{"id":9827,"date":"2020-07-29T23:56:15","date_gmt":"2020-07-29T20:56:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9827"},"modified":"2020-07-29T23:56:15","modified_gmt":"2020-07-29T20:56:15","slug":"de-ai-nostri-nicolae-bratu-univers-poetic-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=9827","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Nicolae Bratu – Univers poetic (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Ast\u0103zi renasc cu soarele odat\u0103,
\nSperan\u0163\u0103, disperare… cale sinuoas\u0103…
\nDar calea nu-i pustie, e umblat\u0103
\nDe fel \u015fi fel… e lin\u0103 sau spinoas\u0103; <\/p>\n

Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd \u00eemi spun ,,A fost odat\u0103…”
\n\u015ei nu mai sper c\u0103 via\u0163a poate fi frumoas\u0103…
\nAst\u0103zi renasc cu soarele odat\u0103,
\nSperan\u0163\u0103, disperare… cale sinuoas\u0103… <\/p>\n

Un am\u0103nunt \u00eemi face inima s\u0103 bat\u0103:
\nUn g\u00e2nd frumos, o fapt\u0103 virtuoas\u0103;
\nDar toate bune trec \u015fi-atunci pe dat\u0103
\nM\u0103 reg\u0103sesc pe calea sinuoas\u0103…
\nAst\u0103zi renasc cu soarele odat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Iubire sau amor?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amor? Iubire? Totu-i relativ…
\nNu \u00eentreba unde g\u0103se\u015fti virtute;
\nC\u0103ci \u00een amor ,,g\u00e2ndesti\u201d cantitativ,
\nIar \u00een iubire-i fals \u015fi servitute. <\/p>\n

Se mir\u0103 to\u0163i \u015fi m\u0103 iau drept naiv:
\nDe ce m\u0103-ntreb de-s firile corupte?
\nAmor? Iubire? Totu-i relativ… <\/p>\n

Nu \u00eentreb\u0103 unde g\u0103se\u015fti virtute.
\nAmoru-i calp, chiar \u015fi pe portativ,
\nIubirea – supraestimat\u0103, pus\u0103-n loc de frunte;
\nNe mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne, doar, s\u0103 primim pozitiv
\nOrice ne d\u0103 via\u0163a, vrute sau nevrute;
\nAmor? Iubire? Totu-i relativ…<\/p>\n

Rondel-eseu<\/strong> <\/p>\n

Se-ntunec\u00e3 acum \u00een mine
\n\u015ei-mi caut calea b\u00e2jb\u00e2ind;
\n\u00cencerc s\u00e3 o g\u00e3sesc \u00een rime,
\nDar m\u0103 trezesc filosof\u00e2nd. <\/p>\n

S\u0103 sper, s\u0103 strig c\u00e2nd noaptea vine
\nSau s\u0103 m\u0103 uit la cer cu jind?
\nSe-ntunec\u00e3 acum \u00een mine
\n\u015ei-mi caut calea b\u00e2jb\u00e2ind. <\/p>\n

\u00cemi spun c\u00e3 mult nu va mai \u0163ine:
\nLumina va veni tr\u00e3ind
\nCopil\u00e3rii de soare pline
\nSpre care to\u0163i poetii tind;
\nSe-ntunec\u00e3 acum \u00een mine.<\/p>\n

Fantasme<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vorbe\u015fte-mi! Vorbe\u015fte-mi acum!
\nSpune-mi deschis tot ce-\u0163i trece prin minte
\nArat\u0103-\u0163i aici vorbirea cuminte
\nSau strig\u0103, arat\u0103-te f\u0103r\u0103-de-minte!
\nScoate din suflet \u015fi ur\u0103 \u015fi vin\u0103
\n\u015ei vin\u0103-n de\u015fertul de oseminte
\nS\u0103 vorbim\u2026 s\u0103 vorbim de eroi \u015fi morminte
\nAscun\u015fi \u00een cuvinte, \u00een necuvinte\u2026
\nM\u0103 minte, te rog, m\u0103 minte!
\nAscult\u0103 ruga-f\u0103r\u0103-cuvinte
\nCe urc\u0103 \u00een vine ca lava fierbinte.
\n\u00cen rime s\u0103 pierdem controlul, \u00een minte
\nAv\u00e2nd fantasmele dragi ce-\u015fi doresc s\u0103 ne-alinte
\nCu sev\u0103 de dor \u015fi aduceri-aminte\u2026 <\/p>\n

Iubirea e un joc de tenis<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iubirea e un joc de tenis:
\nChiar dac\u0103 ai tu prima minge,
\nS\u0103 nu te crezi deja Adonis,
\nAi grij\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 te po\u0163i frige! <\/p>\n

Spre un final de set \u00eencins,
\nC\u00e2nd scorul e \u00een echilibru,
\nUn avantaj te \u0163ine-ntins
\n\u015ei-l pierzi c\u00e2nd e\u015fti at\u00e2t de sigur… <\/p>\n

\u00cen setul doi, ajun\u015fi la tiebreak,
\nC\u00e2nd tensiunea e la maxim,
\nTe-ntrebi cine-a c\u0103lcat pe bec
\n\u015ei a\u0163i ajuns \u00een setul ultim, <\/p>\n

