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SUSPIN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce mult \u00eemi este spinul \u00cen pasul r\u0103t\u0103cit,
\nCe nunt\u0103 e lumina C\u00e2nd tu te-ai risipit!<\/p>\n

IAT\u0102, AICI R\u00c2D…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Drume\u021bule,\t.
\naceste nisipuri \u0219i st\u00e2nci
\nsunt sufletul t\u0103u,
\nascult\u0103-le.
\nBol\u021bi \u00eengropate
\nsunt toate l\u0103ca\u0219urile mor\u021bilor.
\nIat\u0103 sunt tot mai verde
\nmai cuminte sub aceea\u0219i lun\u0103
\n\u0219i acela\u0219i prier.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 nu te mai mire c\u0103-n
\norbite \u00eemi cre\u0219te
\nsenin\u0103 iarba.
\n\u021a\u0103r\u00e2na este pulsul \u00eentunericului meu.
\n\u021ai-am spus c\u0103 albastre sunt toate mormintele.
\nDe aceea ochii t\u0103i
\naici unde r\u00e2d,
\nascunde-te.<\/p>\n

\u00centoarcerea din nume
\nSe pl\u0103te\u0219te
\n\u00cen vreme cu noapte.
\nAici, drume\u021bule,
\nnu mai aud dec\u00e2t anotimpuri pierind.
\nS\u0103 nu te mire
\nC\u0103 tac
\n\u0218i c\u0103 r\u00e2d…<\/p>\n

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

Z\u0103pezi ca niciodat\u0103 pierdute… Aveam
\nBucuria de a iubi lumina. \u0218i tr\u0103iam.<\/p>\n

AUD<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu urechea, prietena
\np\u0103m\u00e2ntului, \u0219i-acum sunt l\u00e2ng\u0103 lut.
\n\u0218i-acum a\u0219tept,
\nLumin\u0103 cea mai demult.
\nSor\u0103, orice via\u021b\u0103
\nEste o moarte \u00eenvins\u0103, aici
\n\u00cen miezul suspinelor;
\nCu at\u00e2t mai mult ne r\u0103m\u00e2ne
\nLacrima
\nCa leg\u0103m\u00e2nt cu cenu\u0219a
\nPromis\u0103,
\nMai mult dec\u00e2t pasul
\nSchingiuit de-a\u0219teptare.
\nParc\u0103 tot mai cuminte
\n\u00cemi pare
\nT\u0103cerea ta;
\nS\u0103 te fi ascuns \u00eentre fapte ap\u0103r\u00e2nd genele de-ntuneric?
\nAud,
\nMurind \u00eentre noi
\n\u00censpinate petale de Lun\u0103.
\nOrgile-n biserici, iat\u0103, tac \u00eempreun\u0103.
\nAud inima mea
\nVorbind somnului despre fericire. Aud…
\nNu \u0219tiu ce aud…<\/p>\n

IUBIRE MEDIEVAL\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 a\u0219 pute face
\nTurnurile acestui castel
\nS\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 prin limba clopotelor vei vedea c\u0103
\nTor scrumul lor
\nDoarme medieval\u0103
\nIubirea dintre Soare – R\u0103sare \u0219i o domni\u021b\u0103 c\u0103lare.
\nmi-am auzit alchimia somnului \u0219i
\nmi-am zis privind spre lumin\u0103:
\nmedievale suni \u00eentre turnuri iubirile \u0219i faptele de arme din Mediul ev…<\/p>\n

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

\u00cemi trec degetele prin p\u0103r g\u00e2ndind
\nc\u0103 m\u00e2ine a\u0219 putea fi p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nDe ce nu e\u0219ti aici l\u00e2ng\u0103 somn?
\nDe ce p\u0103m\u00e2nt?
\nLutul nu-i dec\u00e2t o amar\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mplare.<\/p>\n

