tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87241831914221699912010-01-02T16:41:01.778-08:00Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-90287375616747957962009-12-12T03:31:00.000-08:002009-12-12T03:45:58.161-08:00de cand nu mai este paine?<br />de cand oamenii nu mai cer<br />un colt de cer sau...<br />altceva<br />de cand nu mai este casa?<br />de cand pierduti suntem si drumu-l<br />ratacim in zori, in nori<br />privirea nu-ti intoarce de la Soare<br />El este<br />chiar daca tu nu-L ceri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-9028737561674795796?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-83804837487256192092009-12-10T11:40:00.000-08:002009-12-10T11:46:18.827-08:00Usoara detasare<br />din albul trup de ceara<br />arzanda chemare<br />spre seara<br /><br />Din aerul cel rece<br />ma-nalt peste paduri<br />cand timpul acesta trece<br />al meu ramane mut<br /><br />Si din a vesniciei, impresurari de vise<br />din colbul efemer<br />din care m-am nascut<br />m-arunc in valuri calde<br />si unde de lumina<br />si sper si cred si cuget<br />ca n-am ajuns tot lut<br /><br />Dar cerul ud, decembrie<br />si vuietul Salvarii<br />imi spune sa-mi revin<br />sunt inca pe pamant<br /><br />adie inainte-mi<br />neajunsa constatare<br />ca n-am suit in trepte<br />si caut<br />si astept<br />cu ochii-atuncea doar<br />-naltimea s-o ajung<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-8380483748725619209?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-14450483646659829382009-12-10T11:30:00.000-08:002009-12-10T11:39:48.198-08:00Sorbind necunoscutul<br />din lumine,<br />te-am cunoscut pe tine<br /> Straine<br />cand seara te-astepta<br />s-aluneci-n incapere<br />cand ceasul noptii se auzea cu-ecou<br />stinsul tau pas si sufletul plapand<br />se indreptau spre mine<br />uitand despre cuvant<br />Tu bratul mi-ai intins<br />si am plutit de-a pururi;<br />pe fruntea ta, senine, tacute<br />asteptau gandurile,<br />emotiile firave<br />Mi-ai povestit de suflet<br />si eu ti-am spus de viata,<br />tu ai tacut,<br />tacerea-ti atingand in taina<br />a mea ruga,<br />de neincetate glasuri,<br />ce cheam-o sfanta casa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-1445048364665982938?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-31392023509671187002009-12-10T11:03:00.000-08:002009-12-10T11:20:55.310-08:00Atata risc...<br />Un porumbel pe-acoperisul casei<br />Ca in credinta<br />Cand nu mai poti sa cazi,<br />sa zbori insa mai sus<br />e liber cerul<br />cum liber e si sufletu-n cuvant<br /><br />Adu-mi in cioc o veste buna<br /> din departari<br />de la blandul el<br />si du-i apoi surasul cald<br />al energiei dintre noi<br /><br />La ingeri cantecu-i ajunga<br />privirea-i catre Dumnezeu,<br />apoi vesmantul alb pe umeri<br />iubirea sfanta-n apogeu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-3139202350967118700?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-20827938722589682312009-12-09T07:02:00.000-08:002009-12-09T07:52:32.524-08:00Hai sa dansam in casa la fereastra<br />Sa bem vin fiert in cupe de-altadata<br />Hai sa zambim, iubite, umbrelor<br />ce se-mbratiseaza -nainte de prefata<br /><br />Cu slove de-aur scrie-vom povestea<br />pamantului din care s-au nascut<br />copiii cerului, inchinati Domnului,<br />ai dragostei, ce-n brate i-a tinut.<br /><br />Si-n asternutul nostru de-albe frunze<br />Sa ne infasuram pana la gand<br />Sa stam in neclintire, s-admiram<br />Cum sufletele merg catre apus<br />si cum coboar-apoi, pe trupurile noi<br /> ca mangaieri de sus,<br /> in clipe albe, reci<br /> stingandu-se-n amurg.<br /><br />Iubite, ca fulgul de usor si alb<br /> e dorul meu<br /> as vrea doar sa te rogi<br /> s-ajunga si la Dumnezeu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-2082793872258968231?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-30329973888757990682009-12-07T06:42:00.000-08:002009-12-07T07:26:41.266-08:00E plina lumea de gunoi,<br />Eu stau in cuib si privesc cerul.<br /><br />Tacerea doarme intre noi<br />Iubite, gerul...<br />a inghetat misterul<br /><br />mi-s ochii tulburati<br />de-atatia copilasi in strampi<br />decembrie dur,<br />doar lacrima li-i calda<br />si punga cu...argint<br /><br />Cum au sa-l vada oare<br />oamenii din gunoaie<br />pe ingerul tacut?