Glas de p\u00e2ine cald\u0103 fr\u00e2nt\u0103
\npentru mic \u0219i pentru mare,
\nC\u00e2nt de bucium ce r\u0103sun\u0103
\npe coline \u00eenverzite,
\nLeg\u0103n\u0103ri de val albastru
\npe plaja m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietoare,
\n\u0218i oft\u0103ri rupte din dorul
\ndup\u0103 plaiuri p\u0103r\u0103site.<\/p>\n
Tremurat de clopot harnic
\nce cheam\u0103 la rug\u0103ciune,
\nPas t\u0103cut la acul vesel
\npe ia \u00eempodobit\u0103,
\nToate se rotesc \u00een jurul
\nunor chipuri demne, bune,
\nDecebal, \u0218tefan \u0219i Mircea
\nsau Mihai, \u00eentr-o clipit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Literele str\u00e2ns unite
\nde un c\u00e2nt numit Balada,
\nTot picur\u00e2nd nestemate
\npl\u00e2ng Acolo-i \u021bara mea,
\nUn m\u0103nunchi de jertfe-adun\u0103
\nprin timp \u00eenro\u0219ind z\u0103pada,
\nLibertate \u0219i \u00een pace –
\nstr\u0103lucind pe cer ca stea.<\/p>\n
Grai ce-aduce alinare
\nunic peste tot \u00een lume,
\nDescoperitor de stele
\nperle de \u00een\u021belepciune,
\n\u00cel g\u0103se\u0219ti, da, pretutindeni –
\npoezii, pove\u0219ti sau glume,
\n\u00cen hain\u0103 simpl\u0103, curat\u0103
\nmulte taine vrea a-\u021bi spune.<\/p>\n
Glasul P\u0103s\u0103rii m\u0103iastre
\n\u0219i-al Coloanei infinite,
\nC\u00e2ntul ca de Cioc\u00e2rlie
\nce se nal\u021b\u0103 spre lumin\u0103,
\nSe-nt\u00e2lnesc azi f\u0103r\u0103 vorbe
\n\u00een culorile hr\u0103nite
\nDe Tonitza, Grigorescu
\nsau Luchian, \u0219i mult suspin\u0103.<\/p>\n
Fermecate \u0219i fragile
\nversuri dragi prea delicate,
\nAu luat din limba dulce
\n\u0219i Co\u0219buc \u0219i Eminescu.
\nVocea cald\u0103 a lui Creang\u0103
\nAmintirile cu toate,
\nSunt rostirea cea de suflet
\nurm\u00e2nd Anghel, Minulescu.<\/p>\n
T\u00e2nguiri \u00een noapte cheam\u0103
\nsub arcu\u0219uri solitare,
\nSuflet rom\u00e2nesc la via\u021b\u0103,
\nadev\u0103r \u0219i demnitate,
\nRidica\u021bi ca unul cerem
\n\u00eemp\u0103care \u0219i iertare,
\nLacrima s-o \u0219tergem ast\u0103zi
\ns\u0103 lupt\u0103m pentru dreptate.<\/p>\n
S\u0103 se rup\u0103 din cuvinte
\ns\u0103biile ascu\u021bite,
\nS\u0103 d\u0103m ast\u0103zi celor tineri
\nmai departe mo\u0219tenire,
\nO limb\u0103 curat\u0103, clar\u0103
\n\u00eemprumuturi fiind gonite,
\nP\u0103str\u00e2nd \u00een vorbirea noastr\u0103
\no aleas\u0103 \u00eengrijire.<\/p>\n
Un vl\u0103star la s\u00e2nul mamei
\nrom\u00e2ne\u0219te c\u00e2nd \u00eenva\u021b\u0103,
\nLimba florilor de miere,
\na izvoarelor suspine,
\nPeste ani la c\u0103runte\u021be
\nnu se va-ntrista la fa\u021b\u0103,
\nAuzind limba natal\u0103
\nvorbind-o neamuri str\u0103ine.<\/p>\n
Peste m\u0103ri, peste oceane
\no-nt\u00e2lne\u0219ti cu dor vorbit\u0103,
\nAlte genera\u021bii poart\u0103
\na cuvintelor comoar\u0103,
\nDuc mereu cu ele-n suflet
\nsf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i nepre\u021buit\u0103,
\nVorba str\u0103mo\u0219easc\u0103 dulce,
\nfie aspr\u0103 sau amar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Limb\u0103 rom\u00e2neasc\u0103 pur\u0103
\nce colinzi \u00een \u021b\u0103ri s\u0103race,
\nCu solie de speran\u021b\u0103
\nalimente, vindecare,
\nN-ai nevoie de cuvinte
\nc\u0103ci bine la to\u021bi vei face,
\nVei uita poate de tine
\nchiar c\u00e2nd riscul este mare.<\/p>\n
Moartea o \u00eenfrun\u021bi departe
\nde p\u0103rin\u021bi, familia drag\u0103,
\nCa s\u0103 fie pace-n lume,
\nz\u00e2mbetul s\u0103 nu dispar\u0103,
\nLini\u0219ti\u021bi cei mici s\u0103-nve\u021be
\ns\u0103 citeasc\u0103, nu s\u0103 trag\u0103.
\nVia\u021ba este pre\u021bioas\u0103,
\npentru oameni – o comoar\u0103…<\/p>\n
Floare de col\u021b<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Glas de p\u00e2ine cald\u0103 fr\u00e2nt\u0103 pentru mic \u0219i pentru mare, C\u00e2nt de bucium ce r\u0103sun\u0103 pe coline \u00eenverzite, Leg\u0103n\u0103ri de val albastru pe plaja m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietoare, \u0218i oft\u0103ri rupte din dorul dup\u0103 plaiuri p\u0103r\u0103site. Tremurat de clopot harnic ce cheam\u0103 la rug\u0103ciune, Pas t\u0103cut la acul vesel pe ia \u00eempodobit\u0103, Toate se rotesc \u00een jurul unor […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"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-4195","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4195","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\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4195"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4195\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4196,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4195\/revisions\/4196"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4195"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4195"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}