{"id":14895,"date":"2023-10-18T08:58:03","date_gmt":"2023-10-18T15:58:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/?p=14895"},"modified":"2023-10-18T08:58:03","modified_gmt":"2023-10-18T15:58:03","slug":"unii-spun-se-barfeeste","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/generale\/unii-spun-se-barfeeste.html","title":{"rendered":"Unii spun…( Se b\u00e2rfee\u0219te)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a> \"\"<\/a> \"\"<\/a>\u00a0UNII SPUN… (SE B\u00c2RFE\u0218TE)
\nUnii spun c\u0103 sunt poet\u0103, eu nu sunt, v\u0103 spun precis,
\n\u00cens\u0103 \u00een versuri spun mai bine, \u00een scris, spun ce am de zis.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103-s demodat\u0103, c\u0103 scriu doar de Dumnezeu,
\nDumnezeu e pentru mine, f\u0103r\u0103 Dumnezeu nu-s eu.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103 sunt o snoab\u0103, sunt pierdut\u0103 \u00een cuv\u00e2nt,
\nEu cred c\u0103 asta mi-e firea \u0219i n-am s\u0103 m\u0103 schimb nicic\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103-s vis\u0103toare, poate sunt \u0219i am s\u0103 fiu
\nC\u0103ci \u00een vis omul nu moare, el r\u0103m\u00e2ne mereu viu.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103 sunt prostu\u021b\u0103 \u0219i ce dac\u0103 spun a\u0219a,
\nEu tr\u0103iesc \u0219i-s bucuroas\u0103, tr\u0103iesc f\u0103r\u0103 a tri\u0219a.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103 sunt bolnav\u0103; da, eu am un handicap,
\nDar face parte din mine \u0219i nu vreau de el s\u0103 scap.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103 sunt rebel\u0103 fiindc\u0103 merg pe drumul meu,
\nEu n-am s\u0103 ascult de oameni, ci doar de al meu Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103 sunt m\u0103moas\u0103, prea mi-am corcolit b\u0103ie\u021bii,
\nEu v\u0103 spun c\u0103 sunt b\u0103ftoas\u0103, pentru mine-s sensul vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103 n-am valoare, dar nu e ce-mi doresc eu,
\nValoarea \u00een ochii lumii nu-i place lui Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103-s desuet\u0103, dar nu \u00eemi doresc altfel,
\nE greu s\u0103 nu fi tu \u00eensu\u021bi, ca s\u0103 treci la alt nivel.<\/p>\n

Unii spun c\u0103-s plicticoas\u0103 \u0219i \u0219tiu c\u0103 v-am plictisit,
\n\u00cemi place s\u0103 stau retras\u0103, dar am scris ce am g\u00e2ndit.<\/p>\n

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\nS-a b\u00e2rfit dintotdeauna \u0219i mereu se va b\u00e2rfi,
\nDar de vrei s\u0103 mergi spre bine, tu la b\u00e2rf\u0103 nu privi.<\/p>\n

\u0218i de tine se b\u00e2rfe\u0219te, poate chiar din ce ai citit,
\nTreci prin toate \u0219i z\u00e2mbe\u0219te, cel b\u00e2rfit nu e lovit.<\/p>\n

A\u0219a este lumea asta, nimic nu pare pl\u0103cut,
\nDar cel ce vrea s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103, \u0219tie ce are de f\u0103cut.<\/p>\n

Am s\u0103 merg mereu \u00eenainte, chiar dac\u0103 voi fi lovit\u0103,
\nCel ce e b\u00e2rfit tr\u0103ie\u0219te, dac\u0103 la b\u00e2rf\u0103 n-ascult\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i ce dac\u0103 se b\u00e2rfe\u0219te, cel ce vrea s\u0103 te ajute,
\nVine, cu tine vorbe\u0219te, nu st\u0103 la vorbe s-asculte.<\/p>\n

Cam aceasta este lumea \u0219i va fi cu mult mai r\u0103u
\nFiindc\u0103 de mergi f\u0103r\u0103 Domnul, vei c\u0103dea ca \u00eentr-un h\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Asta e ce am g\u00e2ndit \u0219i de cite\u0219ti printre r\u00e2nduri
\nVei vedea c\u0103-s sentimente \u00een\u0219irate printre g\u00e2nduri.<\/p>\n

Simt c\u0103 am spus destul \u00een versuri, rimele nu risipesc,
\nCine m\u0103 \u00een\u021belege, bine, cine nu, nu \u00eemi doresc.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 retrag cu g\u00e2nduri bune, g\u00e2nduri rele nu nutresc,
\nCelui ce a citit, din suflet, fericire \u00eei doresc.
\nEmilia Dinescu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0UNII SPUN… (SE B\u00c2RFE\u0218TE) Unii spun c\u0103 sunt poet\u0103, eu nu sunt, v\u0103 spun precis, \u00cens\u0103 \u00een versuri spun mai bine, \u00een scris, spun ce am de zis. Unii spun c\u0103-s demodat\u0103, c\u0103 scriu doar de Dumnezeu, Dumnezeu e pentru mine, f\u0103r\u0103 Dumnezeu nu-s eu. Unii spun c\u0103 sunt o snoab\u0103, sunt pierdut\u0103 \u00een cuv\u00e2nt, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":47,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[134],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14895","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14895","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/47"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14895"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14895\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14899,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14895\/revisions\/14899"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14895"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14895"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14895"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}