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Acelea\u0219i valuri spal\u0103 malul
\nVenind din alba dep\u0103rtare
\nAcela\u0219i vin curge-n pocalul
\nB\u0103ut de neagr\u0103 disperare…<\/p>\n

Acelui ce scruteaz\u0103 zarea
\nCu m\u00e2na strea\u0219in\u0103 f\u0103cut\u0103
\nAcele v\u00e2ntului \u00eei iau suflarea
\n\u0218i-o duc pe-o cale neb\u0103tut\u0103!<\/p>\n

Aceluia\u0219i b\u0103tut de soart\u0103
\n\u00cei mai adaug\u0103-o povar\u0103.
\nAceia\u0219i umeri care-o poart\u0103
\nO car\u0103 pentru-a mia oar\u0103…<\/p>\n

Acesta e un destin jalnic
\nAl unui om f\u0103r\u0103 noroc
\nA cedrului ce a fost falnic
\n\u0218i a ajuns doar lemn de foc!<\/p>\n

13.08.2018<\/p>\n

Amar<\/strong><\/p>\n

A mareei fr\u0103m\u00e2ntare
\nc\u0103tre \u021b\u0103rmuri se revars\u0103
\ncu vuiet lung de \u00eentristare
\n\u0219i gust de fericire ars\u0103…<\/p>\n

A martiriu \u0219i-a jertfire
\nse-nfioar\u0103 t\u00e2mpla pietrei
\ncea pierdut\u0103-n nemurire
\n\u0219i-n miros de p\u00e2ini \u00een vetre<\/p>\n

Am ars vise-n crematorii
\nprivind fumul melancolic,
\nsclavi ai pierderii candorii
\npentr-un z\u00e2mbet diabolic…<\/p>\n

Am arat p\u0103m\u00e2ntul reav\u0103n
\nasud\u00e2nd pentru o p\u00e2ine,
\namar fuse pl\u00e2nsul zdrav\u0103n
\nprevestind ziua de m\u00e2ine…<\/p>\n

26.08.2019<\/p>\n

Amabila toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amabila toamn\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 cuminte
\nr\u00e2ndul s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenceap\u0103 expansiunea
\nprecum \u00een vremurile de mai dinainte,
\nde c\u00e2nd \u0219i-a \u00eenceput succesiunea…<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbind \u00een\u021belept \u0219i ca s-o conving\u0103,
\narunc\u0103 trei zile mai reci peste lume,
\npentru ca fierbin\u021beala verii s\u0103 sting\u0103
\n\u0219i s\u0103-i arate c\u0103 nu-i loc de glume.<\/p>\n

Deodat\u0103, vara zurlie se-opre\u0219te \u00een loc
\nv\u0103z\u00e2nd c\u0103 natura-i at\u00e2t de schimbat\u0103,
\npare convins\u0103, mai domole\u0219te din foc,
\ncum a mai tot f\u0103cut-o \u0219i alt\u0103dat\u0103…<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci nu \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219te s\u0103 nu o respecte
\npe doamna at\u00e2t de distins\u0103 \u0219i calm\u0103,
\ncu vechi maniere princiare, selecte,
\ndar care ar \u0219ti s\u0103-i dea \u0219i-o sudalm\u0103…<\/p>\n

Iar toamna \u00eencepe s\u0103-\u0219i desf\u0103\u0219oare,
\nnoian de culori, \u00eentr-un mod minu\u021bios
\n\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 se-ntreab\u0103 mirat\u0103 de ce oare
\nvara, tot n-a \u00een\u021beles s\u0103 o ia \u00een serios?<\/p>\n

25.09.2019<\/p>\n

Am auzit…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am auzit c\u0103 moartea se \u00eenva\u021b\u0103
\ntrec\u00e2nd prin ea \u00een fiecare alt\u0103 zi,
\nmurind repetitiv \u00een noua via\u021b\u0103
\npe care o tr\u0103ie\u0219ti f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii…<\/p>\n

\u0218i-apoi re\u00eenviind cu disperarea
\nacelui condamnat la existen\u021b\u0103,
\nce \u00ee\u0219i alege-n trupu-i exilarea,
\ntr\u0103ie\u0219ti etern \u00een crunta peniten\u021b\u0103…<\/p>\n

Abia sc\u0103pat din albe crematorii,
\n\u0219i refuz\u00e2nd p\u0103m\u00e2ntul ud \u0219i greu,
\na\u0219tep\u021bi apusul peste promontorii
\ncu sufletul la mila vreunui zeu…<\/p>\n