<br />Cum au sa-i si vorbeasca<br />cand limba romaneasca<br />li s-a retras in trupul muribund?<br /><br />Eu tremur de fior<br />cand veacul mi-i usor<br />si alinat de-ai mei;<br />cand ei, bolnavii vietii,<br />suspina de dureri<br />se-nghesuie sub pod<br />si mor...<br />cu gandul, nu la zbor<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/Sx0d21JM6dI/AAAAAAAABAU/SWTllESc1QQ/s1600-h/copil.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412515154985019858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/Sx0d21JM6dI/AAAAAAAABAU/SWTllESc1QQ/s200/copil.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-3032997388875799068?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-6829602579496086702009-12-03T06:52:00.000-08:002009-12-03T07:06:13.598-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SxfTmo2m6YI/AAAAAAAABAM/4TVtZqJgoB0/s1600-h/one+gate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411026138063890818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SxfTmo2m6YI/AAAAAAAABAM/4TVtZqJgoB0/s320/one+gate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Uitand ca viata e fragila</div><br /><div>Ne imbracam extravagant</div><br /><div>si respiram pe tub.</div><br /><div>Marcant.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hranim doar trupul pentru-o vreme</div><br /><div>Cand sufletul ne moare-n noi</div><br /><div>Si nici macar privirea goala</div><br /><div>nu va intoarce inapoi</div><br /><div>pacatul ce-a trait cu noi</div><br /><div>si l-am primit.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Putere-ai vrea ca sa regreti,</div><br /><div>Dar indoiala te framanta</div><br /><div>Ai pierdut scopu' acestei vieti</div><br /><div>si-ntors-ai chipul tau</div><br /><div>de la privirea Lui cea blanda.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Dar iata ca iti sufla viata</div><br /><div>prin tubul plastic de spital,</div><br /><div>priveste catre cer</div><br /><div>tu scumpa, </div><br /><div>fiinta...</div><br /><div>primeste valsul cel regal</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-682960257949608670?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-17801614905737244022009-11-23T10:53:00.000-08:002009-11-23T11:09:32.614-08:00Purtand un pulover barbatesc<br />ea imi parea fragila<br />cu maini subtiri si umeri mici<br />o fiinta frageda, umila<br /><br />In parul lung si natural,<br />palpaiau lumine<br />din alt cer, mai bland<br />cu-ngenunchieri de mire<br /><br />ea citea<br />straina de-asta lume<br />si trupul ei strain era<br />si oamenii cu nume<br /><br />tacerea-i semana a ingeri,<br />uimiti de asta viata<br />ingeri tacuti<br />plutind departe<br />de lumea ce ne-ngheata<br /><br />Cu spatele intoarsa fiind<br />trecutul isi vedea<br />ea alerga spre viitor<br />pe un pamant<br />ce-n juru-i se rotea<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-1780161490573724402?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-48129177780729157672009-11-23T07:30:00.000-08:002009-11-23T07:48:20.185-08:00Se-aud talangile in munti<br />in ceata diminetii<br />se vede-un om cu traista-n bat<br />suras curat al vietii<br /><br />Si candele-ard mocnind a sfinti<br />pe-acest pamant batran;<br />iubire de poeti mergand<br />spre zari...<br />si vis, vis dus de vant<br /><br />si se framanta idealuri<br />pe-aceste culmi<br />ghetari de munti<br />si viscolul se joaca-n cer<br />in flaute si lauri.<br /><br />Iubite , stai la geamul tau<br />priveste pentru-o clipa<br />acest decor, fatidic vis<br />si-ntinde-mi o aripa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-4812917778072915767?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-24020547161066719902009-11-10T11:18:00.000-08:002009-11-10T11:27:26.460-08:00"Spre-a fi placuta noaptea, -gradina, trandafirii,<br />Ce-si risipesc mireasma spre casa, nevazuti,<br />Ar trebui, prin geamuri deschise aromirii,<br />Sa parfumeze umbra in care stam tacuti.<br /><br />Spre-a fi frumoasa noaptea i-ar trebui tacerea<br />De pajiste retrasa, de cer cu stema grea.<br />Si s-auzim cum gandul isi toarce-n noi puterea,<br />Destainuit de-o voce , ce nu va cuvanta.