{"id":8802,"date":"2020-03-29T22:47:28","date_gmt":"2020-03-29T19:47:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8802"},"modified":"2020-03-29T22:47:28","modified_gmt":"2020-03-29T19:47:28","slug":"scriitori-vasile-ghinea-intre-zbor-levitatie-poezie-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=8802","title":{"rendered":"Scriitori de azi – Vasile Ghinea – \u00centre zbor \u0219i levita\u021bie – poezie (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Din necuvintele lui Nichita
\nam de\u0219irat un fir
\npe care \u00eemi \u00een\u0219irui ideile,
\nca l\u0103starii vi\u021bei-de-vie
\n\u00een urcare spre secunda de cer
\na unui Dumnezeu,
\ncare, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd?
\nne mai suport\u0103 c\u00e2ntecul. <\/p>\n

\u00centreb\u0103ri pestri\u021be<\/strong><\/p>\n

Strig\u0103 cucul dezn\u0103dejde,
\niarba geme,
\npomul pl\u00e2nge,
\nomul nu-\u0219i g\u0103se\u0219te calea.
\nC\u00e2rduri, c\u00e2rduri la alegeri,
\npentru cine, pentru ce?
\ntot nimicul fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103m
\n\u0219i din \u021bara lui Zalmoxe,
\nb\u0103jenim cu ochii pl\u00e2n\u0219i. <\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntec de dor<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dor dorurile toate
\n\u0219i locul nu ni-l mai g\u0103sim.
\nBate luna \u00een fereastr\u0103,
\nsoarele pe coama dealului
\nne anun\u021b\u0103 un \u00eenceput,
\nde triste\u021be \u0219i suspin,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 logic\u0103 \u00een drum.
\nTotul doare,
\ntotul pl\u00e2nge,
\ndoar s\u0103 vrem s\u0103 auzim.<\/p>\n

Punctul celest <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd am descoperit realul
\ndin magia jocului,
\nam realizat:
\nstudiile copil\u0103riei
\nse sf\u00e2r\u0219iser\u0103
\nf\u0103r\u0103 licen\u021b\u0103.
\n\u0218i f\u0103r\u0103 dispens\u0103,
\nsunt un restan\u021bier
\nla copil\u0103rie. <\/p>\n

Stare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cuiburi de cuci
\ncu sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it de por\u021bi,
\ndoar muzica mai anim\u0103
\np\u00e2nza de p\u0103ianjen,
\nuitarea joac\u0103 la c\u0103r\u021bi speran\u021ba.
\nTotul merge \u00een cea\u021b\u0103,
\npe apucate chiar,
\ne sear\u0103, e diminea\u021b\u0103,
\ne numai stare,
\nne ridic\u0103m, c\u00e2t a r\u0103mas din noi,
\nun du-te-vino trist,
\nunii numai se duc.<\/p>\n

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Realitate<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vin cuvintele, plutesc ideile,
\nm\u0103-nconjoar\u0103 fl\u0103m\u00e2nde,
\nutopia se na\u0219te
\ndintr-o realitate ciobit\u0103,
\nca o p\u0103rere, ca o speran\u021b\u0103,
\n \u00een mintea unui muribund.
\nEste iar\u0103\u0219i noapte \u00een paradis,
\nideile s-au stins,
\ndoar pa\u0219ii treptelor
\nce nu mai coboar\u0103,
\nmai hulesc
\nt\u0103cerea din cuvinte.<\/p>\n

Libertate<\/strong><\/p>\n

Curge-o lumin\u0103 galben\u0103,
\npiezi\u0219\u0103, z\u0103lud\u0103 a uitare.
\nLibertatea \u00een s\u00e2nge
\nherghelie de cai,
\ngustul libert\u0103\u021bii iz de arip\u0103 \u0219i dor,
\ndar crucea din spate
\n\u00eemi d\u0103 ora exact\u0103. <\/p>\n

Fluid<\/strong><\/p>\n

Culeg frumosul din flori,
\n\u00een poezia ceaiului dimine\u021bii.
\nPlou\u0103 pianul picuri sonori,
\ninund\u0103 camera o muzic\u0103 fluid\u0103,
\nbaie de uitare…
\nUnde sunt metaforele copil\u0103riei,
\ninocen\u021bei?<\/p>\n

Sentimentul plec\u0103rii <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cre\u0219tea singur\u0103tatea \u00een mine,
\nodat\u0103 cu timpul,
\norizont al vis\u0103rii
\nde dor \u0219i revolt\u0103,
\nfor\u021b\u00e2nd norocul t\u0103cerii
\n\u00een drumul spre moarte-cunoa\u0219tere.
\nPlecarea din mine,
\nteam\u0103 a singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii
\ndin poarta chemare,
\nsentimentu-mi plecat \u00eenainte,
\nera nevoia devenirii
\nlumin\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219it. <\/p>\n

Radiografie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Secunde de aer,
\nde carne, de clorofil\u0103,
\nmare de secunde
\n\u00een care \u00eenot\u0103m
\nprintre ceasuri
\ncontra curentului epuizare
\n\u0219i \u00een care moartea
\nleviteaz\u0103 peste timp.
\nDe aceea, fugim de noi,
\nca o temere a \u00eent\u00e2lnirii
\ncu destinul.<\/p>\n

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Noi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Coala de h\u00e2rtie, burete stors de cuvintele
\ncare pl\u00e2ng \u0219i nu ar trebui.
\nNoi \u0219i cuvintele,
\no lume, team\u0103 a descoperirii
\n\u00eentunericului din noi.
\nNe este jucat\u0103 via\u021ba la zaruri
\n\u0219i noi spectatorii la timp f\u0103r\u0103 timp,
\nc\u0103ut\u0103m o ie\u0219ire a ruletei
\nca-ntr-o pies\u0103 a destinului.<\/p>\n

Clipe<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ridic osanale clipei
\n\u0219i trag edecar zilele,
\nocna\u0219 \u00een libertate,
\nocna\u0219ul clipei,
\ns\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 spre duminic\u0103 m\u0103-ncurc
\n\u00een secundele ceasului,
\nca un \u0219colar sc\u0103pat din vizor.<\/p>\n

Doruri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dor de aripi \u0219i vise
\ningredientele unui fel de poezie,
\no stare a materiei umane,
\nce vede cuvintele Creatorului
\n\u0219i cele personale,
\npentru gra\u021bia de a-l l\u0103sa
\ns\u0103 vad\u0103 \u0219i ce nu se vede…
\nsentimentele. <\/p>\n

Tablou baroc<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fac apel la cuvinte
\ns\u0103-mi aleag\u0103 calea…
\nprea multe…
\nO muzic\u0103-n surdin\u0103
\nplutea \u00een camer\u0103,
\no pisic\u0103 dormea
\n\u00een centrul patului,
\niar el, cu capul pe mas\u0103
\nasculta accentele
\nplecat \u00een siderale z\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Curs de limb\u0103 matern\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103 citesc ne\u00een\u021belesul.
\n\u00centre mine \u0219i umbr\u0103,
\nsoarele este martorul
\nverticalit\u0103\u021bii mele.
\nPomii sunt
\n\u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi de soare,
\nAlbinele de polen,
\niar eu de tine.<\/p>\n

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\u00centrebare Din necuvintele lui Nichita am de\u0219irat un fir pe care \u00eemi \u00een\u0219irui ideile, ca l\u0103starii vi\u021bei-de-vie \u00een urcare spre<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":8688,"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":[7,321],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8802"}],"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\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8802"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8802\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8806,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8802\/revisions\/8806"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8688"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}