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DISTIHUL LUMINII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Numele ei vine din piatr\u0103 sau moarte
\nLumina este \u00eent\u00e2mplarea mea foarte…<\/p>\n

A\u0218TEPTAREA LUCRURILOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

E pace-ntre lucruri b\u0103tr\u00e2ne
\n\u0218i-n mine lot a\u0219a….
\n\u0218tii, str\u0103ino,
\nC\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 te \u00eentorci
\n\u00cennobil\u00e2ndu-te printre umbre?
\nPe undeva prin urm\u0103
\n\u00ce\u021bi iese \u00eenainte
\nU\u0219a
\n\u0218i tare mi~e team\u0103
\nC\u0103 degetele or s\u0103-mi cedeze locul lor sau se vor ascunde \u00eentre alte palme
\n\u00centemni\u021bate \u00een apa t\u0103g\u0103duirii.
\nE pace \u00eentre umeri \u0219i statui viclene
\n\u0218i-n vatr\u0103 tot a\u0219a…
\nCu m\u00e2neca \u0219terg fereastra vremii,
\nO \u0219terg mai abitir de \u00eentuneric
\n\u0219i-ncerc s\u0103 pip\u0103i inima mea pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103
\n\u00eentre taine.
\nDin ce \u00een ce mai mult
\nea \u00eent\u00e2rzie
\nca \u0219i cum ar veni la mine
\ncu flori culese azi din moarte
\n\u0219i \u00eentr-un timp
\nsimt ce uciga\u0219\u0103 e b\u0103taia inimii,
\nce s\u0103rat\u0103 e orice \u00eent\u00e2mplare
\ndin jurul meu…<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL P\u0102S\u0102RII PHOENIX<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din cenu\u0219\u0103 pres\u0103rat\u0103 cu ochi \u0219i cu lacrimi
\nIes pentru a adeveri legenda, p\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i patimi.
\nDISTIHUL \u00ceNTUNERICULUI
\nAm spus c\u00e2nd cenu\u0219a visului mai fumega prin noapte: \u00centunericul este spaima iubirilor moarte.
\nDISTIHUL IUBIRII
\n\u021ai-am ar\u0103tat mereu neputin\u021ba zeilor de-a muri,
\n\u0218i iubirea, \u021bi-am spus apoi se stinge cu fl\u0103c\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

CATRENELE ORBULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

El se opre\u0219te din cale t\u0103cut
\nLumina, de departe semn i-a f\u0103cut,
\nPrin g\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchipuie doar timpul
\nMai repede, mai fin ca nisipul.<\/p>\n

\u00cen drum pa\u0219ii cer t\u0103g\u0103duirea
\nNu simte c\u0103 sub degete moare iubirea.
\nE somn \u0219i e secet\u0103 \u00een toate
\nAzi mai v\u0103d mor\u021bii \u0219i statuile poate.<\/p>\n

B\u0103tr\u00e2nule, pune-mi umbra c\u00e2rjei \u00een palme
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 ce soarelui nu-i va fi iar foame
\n\u0218i trece-m\u0103 \u0219i pe mine prin g\u00e2nd
\ns-aud lumina \u00een cre\u0219tet curg\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Stau fa\u021b\u0103-n fa\u021b\u0103 cu setea senin\u0103.
\n\u00cemi spune: tinere, d\u0103-mi \u0219i mie lumin\u0103!
\nDac\u0103 vrei s\u0103 sprijini cerul pe umeri
\nPe zodie trebuie s\u0103 nu te mai superi!<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL T\u0102CERII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ia-\u021bi palmele de la frunte \u0219i ascult\u0103:
\nApele sunt tot timpul lini\u0219te slut\u0103.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL DURERII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noi purt\u0103m \u00een umbr\u0103 povara ne\u0219tiut\u0103
\nDragostea-\u0219i num\u0103r\u0103 moneda nepl\u0103tit\u0103.<\/p>\n

