tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34349616322864072502024-03-17T17:02:12.870+02:00Şoapte de dor"Cel ce voieşte să devină creştin trebuie mai întâi să devină poet. Asta e ! Trebuie să te doară. Să iubeşti şi să te doară. Să te doară pentru cel pe care îl iubeşti. Iubirea se osteneşte pentru cel iubit. Aleargă toată noaptea, priveghează, îşi însângerează picioarele ca să-l întâlnească pe cel iubit. Se jertfeşte, nu ia nimic în seamă, nici ameninţări, nici greutăţi, din pricina iubirii. Iubirea pentru Hristos este alt lucru, nemărginit mai înalt." (Pr. Porfirie)Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-66424088098324742292024-03-17T17:01:00.000+02:002024-03-17T17:01:33.420+02:00Între două iubiri<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://static4.libertatea.ro/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/citate-despre-dragoste-dostoievski-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="282" src="https://static4.libertatea.ro/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/citate-despre-dragoste-dostoievski-1.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><br /><br /> <span lang="RO">călătoresc prin viață<br /></span><span lang="RO">cu pas nepregătit<br /></span><span lang="RO">prea adesea forțat<br /></span><span lang="RO">să-l împart<br /></span><span lang="RO">cu nerăstignitul<br /></span><span lang="RO">din eul meu<br /></span><span lang="RO"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <br /></span></span><span lang="RO">iubesc<br /></span><span lang="RO">dar lumea<br /></span><span lang="RO">mă pierde<br /></span><span lang="RO">în labirinturi de vise<br /></span><span lang="RO">iscusit vânturate<br /></span><span lang="RO">în somnul din care<br /></span><span lang="RO">nu pot vedea Lumina<br /></span><span lang="RO">înmugurind timidă<br /></span><span lang="RO">peste abisul<br /></span><span lang="RO">unde-mi dispar<br /></span><span lang="RO">rând pe rând<br /></span><span lang="RO">clipele<br /></span><span lang="RO">zilele<br /></span><span lang="RO">anii<span><a name='more'></a></span><br /></span><span lang="RO"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><span lang="RO">...<br /></span><span lang="RO"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> <br /></span></span><span lang="RO">călătoresc prin cuvinte<br /></span><span lang="RO">și mii de stări<br /></span><span lang="RO">nemaitrăite<br /></span><span lang="RO">mi-nalță pasul<br /></span><span lang="RO">după fiecare șovăire<br /></span><span lang="RO">spre ceva mai înalt</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="RO"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span lang="RO"><i>Sorin Micuțiu</i></span></span></div>
Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-60138274658178499862024-03-03T09:38:00.000+02:002024-03-03T09:38:06.454+02:00De-aş fi...<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWZxNCbXgPd95jGEfWdI72DvGbydOD8hrMO6Db071qUHlJEQWQeo0O4HknpOXl_wqHtmFVXFAZkhwvAkPiCtIyQKnpy0o_UlHAuj2ILiRAfkhxHGJn-RaRggCo-XVVeMViVnQPtV-V4F965mYe-TKTFW0sgM-MOFi_rXgEx9L6dXpESyGjNPTd_X6cAN7/s1095/IMG_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="730" data-original-width="1095" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWZxNCbXgPd95jGEfWdI72DvGbydOD8hrMO6Db071qUHlJEQWQeo0O4HknpOXl_wqHtmFVXFAZkhwvAkPiCtIyQKnpy0o_UlHAuj2ILiRAfkhxHGJn-RaRggCo-XVVeMViVnQPtV-V4F965mYe-TKTFW0sgM-MOFi_rXgEx9L6dXpESyGjNPTd_X6cAN7/w400-h266/IMG_0161.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #1b0431; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">De-aş fi frunză,</span></span></h3><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8235782740525285644"><span class="mainmenu"><span class="postbody" style="font-family: arial;"><span>aş doini mărturisind</span><br />
<span>trecerea noastră prin timp,</span><br />
<span>de la primul ghiocel</span><br />
<span>până la ultimul colind.</span><br />
<br />
<span>De-aş fi pasăre,</span><br />
<span>aş zbura purtând pe aripi</span><br />
<span>credinţa în înviere,</span><br />
<span>împrumutându-mi aripile</span><br />
<span>celor ce încă nu ştiu să zboare.</span><br />
<br />
<span>De-aş fi o piatră,</span><br />
<span>- nu de poticnire -</span><br />
<span>m-aş face bornă de hotar</span><br />
<span>şi aş striga neobosit:</span><br />
<span>,,De aici în colo, e oprit!”</span><br />
<br />
<span>Fluture dacă aş fi,</span><br />
<span>L-aş ruga pe Dumnezeu</span><br />
<span>să mă facă curcubeu,</span><br />
<span>ca, zburând pe acest pământ,</span><br />
<span>să amintesc de Legământ.</span><br />
<br />
<span>Şi rubin de-ar fi să fiu,</span><br />
<span>m-aş dărui celor ce scriu,</span><br />
<span>amintindu-le mereu</span><br />
<span>ce am fost şi ce sunt azi,</span><br />
<span>şlefuit de Dumnezeu.</span><br />
<br />
<span>Dar sunt ceea ce sunt...</span><br />
<span>Şi sunt fericit</span><br />
<span>că Timpul eşti Tu</span><br />
<span>şi din toate mi-ai dat să fiu om</span><br />
