tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85912496768511730832024-03-20T21:55:00.328+02:00PoesisHavanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-24364180207295797632009-06-28T21:45:00.004+03:002009-06-28T22:03:18.758+03:00Geometrie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiSB0TEDc-4OjHEddJoa7WaC2fgv08glOrHe8ZJOuh9IzH4eOHYqmV-RCbSyc12USLu0Or3wKMWVVZxaR0brtLG2AS0abj62exs2ktnXSkgFfZd_jC-BZ1oq6axHYCgUeeAxgZgOc1KQw/s1600-h/6922-01_Geometria.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiSB0TEDc-4OjHEddJoa7WaC2fgv08glOrHe8ZJOuh9IzH4eOHYqmV-RCbSyc12USLu0Or3wKMWVVZxaR0brtLG2AS0abj62exs2ktnXSkgFfZd_jC-BZ1oq6axHYCgUeeAxgZgOc1KQw/s200/6922-01_Geometria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352454684055074914" /></a><br />Impartim aceleasi linii,<br />Sub acelasi fumegand tavan<br />Cuvintele plutesc deasupra noastra<br />Si nu coboara-n jos.<br />Fereastra deschisa spre cer<br />Ma poarta cu gandul spre noapte<br />Cuvintele-s in noi,atatea de spus...<br />Dar se lasa o liniste strangulata <br />de reprosuri tacite...<br />Impletite cu fumul unei tigarii<br />abia aprinse,<br />Se lasa adormite visele de-ntuneric<br />Si atata liniste apasatoare<br />Ca un val ajuns la mal,<br />Spargandu-se ,o ia de la capat<br />Sub puterea vantului.<br />Imaprtim aceleasi puncte,<br />Rapuse de factori externi,<br />dar sunt in noi franghii de salvare,<br />Propria noastra forma geometrica<br />Am format-o de un an incoace<br />Si acum...din colt in colt,<br />Se prabuseste cate o silaba mutilata<br />De indiferenta..si din colt in colt<br />Se plimba cuvinte<br />Dar sunt deasupra noastra<br />Si urechi sa le mai auzim<br />nu avem.<br />Ai rupt prima linie a patratului nostru,<br />Si tinde,sub greutatea silabelor moarte<br />Sa pice inca una,speriata de acelasi destin<br />Se ascunde-n conturul unei siluete<br />tarate prin noroi,<br />nevie si fara chip...<br />iubirea noastra.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-28501132015668566472009-06-28T01:22:00.007+03:002009-06-28T01:55:42.733+03:00Nerv<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_un9jbk8unqsGjCCRwAFHHjCICky_IlKMYqSbC9mqM7ACwMIQMsnOXsuh7jLIhg5Bxjz-QFbv33TBdSq_8yliDf8yVfDgdA3uDcAvnoIcepoHQ8-8JHiPncThYNEOP2fZ6w7goKnXMa8/s1600-h/1227905616x3eivvv1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_un9jbk8unqsGjCCRwAFHHjCICky_IlKMYqSbC9mqM7ACwMIQMsnOXsuh7jLIhg5Bxjz-QFbv33TBdSq_8yliDf8yVfDgdA3uDcAvnoIcepoHQ8-8JHiPncThYNEOP2fZ6w7goKnXMa8/s200/1227905616x3eivvv1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352141548439319106" /></a><br />Am vazut ca nimeni nu imi comenteaza nici macar o poezie,de lucru nu imi gasesc si imi caut de atata timp,vreau sa fac multe dar nu ma mai ajuta nici mintea,sau poate ca nici nu am,cel putin nu imi mai pasa de nimic...de nimic.La ce folos atatea cuvinte frumoase si o inima buna si sincera?ha?nu sta totul in mirosul pur al ploii de primavara...sau in mirosul frunzelor, ce toamna isi croiesc...frunza cu frunza covoras frumos colorat..pe care oricum multi prea putini il sesizeaza si oricum cei care il sesizeaza il calca si ei in picioare si trec mai departe fara a-si simti inima mai implinita sau mai usora....nu sta toata viata in norii pe care-i privesti deaspura ta,si in chipurile pe care le vezi tu sau eu prin nori...nu sta nimic in mirosul teilor abia infloriti