\u015ei-n aer sunt gesturi \u015fi vorbe
\nZbur\u00e2nd ca mingile pe zgur\u0103…
\nDar nu-i arbitru s\u0103-i ceri probe
\n\u015ei-atunci mai bine… taci din gur\u0103… <\/p>\n

Iubirea e un joc de tenis
\n\u00cen care, culmea, cel ce-nvinge
\nE, clar, considerat \u00eenvins…
\n\u015ei el va r\u00e2de sau…va pl\u00e2nge? <\/p>\n

C\u0103tre Omar Khayyam<\/strong><\/p>\n

La hanul vechi, uitat de lume
\nCu un pocal de vin in fa\u0163\u0103
\n\u015ei-un bidiviu pur-s\u00e2nge-n spume
\nLegat de gard, plin de pova\u0163\u0103 <\/p>\n

St\u0103 nobilul harap Omar
\nGust\u00e2nd din vin \u015fi din Amor
\n\u015ei de nimic av\u00e2nd habar:
\nAt\u00e2t… doar Ea… vin negru-ntr-ulcior… <\/p>\n

C\u0103ci ce-i mai bun \u00een lumea-n care
\nNe na\u015ftem doar spre a muri
\nDec\u00e2t iubirea… \u015fi-o licoare
\n\u015ei versuri spre-a le nemuri…<\/p>\n

sunt un simplu gr\u0103jdar<\/strong><\/p>\n

sunt un simplu gr\u0103jdar
\ndiminea\u021ba dau drumul turmelor de iepe sirepe
\ns\u0103 alerge pe calea lactee
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la locul de p\u0103\u015fune \u0219i de ad\u0103pat
\n\u015fi mereu le pierd \u00een lanul bogat
\n\u015fi gustos din jurul
\nplanetei albastre
\npierd puii de g\u0103ina ce zboar\u0103 deja c\u0103tre alte planete cu
\naripi de g\u00e2nd
\nam \u00eencercat s\u0103 hr\u0103nesc un cal pr\u0103p\u0103dit
\ncu j\u0103ratec s\u0103-l duc\u0103 pe tata \u00een styx
\ndar tata, ca un adev\u0103rat erou, \u0219i-a g\u0103sit inorogul
\nun cal b\u0103lan ce l-a purtat adesea
\n\u00een copil\u0103rie spre z\u0103ri albastre
\nacum l-a dus la trap spre C\u00e2mpiile Elizee
\ncum spuneam, sunt un biet gr\u0103jdar, nu un dalb harap
\n\u0219i, tat\u0103, m\u0103 iart\u0103, nu \u0219tiu s\u0103 aleg caii spre loc de odihn\u0103….<\/p>\n

Din prea mult\u0103 iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din prea mult\u0103 iubire
\nDumnezeu a f\u0103cut s\u0103 apar\u0103
\nUn punct de lumin\u0103
\n\u00cen \u00eentunericul profund
\nAstfel a ap\u0103rut lumea.
\nDin r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163,
\nDin prea mult\u0103 iubire,
\nLumea s-a extins
\nNem\u0103rginit
\nTinz\u00e2nd c\u0103tre
\nNem\u0103rginirea iubirii divine.
\nDin prea mult\u0103 iubire
\nOamenii \u00eel uit\u0103 pe Creator,
\n\u00cel \u00eenfrunt\u0103,
\nOdat\u0103, chiar, i-au r\u0103stignit
\nLui Dumnezeu Fiul;
\n\u015ei-au zis, probabil, s\u0103 fac\u0103
\nCeva memorabil,
\nUn gest de iubire
\nPe m\u0103sura nem\u0103rginirii
\n\u015ei a nem\u0103rginitei iubiri
\nA lui Dumnezeu,
\nUn gest de mul\u0163umire
\nC\u0103tre Creatorul lor
\n\u015ei cum altfel dec\u00e2t s\u0103-I r\u0103stigne\u015fti Fiul?
\nC\u0103ci poate spune cineva
\nCare sunt limitele Universului
\nSau ale iubirii?
\nOamenii l-ar r\u0103stigni din nou
\nDac\u0103 s-ar ivi ocazia
\nDoar pentru a se bucura
\nDe m\u0103re\u0163ia \u00eenvierii \u015fi
\nDin prea mult\u0103 iubire\u2026<\/p>\n

Poemul mor\u0163ii bunelor maniere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se duse bunul sim\u0163 de r\u00e2p\u0103
\nAzi doar pedan\u0163ii-l pomenesc \u2013
\nLa tineri nu-i nici c\u00e2t o c\u00e2rp\u0103 \u2013
\nScholari prin bucve-l prohodesc <\/p>\n

\u015ei toat\u0103 lumea strig\u0103:
\n,,Nu-s Repere \u00een societate!”
\nDar oare cine-n g\u00e2nd \u015fi-a pus S
\n\u0103 pun\u0103 ordine-n cetate,
\nS\u0103 creasc\u0103 min\u0163i \u015fi inimi brave,
\n\u015etacheta s\u0103 o \u0163in\u0103 sus…
\nSunt, oare, \u00eentreb\u0103ri prea grave? <\/p>\n