LINI\u0218TE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-au frem\u0103tat oasele
\nLa poezia fumului, \u00een tumultul \u00eentunericului
\nSe-ntinde un p\u0103ianjen rat\u00e2ndu-i p\u00e2nza. Lini\u0219te.
\nOchii mei v\u0103d stropi de lumin\u0103
\n\u00cenchi\u0219i \u00een fire de tort.
\nOchiule, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00een\u0219eli \u00eenainte de a mai ciupi
\nO coard\u0103 de chitar\u0103.
\n\u00cen amintire, totu\u0219i, c\u00e2ntecul are o oarecare esen\u021b\u0103.
\nLini\u0219te….
\nDoar umbra mai spune ceva monoton \u0219i banal,
\ndoar umbra mea, s\u0103rmana!
\nStafia-ntunecat\u0103
\n\u00eemi inund\u0103 pupilele \u0219i atunci
\no poft\u0103 nebun\u0103 mi se plimb\u0103 prim palme.
\nE ceas t\u00e2rziu de noapte cu \u00eentreb\u0103ri \u0219i pene.
\nVreau s\u0103 te apleci
\n\u0218i s\u0103-mi c\u00e2n\u021bi spaima ca o lini\u0219te, ca tot ce \u00eemi susur\u0103
\n\u00een ureche.
\nVreau s\u0103-mi vorbe\u0219ti despre lacuri
\nivite dintre lacrimi
\nsau po\u021bi s\u0103-mi vorbe\u0219ti despre actul de a brava;
\nlini\u0219tea, p\u0103ianjenul.<\/p>\n

NEROZIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-s degetele
\ncoarne de cerb
\naltfel dec\u00e2t cuvintele iert\u0103rii.
\nEu sunt o bucurie larg\u0103
\nde la \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n

SEMN. \u00ceN POART\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu-mi amintesc
\ns\u0103-\u021bi fi spus vreodat\u0103
\nc\u0103 nop\u021bile sunt o \u00eent\u00e2mplare buimac\u0103
\nnum\u0103r\u00e2nd de dup\u0103 cump\u0103n\u0103 nop\u021bile de mai
\nluna este acum mai mare ca o iubire
\n\u0219i tot ea scoate apa din ciutur\u0103
\ns\u0103 pot
\ns\u0103 dorm.
\nE prea mult\u0103 \u00eentoarcere \u00een palme!
\nSe deschide prin roata f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii
\nO poart\u0103 cu totul alta, o poart\u0103 nevinovat\u0103 de t\u0103ceri…
\nDar degetele mele unde-s?<\/p>\n

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

C\u00e2nd sufletul t\u0103u spune o rug\u0103ciune \u00een maci
\nDumnezeu s\u0103 te-adune…<\/p>\n

P\u0102RERE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se rostogolesc spre ochii mei
\n\u0218i spre fiin\u021ba ta f\u0103r\u00e2me de case cere\u0219ti
\n\u0218i cred c\u0103 iar m-am r\u0103t\u0103cit
\ndescul\u021b
\nprintre cuvinte \u0219i nervi…<\/p>\n

OCHII T\u0102I, STR\u0102INO…<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u0103sare Luna din ape:
\n\u00eenc\u0103 o povar\u0103 aprins\u0103
\n\u00een at\u00e2ta pustiu!
\nn-ai s\u0103 m\u0103 crezi
\nc\u0103 m-am ad\u0103pat \u00een ne\u0219tire
\ncu lumina ta.<\/p>\n

Ochii t\u0103i, iubito,
\nOchii t\u0103i str\u0103ini m\u0103 mai dor
\nCe infinite sunt stelele
\nCare poart\u0103 \u00een ele destinul t\u0103u
\n\u0218i ce str\u0103in\u0103 \u00eemi e\u0219ti!<\/p>\n

III. C\u00c2NTECUL – JOCUL LUMINII<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00c2NTEC<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u021ai-am scris pergamente cu litere de albastru \u0219i foc
\n\u0219i \u021bin minte
\nc\u0103 ai r\u00e2s
\nrepovestindu-mi lacrima.
\nTe-ai jucat cu mine de-a prim\u0103vara,
\nmi-ai ar\u0103tat s\u0103rut\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\nvatra \u0219i zodia ren\u0103sc\u00e2nd.
\nAm tr\u0103it sensul cuvintelor
\n\u0218i ne-am ad\u0103postit \u00een lumin\u0103.
\nEu, tu \u0219i iubirea suntem copii cu umbra \u00een soare.<\/p>\n

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

Ce spun azi degetele \u0219i dimine\u021bile
\nPrim\u0103vara-nvinge \u00eentotdeauna nop\u021bile.<\/p>\n