DISTIH F\u0102R\u0102 MIL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Atunci c\u00e2nd ie\u0219i \u00eentre lucruri din bezn\u0103
\n\u00centre ele, inima n-are cazn\u0103.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL IERNII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Z\u0103pezilor mai toate, iubirea le ridic\u0103 temple
\nPrin cet\u0103\u021bi suspendate las fiin\u021ba s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL AMINTIRII<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu-\u021bi pese de m\u0103rile f\u0103r\u0103 lini\u0219te
\nM\u00e2inile tale sunt tot aduceri-aminte.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL OCHILOR NEGRI<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218tii c\u0103 genele tale mi-au zidit o umbr\u0103
\nPupilele-n zori vin s\u0103-mi zic\u0103 noapte bun\u0103.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL FERICIRII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u021bi-am zis c\u0103 stelele sudului sunt somn
\nFericire albastr\u0103? Dup\u0103 at\u00e2tea lacrimi sunt \u0219i eu om.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL FERICIRII TALE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218tiu c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd taci \u021bi-e fric\u0103 de noapte
\nBucurie cuvintelor \u00een ochii t\u0103i \u00eenc\u0103 se poate.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL LACRIMII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-au r\u0103nit sufletul pierz\u00e2ndu-te noapte \u0219i mun\u021bi.
\nLacrima este istoria mea. Nu \u00eencerca s-o \u00eenfrun\u021bi.<\/p>\n

LUME NEBUN\u0102. DISTIH<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe strada dragostei cere pu\u021bin\u0103 lacrim\u0103-n palme
\nVei auzi intre dou\u0103 turnuri c\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea doarme.<\/p>\n

ACESTA ESTE DISTIHUL T\u0102U<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spune-mi ceva din povestea am\u0103r\u0103ciunii tale,
\nAcum c\u00e2nd scrumul \u0219i uitarea sunt o singur\u0103 cale.<\/p>\n

DISTIH DIN \u00ceNT\u00c2MPLARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce asfalt e soarele \u0219i toate cele fierbin\u021bi
\nC\u00e2nd pleci \u0219tiu c\u0103 r\u00e2zi \u0219i c\u0103 sigur m\u0103 min\u021bi.<\/p>\n

DISTIH, DIN NEFERICIRE…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cele mai multe din suflet sunt spini.
\nC\u00e2nd auzi p\u0103m\u00e2ntul pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, s\u0103 suspini.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL ACESTEI NOP\u021aI<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen noaptea asta, iubito, simt cerul senin
\nStelele n-au patrie \u0219i lumina nu are chin.<\/p>\n

DISTIH DE CR\u0102CIUN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dorin\u021ba mea fierbinte, Mo\u0219ule, este vis
\nDin pe\u0219tera Ta au venit Magi \u0219i m-au nins.<\/p>\n

DISTIH F\u0102R\u0102 CULOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tot nu te pot \u00eentoarce b\u0103tr\u00e2ne din \u00eentuneric;
\nD\u0103-mi s\u0103 beau cenu\u0219\u0103 sau ceva mai teluric.
\n\u00ceN NUMELE IUBIRII
\n\u00cen numele rozelor
\nTe declar ploaie \u0219i dincolo de petal\u0103
\nS\u0103-mi \u00eent\u00e2mpini genele cu iubire.
\nE simpl\u0103 Luna sus
\nDe mult o a\u0219tept;
\nS\u0103 pleci \u00eentre spini,
\n\u00cen numele luminii
\nStai l\u00e2ng\u0103 iubirea mea.<\/p>\n

C\u00c2NTA\u021aI-MI, ROZELOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 eu \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 alte cuvinte
\nne vom r\u0103spunde \u00een somn
\nvoi s\u0103-mi c\u00e2nta\u021bi dorul prin alt\u0103 zidire.
\nEa s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 aceea\u0219i.
\nC\u00e2nta\u021bi-mi dar, somnoroaselor,
\ndiminea\u021ba
\n\u0219i \u00eent\u00e2mplarea fiin\u021bei!<\/p>\n


