu demonii cei f\u0103r\u0103 de odihn\u0103;
\nscriu pe-ntuneric, visez c\u0103 scriu
\n\u0219i scrisul devine criv\u0103\u021b \u0219i ger.<\/p>\n


\nhibernalis<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0219i uite aceast\u0103 iarn\u0103, cu p\u0103l\u0103riu\u021bele ei de dantel\u0103
\nstr\u0103punse de \u021bur\u021buri,
\nmai anost\u0103 dec\u00e2t vecina Rozica, cea cu molii pe spr\u00e2ncene,
\nmai trist\u0103 dec\u00e2t Angela cea ve\u0219nic \u00eens\u0103rcinat\u0103,
\ncare nu poate s\u0103 nasc\u0103, ci \u00ee\u0219i \u021bine copiii \u00een\u0103untru,
\n\u00een m\u0103rile ei f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021b
\naceast\u0103 iarn\u0103 intr\u0103 pe strada cu trei case (una este a mea),
\ngonind moliile \u0219i f\u0103c\u00e2nd pruncii nen\u0103scu\u021bi
\ns\u0103 urle \u00een m\u0103rile f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021b
\nla geam se decoloreaz\u0103 mu\u0219cate, miroase a pr\u0103p\u0103d
\n\u0219i a ve\u0219nicie, timpul e un drum nesf\u00e2r\u0219it f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103nii,
\ncu pa\u0219ii mei \u00eengropa\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 preot, f\u0103r\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103ri.
\niarna aceasta \u0219tie c\u0103 vine pentru totdeauna,
\ndincolo de ea nu mai sunt nici cuvinte,
\nnici flori grele de mac.<\/p>\n


\nNicolae NISTOR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

S\u0102 POT S\u0102 TE RESPIR PRIN MINE <\/strong><\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 \u021bi-a\u0219 spune c\u0103 te iubesc
\n\u0219i a\u0219 ruga frunzele s\u0103 mai a\u0219tepte
\n\u0219i \u021bi-a\u0219 atinge p\u0103rul cu m\u00e2inile disperate,
\na\u0219a, s\u0103 simt mirosul t\u0103u prin adierile toamnei,
\ns\u0103 sim\u021bi \u00eent\u00e2rzierile din mine,
\nm-ai crede f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ezi\u021bi?
\nDac\u0103 \u021bi-a\u0219 spune de inima mea sl\u0103bit\u0103
\nce bate numele t\u0103u de floare,
\n\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 tic\u0103ie asemeni unui ceas adormit,
\n\u0219i oxigeneaz\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cit sufletul meu,
\ns\u0103 pot s\u0103 te respir prin mine \u00een dimine\u021bile noastre
\nc\u00e2nd ne \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 lumina lumii
\nm-ai ocroti renun\u021b\u00e2nd la p\u0103r\u0103sire?
\nTu \u0219tii ce trist\u0103 este singur\u0103tatea nop\u021bilor
\nf\u0103r\u0103 iubirea ierbii, f\u0103r\u0103 anotimpuri,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 soarele lumii, de vezi c\u0103rucioare plimb\u00e2nd
\namnezia \u00eentr-un spital final,
\nunde nu mai sunt c\u0103r\u021bile \u0219i pipa,
\nnici mirosul cafelei noastre din iubire,
\neu privind \u00een gol prin ferestrele ferecate
\npe care pictez amintirile noastre.
\nCum tu e\u0219ti urma mea pe nisip,
\no z\u00e2n\u0103 cu t\u00e2mple de z\u0103pad\u0103,
\n\u0219i nu aud, \u0219i nu simt temperatura noastr\u0103.
\nDac\u0103 \u021bi-a\u0219 spune c\u0103 florile mele nu au v\u00e2rst\u0103,
\nc\u0103 ele vor pleca odat\u0103 cu noi,
\nc\u0103 vocea ta t\u0103cut\u0103 se vede prin pupile,
\nc\u0103 fiecare pas al t\u0103u este \u00een mine
\n\u0219i nu pot \u00een\u021belege via\u021ba f\u0103r\u0103 tine,
\ncrede-m\u0103, nu renun\u021ba la mine!
\nDac\u0103 \u021bi-a\u0219 spune, acum,
\nc\u00e2nd frunzele ne mai a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nc\u0103 sigur vom p\u0103\u0219i \u00een doi, \u00een alt\u0103 via\u021b\u0103?<\/p>\n


\nCALUL TATUAT <\/strong><\/p>\n

Gr\u0103bit alunec\u0103 din mine nisipul
\nf\u0103r\u0103 num\u0103r cad cristalele \u00een p\u00e2lnie
\niar eu alergat de furtun\u0103
\n\u00een galop str\u00e2ng de d\u00e2rlogi
\ncalul timpului
\ncare se descompune
\ncastelele mele se duc
\nu\u0219or ca o maree
\nce ud\u0103 t\u0103lpile mele
\nurmele care cad \u00een umbr\u0103
\n\u00eentr-o noapte
\nc\u00e2nd am chef de alergat
\npe un cal tatuat cu stele<\/p>\n


\nC\u0102L\u0102TORI SPRE NEMURIRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

vom pleca c\u00e2nd vine vremea
\nc\u0103l\u0103tori pe-o stea \u00een noapte
\nprecum albatro\u0219ii \u00een marea
\n\u00een care cerul vrea s\u0103 \u00eenoate
\nvom fi liberi pe acel drum
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a ne mai \u00eentoarce
\nzeit\u0103\u021bile vor pl\u00e2nge
\n\u00een altare ascunse-n noapte
\nse vor fr\u00e2nge multe aripi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 v\u00e2rst\u0103 sau prea crude
\nse vor duce undeva
\nnu \u0219tim cum
\nnu \u0219tim unde
\nvom pleca c\u00e2nd vine v\u00e2ntul
\ncare bate spre apus
\nnu vom \u0219ti de unde vine
\nnu vom \u0219ti unde am ajuns
\niar acolo este soare
\n\u0219i albastru f\u0103r\u0103 cer
\nniciodat\u0103 nu se moare
\nvia\u021ba are timp \u0219i sens<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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