MOIN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce departe erai de soare
\nCu toat\u0103 uimirea ta!
\nCe rece floare erai cu toat\u0103 nemurirea ta!
\nCopil sunt \u00een ne\u0219tire
\nC\u00e2nd g\u00e2zele \u00eenchipuie ode
\n\u00cen aerul mut,
\nC\u00e2nd ciobanul \u00ee\u0219i rote\u0219te ciomagul \u00een semn de salut!
\nPrin z\u0103pezi obosite
\ncurg p\u00e2raie din mun\u021bi
\ncu care ne-mplinim
\nadesea pleoapele
\n\u0219i a\u0219teptarea.
\nM-am oprit
\n\u00een c\u00e2mpia pe care se ridic\u0103 nep\u0103m\u00e2ntean\u0103 iarb\u0103
\nde la stre\u0219ini picur\u0103 prim\u0103vara prin mersul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

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

Nu povesti p\u0103m\u00e2ntului despre durerea
\nCa o presar\u0103 ochilor, nemiloas\u0103, t\u0103cerea.<\/p>\n

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

Vorbele tale sunt acum o flac\u0103r\u0103 stins\u0103
\nPrietene, iubirea sub soare nu-i \u00eenvins\u0103.
\nDISTIH. \u0218I AT\u00c2T
\nV\u0103d \u00een ace\u0219ti copaci lumina f\u0103r\u0103 \u0219oapte
\n\u00cen \u00een\u021belepciune sufletul meu e o carte.<\/p>\n

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

C\u00e2nd ploaia \u00ee\u021bi baie t\u00e2rziu la fereastr\u0103
\nTe-a\u0219az\u0103 \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103 la clape o melodie m\u0103iastr\u0103.<\/p>\n

DISTIH CU DOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce-\u021bi spun m\u00e2inile c\u00e2nd le-aduci la t\u00e2mple:
\nInimii, iubirea trebuie s\u0103 i se \u00eent\u00e2mple.<\/p>\n

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

T\u0103cere. Aud \u00een palme risipindu-se lin
\nPicuri de lumin\u0103 Luna se-mbrac\u0103-n satin.<\/p>\n

DISTIH, PRINTRE ALTELE…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Crezi, tu, oare, c\u0103 lumina deplin\u0103
\n\u00centre spaime nu trebuie s\u0103 mai vin\u0103?<\/p>\n

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

A\u0219a au c\u00e2\u0219tigat \u00eemp\u0103ra\u021bii gloria:
\nCer\u0219ind \u00een sine de trei ori victoria!<\/p>\n

TREPTE<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi spun c\u00e2teodat\u0103, prietene,
\nC\u0103 \u00een orice secund\u0103 se odihne\u0219te o st\u00e2nc\u0103.
\nO alt\u0103 suferin\u021b\u0103 se ascunde \u00een bucurie.
\nC\u00e2nd vei ie\u0219i \u00een pove\u0219tile acestea de pietre, s\u0103 urci
\nChiar de \u021bi-e somn
\nTreapta cea rece \u0219i t\u00e2rzie.<\/p>\n

AM PRIVIT UN CER ALBASTRU…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-au spus ochii
\n\u00een timp ce muream pe undeva prin iubire:
\nopre\u0219te-te!
\nRidic\u0103 privirea spre soare!
\nM\u00e2inile \u00eemi \u00eemp\u0103ienjeniser\u0103 ochii
\nprin \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 fugare.
\nCredeam ca \u00een copil\u0103rie
\nc\u0103 tot albastrul de deasupra mea e o lacrim\u0103 de cer. Am cer\u0219it s\u0103 privesc,
\nam privit un cer albastru
\n\u0219i-am \u00eencetat s\u0103 mai mor.
\nM\u0103rgelele ochilor
\nerau atunci mai iubite,
\nDar mult mai departe.
\nAcum cred c\u0103 albastrul este acas\u0103 la Dumnezeu.
\nAm privit un cer albastru
\nS\u0103 mai pot tr\u0103i un petic de o secund\u0103…<\/p>\n

