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Ploaia asta \u00eemi usuc\u0103
\n\u0218i umorile apoase!
\nMi-a venit dorul de duc\u0103
\nSpre \u021binuturi secetoase…<\/p>\n

Soarele arde \u00een balt\u0103,
\nRazele \u0219i le \u00eenmoaie
\nPicurii, veseli tresalt\u0103,
\nSub privirea maicii Ploaie…<\/p>\n

V\u00e2ntul scutur\u0103 catarge
\nDe salc\u00e2mi ce, \u00een deriv\u0103,
\nR\u0103t\u0103cesc \u00een cercuri large
\nF\u0103r\u0103 \u021bint\u0103, deopotriv\u0103…<\/p>\n

Curg eternit\u0103\u021bi albastre
\nLu\u00e2nd vie\u021bile, de-a r\u00e2ndul,
\nCe se scutur\u0103, \u00een glastre,
\nSau pl\u00e2nsetul \u00eencep\u00e2ndu-l…<\/p>\n

04.06.2019<\/p>\n

Poezia<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au adunat acum poe\u021bii \u00een poiat\u0103
\nS\u0103 vad\u0103 cum e poezia despuiat\u0103,
\nS\u0103-i cerceteze puritatea goliciunii
\n\u0218i s\u0103-n\u021beleag\u0103 m\u0103runtaiele minunii…<\/p>\n

O tot analizeaz\u0103 printre versuri
\nF\u0103c\u00e2nd interminabile demersuri
\nCa nurii albi, de rime, s\u0103-\u0219i arate
\n\u00cen fa\u021ba ochilor, cu mult\u0103 voluptate…<\/p>\n

O vor hulpav, \u00een diferite forme,
\nS\u0103 li se d\u0103ruiasc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 alte norme,
\nPoftesc la trupul ei firav, semantic,
\nG\u00e2ndind m\u0103runt, sim\u021bind gigantic…<\/p>\n

Dar ea, de\u0219i \u0219tiind c\u0103-i mult dorit\u0103,
\nSe las\u0103-n continuare am\u0103git\u0103,
\nDe to\u021bi nebunii ce-o pip\u0103ie pervers
\nS\u0103 scoat\u0103 de la ea m\u0103car un vers…<\/p>\n

Nu-i pas\u0103 nim\u0103nui de sensul ei,
\nAmestecat prin iambi \u0219i prin trohei
\n\u00cen rimele perechi \u0219i cele-mbr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ate,
\nDe versu-i alb, silabele ritmate…<\/p>\n

To\u021bi vor, cu ea s\u0103 se m\u00e2ndreasc\u0103
\nDar nu s-au obosit s\u0103 o iubeasc\u0103…
\nDe ce ar face-o? Doar ei sunt poe\u021bii
\nCei arogan\u021bi, cunosc\u0103tori ai vie\u021bii!…<\/p>\n

21.03.2019<\/p>\n

Prive\u0219te-m\u0103! \u0218i taci!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prive\u0219te-m\u0103 \u0219i taci!
\nNu vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu, deloc, ce faci,
\nce aripi negre \u00ee\u021bi \u00eempung \u00een coaste
\nsau ce arhangheli mai trimi\u021bi la oaste…<\/p>\n

Prive\u0219te-m\u0103 \u0219i taci!
\nNu vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu nici c\u0103 m\u0103 placi,
\nsau dac\u0103 dup\u0103 Rai m-a\u0219teapt\u0103 Iadul
\nspre care, Charon, s\u0103 m\u0103 treac\u0103 vadul…<\/p>\n

Prive\u0219te-m\u0103 \u0219i taci!
\nContinu\u0103 mereu s\u0103 te prefaci
\nc\u0103 e\u0219ti cumva acea lasciv\u0103 Afrodit\u0103
\nde-un anonim, \u00een piatr\u0103 alb\u0103, \u021bintuit\u0103…<\/p>\n

Prive\u0219te-m\u0103 \u0219i taci!
\nAi timp destul s\u0103 m\u0103 ataci
\nca o hien\u0103-nfometat\u0103, \u00een turbare
\n\u0219i cu porniri atavice, profund suicidare…<\/p>\n

Prive\u0219te-m\u0103! At\u00e2t! \u0218i taci…
\nNu vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu ce e\u0219ti, ce faci,
\nde ce n-ai chip \u0219i nu e\u0219ti dec\u00e2t oase
\n\u0219i c\u00e2\u021bi \u021bi-au mai c\u0103zut \u00een fa\u021ba lungii coase…<\/p>\n