Emo\u0163ii de toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

E toamn\u0103, sufletu-i albastru
\n\u015ei frunzele – at\u00e2t de ruginii! \u2013
\nB\u0103tute nemilos de v\u00e2ntul aspru,
\nR\u0103t\u0103citor pe-ntinsele c\u00e2mpii. <\/p>\n

Te sim\u0163i pustiu, natura-i pustiit\u0103
\n\u015ei te treze\u015fti \u00een camera bunicii,
\nCu focul p\u00e2lp\u00e2ind alene-n plit\u0103,
\nFusul torc\u00e2nd\u2026 ah, simplele delicii! <\/p>\n

*
\nToamna nu exist\u0103.
\nNu, toamna nu exist\u0103!
\nNu exist\u0103 emo\u0163ia unui (nou) \u00eenceput
\n\u00een via\u0163a fiec\u0103rui copil,
\nnu exist\u0103 starea aceea de lips\u0103 vlag\u0103,
\nde nevroz\u0103, de melancolie \u00een fa\u0163a unui peisaj ruginiu,
\n\u00een fa\u0163a unei podgorii dezgolite de frunze,
\ndar at\u00e2t de mul\u0163umit\u0103 de sine, c\u0103ci poart\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2ntare
\nsi exuberan\u0163\u0103 \u00een fiecare bob.
\nCu at\u00e2t mai pu\u0163in exist\u0103 zilele \u00een care
\nne refugiam \u00een odaia bunicii,
\nafar\u0103 ploua moc\u0103ne\u015fte,
\nv\u00e2ntul B\u0103r\u0103ganului sufla \u015fi noi citeam
\ncu c\u00e2ntecul fusului \u00een fundal.
\nNu, niciunul din aceste lucruri nu exist\u0103
\n\u015fi cu at\u00e2t mai pu\u0163in toamna…
\nEle au trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi… sau cu noi… <\/p>\n

*
\nO adiere-n frunze, ca o toan\u0103,
\nR\u0103coare-n zori, la pr\u00e2nz miros de p\u00e2rg,
\nUn f\u00e2\u015f\u00e2it de foi de-abecedar prin t\u00e2rg…
\nToate-s de-ajuns pentru-a ofta: e toamn\u0103… <\/p>\n

A fi\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am fost o dorin\u0163\u0103 nerefulat\u0103,
\nun vis cuminte \u00eentr-o lume albastr\u0103.
\nApoi o emo\u0163ie prelungit\u0103 ca o injec\u0163ie
\ncu adrenalin\u0103 cu eliberare prelungit\u0103.
\nSunt un noian de g\u00e2nduri, o gr\u0103mad\u0103 de temeri,
\ntoate adunate \u00eentr-un albatros e\u015fuat pe puntea
\nunui vas \u00een deriv\u0103.
\nVoi fi o amintire, o amintire \u015ftears\u0103,
\ndoar pentru trei, zile, luni sau ani.
\nAt\u00e2t, doar\u2026
\nCineva \u00ee\u015fi va aminti de straniul interludiu
\nal semnului meu de punctua\u0163ie,
\npunct \u015fi virgul\u0103;
\ncine-i mai \u015ftie regula?
\nE doar o amintire,
\no aminti\u2026 amin\u2026<\/p>\n

Inocen\u0163\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi, curcubeul nu mai ascunde
\nO comoar\u0103 la cel\u0103lalt cap\u0103t.
\nAlice a r\u0103mas
\nSuspendat\u0103
\n\u00centre cer
\n\u015ei mirare
\n\u015ei apeleaz\u0103
\nLa ultima solu\u0163ie:
\nArunc\u0103 ancora
\nCuriozit\u0103\u0163ii
\n\u015ei scoate
\nPrin vizuina iepurelui
\n\u0162ara Minunilor,
\nO aduce pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\n\u00cens\u0103 Curcubeul este incolor
\n\u015ei ciuntit azi,
\nIar oamenii nu-l pot
\nSim\u0163i
\n\u015ei nu pot vedea nici
\nMinunile din \u0162ara Alicei.
\nNu, Alice, nu striga,
\nOamenii nu te aud,
\nTunetul ce-a alungat curcubeul
\nI-a asurzit.
\nAlice, sub strig\u0103tul t\u0103u,
\nAsemeni celui pictat
\nDe Munch,
\nLumea asta dispare F\u0103c\u00e2nd loc
\n\u0162\u0103rii Minunilor.
\nP\u0103cat c\u0103, astfel…
\nDoar Alice o prive\u015fte
\nCu ochi mari
\nPlini de
\nUimire…<\/p>\n

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Rondel optimist Ast\u0103zi renasc cu soarele odat\u0103, Speran\u0163\u0103, disperare… cale sinuoas\u0103… Dar calea nu-i pustie, e umblat\u0103 De fel \u015fi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":9800,"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":[7,320],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9827"}],"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=9827"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9829,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9827\/revisions\/9829"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9800"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}