\nII. DRUM PRIN CENU\u0218\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

DISTIHUL SCRUMULUI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lacrima ce se \u021bese \u00eentre pupile \u0219i gene
\nNu-i dec\u00e2t scrumul sentimentelor mele.<\/p>\n

DISTIH II<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trec cor\u0103bii multe \u00eenspre pierduta lumin\u0103
\n\u00cen \u00eentunericul \u0219i cenu\u0219a mea cine-o s\u0103 vin\u0103?<\/p>\n


\nDISTIH III<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte de capricorn. Stelele deasupra toate.
\nEv \u0219i iubirea nu suntem dec\u00e2t firave \u0219oapte.<\/p>\n

DISTIH IV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lini\u0219te. Ciobanul \u00ee\u0219i fluier\u0103 steaua aprins\u0103.
\nLumina moare-ntre genele mele \u00eenvins\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nDISTIH V<\/strong><\/p>\n

Str\u0103zile duc \u00eentotdeauna, mai toate,
\nSpre t\u0103cere. Spre iubire niciodat\u0103, poate…<\/p>\n

DISTIH VI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se pr\u0103bu\u0219esc pa\u0219ii mei peste amintire
\n\u00cen \u00eentuneric, nimic nu este fericire.<\/p>\n

DISTIH VII<\/strong><\/p>\n

De ce te pierzi la r\u0103scruce de ape?
\nNu sim\u021bi c\u0103 lacrima doare de-aproape?<\/p>\n

DISTIH VIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Privind la toate iubirile de sub soare
\nVei afla c\u0103 tot cerul este o durere prea mare.<\/p>\n

DISTIH IX<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uneori teama de a fi st\u00e2nc\u0103 este o alt\u0103 bucurie
\nDec\u00e2t neputin\u021ba iubirii s\u0103-nvie.<\/p>\n

DISTIH X<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sub povara amar\u0103 a durerii tot vede lumina.
\n\u0218i ce departe, t\u00e2rzie \u0219i rece-i str\u0103ina!<\/p>\n

DISTIH XI<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi \u0219terg ochii de p\u00e2nze negre de p\u0103ianjen
\nPrin palme mai dor \u00eenc\u0103 urme de vraj\u0103.<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL FL\u0102C\u0102RILOR ALBASTRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u0103min se povestesc albastre fl\u0103c\u0103rile
\nSub fericirea sufletului c\u00e2nd s\u0103rut\u0103 stelele.<\/p>\n

\u00ceN \u00ceNTUNERIC<\/strong><\/p>\n

De la fereastra mea
\nse vede totu\u0219i lumina
\n\u0219i trena
\nei la fel este
\nbucurie nesf\u0103r\u00e2mat\u0103 \u00een pa\u0219i.
\nAud stropi de Soare
\nCum picur\u0103 pe la ferestre
\n\u0218i mai iubesc
\nDin somn fiin\u021ba ta
\nCu ochii pedepsi\u021bi la nemurire,
\nCu lacrima dragostei \u00een g\u00e2nd…
\nAm s\u0103 deschid u\u0219a
\nS\u0103 te \u00eentorci
\n\u0218i s\u0103 cuprind zodia fericirii
\nCu tine, iubita mea!<\/p>\n

AZI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Primim s\u0103rutul luminii
\nchiar dac\u0103
\ne\u0219ti \u00een \u00eentuneric departe.
\nAzi iubirea pleac\u0103
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd in urm\u0103 cumin\u021benia norilor
\n\u0219i spre amintire, ploaie…
\nPloaie, ploaie.
\nAzi timpul a murit.
\nPe-o strad\u0103 \u00eenfrigurat
\na\u0219tept
\ns\u0103 revin\u0103 cu tine
\nla fel de albastr\u0103 iubirea.<\/p>\n