08.04.2019<\/p>\n

Promisiune<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu \u021bi-am promis o var\u0103 numai \u021bie,
\ncu tot ce are ea frumos \u0219i bun,
\ncu flori \u00een p\u0103r \u0219i avioane de h\u00e2rtie,
\n\u0219i chiar tridentul zeului Neptun…<\/p>\n

Am c\u0103utat acestea \u0219i mai multe
\ns\u0103 \u021bi le fac cadou pe \u00eenserat,
\ndar nimenea n-a vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 ajute
\natunci c\u00e2nd am plecat la c\u0103utat…<\/p>\n

Am colindat \u00een cele patru v\u00e2nturi,
\nm\u0103car un singur lucru s\u0103 g\u0103sesc,
\nca s\u0103 primesc r\u0103splata \u00een s\u0103ruturi
\n\u0219i \u00een acel frumos \u0219i unic ,,mul\u021bumesc!\u201d<\/p>\n

Tu m\u0103 prive\u0219ti senin \u0219i cu r\u0103bdare,
\niar z\u00e2mbetu-\u021bi \u00eemi ia orice povar\u0103,
\nm\u0103 \u00eendeamn\u0103 ne-ncetat la c\u0103utare
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi voi g\u0103si acea promis\u0103 var\u0103…<\/p>\n

19.08.2019<\/p>\n

Putred<\/strong><\/p>\n

Putreziciunea, asta ne e marca
\n\u0219i totu-i putred \u00een aceast\u0103 \u021bar\u0103!
\nE \u021bara noastr\u0103, nu e Danemarca,
\nde care spune replica bizar\u0103!…<\/p>\n

De peste tot apare numai r\u0103ul,
\n\u0219i ne acapareaz\u0103 existen\u021ba
\n\u0219i tot mai mare ni se face h\u0103ul
\nvie\u021bii, vecine cu incon\u0219tien\u021ba…<\/p>\n

Sub ambalaje fine, lucitoare
\nmustesc din greu umori apoase,
\nce r\u0103sp\u00e2ndesc acea duhoare
\nde carne putred\u0103 pe oase…<\/p>\n

Scursurile umane, invadeaz\u0103,
\n\u0219i ultima f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de candoare,
\ncinismul lor e cel care sfideaz\u0103
\nsperan\u021ba ultim\u0103 ce moare.<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103im o via\u021b\u0103 numai \u00eentr-o fars\u0103,
\n\u0219i sufletul ni-e tot mai chinuit
\nde bestii care vor o lume ars\u0103
\ncu focul urii viu, dezl\u0103n\u021buit…<\/p>\n

Minciuna, cu picioare scurte,
\najunse doamn\u0103 de valoare,
\niar adev\u0103rul simplu se \u00eenv\u00e2rte
\ncu capul spart, prin lupanare!<\/p>\n

Peste umanitate bate v\u00e2ntul,
\nce spulber\u0103 oricare rezisten\u021b\u0103
\ncelor ce, ieri, iubeau p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\niar azi, \u00eel \u021bin \u00een peniten\u021b\u0103…<\/p>\n

Tare m\u0103 tem c\u0103, de exist\u0103 Rai,
\npe care cu ardoare \u00eel r\u00e2vnim,
\ns\u0103 nu g\u0103sim \u0219i-acolo putregai
\ncu care, pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt, ne-nv\u0103luim!<\/p>\n

25.09.2019<\/p>\n

Re\u00cenviere<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen fiecare an mai moare \u00eenc-o toamn\u0103
\nCa s\u0103 re\u00eenvie \u00eentr-o na\u0219tere de iarn\u0103
\n\u00cen picuri de durere a unor triste ploi
\nCe se preschimb\u0103-n fulgii albi \u0219i moi…<\/p>\n

Tot astfel mor speran\u021be-n crisalid\u0103
\n\u00cen spasme de dorin\u021b\u0103 slab\u0103, invalid\u0103
\nCe-ar vrea s\u0103-i creasc\u0103 iar\u0103\u0219i vise
\nS\u0103 zboare spre planete interzise…<\/p>\n