care oricum,nu?va veni toamna ,apoi iarna si nu va mai fi nimic,nu sta in nimic in prima privire si prima atingere plina de sinceritate debordanta,nu sta nimic in visele pe care ti le cladesti...pentru ca oricum va veni un vultur si iti va spulbera fiecare particica pana cand nici cea mai mica farama nu mai ramne acolo...si uiti ca a existat vreodata...imi scriu mainile mai repede ca niciodata..pentru ca asa imi bate si inima,nu sta nimic in nimic,pentru ca totul trece si nimic,dar nimic nu dureaza o eternitate...si nici nu ar fi frumos,poate ,sa dureze atata...dar totusi...nu sta nimic doar in puterea noastra si chiar daca ar sta...tot vine o furtuna si face ravagii,tot vine un vant mult prea puternic pentru noi ...si ne izbim cu capul de toti copacii si toate frunzele si de toti norii,si de toti stropii aia de ploaie care ,poate,ar fi trebuit sa ne mangaie fata si..surpriza nu e asa,nu sunt o lasa si nu am fost niciodata,cei care vor sa inteleaga,vor intelege...nici nu vreau sa ma inteleaga nimeni,ma inteleg eu,de aia vreau sa imi tatuez saptamaa viitoare urmatorul mesaj,pe spate:"I LOVE MYSELF"?de aia,pentru ca parerile ,ca si timpul si tot ce ne inconjoara sunt relative,dar respectul de sine,de ceea ce esti tu...atunci cand esti tu cu tine ...asta iti ramane pe vecie..indiferent de cat de tare te-ai izbit cu capul de pereti,indiferent de cat de tare doare..sau indiferent de cat esti de fericit...asta trebuie sa ramana,ceea ce a ai format tu inauntrul tau,ceea ce ai crescut tu in tine...asta ramane pe vecie.Cum sa razbesti in lumea asta plina de "fala" si mandrie,cum naibii sa te tot ridici cand iti tot sunt puse piedici..si totusi..te ridici..pentru ca exista o forta mai presus de noi,inertia lucrurilor..care ne face sa ne tot ridicam si cand e asteptam mai putin cadem in gol de la 20 de metri si nici macar nu stim..daca atunci cand ajungem jos..am trecut de ceea ce era mai rau...sau deabia atunci incepe raul...eh..la asta v-ati gandit..eu da..si nu o singura data..ci de mai multe ori,nu insemana ca sunt pesimista..ci doar ca imi pasa de mine..si de locul unde voi ajunge.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-70282805157601234242009-06-26T13:06:00.004+03:002009-06-26T13:11:40.911+03:00Final<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLaMz8shKCYZC74NqzyLmyQryfZr11rw9umODHm_uLb_VbZacSmVXYoc0kFwexCwKKmfRUUFVl4KaBwqkVaouuvrbLnSWqaPjBalI22lmUWYY592OdwI8RT57nHrW96DEIvOVvCUhxCg/s1600-h/to_the_end_of_the_world_by_foureyes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLaMz8shKCYZC74NqzyLmyQryfZr11rw9umODHm_uLb_VbZacSmVXYoc0kFwexCwKKmfRUUFVl4KaBwqkVaouuvrbLnSWqaPjBalI22lmUWYY592OdwI8RT57nHrW96DEIvOVvCUhxCg/s200/to_the_end_of_the_world_by_foureyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351576772416010994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ia un ciocan<br />Si loveste-mi carnea alba,<br />Loveste-mi trunchiul<br />Ce-i noduroos de atatea <br />vise prabusite.<br /><br /><br />Si o gaura mare se face<br />In carnea alba si moale,<br />Si curge afara<br />speranta.<br /><br /><br />Si ma adancesc in pamant<br />Sub greutatea durerii<br />Prind radacini<br />In mormantul <br />taceri.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-26900297325242620182009-06-20T20:08:00.003+03:002009-06-20T20:13:03.169+03:00Efemera<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLTHWp0QFV0vWu3RVnzUyLSTip8k52wbGmYc1Hsgi1JEHFcU4laXPV1Hz8_jnk0nyRphT4TEoxiSVLdwszWcPn7rMGhl2J3hS7b3HxCOX21oVmZlaiAdQa9BTBbMfmxxiJftbnrrfaLg/s1600-h/libelula.