Am auzit c\u0103 moartea e \u00een via\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i mergi la bra\u021b cu ea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii
\ndar nu ai voie s-o prive\u0219ti \u00een fa\u021b\u0103,
\ndec\u00e2t c\u00e2nd ai plecat dintre cei vii…<\/p>\n

25.07.2019<\/p>\n

Amin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am intrat odat\u0103, pe furi\u0219,
\n\u00cen ochii t\u0103i \u00eenchi\u0219i
\nAm interzis nego\u021bul cu frunzi\u0219
\n\u0218i dansul cu dervi\u0219i…<\/p>\n

Am invitat la mas\u0103 clipa
\nCa s\u0103 se osp\u0103teze
\nAm incitat la zbor, aripa,
\nS\u0103 bat\u0103, s\u0103 vibreze…<\/p>\n

Am inundat cu lacrimi visul
\nCare voia s\u0103 ard\u0103
\nAm invocat din nou abisul
\n\u00cen ere s\u0103 m\u0103 piard\u0103…<\/p>\n

Am insistat s\u0103 bat la poarta
\nLuminii de apoi,
\nAmin! R\u0103spunse rece soarta
\n\u0218i m\u0103 primi-ntr-o joi…<\/p>\n

09.09.2018<\/p>\n

Amurg citadin<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se-aprind \u00eencet-\u00eencet lumini
\npeste ora\u0219ul \u0103sta obosit
\nmiroase-a noapte prin gr\u0103dini
\n\u0219i-a verde palid, pr\u0103fuit…<\/p>\n

Apusul se tope\u0219te-n zare,
\n\u0219i \u00eenro\u0219e\u0219te trena nop\u021bii
\nce iese iar\u0103\u0219i la plimbare,
\naprinz\u00e2nd stelele bol\u021bii…<\/p>\n

\u00cen urma nop\u021bii, ochii se \u00eenchid,
\ncu lene\u0219 fluturat de gene,
\nsub care se mai na\u0219te-un rid,
\nsemn de triste\u021bi bacoviene…<\/p>\n

Vegheat de albele sf\u00e2rleze,
\nora\u0219ul toarce, adormit,
\nsub dealuri bl\u00e2nde \u0219i obeze,
\nvis\u00e2nd la tot ce n-a tr\u0103it…<\/p>\n

18.08.2019<\/p>\n

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

A p\u0103rut, pentru o clip\u0103,
\nC\u0103 pluteam peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nA p\u0103lit, \u00een v\u00e2rf de-arip\u0103,
\nOrice fel de sim\u021b\u0103m\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

A p\u0103strat lumina lunii
\nFrumuse\u021bea umbrei tale,
\nA p\u0103truns iz de petunii
\n\u00cen armuri medievale…<\/p>\n

A p\u0103c\u0103tuit \u0219i sf\u00e2ntul
\nSub lama de ghilotin\u0103
\nA p\u0103r\u0103sit umil cuv\u00e2ntul
\nSub protec\u021bie divin\u0103…<\/p>\n

A p\u0103\u0219it \u00een lume orbul
\nPe o raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103
\nA p\u0103tat cu s\u00e2nge corbul
\nAlbul cel f\u0103r\u0103 de vin\u0103…<\/p>\n

11.09.2018<\/p>\n

Apus<\/strong><\/p>\n

A pus noaptea st\u0103p\u00e2nire
\nPeste lupii care url\u0103
\nA pustiu \u0219i-a prih\u0103nire
\nPrecum clopotul din turl\u0103…<\/p>\n

A pus luna, albe mantii
\nPeste tot \u0219i peste toate,
\nA pustiului largi gratii
\nCer eresuri evadate…<\/p>\n

Apus ro\u0219u, galben-pal,
\nFiert \u00een dep\u0103rtate ape
\nA pus iar semnul egal,
\n\u00centre ochi ce vor s\u0103 scape…<\/p>\n

A pustiei grea pleoap\u0103
\nCe se-nchide-n faptul serii,
\nA pus foc pe vis de ap\u0103
\n\u0218i-a-nghe\u021bat glasul durerii…<\/p>\n

10.12.2018<\/p>\n

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Apus<\/strong><\/p>\n

A pustiu \u0219i-a lun\u0103 nou\u0103
\nUrl\u0103 lupii \u00een nop\u021bi albe
\nDe se crap\u0103 lumea-n dou\u0103
\nSub strivirea vremii oarbe…<\/p>\n

A pus g\u00e2ndul tainic cheie
\nApelor ce curg \u00een vaduri
\nC\u0103r\u00e2nd, rupt\u0103 \u00een cr\u00e2mpeie,
\nFuria de prin z\u0103gazuri…<\/p>\n