Ce trist destin au fluturii de ghea\u021b\u0103!
\nEi n-or mai apuca sclipiri de via\u021b\u0103,
\nC\u0103ci vor pieri dorindu-\u0219i s\u0103 se cearn\u0103
\n\u0218i peste alte evuri, s\u0103 se-a\u0219tearn\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen fiecare an se na\u0219te alt\u0103 iarn\u0103,
\nIar Infinitul, timpul \u00een pahar \u00ee\u0219i toarn\u0103
\nPentru at\u00e2tea mii de alte \u00eenceputuri
\n\u0218i pentru visele ce-ar vrea s\u0103 fie fluturi…<\/p>\n

17.11.2018<\/p>\n

Risipire…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Clipe de dor
\nR\u0103t\u0103citor
\nSe nasc \u0219i-apoi mor
\nPe aripi de zbor…<\/p>\n

Urme pustii
\nDe spirite vii
\n\u0218i toamne t\u00e2rzii,
\n\u00cen culori ruginii…<\/p>\n

Se-adun\u0103 acum
\nLa cap\u0103t de drum,
\nR\u0103m\u00e2ne doar scrum
\n\u0218i-n\u0103l\u021bare de fum…<\/p>\n

Se pierd \u00een cuv\u00e2nt,
\nLuate de v\u00e2nt
\nDe pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\n\u00centr-un desc\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

\u0218i umbl\u0103 hai-hui
\nCu v\u00e2ntul cel \u0219ui,
\n\u00cen v\u00e2ltoarea lui,
\nVia\u021ba omului…<\/p>\n

Spre stele urc\u00e2nd
\n\u0218i iar\u0103\u0219i c\u0103z\u00e2nd,
\nComete arz\u00e2nd,
\n\u00cenfior\u00e2nd…<\/p>\n

Departe \u0219i-aproape,
\nLuate de ape,
\nSub zbateri de pleoape
\nCe nu le \u00eencape…<\/p>\n

Singuratice m\u0103ri
\nPierdute \u00een z\u0103ri
\nDe-azur \u0219i mir\u0103ri
\n\u0218i \u00een uit\u0103ri…<\/p>\n

La cap\u0103tul lor,
\nClipe de dor
\nSe nasc \u0219i-apoi mor
\nCu dorin\u021ba de zbor…<\/p>\n

26.01.2018<\/p>\n

Ritual<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt dezam\u0103git
\npentru c\u0103, de\u0219i am dat toate ceasurile \u00eenapoi,
\nam r\u0103mas tot aici.
\nMi-ar fi pl\u0103cut s\u0103 dau \u0219i timpul \u00eenapoi
\nm\u0103car cu c\u00e2teva ceasuri…
\nM\u0103car cu c\u00e2te un an pentru fiecare ceas am\u00e2nat,
\n\u00eent\u00e2rziat…
\nDe\u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 nu e dec\u00e2t o iluzie,
\n\u00eemi place s\u0103 m\u0103 joc, de dou\u0103 ori pe an, cu secundele
\nelectronice \u0219i cu cele mecanice…
\nE fascinant s\u0103 vezi cum \u00eentre dou\u0103 secunde
\nse ascunde o mic\u0103 eternitate.
\nEi, dar va veni timpul c\u00e2nd vom recupera micile
\neternit\u0103\u021bi,
\nspre marea fericire a v\u00e2rstelor…
\nToate astea, fac parte din ritualul casnic, obi\u0219nuit,
\nal Marii Pierderii a Timpului…<\/p>\n

30.10.2017<\/p>\n

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

C\u00e2nd soarele r\u0103sare-n st\u00e2lpul por\u021bii
\n\u0219i-\u0219i scutur\u0103 stelu\u021be r\u0103t\u0103cite-n p\u0103r,
\nrazele lui se zbenguie \u00een voia sor\u021bii
\n\u0219i sperie, \u00een joac\u0103, florile de m\u0103r…<\/p>\n

Oleac\u0103 mai \u00eencolo, ciutura f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii
\n\u00ee\u0219i dr\u0103muie\u0219te lacrima-n ad\u00e2ncuri,
\nst\u0103 cump\u0103nit\u0103-n a\u0219teptarea lunii
\n\u0219i-a pu\u0219tilor cu ghinturi, la obl\u00e2ncuri.<\/p>\n