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBLTHWp0QFV0vWu3RVnzUyLSTip8k52wbGmYc1Hsgi1JEHFcU4laXPV1Hz8_jnk0nyRphT4TEoxiSVLdwszWcPn7rMGhl2J3hS7b3HxCOX21oVmZlaiAdQa9BTBbMfmxxiJftbnrrfaLg/s200/libelula.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458839123778274" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />In fluxul miscarii continue<br />Se pierde durerea din doine<br />Si glasul amar si tacit,<br />Al ultimului om pribegit.<br /><br /><br />In visul absurd ,ros de-o dorinta <br />acuta<br />Amarnic trece o clipa tacuta<br />Si timpul e dus si dus va<br />ramane<br />Si-odata cu el si a mea <br />amagire.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-61269693758968130942009-06-20T19:59:00.002+03:002009-06-20T20:06:45.631+03:00Fara titlu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCt0Y0z6RToLZETRn0odu9xMzZ-g-XanpNG9dBTQ8rUKqlbkzelSJet89YX8exq8sOAbPawKeJrHcBSpefjfldCTHD1a1RER2yC1ex9d1HlRKQetIX1F-5_P0u5K7TJr8_0N0SPp37oTc/s1600-h/fara-titlu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCt0Y0z6RToLZETRn0odu9xMzZ-g-XanpNG9dBTQ8rUKqlbkzelSJet89YX8exq8sOAbPawKeJrHcBSpefjfldCTHD1a1RER2yC1ex9d1HlRKQetIX1F-5_P0u5K7TJr8_0N0SPp37oTc/s200/fara-titlu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457333310572034" /></a><br /><br /><br />Te desenez in alb si negru,<br />Ca pe o noapte si inca o zi,<br />Ca pe un gand ratacit in vaile <br />pustietatii<br />Totusi,nu-ti gasesc culoarea<br /><br /><br />Schitez amintiri din acel ceas<br />fraged<br />Cu linii asimetrice si un cerc<br />amnezic<br />Cautand sensul totului-nimic.<br />Totusi ,te asterni in mine,<br />cenusiu.<br /><br /><br />Contur te simt migrand in mine,<br />Caci dai forma ecoului<br />Cum ofrandele ofera putere<br />unui zeu.<br />Totusi,tacere in noi se naste.<br /><br /><br />Curbe si linii incearca a te defini<br />Ceasul amorf puncteaza o clipa<br />Si azi se va termina risipa<br />Cacoi a-ti sti culoarea nu am <br />invatat inca.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-28046138003928606892009-06-11T17:46:00.002+03:002009-06-11T17:53:24.027+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeOO5bRpozRz_gaduTCbCCq0VA5BttGbXuAz6UcRO7Xu33avc74uWlWb86sXHrlPJ34UYK2iN66lqejovtKaHEfpw9WwvNk5cpTsjNhT4TfSRWUKhoLvF9zpj9JxZF4FKrJMc00pMCyE/s1600-h/amurg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeOO5bRpozRz_gaduTCbCCq0VA5BttGbXuAz6UcRO7Xu33avc74uWlWb86sXHrlPJ34UYK2iN66lqejovtKaHEfpw9WwvNk5cpTsjNhT4TfSRWUKhoLvF9zpj9JxZF4FKrJMc00pMCyE/s200/amurg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346083230229775986" /></a><br />A<span style="font-weight:bold;">murg<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br /><br />In gandul fraged-ploua.<br />Si frigul s-a impartit de azi-in doua.<br />S-au sters acum-vi culori<br />Iar gandul naiv se frange-n nori.<br /><br /><br />Ploua impartit in doi<br />Si-nmultit cu rece-n noi<br />Si se nasc silabe moarte,<br />Croindu-si drum-catre noapte.<br /><br /><br />In cuvintele ce nu s-au nascut,<br />Silabele noastre isi cauta culoarea.<br />Si apa-i totul-greu de strabatut<br />Caci drumul catre rosul nostru-doare.