A pus omul fr\u00e2ie vie\u021bii
\nCe h\u0103l\u0103duia pe c\u00e2mpuri
\nVr\u00e2nd s\u0103-i fure tinere\u021bii
\nFor\u021ba \u00eempietrit\u0103-n nuduri.<\/p>\n

Apus ro\u0219u \u00een ape negre
\nD\u0103 un sens de-a fi culorii
\nDoliului din por\u021bi funebre
\nSpre mormintele candorii…<\/p>\n

20.07.2019<\/p>\n

Aprindere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai aprinde-mi o lum\u00e2nare
\nla c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2iul patului de frunze,
\ns\u0103-mi lumineze albul ochilor
\npierdu\u021bi \u00een c\u0103utarea celui care-am fost.
\nMai scap\u0103r\u0103 un amnar
\n\u00een ploaia depresiv\u0103 cu r\u0103u de \u00een\u0103l\u021bime
\nce nu se mai satur\u0103 s\u0103 umple mici sfere
\ncu aerul tare al \u00een\u0103l\u021bimilor celeste.
\nMai fulger\u0103-mi \u00een minte
\ntoate amintirile acelea de mii de vol\u021bi
\ncare m\u0103 str\u0103bat, albastre.
\nMai pune gaz peste focul
\ndin ad\u00e2nc de piatr\u0103 funerar\u0103,
\ns\u0103 \u00eenvie toate m\u0103rile \u0219i nisipurile ascunse-n ea.
\nScap\u0103r\u0103-m\u0103, aprinde-m\u0103, fulger\u0103-m\u0103
\n\u00eens\u0103 numai nu m\u0103 stinge
\ncu oceanul de iert\u0103ri \u00een care m\u0103 scufunzi…<\/p>\n

11.09.2018<\/p>\n

Arc<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ar cuprinde, oare, ochiul,
\nToat\u0103 nesf\u00e2r\u0219irea lumii?
\nAr clipi, strivindu-i cuibul
\nLacrimii, de\u0219ert\u0103ciunii?<\/p>\n

Ar c\u0103dea atunci, blesteme
\nPeste falsele cutume?
\nAr ceda cel ce se teme
\nDe un chip f\u0103r\u0103 de nume?<\/p>\n

Ar conta \u00een fa\u021ba Vie\u021bii,
\nToate visele pierdute?
\nAr chema \u00een bezna ce\u021bii
\nLupi, stafiile t\u0103cute?<\/p>\n

Ar cinsti astfel, acestea
\nTo\u021bi cei care-ar vie\u021bui
\nAr cunoa\u0219te ei povestea
\n\u0218i altfel le-ar pre\u021bui?<\/p>\n

10.08.2018<\/p>\n

Ard<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ar desena copiii no\u0219tri
\nPe-asfaltul doar de dou\u0103 de\u0219te
\nAr deveni ei ni\u0219te mon\u0219tri
\nCe ne-ar m\u00e2nca, doamne fere\u0219te?<\/p>\n

Ar duce ei pe umeri lumea
\nA\u0219a cum noi, b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, am dus-o, prost,
\nAr da orice s-ating\u0103 culmea,
\nSau s-ar g\u00e2ndi c\u0103 n-are niciun rost?<\/p>\n

Ar du\u0219m\u0103ni cum noi o facem
\nDe c\u00e2\u021biva zeci de ani de zile-ncoace?
\nAr demonstra c\u0103 ne prefacem
\nIar asta e tot ce se mai poate face?<\/p>\n

Ar durea, azi, toate acestea
\nDac\u0103, \u00eentr-un final, s-or \u00eent\u00e2mpla?
\nAr demistifica povestea
\nSau o vor spune, simplu, tot a\u0219a?<\/p>\n

12.08.2018<\/p>\n

Are<\/strong><\/p>\n

A re\u00eenviat sub o fereastr\u0103
\nUn trandafir demult uitat,
\nA revenit \u00een lumea noastr\u0103
\nPentru a fi din nou t\u0103iat….<\/p>\n

A refuzat s\u0103 se transforme
\n\u00cen buruian\u0103 sau… ceva
\nA re\u00eenflorit, uit\u00e2nd de norme,
\n\u0218i a\u0219tept\u00e2nd pe cineva…<\/p>\n

A readus \u00een roua dimine\u021bii
\nMirosul lui, blajin, suav,
\nA redeschis o poart\u0103 a vie\u021bii
\n\u0218i m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103-i fiu un sclav…<\/p>\n

