de Jaime Batalha Reis<\/p>\n
traducere: Cristina Petrescu<\/p>\n
Ve\u0219nica \u00eendoial\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u0218tiu c\u0103 sufletu-adap\u0103 materia-nsetat\u0103;<\/p>\n C\u0103 eul se-ofile\u0219te c\u00e2nd corpul brusc se sfarm\u0103;<\/p>\n C\u0103 Dumnezeu e o stea ce se destram\u0103<\/p>\n Palid\u0103, \u00een nesf\u00e2r\u0219irea constelat\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n C\u0103-n univers aceast\u0103 mas\u0103 eterat\u0103<\/p>\n Ce lumile-mpresoar\u0103 \u0219i ce str\u0103bate calm\u0103<\/p>\n \u00centregul infinit, stinge vaietu-n flam\u0103<\/p>\n Ce omu-l sloboze\u0219te \u00een sfera-ndep\u0103rtat\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00cen lume totul e numai at\u00e2t: substan\u021b\u0103;<\/p>\n Materie ce se transform\u0103 ne-ncetat,<\/p>\n Corpuri ce se lupt\u0103 la mii de ani distan\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u0218i totu\u0219i, de-i corect ce cred, ce-am cugetat,<\/p>\n \u00centreb eu c\u0103tre avida mea speran\u021b\u0103:<\/p>\n Ce-o fi oare acest glas ce-n mine-a cuv\u00e2ntat?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Viziuni<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Inima uman\u0103 posed\u0103 ra\u021biune:<\/p>\n Izvor lucid \u0219i viu, energic, de-ac\u021biune. \u2014<\/p>\n \u2014 Dar alt\u0103 v\u00e2n\u0103, ce-i palid conturat\u0103:<\/p>\n Idei, sunete vagi, lumin\u0103 tulburat\u0103,<\/p>\n Neguri plumburii de inim\u0103-ncercat\u0103<\/p>\n Hr\u0103ne\u0219te visu-acest: \u2014\u00a0 e sumbra viziune.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n C\u0103ci uneori \u00een via\u021b\u0103, prin aerul cel fin,<\/p>\n Se-ascult\u0103 viziuni, se-aude, saturnin,<\/p>\n C\u00e2ntul trist \u0219i vag,\u00a0 imens, de armonii<\/p>\n Ce trece \u00een superbe haine fumurii.<\/p>\n Doruri, idealuri, triste\u021bi \u0219i fantezii,<\/p>\n Vibra\u021bii vagi de ancestral suspin.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Spiritul pare,\u00a0 prin lume r\u0103t\u0103cind,<\/p>\n S\u0103 afle-n ori\u0219icine simbolul cel profund<\/p>\n Al unui vis incert, defunct \u0219i ideal.<\/p>\n Din to\u021bi se-nal\u021b\u0103, sumbru,\u00a0 glasul cel fatal…<\/p>\n Nici eu nu \u0219tiu ce groaz\u0103, ce jind senzorial,<\/p>\n Ne face s\u0103 vedem \u00een toate-un muribund.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n La lun\u0103, -n umbr\u0103, \u00een lumini t\u00e2nguitoare,<\/p>\n \u00cen bruma ce vibreaz\u0103 vis\u00e2nd la dep\u0103rtare,<\/p>\n \u00cen cea\u021b\u0103\u2014 v\u0103lul alb, ce-i rupt de vagi mul\u021bimi\u2014<\/p>\n \u00cen lumina ce, fugind, se sparge de-n\u0103l\u021bimi,<\/p>\n \u00cen inimile negre, -n luciri de heruvimi,<\/p>\n E-un strop din visul spectrelor hoinare.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pe-aceste umbre vagi, miraje nebuloase,<\/p>\n Am vrut s\u0103 le notez\u00a0 \u00een carte. Silen\u021bioase<\/p>\n Inimi ce poart\u0103 \u00een\u0103untru c\u00e2ntece de-amor,<\/p>\n Ce\u00a0 nicic\u00e2nd n-au dat lumii vreun pic din pl\u00e2nsul lor,<\/p>\n Poate c\u0103-a pl\u00e2nge aici e-un gest consolator \u2014<\/p>\n \u00cen vise, viziuni, legende l\u0103crimoase.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 maica-\u021bi \u2014 ra\u021biunea \u2014 ce-\u021bi cere s-o urmezi,<\/p>\n Tu cre\u0219ti, o viziune!\u2014 \u0219i vii c\u00e2nd nimeni, vezi,<\/p>\n R\u0103nile nu le mai poate cur\u0103\u021ba de r\u0103u…<\/p>\n \u00cen timp ce m\u0103 dezmierzi eu vreau s\u0103 fiu al t\u0103u…<\/p>\n S\u0103 nu mai fiu al fanteziei mele eu c\u0103l\u0103u…<\/p>\n O spirit al durerii! \u0218i eu am s\u0103 visez!