<br /><br />Spre-a fi placuta noaptea, frumoasa si divina,<br />Nu-i sunt de-ajuns nici linisti, nici lant de flori, gingas,<br />Nici trandafiri alaturi de umbra din gradina,<br />Nici lutul care doarme, lipsit de zvon si pasi.<br /><br />Ca numai tu , Iubire, poti , binevoitoare,<br />Unind in noi, in inimi, discret, ce-i voluptos<br />S-adaugi acestor ore ce n-au asemanare<br />Si grava adancime a Marelui Frumos"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-2402054716106671990?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-47371419649265220672009-11-07T01:12:00.001-08:002009-11-07T01:12:39.421-08:00Sufletul ce creste in oasele mele e brut<br />cu aer rece<br />si dragoste capruie<br />Neslefuite sunt aripile mele<br />verzi si albastre<br />Sfidand sentimentul incorsetat in dogme<br />Rauri<br />Tacere<br />Mi-a ametit gandul<br />umbland printre trupuri<br />Goliti-va de sensuri<br />Ramaneti numai<br />ghete tarate prin noroi<br />si murdariti si plansi<br />nu va primesc-napoi<br />Au sa va cada ace din buzunare<br />si-au sa danseze umbre pe trotuare<br />si vide, trupurile n-au sa sangere<br />eu, brut, urat, tot nu ma-ncurc<br />prin trestii plangatoare<br />si n-am sa cred acum<br />chiar nici in ochii tai<br />iubite.<br />Simt, muschiul umed peste palme<br />si cerul.<br />Te iubesc<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-4737141964926522067?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-52207093763935178802009-11-05T15:26:00.000-08:002009-11-05T15:58:07.161-08:00Alina-mi somnul<br />Si sa-ti adorm in brate<br />Oprita parca din lunga-mi<br /> cautare<br />In jurul meu sa te simt<br /> respirand<br />Si golul tau in mantia-mi<br /> sa se-mbrace.<br />Eu iti dau firul cald si palpitand<br /> de viata,<br />Staveziu fir de sange ce sufletu-ti dezgheata<br />Tu sa-mi dai ochiul bland,<br />privirea visatoare,<br />dar nu nelinistea,<br />nestinsa-ti intristare.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-5220709376393517880?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-27862939884927356022009-11-05T10:53:00.000-08:002009-11-05T10:54:14.275-08:00Ploua, e toamna,<br />nu roua din ochii mei<br />brambura te plimbi<br />aprinzand lumini<br />in suflet<br />cuget hotarat,<br />dar nestatornica privire<br />spre pamant.<br />Cad, licurind in balti,<br />frunze usoare,<br />ca sufletul tau<br />cand iubeste.<br />Ti-ai dori o odaie<br />de lemn<br />cu geamuri mici, rotunde,<br />si-n casa papadii,<br />la margine de munte<br />Din somnul lung<br />sa te astepte ingeri<br />cu vinul pus pe masa<br />Si gusti tacerea aceasta<br />Ca pe-un firesc amurg<br />Ti-e gandul surd<br />Cand duhurile rele<br />au inghetat la geamuri<br />privind la tine-n casa<br />Auzi molatec cantec<br />inganat de vant,<br />ca visuri ce se scriu<br />pe lemnul crud<br />de brad<br />esti inca viu,<br />dar lacrimi te despart<br />de lume si pacat<br />induri,<br />ingandurat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-2786293988492735602?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-69102584600979607762009-11-05T09:01:00.000-08:002009-11-05T09:26:25.834-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvMJ7shRv6I/AAAAAAAAA_c/4EshA90CzUg/s1600-h/jones_angel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400671299315023778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvMJ7shRv6I/AAAAAAAAA_c/4EshA90CzUg/s400/jones_angel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Cand ingeri bat la poarta ta</div><div>zambeste-le si intra-n hora</div><div>cu flori in par te-or podobi</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvMI1uYmoMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YqM_Xmtn21E/s1600-h/23-m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400670097224671426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 12px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 11px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvMI1uYmoMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YqM_Xmtn21E/s400/23-m.jpg" border="0" /></a> cu raze, in matase<br /><div>si cantece de neam.</div><div>Danseaza si spune-le ca mie</div><div>doar gandul cel cu bucurie</div><div>si ei te-or invata </div><div>despre credinta si tarie</div><div>pe-acest pamant</div><div>buimac de saracie.