TAIN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Toate luminile albastre ascund
\nsub pietre anul \u0219i clipa deopotriv\u0103.
\nAscult\u0103-m\u0103
\n\u0219i las\u0103-\u021bi umbra l\u00e2ng\u0103 timp
\n\u0219i l\u00e2ng\u0103 semin\u021be.
\nEu sunt de ajuns pentru focul inimii tale
\n\u0218i sunt \u00eenc\u0103 un deget ridicat spre moarte.<\/p>\n

NOI \u0218I T\u0102CEREA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum a\u0219 putea s\u0103-nstr\u0103inez luminii
\nlini\u0219tea somnului?
\nDorm toate patimile noastre
\n\u00een spaime \u0219i-n noapte.
\nPeste turnuri,
\npeste moarte
\ninimile sunt degete sau
\nsunt lacrimi…
\nCe poate \u00eenspuma dealul?
\nNoi cl\u0103dim din cenu\u0219a stelelor valuri,
\nminunatele valuri
\n\u0219i ne mir\u0103m de ce nu nimerim
\ncuvintele printre \u0219oapte.
\nNe temem de turnuri
\n\u0219i am vrea s\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103m mai bine un menuet
\nc\u00e2nd din ad\u00e2nc de nume
\nam vrea s\u0103 iubim p\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\ncare urmeaz\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna dup\u0103 a\u0219teptare
\n\u0219i dup\u0103 t\u0103cere…<\/p>\n

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

N-ar trebui, ascult\u00e2ndu-\u021bi cenu\u0219a din palme
\nS\u0103 crezi c\u0103 lumina \u00eenchipuie m\u0103rile calme…<\/p>\n

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

L\u00e2ng\u0103 lacrima sufletului s\u0103 nu zide\u0219ti
\n\u00cen piatr\u0103 lumin\u0103 sau oricare alte pove\u0219ti.<\/p>\n

VALURI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spune-mi, inim\u0103,
\ncine r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te \u00een pas?
\n\u00cen m\u0103rile tale
\nc\u00e2te cor\u0103bii cu soare sau alt co\u0219mar poart\u0103
\nchip de ad\u00e2nc?<\/p>\n

Atunci
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eentre turnuri vechi mai fumeg\u0103 cenu\u0219\u0103 de stele
\n\u00cen noapte r\u0103m\u00e2n.
\nDe-atunci,
\nDinspre miaz\u0103zi vin \u0219oaptele
\nSpre mal.
\nCopil\u0103ria, somnul, cenu\u0219a,
\nTu –
\nToate sunte\u021bi chemarea mea
\nSpre vin\u0103.<\/p>\n

SOMN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Simplu nu este versul. Lumin\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00eentuneric – nimic nu-i somn pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt:
\nC\u0103ci steaua a obosit str\u0103in\u0103
\ntoat\u0103 seara fluier\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

\u00ceNCEPUTUL UNUI AN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fiin\u021be \u00een lumina anului r\u0103sar,
\n\u0218i c\u0103i \u0219i g\u00e2nduri ies din ne\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103.
\nO ultim\u0103 nerostit\u0103 credin\u021b\u0103 \u2013
\nEu \u00een spaime \u0219i neguri tot ard.<\/p>\n

\u00cen muntele ridicat de cugete
\n\u0218i foarte rar de pu\u021binele r\u00e2sete
\nSunt fericiri ce iau din nou fiin\u021b\u0103
\nStele, curcubeu: toate-s cu putin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00ee\u021bi spuneam a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-te
\nC\u0103 lucrurile \u00een urm\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mai ard
\nCu flac\u0103r\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103 privindu-te
\nV\u0103rsai cu uimire smirn\u0103 \u0219i nard.<\/p>\n

Acum mi-e prea t\u00e2n\u0103r anul
\nS\u0103 te mai \u00eembrac iar \u00een p\u0103dure
\n\u00ce\u0219i schimb\u0103 frunza \u0219i coaja copacul
\nc\u00e2nd ochii t\u0103i simt jarul din mure.<\/p>\n

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

Tot mai bine era s\u0103 te \u00eentorci \u00eentre umbre
\nC\u00e2nd numele t\u0103u le cheam\u0103 pe cele mai sumbre.<\/p>\n