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pe strada mea<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n La fereastr\u0103 a\u0219ezat\u0103<\/p>\n \u00cen \u00eenalt de caldar\u00e2m<\/p>\n Ca un ofilit salc\u00e2m<\/p>\n St\u0103teai\u00a0 trist\u0103, -ncovoiat\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n V\u00e2ntul iute c\u00e2nd trecea<\/p>\n \u00ce\u021bi punea-n obraz culoare<\/p>\n Tu-ncercai s-aduni, u\u0219oare,<\/p>\n M\u00e2inile spre-a te ruga \u2014<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ochii t\u0103i scobi\u021bi de pl\u00e2ns<\/p>\n Se-nchideau din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n \u0218i la piept duceai, oft\u00e2nd<\/p>\n Bra\u021bele \u021binute str\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Peste apusul ro\u0219 trecea<\/p>\n Chiar \u00een preajma casei tale<\/p>\n Gaia cu aripi regale<\/p>\n Ce nocturn\u0103 str\u0103lucea.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Iar\u0103 frunza ce pornea<\/p>\n Din ulmul pustiu \u00een v\u00e2nt<\/p>\n B\u0103tea la geamu-\u021bi pl\u0103p\u00e2nd<\/p>\n \u0218i aproape te-ajungea.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ochii-ndat\u0103-\u021bi aprindeau<\/p>\n Pe chip manii vechi,\u00a0 dureri…<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd z\u00e2mbeai spre nic\u0103ieri<\/p>\n Lacrimele-n \u0219ir curgeau.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Zidurile ridicate<\/p>\n L\u00e2ng\u0103-a ta sinistr\u0103 poart\u0103<\/p>\n Se f\u0103leau cu-o plant\u0103 moart\u0103<\/p>\n Sau cu frunze-nfometate.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Norul ce \u00een dep\u0103rtare<\/p>\n P\u0103rea aurit \u0219i m\u00e2ndru<\/p>\n \u00ce\u0219i punea v\u0103lul cel sumbru<\/p>\n La poalele casei tale.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pe fa\u021badele-obosite<\/p>\n Ale ochilor goli\u021bi<\/p>\n Umbrele celor z\u0103ri\u021bi<\/p>\n Se fixau, \u00eencremenite.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Te priveau mereu cu mil\u0103<\/p>\n To\u021bi cei din\u00a0 \u00eemprejurime<\/p>\n Te \u0219tiau singur\u0103-n lume…<\/p>\n \u0218i aproape o copil\u0103<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ai iubit at\u00e2t, o clip\u0103<\/p>\n (Strig\u0103t divin de lumin\u0103)<\/p>\n C\u0103ci inima feminin\u0103<\/p>\n E ca frunza-n v\u00e2nt gonit\u0103!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ai plecat, ne-nduplecat\u0103<\/p>\n Uit\u00e2nd de al t\u0103u amant…<\/p>\n ……………………………….<\/p>\n Noaptea cerul radiant<\/p>\n Arde inima-ntristat\u0103!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n De atunci, eu te z\u0103resc<\/p>\n Tot la geamul usc\u0103\u021biv<\/p>\n \u0218i chipul t\u0103u convulsiv<\/p>\n R\u00e2de-un r\u00e2s ce nu-i firesc.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Biat\u0103, palid\u0103 nebun\u0103<\/p>\n Te-nsp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103 orice apus<\/p>\n \u0218i sub luna de august<\/p>\n Doar suspinul t\u0103u r\u0103sun\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A\u0219teapt\u0103…acolo a\u0219ezat\u0103<\/p>\n Ca moartea c\u00e2ndva s\u0103 vin\u0103<\/p>\n \u0218i ai s\u0103-i z\u00e2mbe\u0219ti, senin\u0103<\/p>\n \u0218i-ai s\u0103 cazi inanimat\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ochii t\u0103i sticlo\u0219i, livizi<\/p>\n Iscodesc \u00een aer, bl\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n Moartea ce-ar\u00a0 putea, trec\u00e2nd<\/p>\n S\u0103 te scape-ndat de griji!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de Jaime Batalha Reis traducere: Cristina Petrescu Ve\u0219nica \u00eendoial\u0103 \u0218tiu c\u0103 sufletu-adap\u0103 materia-nsetat\u0103; 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