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-36348269750033103202009-06-11T17:33:00.002+03:002009-06-11T17:45:18.299+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8hTFbd1987fZQP9YcAGZHblRSJV5FE5Qt_W79fH9yJfQ0N-voF_j84Q7r18W0LNcmf5jj0c6xIMD3x0w5g-sXLxCXZEEsUNvAeGGgPKPZmuL2MbO8ZpWINHKQHnNokiamv2cuAEaBoU/s1600-h/001-0214213236-Newspaper-Coffee.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-8hTFbd1987fZQP9YcAGZHblRSJV5FE5Qt_W79fH9yJfQ0N-voF_j84Q7r18W0LNcmf5jj0c6xIMD3x0w5g-sXLxCXZEEsUNvAeGGgPKPZmuL2MbO8ZpWINHKQHnNokiamv2cuAEaBoU/s200/001-0214213236-Newspaper-Coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346081116463152498" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Monoton<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />M-am saturat de atatea lacrimi prefacute-n vin<br />Si de atatea seri cu miros ametitor de crin<br />De chipul realitatii,vesnic trist<br />Cantand fiecare clipa ca un palid pianist.<br /><br /><br />M-am saturat de atatea zile -prefacute-n nopti,<br />Ca aceiasi slujba-rostita de aceiasi preoti<br />Si de atatea "azi"terminate ca si ieri,<br />M-am saturat de aceleasi multe seri.<br /><br /><br />M-am saturat de acelasi nostalgic chip al realitatii,<br />M-am saturat sa ma intreb care-i pretul vietii...<br />M-am saturat de atatea chipuri ce nu vor nimic,<br />M-am saturat sa fiu acelasi lucru mic...Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-87798302108685773102009-06-11T12:43:00.002+03:002009-06-11T12:47:45.617+03:00<strong>Atunci</strong><br /><br />De m-ar inghiti pamantul<br />Si cerul n-ar mai fi<br />Daca ai putea sa pleci si sa nu vi<br />De n-ar fi nimic<br />Nici tu sa nu mai fi<br />De ura n-ar putea grai<br />Atunci as fi nimic<br />De eu sunt nimicul iar tu sfarsitul<br />Intunericul ce-ar fi?<br />Ce am fi noi de ar fi el rege?<br />Am fi doar noi...noi doi din zeceHavanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-42662249521155202182009-06-11T12:37:00.003+03:002009-06-11T12:48:07.820+03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxr9ME_AcFxQAzc448958DvPB6xubajGHfu5v2_w5kJ-jFghyphenhyphenwhYbq22nZB8aFh6Xs1GzxBsuoDWeOYqNyikfkpjjjfY07sOMuVotIVXChy4w8xvIy9qc7XBR1Htz1_JF4d9S46tqerg/s1600-h/dsc06709-avenul-lui-miron.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxr9ME_AcFxQAzc448958DvPB6xubajGHfu5v2_w5kJ-jFghyphenhyphenwhYbq22nZB8aFh6Xs1GzxBsuoDWeOYqNyikfkpjjjfY07sOMuVotIVXChy4w8xvIy9qc7XBR1Htz1_JF4d9S46tqerg/s200/dsc06709-avenul-lui-miron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346004283687557138" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Sub</strong></em><br /><br />Sub pamantul ud si rece<br />Ma sufoc eu lumea trece<br />Frunze cad si putrezesc<br />Picioare trec si ma lovesc<br /><br />Sub pamantul ud si rece<br />Gandul sta si timpul trece<br />Clipe cad si putrezesc<br />Ore grele ma lovesc<br /><br />Sub pamantul ud si rece<br />Trupul zace sufletul...da sa plece<br />Amintiri cad si sunt uitate<br />Trupul sub pamantul ud si rece zaceHavanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-37967289126221580872009-06-11T12:31:00.003+03:002009-06-11T17:33:42.976+03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQYT9eYU1Wfa0PiCfN4yb6AIEGL77VPBA4ulfptvQ6ZIsPQ4TrymZTohUoqaVp_HyBb04tKHyJ0Os911JeRqjAcLGgmM7CDGR1t670XtLuncclxbbdXSSbGCXSWN5d4NbUNDWaDFHY-s/s1600-h/raze_printre_nori.