tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677377401798722871.post3652581189742106109..comments2024-01-23T23:33:14.543+02:00Comments on GABRIEL DALIȘ : piedici și arme: Colocviul Tinerilor Scriitori 2011. Mihail Vakulovski.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467258038283251215noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677377401798722871.post-81590416274457190482011-04-08T01:22:56.777+03:002011-04-08T01:22:56.777+03:00vă mulțumesc. cu stimă vă salut și eu.vă mulțumesc. cu stimă vă salut și eu.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03467258038283251215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1677377401798722871.post-59027784285737438262011-04-07T21:18:44.857+03:002011-04-07T21:18:44.857+03:00De atunci - aproape expresiv
Efebul, mai mult in ...De atunci - aproape expresiv<br /><br />Efebul, mai mult in transa, in pauzele alburne<br /><br />ascultam cum susura arhetipal izvoarele anotimpurilor-<br /><br />de povarnisul cautarilor rastignite, sangerand<br /><br />prin fiecare raza - cantecele astrilor,<br /><br />mai intaiin zambile, crini si trandafiri...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />De atunci tot cobor pe lunci stele<br /><br />si le pastoresc in portocaliul de sanziene,<br /><br />cochetand cu certaretul Eol...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />De atunci batjocoresc cugetul adanc al stancilor<br /><br />prabusite-n paraul pe care l-am coborat deseori<br /><br />in stihuri, cu ritmuri din ele cioplite,<br /><br />si le stropesc cu amintirile ploilor de aprilie...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />De atunci ascult simfoniile albe ale zefirului<br /><br />cu melodica uverturii de ne-nceput<br /><br />in bemolii gravi ai cerului, pe care i-am ingropat<br /><br />alturi de trilurile ciocarliei, impreuna cu primaverile,<br /><br />de grindina verii i-am dezgropat<br /><br />de sub albastrii trandafiri ramasi infloriti<br /><br />in copilaria simbolurilor, asteptarile celor adormiti...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />De atunci ma iubesc cu obiceiurile si aberatiile;<br /><br />ma bucur de timpul cel beat, de mine, fara habar...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Ever since<br /><br />The ephebe, who's rather mesmerized, while the sapwood'break...<br /><br />I amlistening to the streams of the seasons purling archetypely -<br /><br />because of the steep of crucified quests, bleeding<br /><br />through every beam - to the songs of the stars,<br /><br />then in magnolias, lilies and roses...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Ever since, the stars have kept falling down in the holms<br /><br />and I've been growing them in the Midsummer sunset,<br /><br />flirting with the quarrelsome Eol...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Ever since I have been to the deep meditation of the rocks,<br /><br />that had fallen down in the rivulet I had often come down to<br /><br />in the verses, with rhythms carved from themselves,<br /><br />and I asperse them with the memories of the April rains...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Ever since, I have been listening to the white symphonies of the zephyrrus<br /><br />with the melodies of the non-beginning overture<br /><br />in the sky's solemn flats, which I had buried<br /><br />together with the trills of the lark, together with the springs,<br /><br />but the white, black, green and red butterflies, billed by<br /><br />the hail in summer, I had exhumed<br /><br />from under the blue roses that are still in blossom<br /><br />in the childhood of the symbol, the expectations<br /><br />of those who had gone before us...<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />Ever since, I have been loving myself with my habits, with my aberrations<br /><br />and I enjoy the frenzied time, myself, without a clue...<br />alte generaţii şi totuşi, o impresie, cu stimăGheorghe Apetroae - Sibiuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08776423615093547823noreply@blogger.com