\u00cen praful drumului, de ere fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat,
\ndospe\u0219te-ncet eternitatea aburind\u0103
\nf\u0103cut\u0103 din acela\u0219i dulce-amar aluat
\n\u0219i cu parfumuri de Pa\u0219te \u0219i colind\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u0218optesc pove\u0219ti, b\u0103tr\u00e2ni de pe uli\u021be,
\nprivind spre z\u0103ri numai de ei \u0219tiute
\n\u00een sunet de vatale al r\u0103zboiului cu i\u021be
\nla care \u021bes b\u0103tr\u00e2ne, tinere\u021bi trecute…<\/p>\n

14.10.2019<\/p>\n

Sat<\/strong><\/p>\n

S-a tulburat apa-n f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni
\n\u0218i-aproape a secat,
\nS-a terminat, zic cei b\u0103tr\u00e2ni,
\nC\u0103ci ne-am \u00eendep\u0103rtat…<\/p>\n

S-a tras apa \u00eenspre ad\u00e2ncuri
\nFugind c\u0103tre izvoare
\nS-a trezit seceta pe c\u00e2mpuri
\n\u00cen ar\u0219i\u021ba din soare…<\/p>\n

S-a t\u0103iat luna-n jum\u0103tate
\nPrivindu-se \u00een ap\u0103,
\nS-a tatuat cu alb pe spate
\nDin ceruri se adap\u0103…<\/p>\n

S-a t\u0103m\u00e2iat gura f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii
\nCu ciutura uscat\u0103
\nS-a t\u00e2nguit cump\u0103na, lunii,
\nC\u0103 st\u0103 doar nemi\u0219cat\u0103…<\/p>\n

20.08.2018<\/p>\n

Sec<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se cerne iar prin sita vie\u021bii
\nNisipul clipelor de ieri,
\nSe culc\u0103 roua dimine\u021bii
\nPe frunze grele de t\u0103ceri…<\/p>\n

Se cuib\u0103resc \u00een neputin\u021b\u0103
\nIcari cu aripi netopite
\nSe contureaz\u0103 o dorin\u021b\u0103
\nDe zboruri \u00eenc\u0103 nedospite.<\/p>\n

Se c\u00e2nt\u0103 imnuri de\u0219\u0103n\u021bate
\nDe heruvimii dec\u0103zu\u021bi
\nSe casc\u0103 h\u0103ul peste toate
\n\u0218i-nghite \u00eengerii t\u0103cu\u021bi…<\/p>\n

Se ca\u021b\u0103r\u0103 \u00een sus demonii
\nSpre r\u0103d\u0103cinile iubirii
\nSe chinuie din greu grifonii
\nS\u0103 rup\u0103 din copacul nemuririi…<\/p>\n

10.08.2018<\/p>\n

Sec<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se cerne praful albei clipe peste noi
\n\u00cencet-\u00eencet, m\u0103runt-m\u0103runt
\nSecunda rece a vremii cele de apoi
\nPrin sita deas\u0103 a Timpului c\u0103runt …<\/p>\n

Se caut\u0103 ad\u00e2nc \u00een miri\u0219tea de stele,
\nPierdut\u0103 de acela\u0219i Demiurg,
\nSecera lunii, la joc nevinovat cu iele
\nLa ceasul bl\u00e2ndului amurg.<\/p>\n

Se cuib\u0103resc mul\u021bimile de g\u00e2nduri
\nPrea mult plecate prin iluzii,
\nSe coace p\u00e2ine rond\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri,
\nDin drojdie de vise \u0219i confuzii…<\/p>\n

Se c\u00e2nt\u0103 vie\u021bii calpe, false imnuri,
\nDe heruvimi c\u0103zu\u021bi \u00een agonie
\nSe coloreaz\u0103 tainic apele \u00een vinuri
\n\u00centr-un bizar acord de simfonie…<\/p>\n

24.10.2018<\/p>\n

Secret<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ascuns\u0103 sub un val frunze c\u0103z\u0103toare,
\nFirava toamn\u0103 vine iar\u0103\u0219i pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nP\u0103\u0219ind discret pe treptele de soare
\nCu-o frunz\u0103 de platan f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u0219i v\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

Coboar\u0103-apoi, \u00eencet, pe p\u00e2nze de paing,
\n\u021aesute cu migal\u0103, t\u0103cut \u0219i singuratic
\nDin praf de supernove albe ce se sting
\nIar ca urzeal\u0103, coama unui cal s\u0103lbatic…<\/p>\n