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNQYT9eYU1Wfa0PiCfN4yb6AIEGL77VPBA4ulfptvQ6ZIsPQ4TrymZTohUoqaVp_HyBb04tKHyJ0Os911JeRqjAcLGgmM7CDGR1t670XtLuncclxbbdXSSbGCXSWN5d4NbUNDWaDFHY-s/s200/raze_printre_nori.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346001703181721874" /></a><br /><em><strong>Indemn</strong></em><br /><br />Vi cu mine sa atingem norii?<br />Hai!Lasa-ti gandul in grija mea,<br />Strange-ma de mana ...<br />Si prinde-mi in par o stea.<br /><br />Hai sa calatorim pe mare!<br />Lasa-ti trupul prada mie,<br />Ia-ma-n brate,si hai sa pornim p`un val.<br /><br /><br />Hai sa trecem prin cel mai aprig foc!<br />Hai!De ce te temi?<br />Caci trupurile noastre-s scut<br />Si nimic din ce`ar fi rau<br />nu ne poate atinge.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-42596831835533686032009-06-11T12:24:00.003+03:002009-06-11T12:30:32.171+03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBQKVcro0747VWrV029hyq5nabt0DCYzkZxkfG_RBzmnw7hC8fo2ZtyNPz1dPnzh8aSO114l3bgHWKOl8W5ZZE0o_IzSNhe6Xe0acLyHcXpJcMABAHF7C-ltbM2NXu6hXr10hVK0BN84/s1600-h/zbnoapte.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBQKVcro0747VWrV029hyq5nabt0DCYzkZxkfG_RBzmnw7hC8fo2ZtyNPz1dPnzh8aSO114l3bgHWKOl8W5ZZE0o_IzSNhe6Xe0acLyHcXpJcMABAHF7C-ltbM2NXu6hXr10hVK0BN84/s320/zbnoapte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345999709203285650" /></a><br /><strong>In noapte</strong><br /><br />Sub aripa noptii,<br />Se scald amortite clipe.<br />Se inchide un ochi...<br />Se deschide un gand,<br />Se aud silabe nemaicantate.<br /><br />Se-nrosesc in obraji,<br />Clipele timide<br />Se deschid portile<br />Catre nemurire.<br /><br />Sub aripa noptii,<br />Se nasc si mor <br />Caci din pamant<br />Sunt facute<br />Si-n tarana<br />Se-ntorc.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-86347037636490934312009-06-09T21:47:00.001+03:002009-06-09T21:47:39.598+03:00Trăire surdă<br /><br />dedicată sufletului meu,Adrian<br /><br />De ce simt că totul se frânge împotriva fiinţei mele?<br />De ce vise ce-mi păreau atât de aproape au devenit..iele?<br />Năucitoare –mi sunt oare cuvintele?<br />Îngheţate să-mi fie oare simţurile,<br />Sub privirea-mi ce se scaldă-n neant?<br />Să-mi fie oare vina ca preţuiesc intreaga-ţi fiinţă?<br />Supuse hazardului îmi simt trăirile şi mintea-mi delirează.<br />Buzele-mi simt pietrificate,ochii scaldaţi în apusul firii,<br />Mâinile-mi scriu şi sufletu-mi conturează întregul destin...<br />Tulubure-mi este gândul ce se zbate izolat dincolo de tine,<br />Iar aripile-n tărâna se pierd infrigurate,zbătându-se …uitate.<br />Să-ţi imprim pe retină conturul buzelor ce-mi absentează infinitul<br />Iar trupul sa-ţi conturez apăsat,pe trupu-mi rece ,să fie scut.<br />Ochii-ţi să-mi cunoască sufletul stins în negura nopţii,<br />Iar intreaga-ţi suflare să-mi tânjească gingaşa-mi fiinţă,<br />Ce neclintită aşteaptă culoare să-I dai.Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-38056447306623349182009-06-08T15:00:00.000+03:002009-06-08T15:03:21.021+03:00Dezamagire<span style="font-weight:bold;">Aripi frante ,<br />Sub apusul amar,<br />Se zbat plapand<br />In tarana rece.<br />Si de atata negru murdar<br />Se rup bucati…<br />Si-n jertfa se prefac<br />Pe altarul nepasator.<br />Iar silabele-s in nord,<br />In cuvinte-s jocuri,<br />Chipul se loveste des<br />De aceleasi realitati…<br />Perverse.