PRIM\u0102VARA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-au asfin\u021bit \u00een aceast\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103
\nstelele toate.
\nAud \u00een pustie:
\nCine s\u0103 fie acela pe care – L a\u0219tept?
\nDintr-un col\u021b al \u00eendur\u0103rii
\nprin fereastra lacrimilor mele Dumnezeu nu tace.
\nEl nu vrea s\u0103 tac\u0103.
\nDumnezeu se boteaz\u0103.
\nSf\u00e2ntul vede \u0219i devine ap\u0103.
\nSoarele \u021bine \u00een palme
\nnatura aprins\u0103.
\nSe vede acest soare
\ncare \u00eencepe s\u0103 doar\u0103 pe Cruce.
\n\u00eentreaga natur\u0103 e iubire, sufletul meu e iubire.
\nSf\u00e2ntul \u00eentinde m\u00e2na cu
\nap\u0103 Soarelui.
\n\u0218i r\u00e2de!
\nE prim\u0103vara Sf\u00e2ntului!<\/p>\n

ACUM, TOT SOMNUL<\/strong><\/p>\n

N-ai s\u0103 \u0219tii prieten\u0103
\nC\u0103 eu sunt din clipa sosirii tale l\u00e2ng\u0103 prag Cump\u0103nind zodiile
\n\u0218i cuvintele grele.
\nNu-i a\u0219a c\u0103 o s\u0103 le ier\u021bi \u00eendr\u0103zneala cu un s\u0103rut… N-ai s\u0103 \u0219tii, poate,
\nMersul meu prin lumin\u0103
\n\u00cenduplecat de a\u0219tri,
\nSem\u0103n\u00e2ndu-le dreptate,
\nHot\u0103r\u00e2nd care e albastru \u0219i \u00eenalt…
\nCe mult mi se pare somnul din urm\u0103
\n\u0218i t\u0103cerile ce arse \u00eemi par!
\nOrice fapt\u0103 e dureroas\u0103,
\norice fapt\u0103 dimprejurul meu!
\nPoate vei fi diminea\u021ba p\u0103m\u00e2ntului r\u0103sfirat \u00een pupile
\nC\u00e2t de pu\u021bin este pasul care urmeaz\u0103
\nsufletul meu
\nprin t\u0103gada nestinsei iubiri.
\nSomnul
\na fost printre cele scrumite o \u0219ans\u0103.
\nAcum tot somnul
\n\u00eemi aminte\u0219te de cor\u0103bii \u0219i fericire!
\nTu e\u0219ti pierdut\u0103
\npe sensul de mers al luminii,
\niubirea mea!<\/p>\n

DISTIHUL STELELOR ALBASTRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stele deasupra. Somn cu dulcea\u021b\u0103 de \u00eengeri.
\nStelele, \u00een iubire, sunt toate adev\u0103rate temeri.<\/p>\n

NOAPTEA SF. \u0218TEFAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sf\u00e2ntul plou\u0103.
\nIubirea ca o tor\u021b\u0103
\nNep\u0103m\u00e2nteasc\u0103
\n\u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 stihuri
\nPrin noi \u0219i prin picuri.
\nNorii sunt haina Sf\u00e2ntului.
\nDin cer cad stele descul\u021be;
\nDin m\u00e2inile Domnului –
\nS\u0103rutul furi\u0219at al Sf\u00e2ntului.
\nStropi imen\u0219i de lumin\u0103 sf\u00e2\u0219ie \u00eentunericul
\nDintre noi.
\nNe iubim!
\nSf\u00e2ntul mai umple pumnii cu ap\u0103 \u0219i plou\u0103.
\nSf\u00e2ntul r\u00e2de:
\nCopiii lui au plecat s\u0103 se culce.
\nSf\u00e2ntul mai plou\u0103 pu\u021bin
\nFericit \u0219i apoi
\nAdoarme \u0219i el cu g\u00e2ndul la copii: dragostea lor.<\/p>\n