</div><div>Si sa surazi tu mai departe</div><div>s-alungi o lacrima din</div><div>ochiul stang al lumii</div><div>sa sperii norii,</div><div>tu miel ce lupti cu lupii.</div><div>Invarte dar, tu hora-n batatura</div><div>cu-ncredere soldat</div><div>cu tineretea armura</div><div>si sabie de-om curat</div><div>In zborul tau pribeag</div><div>s-agati de aripi stele</div><div>s-aprinzi cu fiecare</div><div>lumina celor orbi</div><div>din temnitele grele...</div><div>Caci tu stii cel mai bine</div><div>cum au zacut in gratii</div><div>stramosii nostrii sfinti</div><div>slabiti de patimi</div><div>insufletiti de dorul</div><div>dupa moarte, rai prea bland</div><div>Zambeste dar frumoasa fata si prietena</div><div>ca te-ai nascut sa lupti pentru dreptati</div><div>si sa traiesti iubire si-adevar</div><div>pe-acest pamant stingher,</div><div>dar mandru ca traiesti</div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-6910258460097960776?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-46359302653644577132009-11-04T10:39:00.000-08:002009-11-04T10:45:16.037-08:00La Paris muzele canta in palmele mele<br />Corpurile danseaza in ochii Oanei<br />si sufletele se iubesc pe panze in picturi<br /><br />eu te iubesc pe tine<br />cand aburi ies din cada<br />si vantul gri se joaca pe<br />terasa<br />eu prea te iubesc organica cand e<br />cald<br />si-n romaneste mi-amintesc de<br />casa.<br />Eu te-astept, in roz,<br />culori spalate<br />si-o pisica neagra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-4635930265364457713?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-32776141798806622732009-11-04T10:03:00.000-08:002009-11-04T10:27:25.267-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvHHhlY5lZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/SoS8_BwKEJI/s1600-h/cliffside-retreat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400316807980094866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvHHhlY5lZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/SoS8_BwKEJI/s320/cliffside-retreat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Rasai, rasai</div><br /><div>in gura de rai</div><br /><div>ca leul, tu zeul</div><br /><div>rasai si nu parasi Edenul</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>in zori vulturii</div><br /><div>despart spiritele</div><br /><div>urnesc corabiile</div><br /><div>vulturii tulburii</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>mar rotitor</div><br /><div>in aur incins</div><br /><div>la apus a nins</div><br /><div>cu doruri de fete</div><br /><div>nimfe prea bete</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>in aburii apelor</div><br /><div>trupul fecioarelor</div><br /><div>curatele pantece</div><br /><div>sa legene pruncile</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>barbatii cei plansi </div><br /><div>demult au fost dusi </div><br /><div>de cozile serpilor</div><br /><div>ochii bufnitelor</div><br /><div>in prapastia codrilor</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Sa cresti copacel</div><br /><div>copil mititel</div><br /><div>cu sufletul greu</div><br /><div>in dragostea lina</div><br /><div>ce sfantul o-ngana</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Priviti oaspeti mici</div><br /><div>ofrande pitici</div><br /><div>pentru suflete mari</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-3277614179880662273?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-21554577547017782672009-11-04T09:28:00.000-08:002009-11-04T10:00:56.286-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvG_-5QByYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/RocjZsSzePw/s1600-h/img_5046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400308515434776962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/SvG_-5QByYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/RocjZsSzePw/s320/img_5046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Micuti copii in sufetul ei</div><br /><div>se plimba,</div><br /><div>cand ea</div><br /><div>canta si surade in somn</div><br /><div>Camera simte sarutarile inchise</div><br /><div>in gene</div><br /><div>si se-mpletesc vise si ganduri extreme</div><br /><div>in spatiul inchis</div><br /><div>cu miros de culoare si dor,</div><br /><div>amintiri de iubire arzanda,paloare</div><br /><div>nepotrivita,</div><br /><div>iesita din decor.