1482.COPIL\u0102RIE…\u0218I AT\u00c2T
\nCu entuziasm \u0219i bucurie eu v\u0103 spun,
\nC\u0103-i veselie-n suflet, eu sunt bunic\u0103 de acum,
\nChiar dac\u0103 fata mea e mic\u0103, e doar o buburuz\u0103,
\nVorbesc de inocen\u021b\u0103, ea este a mea muz\u0103,
\nSunt fericit\u0103 tare \u0219i \u00eemi imaginez,
\nCum cre\u0219te a mea g\u00e2z\u0103 \u0219i cum o protejez,
\nZburdalnicele jocuri \u00een vers eu le cuprind,
\n\u00cen joac\u0103 o alint, de toate m\u0103 desprind.
\n**********
\nNu este fericire ca r\u00e2sul de copil,
\nM\u0103 duc \u00een amintire, alunec chiar tip-til,
\nMi-aduc aminte bine, aveam b\u0103ie\u021bii mici
\n\u0218i se jucau mereu, erau tare zbudalnici,
\n\u00cen inocen\u021ba lor cu z\u00e2mbet, veselie,
\nEi \u00eemi \u0219tergeau necazul, aduceau bucurie,
\nCu joac\u0103, inocen\u021b\u0103, el, timpul a trecut
\n\u0218i am uitat demult ce a fost nepl\u0103cut.
\n***************
\nAm fost \u0219i eu copil, \u00eencepe s\u0103 m\u0103 amuze,
\nR\u00e2sul copil\u0103riei \u0219i acum e printre frunze,
\nEram o inocent\u0103, cu entuziasm visam,
\nM\u0103 vedeam scriitoare, \u0219i mam\u0103 m\u0103 vedeam,
\nM\u0103 jucam de-a prin\u021besa, cu veselie mult\u0103,
\nZburdalnicele jocuri m\u0103 las\u0103 \u0219i azi mut\u0103.
\n*********
\nCopil\u0103ria este \u0219i va r\u0103m\u00e2ne pur\u0103,
\nChiar dac\u0103 via\u021ba este poate pu\u021bin mai dur\u0103,
\nR\u00e2sul copil\u0103riei se pierde printre frunze,
\n\u00cen suflet sunt copil \u0219i nu \u00eemi caut scuze.
\nEmilia Dinescu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
1482.COPIL\u0102RIE…\u0218I AT\u00c2T Cu entuziasm \u0219i bucurie eu v\u0103 spun, C\u0103-i veselie-n suflet, eu sunt bunic\u0103 de acum, Chiar dac\u0103 fata mea e mic\u0103, e doar o buburuz\u0103, Vorbesc de inocen\u021b\u0103, ea este a mea muz\u0103, Sunt fericit\u0103 tare \u0219i \u00eemi imaginez, Cum cre\u0219te a mea g\u00e2z\u0103 \u0219i cum o protejez, Zburdalnicele jocuri \u00een vers eu […]<\/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-17853","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17853","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=17853"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17853\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17854,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17853\/revisions\/17854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17853"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17853"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17853"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}