Nu \u0219i-a dezv\u0103luit secretul nemuririi sale
\n\u0218i al melancoliei ei, profund molipsitoare
\n\u0218i nici m\u0103car pe cel al despletirii rituale
\n\u00cen ochi de balt\u0103 sub s\u0103lcii pl\u00e2ng\u0103toare…<\/p>\n

Poate e \u00eengropat sub lini\u0219tea ad\u00e2nc\u0103,
\nDe dup\u0103 gratii ude ale stra\u0219nicelor ploi
\n\u00cen temni\u021ba iubirilor ne\u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219ite \u00eenc\u0103
\n\u0218i sub rugina groas\u0103 a fricilor din noi…<\/p>\n

03.09.2018<\/p>\n

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Semne<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centre zbor \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nE un cer de cuv\u00e2nt,
\nE un verb infinit
\nConjugat, \u00eemplinit…<\/p>\n

\u00centre virgule reci,
\nM\u0103rginite \u0219i seci,
\nSe \u00eentinde o lume,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 z\u00e2mbet \u0219i nume…<\/p>\n

Nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite mir\u0103ri
\nR\u0103t\u0103cesc pe c\u0103r\u0103ri,
\nC\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u0219i un rost
\n\u00cen vremuri ce-au fost…<\/p>\n

Sprijinite \u00een puncte,
\nAlte semne defuncte
\nB\u00e2ntuie printre pagini
\nZdren\u021buite pe margini…<\/p>\n

\u0218i \u00een calea lor
\nSe-a\u0219terne covor
\nDe cuvinte supuse
\n\u0218i g\u00e2nduri nespuse…<\/p>\n

18.07.2018<\/p>\n

Semnul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aveam un semn
\nPe valiza-mi de lemn…
\nEra de la tata,
\nC\u00e2nd f\u0103cea armata…<\/p>\n

Semnul era discret,
\n\u00centr-un loc secret,
\nNumai eu \u0219tiam
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eel c\u0103utam…<\/p>\n

\u0218iruri de valize,
\nPrecum ni\u0219te balize
\nDe care ne-ag\u0103\u021bam
\nC\u00e2nd disperam…<\/p>\n

Aveam ciorapii de l\u00e2n\u0103,
\n\u00cempleti\u021bi de m\u00e2n\u0103,
\n\u0218i crema de ghete…
\n,,- Ai grij\u0103, b\u0103iete!\u201d…<\/p>\n

,,- Ai grij\u0103, ia seama!\u201d
\n\u00cemi spunea mama…
\nCa orice p\u0103rinte,
\nCu grija \u00een minte…<\/p>\n

,,-S\u0103 fii r\u0103bd\u0103tor
\n\u0218i-ascult\u0103tor!\u201d
\n\u0218i lumea p\u0103rea
\nC\u0103 se tot m\u0103rea…<\/p>\n

Era tot mai mare,
\nC\u00e2nd. la-nviorare,
\nFrigul m\u0103 mu\u0219ca
\n\u0218i m\u0103 biciuia…<\/p>\n

Bocancii str\u00e2ngeau,
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 s\u00e2ngerau
\nB\u0103t\u0103turi apoase,
\n\u0218i r\u0103ni dureroase…<\/p>\n

Pas de defilare,
\nLa epuizare,
\nNervii la p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nPentru Jur\u0103m\u00e2nt…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd urlau grada\u021bii
\nPrecum apuca\u021bii,
\nEram dispera\u021bi
\nFrico\u0219i, speria\u021bi…<\/p>\n

Drep\u021bi sau culcat,
\nT\u00e2r\u00e2\u0219 pe sub pat,
\nSau cu fruntea-n iarb\u0103,
\nCu lacrimi \u00een barb\u0103…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd noaptea venea,
\nSufletul pl\u00e2ngea,
\nSe-auzeau oftaturi
\n\u0218i din alte paturi…<\/p>\n

Deschideam valiza,
\nCea precum baliza
\nCu care \u0219i tata
\nA f\u0103cut armata…<\/p>\n

,,- Vezi s\u0103 nu fii prost
\nF\u0103r\u0103 nici un rost!\u201d
\n,,- Am eu grij\u0103, tat\u0103!
\nMi-ai mai spus o dat\u0103!\u201d<\/p>\n

Numai ea, bunica,
\nNu zicea nimica,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 vorbe multe,
\nM-a pupat pe frunte…<\/p>\n