A renun\u021bat s\u0103 se ascund\u0103
\nDe lama unui alt cu\u021bit
\nA ref\u0103cut timpul, la secund\u0103
\nS\u0103 simt\u0103 iar c\u0103 e iubit!<\/p>\n

12.08.2018<\/p>\n

Aripi fr\u00e2nte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Triste\u021be e-n cer, triste\u021bi pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nC\u0103ci tinere aripi devreme s-au fr\u00e2nt
\nDe dorul nebun de albastrul senin,
\nPentru a fi mai aproape de cel Divin..<\/p>\n

Prea multe aripi zv\u00e2cninde se fr\u00e2ng,
\nPrea multe lacrimi \u00een ochii ce pl\u00e2ng,
\nPrea mult zbor tr\u0103it dureros de pu\u021bin,
\nPrea mult\u0103 iubire e-n tristul destin…<\/p>\n

Noi lumi se vor na\u0219te, apoi vor muri,
\nTimpul se va \u00eentoarce \u00eenainte de-a fi,
\nVie\u021bi se vor stinge \u00een creuzetele lor
\n\u00cens\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne etern\u0103 dorin\u021ba de zbor…<\/p>\n

Destine mereu \u00eentre cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nVie\u021bile lor sunt mai presus de cuv\u00e2nt,
\nDe\u0219i au doar una \u00een piepturile lor,
\nR\u0103m\u00e2ne-n lumin\u0103 \u00een timp ce ei mor!…<\/p>\n

07.07.2018<\/p>\n

Atavic<\/strong><\/p>\n

Instinctul \u00eenrobit de con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00cen marea lupt\u0103 a ra\u021biunii,
\nA\u0219teapt\u0103 o sclipire de dorin\u021b\u0103
\nPe buza rece a genunii…<\/p>\n

Un singur pas \u00eei mai lipse\u0219te
\nCa s\u0103 ajung\u0103 \u00eentr-un h\u0103u
\n\u0218i un impuls nervos ce cre\u0219te
\nCa floarea r\u0103ului cel r\u0103u…<\/p>\n

S\u0103lb\u0103ticia e cu greu strunit\u0103
\n\u00cen lan\u021bul tot mai ruginit,
\nUmanitatea e tot mai r\u0103v\u0103\u0219it\u0103
\nDe chinul vie\u021bii de tr\u0103it…<\/p>\n

Sc\u0103pa-v-or bestii h\u0103mesite
\nCu ochii ro\u0219ii de turbare,
\nNe-or lua speran\u021be pe copite
\nSpre ve\u0219nic\u0103 \u00eenstr\u0103inare?<\/p>\n

01.11.2018<\/p>\n

August<\/strong><\/p>\n

Au gust amar trezirile din vise
\nLumina zilei nu le \u00eendulce\u0219te
\nAu gustul bucuriei celei interzise
\nPe care raza soarelui o ocole\u0219te…<\/p>\n

Au gust rotund fructele copil\u0103riei
\nAscunse-n s\u00e2nul tres\u0103rind \u0219i speriat,
\nAu gust acum \u0219i fructele m\u00e2niei
\nPe care l-ai fi vrut demult uitat…<\/p>\n

Au gust toate pe aceast\u0103 lume,
\n\u0218i ploi \u0219i v\u00e2nt \u0219i fragedul destin…
\nAu gust chiar \u0219i iluzii f\u0103r\u0103 nume
\nPierdute, neglijent, la vreun festin…<\/p>\n

Au gust amar… \u0219i dulce… \u0219i bizar
\nVie\u021bile noastre mult prea coapte,
\nAu gust electric de fulger globular
\nCe lumineaz\u0103 drumuri printre \u0219oapte…<\/p>\n

19.08.2018<\/p>\n

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Autopsia speran\u021bei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dragii mei, ave\u021bi \u00een fa\u021b\u0103
\nO Speran\u021b\u0103 ce-a murit
\n\u0218i-a fost ultima \u00een via\u021b\u0103,
\nIar acum, ne-a p\u0103r\u0103sit…<\/p>\n

Privi\u021bi-o acum cum zace
\nRece, pe aceast\u0103 mas\u0103!
\nNu demult, era vivace
\n\u0218i prezent\u0103-n orice cas\u0103…<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 cum a\u021bi observat,
\nE deja \u00een ,,rigor mortis\u201d
\nCraniul i l-am trepanat
\n\u0218i miroase a miozotis…<\/p>\n

Privi\u021bi fa\u021ba-i cea livid\u0103
\n\u0218i cu ochii goi, \u00eenchi\u0219i
\nPlin\u0103 de formaldehid\u0103
\n\u00cens\u0103 porii-i sunt deschi\u0219i…<\/p>\n

