{"id":9796,"date":"2020-07-27T23:52:50","date_gmt":"2020-07-27T20:52:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9796"},"modified":"2020-07-27T23:52:50","modified_gmt":"2020-07-27T20:52:50","slug":"de-ai-nostri-nicolae-bratu-univers-poetic-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9796","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Nicolae Bratu – Univers poetic (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Sunt \u00een gara unde trenul nu opre\u015fte,
\nCeasul pe peron a stat de mult;
\nPrintre linii doar mohorul cre\u015fte
\nLampa spart\u0103 m\u0103 prive\u015fte mut.<\/p>\n

Trece noaptea, ziua se ive\u015fte,
\nTotul e \u00eencremenit demult\u2026
\nSunt \u00een gara unde trenul nu opre\u015fte,
\nCeasul pe peron a stat de mult;<\/p>\n

De aici nimic nu mai porne\u015fte,
\nSentiment de-ncremenit tumult,
\nTimpul pare c\u0103 nu se clinte\u015fte
\n\u015ei m\u0103-ntreb de sunt aici de mult.
\nSunt \u00een gara unde trenul nu opre\u015fte…<\/p>\n

Rondelul ritmului interior<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e dor de ritm \u015fi armonie,
\nLe aflu doar \u00een c\u00e2nt \u015fi-n vers
\n\u015ei din extaz \u00een agonie Trec,
\nne\u015ftiind al lumii mers:<\/p>\n

Azi sunt cuprins de veselie
\n\u015ei-apoi amare lacrimi v\u0103rs;
\nMi-e dor de ritm \u015fi armonie,
\nLe aflu doar \u00een c\u00e2nt \u015fi-n vers.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd totu-n jur e nebunie,
\nAbia schi\u0163ez un z\u00e2mbet \u015fters
\n\u015ei-ncerc timid o ironie,
\nPrimind in schimb un r\u00e2s pervers..
\nMi-e dor de ritm si armonie…<\/p>\n

Rondel citadin (I)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un c\u00e2ine m\u0103 privea \u00een plin\u0103 var\u0103
\n\u015ei alte zeci se adunau sinistru-n spate;
\n,,Sunt bl\u00e2nzi”, mi-am zis, privind furi\u015f spre-o bar\u0103,
\nDar ochii lor sticleau ca faruri sparte.<\/p>\n

Era c\u00e2nd hoin\u0103ream \u00een fapt de sear\u0103
\n\u015ei nu credeam s-ajung departe;
\nUn c\u00e2ine m\u0103 privea \u00een plin\u0103 var\u0103
\n\u015ei alte zeci se adunau sinistru-n spate.<\/p>\n

M\u0103-\u00eencurajam, \u00een starea mea precar\u0103
\n\u015ei mai puteam miza doar pe o carte:
\nS\u0103 v\u0103d lucind pe cer luna amar\u0103,
\nDar antirabicul e-acum departe…
\nUn c\u00e2ine m\u0103 privea \u00een plin\u0103 var\u0103.<\/p>\n

Rondel citadin (II)<\/strong><\/p>\n

,,Soare, speran\u0163\u0103 pentru zi senin\u0103,
\nR\u0103sari acum dintre betoane gri,
\nR\u0103nit de-antene pline de rugin\u0103,
\n\u00cens\u00e2ngerat de \u0163igle cenu\u015fii!”<\/p>\n

O lun\u0103 pal\u0103 \u00eentr-un st\u00e2lp se-anin\u0103
\n\u015ei-atunci m\u0103 rog, ca-n fiecare zi:
\n,,Soare, speran\u0163\u0103 pentru zi senin\u0103,
\nR\u0103sari acum dintre betoane gri!”<\/p>\n

O na\u0163ie preponderent canin\u0103,
\nAv\u00e2nd \u00een gean\u0103 numai verbu\u2019a fi
\nSe-agit\u0103 acum s\u0103-si simt\u0103 burta plin\u0103
\n\u015ei-adoarme st\u00e2nd la umbr\u0103, orice-ar fi…
\nSoare, speran\u0163\u0103 pentru zi senin\u0103…<\/p>\n

Rondel pluvial<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stelele strig\u0103 captive sub nori
\n\u015ei plou\u0103 cu picuri de plumb \u015fi nevroz\u0103;
\nStrig\u0103tul lor \u00eemi p\u0103trunde prin pori,
\nDar starea de spirit nu-ncape-n prognoz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Totu-i lipsit de frumos, de culori,
\nNatura pare a scrie doar proz\u0103\u2026
\nStelele strig\u0103 captive sub nori
\n\u015ei plou\u0103 cu picuri de plumb \u015fi nevroz\u0103;<\/p>\n

P\u0103m\u00e2ntul muste\u015fte de ve\u015ftede flori,
\nCerul \u015fi ploaia sunt \u00een simbioza;
\nCe lume se-ascunde, ce m\u00e2ndre comori
\nSub ast\u0103 jilav\u0103, cereasc\u0103 necroz\u0103\u2026?
\nStelele strig\u0103 captive sub nori\u2026<\/p>\n

Rondelul p\u00e2r\u00e2ului<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00e2r\u00e2ul se duce alene la vale
\n\u015ei las\u0103 pietri\u015ful \u015fi doina \u015fi spinii,
\nFuioare de cea\u0163\u0103 coboar\u0103 agale
\nPun\u00e2nd sub cortin\u0103 stejarii \u015fi pinii.<\/p>\n