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-2155457754701778267?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-88137196451151142452009-10-13T11:34:00.000-07:002009-10-13T11:39:41.311-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/StTJGOyjwdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0ZOjqB0N8qY/s1600-h/flori-colt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392155762755879378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/StTJGOyjwdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0ZOjqB0N8qY/s400/flori-colt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Le-am scris cu unghia pe tencuială</div><br /><div>Pe un părete de firidă goală,</div><br /><div>Pe întuneric, în singurătate,</div><br /><div>Cu puterile neajutate</div><br /><div>Nici de taurul, nici de leul, nici de vulturul</div><br /><div>Care au lucrat împrejurul</div><br /><div>Lui Luca, lui Marcu şi lui Ioan.</div><br /><div>Sunt stihuri fără an,</div><br /><div>Stihuri de groapă,</div><br /><div>De sete de apă</div><br /><div>Şi de foame de scrum,</div><br /><div>Stihurile de acum.</div><br /><div>Când mi s-a tocit unghia îngerească</div><br /><div>Am lăsat-o să crească</div><br /><div>Şi nu mi-a crescut</div><br /><div>-Sau nu o mai am cunoscut.<br />Era întuneric. </div><br /><div>Ploaia bătea departe, afară.</div><br /><div>Şi mă durea mâna ca o ghiară</div><br /><div>Neputincioasă să se strângă</div><br /><div>Şi m-am silit să scriu cu unghiile de la mâna stângă.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-8813719645115114245?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-4748033229028199692009-10-08T05:36:00.000-07:002009-10-08T05:41:49.427-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/Ss3d_0Q6atI/AAAAAAAAA-0/hKtOy7RUucI/s1600-h/Meet+the+freak-Costa+de+Caparica+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390208417463429842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/Ss3d_0Q6atI/AAAAAAAAA-0/hKtOy7RUucI/s320/Meet+the+freak-Costa+de+Caparica+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In roba neagra ma simt imbracata</div><br /><div>chip de bazalt</div><br /><div>si trupul pustiit</div><br /><div>cu sufletul calatorind spre razele caldurii</div><br /><div>cu ingeri infingand tepuse </div><br /><div>de lumina</div><br /><div>spre centru, mai spre centru</div><br /><div>exact unde zace mort</div><br /><div>sufletul vechi</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-474803322902819969?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-9634953943956637722009-10-08T05:29:00.000-07:002009-10-08T05:36:42.925-07:00Copiii ingeri trag de crengile-nserarii,<br />chipul lor alb<br />e glasul de sfintire<br /><br />firav, zambetul lor,<br />regretul murdarului pacat,<br />dorinta de sfintire<br /><br />O ingere, cu cata veselie sari tu<br />in baltile-astea negre<br />si nu ti-e teama sa nu te murdaresti!<br />tu fara glas imi canti asa frumos<br />O ingere, stai tu aici pe banca<br />langa mine<br />si-nvata-ma un psalm<br />sa-l spun mereu<br />s-adoarma diavolii din jurul meu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-963495394395663772?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-12598416722465132092009-10-08T05:26:00.000-07:002009-10-08T05:29:35.148-07:00Va judec aspru oamenilor<br />umerase cu gaturi lungi<br />de care-atarna funia cu pret mare<br />Ma sperie pretul ce-l purtati,<br />apoi ce-l afisati<br />va judec aspru, tacut si<br />plec apoi<br />va judec, trupuri cu zorzoane<br />si nu vreau sa ma pierd printre cristale<br />ci gol<br />si neobservat<br />sa ma intorc in lumea mea.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-1259841672246513209?