Bra\u021bele de care-odat\u0103,
\nSe-ag\u0103\u021ba o omenire,
\nAu \u00eencetat s\u0103 se zbat\u0103
\n\u0218i stau \u00een \u00eencremenire…<\/p>\n

Inima-i \u0219i-acum m\u0103rit\u0103
\nDe la dor \u0219i suferin\u021b\u0103,
\nDe la via\u021ba netr\u0103it\u0103
\nDe la dram\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103in\u021b\u0103…<\/p>\n

Dragii mei, privi\u021bi-o bine,
\nFiindc\u0103 e ultima dat\u0103!
\nAzi, nimic nu ne mai \u021bine!
\nM\u00e2ine, ea va fi-ngropat\u0103!<\/p>\n

19.01.2019<\/p>\n

B\u0103tr\u00e2na mam\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu ochii mereu umezi, cu privirea trist\u0103
\nC\u0103znindu-se s\u0103 mai desfac\u0103 un nod
\nS-ajung\u0103 la pu\u021binii bani dintr-o batist\u0103
\nAscuns\u0103-n cuf\u0103rul pe care carii vechi \u00eel rod…<\/p>\n

E-at\u00e2ta lini\u0219te-n odaia proasp\u0103t v\u0103ruit\u0103
\nDoar ceasul vechi mai tic\u0103ie absent
\nIar l\u00e2ng\u0103 geam, \u00een gr\u0103dini\u021ba \u00eengrijit\u0103,
\nMotanul se sore\u0219te, torc\u00e2nd indiferent…<\/p>\n

\u0218i-a scos basmaua neagr\u0103 din dulap
\nMiroase-a busuioc sfin\u021bit \u0219i-a mu\u0219e\u021bel
\n\u0218i-o aranjeaz\u0103-nceti\u0219or pe albu-i cap
\nIar ea nu vrea s\u0103 stea frumos, defel…<\/p>\n

,,-Eeei, nu m\u0103 ajut\u0103 aste m\u00e2ini b\u0103tr\u00e2ne,
\nCu care fr\u0103m\u00e2ntam la p\u00e2ine alt\u0103dat\u0103…
\nAcum sunt slabe \u0219i nu \u00eemi mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne
\nDec\u00e2t pe piept s\u0103 mi le pun, ultima dat\u0103\u201d…<\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndind a\u0219a, \u00ee\u0219i face-o cruce mare
\n\u0218i iese-ncet-\u00eencet pe u\u0219a de la tind\u0103…
\nNu are chei la cas\u0103 \u0219i nici \u00eencuietoare
\nC\u0103ci cheia e demult \u00een cuiul dintr-o grind\u0103…<\/p>\n

Afar\u0103-i soare bl\u00e2nd \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103 gugu\u0219tiucii
\nIar ea p\u0103\u0219e\u0219te-ncet, abia-\u0219i t\u00e2r\u0103\u0219te pa\u0219ii
\nDe parc-ar merge pe un drum al crucii
\nG\u00e2ndindu-se la ce-or mai face copila\u0219ii…<\/p>\n

La g\u00e2ndul \u0103sta ochii i se \u00eensenineaz\u0103
\n\u0218i drumul spre biseric\u0103 e-acuma mai u\u0219or
\nPe fruntea ei \u0219i soarele trimite-o raz\u0103
\nS\u0103 nu-i mai fie-at\u00e2t de greu de dorul lor…<\/p>\n

Biserica-i din an \u00een an tot mai departe,
\n\u0218i nici toiagul vechi n-o mai ajut\u0103,
\n\u00cens\u0103 ea nu lipse\u0219te \u0219i vrea s\u0103 aib\u0103 parte
\nDe-acela\u0219i loc \u00een stran\u0103, unde st\u0103, t\u0103cut\u0103…<\/p>\n

Trupu-i pu\u021bin se pierde-n praful din uli\u021b\u0103
\n\u00cenv\u00e2ltorat de-un v\u00e2nt iscat vremelnic,
\nPe drumul crucii, b\u0103tr\u00e2na m\u0103iculi\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00ce\u0219i \u021bine str\u00e2ns \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 un pomelnic…<\/p>\n

A scris frumos \u00een el to\u021bi viii dar \u0219i mor\u021bii
\nCu grij\u0103 mare, s\u0103 nu uite pe niciunul
\n\u0218i \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103 r\u00e2nduiala sor\u021bii
\nC\u0103ci dup\u0103 ea nu se va mai scrie vreunul…<\/p>\n

07.08.2018<\/p>\n

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