{"id":1047,"date":"2015-01-14T18:36:43","date_gmt":"2015-01-14T18:36:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=1047"},"modified":"2015-01-24T06:19:28","modified_gmt":"2015-01-24T06:19:28","slug":"poetii-de-azi-poezia-de-maine-vasile-cretu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/poetii-de-azi-poezia-de-maine-vasile-cretu\/","title":{"rendered":"Poe\u021bii de azi, poezia de m\u00e2ine – Vasile Cre\u021bu"},"content":{"rendered":"

selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan<\/em><\/p>\n

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FI-\u021a-AR MARCI, FI\u021aELE<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u0219 dansa dar nu mai pot
\nFocul mi s-a stins de tot
\nC\u0103 m-ai refuzat iubit\u0103
\nFir-ai tu afurisit\u0103 !<\/p>\n

Hai la joac\u0103 draga mea!
\n\u0218i mai las\u0103 fi\u021bele
\nS\u0103 iubim c\u00e2t om putea,
\nC\u0103 ni-s dragi c\u0103pi\u021bele.<\/p>\n

“Bade, las’ c\u0103pi\u021bele!
\nC\u0103 m-apuc\u0103 fi\u021bele
\n\u0218i-ndat\u0103 te-oi blestema:
\n‘Furnici \u00een c\u0103ma\u0219a ta!'”<\/p>\n

Las eu las, m\u0103 potolesc,
\nC\u0103 blestemul nu-mi prie\u0219te,
\nFurnica-te-a\u0219 … nop\u021bile,
\nCa la \u0219ur\u0103, arm\u00e2ne\u0219te.<\/p>\n

“Mai, b\u0103di\u021b\u0103, b\u0103di\u0219or
\nStai matale bini\u0219or
\nDe blestemul nu-\u021bi prie\u0219te
\nTe scarm\u0103n moldovene\u0219te!<\/p>\n

\u021ai s-o pus pata pi miniiii
\nMai, b\u0103di\u021b\u0103, nu-i a biniii…
\nEu \u00ees dat\u0103 altuia
\nNu merg dup\u0103 dumneata!”<\/p>\n

Ce p\u0103cat ! Eu plec la fete,
\nS\u0103 le joc, s\u0103 le iubesc,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 scol cu paie-n plete,
\nC\u0103 mi-e traiul fecioresc!<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218I CE FI\u021aE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe o lavi\u0163\u0103 cu scoar\u0163\u0103,
\n\u00centr-o rochie decoltat\u0103,
\nM\u0103 prive\u015fte scumpa soa\u0163\u0103,
\nCa pe-o p\u00e2ine aromat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u015ei ce fi\u0163e, \u015fi ce gesturi,
\nDe m\u0103 toropeam ca ceara,
\nP\u00e2na pus-am pe genunche.
\nPalma mea arz\u00e2nd ca para.<\/p>\n

Dar de ciud\u0103, ea \u00eemi spune,
\n\u00cencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 se r\u0103sfe\u0163e,
\n“Nu \u00eemi trebe, chiar mi-e bine,
\nDu-ti bre \u015fi-o d\u0103 la re\u0163e.”<\/p>\n

Apoi, noaptea \u00eentre perne,
\n\u00ce\u015fi dore\u015fte iar un crai,
\nPrecum vrabia, sub pene,
\nCe viseaz\u0103 … tot m\u0103lai.<\/p>\n

Dar in prag de diminea\u021b\u0103,
\nNetezind cu palma scoar\u0163a,
\nD\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103, scumpa soa\u0163\u0103,
\nC-ar bo\u0163i-o \u00eentr-o har\u0163\u0103 !<\/p>\n

 
\nTE CAUT IAR.<\/strong>..<\/p>\n

Te caut iar printre salc\u00e2mi,
\nPrecum albina, \u00een zadar!
\nUnde \u0163i-s ochii t\u0103i sublimi,
\n\u015ei gura-\u0163i dulce, de nectar?<\/p>\n

Te caut iar, \u00een stropi de rou\u0103,
\n\u00cen fir de iarb\u0103, verde stins!
\nMi-a\u015f rupe inima \u00een dou\u0103,
\nS\u0103 te g\u0103sesc, s\u0103 te fi prins.<\/p>\n

De te-a\u015f g\u0103si, pe o petal\u0103,
\nUsc\u00e2ndu-\u0163i pletele, \u0163i-a\u015f da,
\nO coroni\u0163\u0103 cu beteal\u0103,
\n\u015ei pe altar, inima mea!<\/p>\n