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-65738472305582017142009-07-30T13:47:00.000-07:002009-07-30T13:52:53.920-07:00"Eu sânt o-mperechere de straniu<br />Şi comun,<br />De aiurări de clopot<br />Şi frământări de clape<br /> – În suflet port tristeţea planetelor ce-apun,<br />Şi-n cântece, tumultul căderilor de ape…<br /><br />Eu sânt o cadenţare de bine<br />Şi de rău,<br />De glasuri răzvrătite<br />Şi resemnări târzii –<br />În gesturi port sfidarea a tot ce-i Dumnezeu<br />Şi-n visuri, majestatea solarei agonii…<br /><br />Eu sînt o-ncrucişare de harfe<br /> Şi trompete,<br />De leneşe pavane<br />Şi repezi farandole<br />–În lacrimi port minciuna tăcutelor regrete,<br />Şi-n râs, impertinenţa sonorelor mandole.<br /><br />Eu sânt o armonie de proză<br />Şi de vers,<br />De crime<br />Şi idile,<br />De artă<br />Şi eres<br /> –În craniu port Imensul, stăpân pe Univers,<br />Şi-n vers, voinţa celui din urmă Ne-nţeles !... "<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-6573847230558201714?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-7835127419908305632009-07-01T13:08:00.000-07:002009-07-01T13:10:22.696-07:00"Mi-este tare teama de frunzele moarte<br />Teama de pajistile de roua pline<br />Indata-am s-adorm, daca nu ma trezesti<br />Inima-mi rece o voi lasa langa tine<br /><br /> Ce suna departe asa, dragoste<br />Vantu-n ferestre, dragostea mea<br /><br /> Sfinx de zapada, tu niciodata<br />N-ai sa stii ce mult te-as fi iubit<br />In acele diminete cand ploua<br />Si cuibul se strica pe creanga uscata<br /><br />Ti-am pus coliere cu muguri de brad<br />De ce pe-acest drum ma lasi nimanui<br />De pleci prea departe pasarea-mi plange<br />Si nu-si va da vinul via verde pe grui"<br /><br />Versuri: Federico Garcia Lorca<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-783512741990830563?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-28650989982482363542009-03-29T09:25:00.001-07:002009-03-29T09:29:05.276-07:00<span style="font-size:+1;">La leçon de vol</span> <br /><br /> Tout d'abord tu serres tes épaules<br />ensuite tu t'élèves sur la pointe des pieds<br />tu fermes les yeux<br />et te bouches les oreilles.<br />Tu te dis à toi-même:<br />maintenant, je vais voler.<br />Après quoi, tu dis:<br />je vole et c'est juste cela le vol.<br /><br /> Tu serres les épaules<br />à la manière des rivières qui se rassemblent dans un seul fleuve.<br />Tu fermes les yeux<br />pareillement aux nuages qui encerclent le champ.<br />Tu te hausses sur la pointe des pieds<br />telle la pyramide qui s'élève sur le sable.<br />Tu renonces complètement à l'ouie<br />l'ouïe de tout un siècle<br />ensuite tu te dis à toi-même:<br />maintenant, je volerai<br />dès ma naissance jusqu'à la mort.<br />Après quoi tu te dis encore:<br />je vole -<br />et c'est bien cela le temps.<br />Tu rassembles tes rivières<br />pareillement à tes épaules<br />tu t'élèves sur le bêlement des chèvres<br />et dis: Nevermore<br />et tout de suite après: froufrou - flûte!<br />tu bats des ailes de quelqu'un d'autre,<br />et ensuite<br />tu deviens ce quelqu'un d'autre<br />et celui-là sera<br />à jamais ce quelqu'un d'autre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-2865098998248236354?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724183191422169991.post-50103351267832642012009-03-26T00:13:00.000-07:002009-03-26T00:34:18.713-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/ScsvwGtW8MI/AAAAAAAAA90/y3AP49Wf6nY/s1600-h/silance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exsgsXQzfRE/ScsvwGtW8MI/AAAAAAAAA90/y3AP49Wf6nY/s320/silance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317396288522088642" border="0" /></a><br />"E atata de greu fara tine mereu<br />si cu tine ar fi mai usor...<br />Te mai strig, te mai chem din amurg si blestem<br />si iti strig si iti spun ca mi-e dor!<br /><br />Sa te-ntorci e tarziu , sa ramai nu mai stiu<br />daca timpul va vrea disperat<br />sa amane cu-o zi risipirea de-a fi,<br />sa ne-ntoarca de unde-am plecat...<br /><br />E o ceata-n priviri si-amintire de miri<br />cand visam ca ma-nvalui in ploi,<br />iar durerea ar vrea sa ne scape de ea<br />doar sa stim sa mai fim iar in doi<br /><br />sa te-ntorci e tarziu , sa ramai nu mai stiu<br />daca timpul va vrea disperat<br />sa amane cu-o zi risipirea de-a fi,<br />sa ne-ntoarca de unde-am plecat ..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8724183191422169991-5010335126783264201?l=autumniris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17513491694934351681noreply@blogger.com0