1551. POEMUL SATULUI ROM\u00c2NESC
\nEu nu mai sunt copil, chiar fire albe am,
\nDar am \u00een amintire un loc, eu m\u0103 jucam,
\nMi-aduc aminte bine de satul rom\u00e2nesc,
\nDe satul unde a\u0219 vrea \u0219i ast\u0103zi s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n
De casa bunei mele \u00eemi amintesc mereu,
\nIcoan\u0103 este buna, o port \u00een pieptul meu,
\nLumin\u0103 mi-a adus, ea mult m-a sf\u0103tuit,
\nA\u0219a era bunica, eu \u0219tiu c\u0103 m-a iubit.<\/p>\n
Sunt case vechi \u00een sat, cu \u021bigl\u0103 sau \u0219indril\u0103,
\nDe c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 ars\u0103 sau doar paie \u0219i tin\u0103,
\nSunt case cu pridvor sau o intrare mic\u0103,
\n\u0218i-n fiecare cas\u0103 a\u0219teapt\u0103 o bunic\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pe drumul pr\u0103fuit \u0219i-n „r\u00e2t” noi ne jucam,
\nIar seara la m\u0103tu\u0219a cu to\u021bii alergam,
\nM\u00e2ncam p\u00e2ine fierbinte, lipii f\u0103cute bine,
\n\u0218i ap\u0103 din f\u00e2nt\u00e2na cea bun\u0103, i se spune.<\/p>\n
Apoi cu cana \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 la r\u00e2nd ne a\u0219ezam,
\n\u0218i laptele, cu spum\u0103, muls proasp\u0103t \u00eel sorbeam,
\nC\u0103 \u00eel mulgea chiar bunul c\u00e2nd ciurda se \u00eentorcea,
\nEl \u00eel mulgea \u00een can\u0103, iar nou\u0103 ne pl\u0103cea.<\/p>\n
Chiar dac\u0103 mama mea de sat s-a dep\u0103rtat,
\nA luat satul cu ea, pove\u0219ti ne-a dep\u0103nat,
\nC\u00e2nd eu vorbesc de sat, a fost c\u00e2ndva comun\u0103,
\nAzi o comunitate cu inima prea bun\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen satul rom\u00e2nesc mereu va fi iubire,
\nC\u0103ci oamenii sunt buni, au dragostea-n privire,
\nEi nu au mult pe mas\u0103, \u00eempart cu bucurie,
\nChiar dac\u0103 sunt s\u0103raci, ei au m\u0103rinimie.<\/p>\n
Lumin\u0103 vei g\u0103si \u00een sat dac\u0103 te duci,
\nLumin\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u00een suflete de prunci,
\nIar \u00een pridvor va fi mereu c\u00e2te o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103,
\nS\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi dea m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere din inima ei bun\u0103.<\/p>\n
E vorba de un sat pu\u021bin mai special,
\nDar este chiar aievea, este un sat real,
\nDe vre\u021bi s\u0103-l vizita\u021bi, v\u0103 dau adresa acum,
\nEste mai sus de Mure\u0219, sta\u021bi jos \u0219i eu v\u0103 spun.<\/p>\n
E satul ce-l iubesc, Oroiu se nume\u0219te,
\nDe ajunge\u021bi pe la Band, pu\u021bin mai sus el este,
\nE satul rom\u00e2nesc, e satul mamei mele,
\n\u00cel voi purta \u00een suflet p\u00e2n\u0103 voi pleca la stele.
\nEmilia Dinescu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
1551. POEMUL SATULUI ROM\u00c2NESC Eu nu mai sunt copil, chiar fire albe am, Dar am \u00een amintire un loc, eu m\u0103 jucam, Mi-aduc aminte bine de satul rom\u00e2nesc, De satul unde a\u0219 vrea \u0219i ast\u0103zi s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc. De casa bunei mele \u00eemi amintesc mereu, Icoan\u0103 este buna, o port \u00een pieptul meu, Lumin\u0103 mi-a adus, […]<\/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-18070","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18070","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=18070"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18070\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18071,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18070\/revisions\/18071"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18070"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18070"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}