DISTIH XII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Turnuri negre departe. Sub ele armura.
\nPrivindu-le spun: trebuie s\u0103 treac\u0103 vara.
\nMAI R\u0102M\u00c2I…
\nAzi inima a-ntrebat:
\nUnde pleci?
\nApoi lacrimile au prins o aureol\u0103 amar\u0103,
\n\u00centrebarea ta
\nAre sensul de piatr\u0103 sau ceva mult mai departe…
\nTu l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine
\nLa piept mi te str\u00e2ngi:
\nCuvintele sunt o nemeritat\u0103 jale…
\nUmbra \u00eemi spune:
\nPentru care ceas?
\nJarul se r\u0103scoal\u0103 \u00een vatr\u0103;
\nPentru care pas?
\n\u0218i m\u00e2inile mele s-aprind l\u00e2ng\u0103 b\u0103t\u0103ile inimii tale…
\nSe aude…
\nCare veste?
\nCare spin?
\nIau cenu\u0219\u0103 \u00een pumni \u0219i mi-o a\u0219ez l\u00e2ng\u0103 ochi.
\nMai r\u0103m\u00e2i,
\nUmbra din vatr\u0103 m\u0103 frige!…<\/p>\n

NIMENI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tocmai aprindeam
\nFocul
\nC\u00e2nd stelele-mi r\u00e2deau pe sub pleoape.
\nOchii mei plini de spaim\u0103 deveniser\u0103 simple morminte
\n\u00cen palme nimeni.
\n\u00cen jur t\u0103cere
\n\u00cen pupile nimeni.
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i \u00een suflet.
\nEa
\nCa o sc\u0103pare ascuns\u0103
\na mea.
\nNimeni.
\nSomnul piere fluid
\nprintre degete.
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i ea.
\nIubita mea nu mai e demult…
\nDISTIHUL A\u0218TEPT\u0102RII
\nlacrimile \/toart\u0103 in ele c\u00e2te o veste.
\nA\u0219teptarea nu-i dec\u00e2t o \u00eensingurat\u0103 poveste.<\/p>\n

DISTIH XIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noapte \u00eendurerat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103
\npoate \u00een palme \u00eemi num\u0103r stelele moarte.<\/p>\n

DISTIH XIV<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218i acum stau la fereastr\u0103 ca un ceas f\u0103r\u0103 timp
\nLumina este mecanismul meu scump.<\/p>\n

POVESTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pove\u0219tile sunt ceva f\u0103r\u0103 veste,
\nAltfel dec\u00e2t greierele care
\ndoarme-ntre vise \u0219i stele.
\nPove\u0219tile poart\u0103 un t\u0103r\u00e2m necuprins, numai cor\u0103bii,
\nochi, iubiri \u0219i multe cuvinte vei afla
\ndincolo de ele.
\nSunt altceva dec\u00e2t morminte.
\nToate pove\u0219tile, prietene,
\nPoart\u0103-n nume vasul cu care ne-am purtat
\nPeste m\u0103ri \u0219i \u021b\u0103ri copil\u0103ria.
\nCea mai sincer\u0103 \u0219i \u00eendurerat\u0103 poveste
\ndintre toate pove\u0219tile
\neste iubirea.<\/p>\n

DISTIH XV<\/strong><\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori am v\u0103zut caravane \u00een pustiu
\n\u00cen prea multa mea durere voiam s\u0103 fiu.<\/p>\n