MEMENTO<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dac\u0103 vezi \u00een calea ta
\nUn vis \u0219i o piatr\u0103 cuminte
\nPe-o cump\u0103n\u0103 anonim\u0103
\nA unui nesperat amurg,
\nStr\u0103ino,
\nLa piept str\u00e2nge-le \u0219i le s\u0103rut\u0103.
\nSunt urma cuvintelor mele
\nCe valoreaz\u0103 c\u00e2t iarba;
\nOpre\u0219te-\u021bi c\u00e2teva secunde
\ndrumul \u00een palme.
\nMir\u0103-te c\u0103 m\u0103-ntorc
\ns\u0103 m\u0103-mpac cu rou\u0103
\n\u00eentre spini.
\n\u00cen lini\u0219tea de dinaintea ta se \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103
\ndrumul oprit. C\u00e2nd sub soare
\nvor mai bate clopotele
\nridic\u0103-\u021bi fruntea din \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na. Mi-a ajuns s\u0103rutul t\u0103u,
\nmi-a ajuns p\u00e2n\u0103 a murit \u0219arpele
\nla c\u0103derea serii.<\/p>\n


\nP\u00c2N\u0102 C\u00c2ND?<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd voi mai \u021bine \u00een mu\u0219chi ne\u00eentrebat\u0103
\nS\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba?
\nErau vremuri \u00een care
\n\u00eemi potriveam inima
\nDup\u0103 dang\u0103tul clopotelor.
\nTr\u0103iam
\nCa un \u0219arpe \u00eentr-o zare la umbr\u0103 de turn,
\nOglindindu-m\u0103 zilnic \u00een cer
\n\u0218i c\u0103utam din \u00een\u0103l\u021bime p\u0103s\u0103rile negre
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 prind\u0103.
\nSemin\u021bele aveau atunci p\u0103m\u00e2ntul lor \u00een mine.
\n\u00cen alte vremuri g\u00e2ndul meu asculta poemele mor\u021bilor
\nde c\u00e2te ori l\u00e2ng\u0103 cruci
\nst\u0103team rezemat de vreo lespede
\ncu ochii pierdu\u021bi \u00een t\u0103cere.
\n\u0218i atunci s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba avea drumuri subp\u0103m\u00e2ntene \u2013
\n\u00cencol\u021bea \u0219i devenea pe r\u00e2nd cruce ori cuv\u00e2nt.
\nAscult vocea vremurilor mele fertile. Sunt \u00eenc\u0103 prizonierul
\nSemin\u021bei \u0219i-al prim\u0103verii
\nCe nu vrea s\u0103 mai stea.
\nUn pas spre lut
\n\u0218i unul spre lumin\u0103.
\n\u00cencep din nou s\u0103 pier…
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd?<\/p>\n

\u00ceNTOARCERE SPRE TIN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Intru \u00een patria mea str\u0103in \u0219i plin de vin\u0103.
\nO povar\u0103 \u0219i-un c\u00e2ntec mai am sub aceast\u0103 tin\u0103.
\nLemnul tace –
\nportretele bunilor mei la fel,
\nDar parc\u0103 bunica \u00eemi spune c\u0103 aici t\u0103cerea e doar o secund\u0103 mai plin\u0103. ..
\ndeschid o u\u0219\u0103 \u0219i m-a\u0219ez
\npe un pat de nuc \u00eenfrunt\u00e2nd
\nspaima p\u0103ianjenului
\n\u00een plasa c\u0103ruia a dormit copil\u0103ria mea.
\nS\u00e2ngele meu se-ntoarce ab\u0103tut
\n\u00een p\u0103rin\u021bi
\nCu mii de valuri \u00eenspumate…
\nMoartea lor mi-a zugr\u0103vit pere\u021bii
\n\u0219i jocul \u00een tonuri calde de aprilie.
\nA\u0219 vrea s\u0103 trag cerul peste ochi
\ns\u0103 v\u0103d cum
\noasele lor se odihnesc \u00een icoane.
\nCopilul zidurilor albe
\nCare mereu a fost
\nn-a mai g\u0103sit lumina pa\u0219ilor f\u0103r\u0103 rost.
\nnemi\u0219carea nu-i dec\u00e2t un scurt drum spre tin\u0103
\nca \u0219i pere\u021bii plini de amintirile noastre…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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