<br /></span>Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-30150604539891763942009-06-02T13:40:00.000+03:002009-06-02T13:50:36.879+03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcghpiCBJhgd3vnQkuemD0rAFnnz1HpVnUAbNHkY1kVc38cHpq7PtbumbmzHZtjoMbYyW90EHmnxwYrKcIVk7N_euJtaCkAPShSUIctO67EYfYcCF-puRO3rIfh_-vLPi9ZU_-fWMhWW0/s1600-h/hands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342679364524825378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcghpiCBJhgd3vnQkuemD0rAFnnz1HpVnUAbNHkY1kVc38cHpq7PtbumbmzHZtjoMbYyW90EHmnxwYrKcIVk7N_euJtaCkAPShSUIctO67EYfYcCF-puRO3rIfh_-vLPi9ZU_-fWMhWW0/s320/hands.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<br />Noi
<br />
<br />Ca noi nu e nimeni
<br />Dar multi ar vrea a fi,
<br />Din multimea anosta,
<br />Noi ne-am nascut
<br />Impreuna, zi.
<br />
<br />Noi ,zidim ce altii arunca,
<br />Adunam clipe firave,
<br />Construim …apoi cu ele,
<br />Pod peste epave.
<br />
<br />Ne ancoram adanc in suflet
<br />Idealul nostrum sfant,
<br />Caci peste atata nepasare,
<br />Noi nu vom fi vant.
<br />Havanapoesislocahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345531138664958007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591249676851173083.post-349453084775085822009-06-01T21:29:00.000+03:002009-06-08T14:57:03.991+03:00Indelunga cautare<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy-Ie30tyeYT2GvxUPNOpR8hXk3aitHWBL4sZ5XiWbrh-gYcDeDzJHfuRa4NYRqKFsHKXOR_E3aDVV9B4M1B3zTEG-YRYoUapxUsDWajk-oXpW2CovXKp-jDDOV4KCDd_qgtlxd1Avg0/s1600-h/c22136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342428785302242946" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 234px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy-Ie30tyeYT2GvxUPNOpR8hXk3aitHWBL4sZ5XiWbrh-gYcDeDzJHfuRa4NYRqKFsHKXOR_E3aDVV9B4M1B3zTEG-YRYoUapxUsDWajk-oXpW2CovXKp-jDDOV4KCDd_qgtlxd1Avg0/s320/c22136.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:';font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:';font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Impartiti ne sunt pasii<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Catre fericire,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Cand la stanga,cand la dreapta<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In nestire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Pasim anevoios si stramb,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Culegem linii frante,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ne-ncercuim apus<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sub pasii ostentiti.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ne ridicam apoi,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Sub semnul zilei de </span><st1:state><st1:place><span style="line-height: 115%;">maine</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="line-height: 115%;">…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Culegand iar si iar,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Linii frante.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Adunam si socotim,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Linii,pasi,scopul in sine<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Nu gasim nicaieri…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Culorile ce le-am avut ieri.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
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