Apoi, pe drum, spre casa noastr\u0103,
\nSorbind din plosc\u0103, o r\u0103chie,
\nAlaiu-ntreg s\u0103 ne-nso\u0163easc\u0103,
\n\u00cen b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103, la mo\u015fie.<\/p>\n

De dragul t\u0103u, de dragul lor,
\nPorti\u0163a larg s\u0103 o deschid,
\nS\u0103 trecem pragul \u00een pridvor,
\nDin dragostea-\u0163i sorbind, avid!<\/p>\n

 
\n\u0218I M\u0102 FIERBI<\/strong><\/p>\n

De pui m\u00e2na, \u0219tii tu unde,
\nDegetele-\u021bi vor fi scurte,
\nC\u0103 te-a\u0219teapt\u0103 tata-n curte
\nS\u0103-\u021bi ia pielea… \u0219i \u021bi-o vinde,
\nColo-n t\u00e2rg!<\/p>\n

Mintea s\u0103 nu-\u021bi mai alerge,
\nLa iubire \u0219i dezm\u0103\u021b,
\nC\u0103 te pune tata-n b\u0103\u021b
\n\u0218i ce \u021bi-e mai drag, va sterge,
\nCu mult s\u00e2rg!<\/p>\n

Stai la naiba cu ciupitul,
\nSufletul nu mi-e ghitar\u0103,
\nTe-a\u0219 iubi, sear\u0103 de sear\u0103,
\nDar tu-mi ocole\u0219ti iubitul,
\nCa pe lupi.<\/p>\n

Mi-au spus fra\u021bii ast\u0103 var\u0103,
\nC\u0103-s frustrat de dorul t\u0103u,
\n\u0218i c\u0103 din s\u0103teni, doar eu,
\nNu te \u0219tiu a\u0219a u\u0219or\u0103,
\nDup\u0103 stupi.<\/p>\n

Spune-i tatei \u0219i m\u0103muc\u0103i,
\nC\u0103 de m\u00e2ine plec soldat,
\nS\u0103 fiu om de \u00eensurat,
\nS\u0103 cer m\u00e2na M\u0103riuc\u0103i…
\nAnii trec.<\/p>\n

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DE AST\u0102ZI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vor trece ani, milenii, \u0219i stele se vor stinge,
\nPrivind copil\u0103reala a doi \u00eenamora\u021bi…
\nTu nu-n\u021belegi femeie, c\u0103 dragostea \u00eenvinge,
\nDe trecem zilnic pragul, iubirii, \u00eemp\u0103ca\u021bi?<\/p>\n

Hai las\u0103 la oglind\u0103 beteala de m\u0103tas\u0103,
\n\u00ce\u021bi las\u0103 peste umeri, \u00een valuri p\u0103rul t\u0103u,
\nLa bluza ta, pe pieptu-\u021bi, un bumb deschis \u00ee\u021bi las\u0103,
\n\u0218i-o floare la ureche, s\u0103-\u021bi pui de dragul meu.<\/p>\n

De \u00eenc\u0103l\u021b\u0103ri, \u00een tind\u0103, \u00ee\u021bi pune iar condurii,
\n\u0218i fotele brodate de mama s\u0103 le pui,
\nC-un z\u00e2mbet de fecioar\u0103, ascuns \u00een col\u021bul gurii,
\nS\u0103-mi sari de g\u00e2t, mai m\u00e2ndr\u0103, cum alt\u0103 m\u00e2ndr\u0103 nu-i!<\/p>\n

Eu palmele voi str\u00e2nge, pe mijlocu-\u021bi subtire,
\nS\u0103 te ridic pe bra\u021be, s\u0103 te s\u0103rut pe s\u00e2ni.
\nPe frunte o \u0219uvi\u021b\u0103, s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi a\u0219ez, iubire,
\nS\u0103 sorb din ochi dogoarea-\u021bi, cu ochii mei p\u0103g\u00e2ni.<\/p>\n

Cu buzele-\u021bi arz\u00e2nde de patos \u0219i dorin\u021b\u0103,
\nRisip\u0103 de sigilii pe pieptul meu s\u0103 arzi.
\nDe ast\u0103zi pus de deget, \u00een semn de biruin\u021b\u0103,
\nPe un genunchi, te-oi cere, \u00een c\u00e2ntece de barzi.<\/p>\n

\u00cen h\u0103uieli de bucium, \u0219i toac\u0103 la biserici,
\nPe dealuri \u0219i pe vale, chem\u0103rile exige!
\nDe ast\u0103zi, cor de \u00eengeri, al\u0103turea de clerici,
\nNe vor c\u00e2nta iubirea, ce d\u0103 la cer s\u0103 strige.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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