Url\u00e2nd ,,De\u0219teptarea!\u201d,
\nMi-a-ntrerupt visarea…
\nApucat de crize:
\n,,- Control la valize!\u201d<\/p>\n

M-a apucat teama,
\nS\u0103 nu \u00ee\u0219i dea seama
\nDespre acel semn
\nScrijelit pe lemn…<\/p>\n

\u0218i s\u0103 nu mi-l ia,
\nLa altul s\u0103-l dea…
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 dezlipeasc\u0103
\nDe casa p\u0103rinteasc\u0103…<\/p>\n

Atunci mi-am dat seama
\nDe ce-i mare teama!
\nC\u0103 semnul din ea,
\nEste via\u021ba mea!…<\/p>\n

\u00cel mai am \u0219i-acum,
\nDup-at\u00e2ta drum,
\nDup-at\u00e2ta umblet,
\nMi-a r\u0103mas pe suflet…<\/p>\n

Semnul cel secret,
\nSimplu \u0219i discret,
\n\u00cel \u0219tiu numai eu,
\n\u0218i-o s\u0103-l port mereu…<\/p>\n

Semnul din valiz\u0103,
\nMi-e ca o deviz\u0103,
\nCare m\u0103 ghideaz\u0103,
\nCalea-mi lumineaz\u0103…<\/p>\n

07.02.2018<\/p>\n

Semn de carte<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd diminea\u021ba-\u0219i cucurig\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ritul,
\niar caii roibi \u00ee\u0219i rumeg\u0103 nutre\u021bul
\nc\u0103ru\u021bele se mi\u0219c\u0103, unindu-\u0219i sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul
\nspre locuri unde munca-\u0219i are pre\u021bul…<\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u00e2ntec ascu\u021bit al fierului de sape,
\nb\u0103tute de ciocane-n sol minor,
\ncu roua dimine\u021bii picotind pe pleoape
\n\u00eencepe ziua, el, \u021b\u0103ranul-scriitor…<\/p>\n

El scrie ne\u00eencetat, de c\u00e2nd se \u0219tie,
\ncu fierul sapei, ancestral condei,
\npe c\u00e2mpurile albe, ode \u00een c\u00e2mpie
\ndespre durerea lumii \u0219i nesf\u00e2r\u0219irea ei.<\/p>\n

A scris astfel nenum\u0103rate g\u00e2nduri
\ncu multe paranteze de sudoare
\npun\u00e2nd, cu sapa, virgule pe r\u00e2nduri,
\nurmate-apoi, de semne de mirare…<\/p>\n

La fiecare cap de r\u00e2nd, \u00eencep alineate
\ndin buruieni apar figurile de stil,
\ncare, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, mai sunt udate
\ncu apa fiart\u0103 din sticlele de-un kil…<\/p>\n

Merg\u00e2nd descul\u021bi, cu bra\u021bele-ncordate
\npe lemnul sapei ce luce\u0219te-n soare,
\nei \u00eei pun lumii semn discret de carte
\n\u0219i dau p\u0103m\u00e2ntului identic\u0103 valoare…<\/p>\n

Ca fraze nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite, cu r\u00e2ndurile dese,
\ne c\u00e2mpul de porumb, pr\u0103\u0219it, curat,
\nprecum se scriu, cu grij\u0103, opere alese,
\nnemaifiind, astfel, nimic de corectat…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd, dup\u0103 cazna lui, vor l\u0103st\u0103ri cuvinte
\nun v\u00e2nt \u00eei sufl\u0103 secetei \u00een foale,
\n\u0219i face s\u0103-i dispar\u0103 oricare sim\u021b\u0103minte
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een lacrimi paginile goale…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd cei de ast\u0103zi vor s\u0103 se m\u00e2ndreasc\u0103
\ncu ce s-a scris odat\u0103, printre r\u00e2nduri,
\nar face bine, mai \u00eent\u00e2i s\u0103-\u0219i aminteasc\u0103,
\nde cei care au fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat p\u0103m\u00e2nturi.<\/p>\n

Azi, diminea\u021ba nu-\u0219i mai strig\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ritul
\niar caii nu-\u0219i mai rumeg\u0103 nutre\u021bul,
\nc\u0103ru\u021be nemi\u0219cate \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul
\nc\u0103ci nimeni nu-i mai \u0219tie muncii pre\u021bul…<\/p>\n

28.08.2019<\/p>\n

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