DISTIH XVI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cine a v\u0103zut \u00een cenu\u0219a \u00eentunericului stele?
\nE altceva dec\u00e2t plata destinului \u00een ele…
\nCOR\u0102BIILE
\nCor\u0103bii medievale…
\nIat\u0103
\nCum trec peste \u00eendurerata mare…
\n\u0218i ne mai mir\u0103m
\nc\u0103-n suflet ceva ne mai doare:
\nca o org\u0103 cu catargele lor intoneaz\u0103
\nsimfonia t\u0103cerii.
\nE pace \u00eentre Scyla \u0219i Caribda
\n\u0218i-n mine e pace!
\nSe pierd eonii prin cenu\u0219\u0103
\n\u0218i-n amintirea mea.
\nMai trec cor\u0103bii \u0219i azi,
\nAb\u0103tute
\nDin somn c\u0103tre lumin\u0103.
\nIubirea nu mai are vreo vin\u0103.<\/p>\n

CATREN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cele mai multe dureri sunt se pare \u00een Infern. Aici pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00eentre cele spuse
\nprintre lacrimi \u0219i gene, multe patimi se cern semn c\u0103 iubirea \u0219i lumina nu sunt apuse.<\/p>\n

MIEZUL NOP\u021aII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se deschid porii \u00een poveste.
\nCa ieri
\npalmele mele
\n\u00eentinse sub bolt\u0103
\nsau sub un vis ce-l a\u0219tept,
\ntac.
\n\u00cenainte drum
\ncu f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 \u0219i corbi.
\nAm \u0219ov\u0103it \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eentreb:
\nDesp\u0103r\u021birea de care m\u0103 temeam a pierit?
\n\u0218i lumina care nu ne-a luminat
\nne mai a\u0219teapt\u0103?
\n\u00centre aceste dureri
\nnu mai \u0219tiu
\nde ce soarele de m\u00e2ine \u00eemi este o \u0219oapt\u0103 ne\u00eenvins\u0103.
\nTremur\u0103 cuvintele \u00een copacul am\u0103r\u0103ciunii;
\nStrig\u0103t \u00eemi pare orice suspin.
\n\u00cen orbite chin
\n\u0218i lacrima mea amu\u021be\u0219te.
\nOrologiul
\nm\u0103soar\u0103 patria
\niubirii mele.<\/p>\n

DISTIH XVII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cartea \u00een\u021belepciunii noastre este moartea
\nA\u0219a cum urmarea luminii e noaptea.
\nR\u00c2NDURI C\u0102TRE IUBIRE
\nNu te mai ascunde
\n\u00eentre s\u0103lcii ap\u0103sate de ploi
\n\u0219i aprinde
\n\u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 pe bolt\u0103, ca ieri, o stea.
\nLas\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc secundele lipite \u00een alte secunde…
\nD\u0103-mi palmele tale
\nS\u0103 le zidesc \u00een inim\u0103
\n\u0218i a\u0219teapt\u0103-m\u0103 \u00een Carul Mare.
\n\u00cenchipuie-\u021bi c\u0103 mi-e sete sau c\u0103 mi-e dor
\n\u0218i \u00eenchide-mi genele cu necuvinte.
\nApleac\u0103-\u021bi umbra albastr\u0103
\npeste visele mele r\u0103s\u0103rite din iarb\u0103.
\nNu schimba cerul de sub pleoapele mele
\nCu \u00eentuneric de \u0219oapte.
\nAscult\u0103 pu\u021bin
\nCetatea din pieptul meu
\n\u0218i apoi ia cu asalt
\nReduta durerii!
\nCe dor \u00eemi e de somnul t\u0103u prin var\u0103
\n\u0218i inima haihui ce viseaz\u0103 maci
\ndin lanuri \u0219i din leg\u0103minte.<\/p>\n

O clip\u0103!
\nA\u0219 vrea s\u0103-mi petrec lumina dup\u0103 buzele tale
\n\u0218i s\u0103 m\u0103-ncing cu stele.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 acum,
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een seara secundelor, unde-ai fost?
\nAm r\u0103t\u0103cit Luna prin somn
\n\u0218i mi-e fric\u0103
\nS\u0103 pier
\n\u00centre lacrimi.
\nAscult\u0103-mi fiin\u021ba \u0219i las\u0103 poarta luminii s\u0103 c\u00e2nte venirea
\nta.
\nPentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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