E trecere lin\u0103, peren\u0103, e cale
\nSpre z\u0103ri nesf\u00e2r\u015fite, spre marginea lumii;
\nP\u00e2r\u00e2ul se duce alene la vale
\n\u015ei las\u0103 pietri\u015ful \u015fi doina \u015fi spinii.<\/p>\n

\u00cen praguri, umflat, cu tumult se pr\u0103vale,
\nDar \u015fesul \u00eei pune cap\u0103t pornirii.
\nZ\u0103voaie-\u015fi reflect\u0103 imagini banale,
\nEl ve\u015fnic reflect\u0103 imaginea lumii.
\nP\u00e2r\u00e2ul se duce alene la vale\u2026<\/p>\n

Rondel de toamn\u0103 timpurie<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 uit \u00eentr-o frunz\u0103, sunt galben ca vinul
\nMustit din broboane de soare b\u0103lai;
\nMi-e g\u00e2ndul fugar \u015fi amar ca pelinul
\n\u015ei zboar\u0103 cu frunze – frenetic alai.<\/p>\n

Zugrav neglijent este timpul, hainul,
\nArunc\u0103 pastel peste p\u00e2nz\u0103 \u015fi, vai,
\nM\u0103 uit \u00eentr-o frunz\u0103, sunt galben ca vinul
\nMustit din broboane de soare b\u0103lai.<\/p>\n

Sunt soare, sunt umbr\u0103, nu \u015ftiu ce-i suspinul
\n\u015ei frunza \u00eemi c\u00e2nt\u0103 duios, ca un nai,
\nDe dragoste, ur\u0103 \u015fi dor de c\u0103minul
\nDe raze, de boabe din soare b\u0103lai…
\nM\u0103 uit \u00eentr-o frunz\u0103, sunt galben ca vinul.<\/p>\n

Rondel de toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Toamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, toarn\u0103-mi un pahar
\nDe raze coapte \u015fi de sev\u0103 tare,
\n\u00cenmiresmat\u0103 cu frunzi\u015f amar,
\nCernut din plopi cu ramuri rare;<\/p>\n

S\u0103 sorb din cupa plin\u0103 cu nectar
\n\u015ei-apoi s\u0103 strig cu-nfiorare:
\nToamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, toarn\u0103-mi un pahar
\nDe raze coapte \u015fi de sev\u0103 tare!<\/p>\n

M\u0103 vei chema, apoi, \u00een ve\u015ftedul altar
\n\u015ei voi p\u0103\u015fi pe frunze ca pe mare:
\nMelancolia – val (sau avatar?)
\n\u00cemi va acoperi o ultim\u0103 strigare:
\nToamn\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, toarn\u0103-mi un pahar…<\/p>\n

Rondel de iarn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se-ascunde lumina sub cea\u021b\u0103; sub ghea\u021b\u0103
\nSperan\u021ba a\u0219teapt\u0103 cuminte un semn
\nS\u0103 schimbe \u00een verde, s-aduc\u0103 la via\u021b\u0103
\nDin lut poieni\u021b\u0103, vl\u0103stare din lemn.<\/p>\n

Spre noi doar o raz\u0103 firav\u0103, r\u0103zlea\u021b\u0103
\nTrimite arar p\u0103relnic \u00eendemn;
\nSe-ascunde lumina sub cea\u021b\u0103;
\nsub ghea\u021b\u0103 Speran\u021ba a\u0219teapt\u0103 cuminte un semn.<\/p>\n

Visarea mai zburd\u0103 acum \u00eendr\u0103znea\u021b\u0103,
\nNe duce prin locuri ce au ca \u00eensemn
\nSur\u00e2sul \u0219i pofta nebun\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103…
\nAcum, \u00eens\u0103, totul \u00eenghea\u021b\u0103 solemn:
\nMai st\u0103ruie, \u00eenc\u0103, lumina sub cea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Rondelul vorbelor de\u015farte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vorbe \u00een v\u00e2nt, slove de\u015farte
\nAm pus pe foaie \u00een zadar
\nS\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i slujeasc\u0103, prima \u00eentre Arte,
\n\u015ei sufletul s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i aduc\u0103-n dar.<\/p>\n

Prea mic mi-e sim\u0163ul, prea departe
\nSe-arat\u0103 g\u00e2ndul-avatar,
\nC\u0103ci vorbe-n v\u00e2nt, slove de\u015farte
\nAm pus pe foaie \u00een zadar.<\/p>\n

Se-adun\u0103 r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd \u00een carte,
\nCa-n cuf\u0103rul unui avar,
\nCuvinte dragi, cuvinte-aparte,
\nLe pre\u0163uiesc, le num\u0103r, dar
\nSunt vorbe-n v\u00e2nt, slove de\u015farte…<\/p>\n

Rondel a\u015ftept\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n

De-acum \u00ee\u0163i voi spune:
\n,,Te uit\u0103 \u015ei vezi cum a\u015ftept \u00een t\u0103cere;
\nNu-mi cere s\u0103 caut himere
\nPe calea demult t\u0103inuit\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n

Am str\u00e2ns, cu amar dr\u0103muit\u0103,
\nPomad\u0103 din praful de stele;
\nDe-acum \u00ee\u0163i voi spune:
\n,,Te uit\u0103 \u015ei vezi cum a\u015ftept \u00een t\u0103cere.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mi-e dragostea-n sori t\u0103inuit\u0103
\n\u015ei-alerg c\u0103tre tine prin ere,
\nTrec\u00e2nd printre raze \u015fi sfere;
\nAm vorba atent ticluit\u0103:
\nDe-acum \u00ee\u0163i voi spune: ,,M\u0103 uit\u0103\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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