<span>zidit după chipul Tău.</span></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8235782740525285644"><span class="mainmenu"><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8235782740525285644"><span class="mainmenu"><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: arial;">21.06.2011</span></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8235782740525285644"><span class="mainmenu"><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sorin Micutiu</span></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8235782740525285644"><span class="mainmenu"><span class="postbody"><span><div class="VSOPnd" style="-webkit-box-direction: normal; -webkit-box-flex: 1; -webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; display: flex; flex-direction: column; flex: 1 1 0%; min-width: 0px; padding-left: 16px; 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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKlWZVemxSaEeL1ANVg-LG3YGCKuB5XjMFpwoaF9se6vhk9fVpMRjFEOd5AOrOfEaMbneTHd7OHWz_3-QFW71LAVdPHcaQC5Y6y8XQSRlqyfbE-JPAEmuOM-nrhRGiZJ72_iZ76KsTKMhYvASCx4EjzEZGzjzTarKFLEBZkf7zADcly_FaFdi50yyhQ/s594/img.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="396" data-original-width="594" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKlWZVemxSaEeL1ANVg-LG3YGCKuB5XjMFpwoaF9se6vhk9fVpMRjFEOd5AOrOfEaMbneTHd7OHWz_3-QFW71LAVdPHcaQC5Y6y8XQSRlqyfbE-JPAEmuOM-nrhRGiZJ72_iZ76KsTKMhYvASCx4EjzEZGzjzTarKFLEBZkf7zADcly_FaFdi50yyhQ/w400-h266/img.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />De unde veniţi voi gânduri<br />
caligrafiate<br />
nesmerit pe hârtie?<br />
<br />
Între fapte şi cuvinte<br />
e o distanţă<br />
care îndeamnă tăcerea...<br />
<br />
Îngenunchez<br />
cuvintele în fapte<br />
la picioarele Crucii<br />
dorind a învăţa<br />
să preţuiesc<br />
versurile, rimele.<br />
<br />
<i>din volumul de debut: ”Vindecat de nevisare”,</i><br />
<i> edit. Art Book, Bacău, 2011</i>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-71071411629532349532024-02-18T22:11:00.000+02:002024-02-18T22:11:53.208+02:00Unui Anonim<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.business-adviser.ro/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/umbra-necunoscut-anonim.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="600" height="282" src="https://www.business-adviser.ro/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/umbra-necunoscut-anonim.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><br />Aruncat la marginea vieţii<br />nu prezinţi importanţă<br />în lumea marilor hotărâri<br />tu nu exişti<br />
<br />egoismul<br />mi-a nimicit clipele<br />şi bucuria de a dărui<br />născut liber<br />orizontul inimii<br />mă ţine captiv<br />
<br />o umbră stingheră<br />în pragul casei<br />a încrestat<br />taina numelui tău<br />
<br />
<i>din volumul personal de poezie "Vindecat de nevisare"<br />
2011- editura Art Book</i>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-60453946018151368822024-02-05T22:58:00.001+02:002024-02-05T22:59:40.186+02:00La răscruce<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwWLHrGS7hipaKR73NMwd1ShJ1Xpfg5r-U6GDr6u57mrFELXiJqLqi2FsX6N0ELOhKiaoAwGmJjUYD7nJ2ggWAFZUC4ZfAxgwy2bIDOaNoXYNW537OLozJUfF74mTsQ73b0fzmoz-Qj_flRAhJ5WL36h8sdYFn_ZctkV8by-MyMi4c2gr14Z-6JU64zcl/s6000/QWHM06511.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwWLHrGS7hipaKR73NMwd1ShJ1Xpfg5r-U6GDr6u57mrFELXiJqLqi2FsX6N0ELOhKiaoAwGmJjUYD7nJ2ggWAFZUC4ZfAxgwy2bIDOaNoXYNW537OLozJUfF74mTsQ73b0fzmoz-Qj_flRAhJ5WL36h8sdYFn_ZctkV8by-MyMi4c2gr14Z-6JU64zcl/w400-h266/QWHM06511.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;">trag după mine<br />
umbra unui cer<br />
brăzdat de tăişul<br />
vorbelor goale<br />
ecouri de gânduri<br />
odihnesc pe buze<br />
sub sânul stâng<br />
inima ţipă<br />
iubirea<br />
e doar la suprafaţă<br />
face shopping<br />
de la second-hand<br />
<br />
iartă-mă<br />
închide ochii<br />
nu vreau să mă vezi aşa<br />
curând<br />
voi zâmbi larg<br />
cu fiecare respiraţie<br />
<br />
<i>din volumul de debut: ”Vindecat de nevisare”,</i><br />
<i> Edit. Art Book, Bacău, 2011</i></span>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-73264002147019126512024-01-26T20:10:00.000+02:002024-01-26T20:10:15.881+02:00În golul brațelor e forma Ta<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsuZqAsy8992B8FOkJ9WRjCuH84kPFQ_3HVMrFJQ6ejrlGCiPPlci0Vz6q5Gp8JOXhRpZuRqWtY4QuuhsOpLQACNraHow3C6jnXD7uIfMFpcbknuV3dGL5p1vAlTDBl233Yb9CHzCqKAtlWfjafFAiaZlJfAZnf05Q2rI11fUzaJUHpUMCi8wAZ4CsOF0/s688/poza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="542" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsuZqAsy8992B8FOkJ9WRjCuH84kPFQ_3HVMrFJQ6ejrlGCiPPlci0Vz6q5Gp8JOXhRpZuRqWtY4QuuhsOpLQACNraHow3C6jnXD7uIfMFpcbknuV3dGL5p1vAlTDBl233Yb9CHzCqKAtlWfjafFAiaZlJfAZnf05Q2rI11fUzaJUHpUMCi8wAZ4CsOF0/w315-h400/poza.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /> așteptarea țese<br />aritmice gânduri<br />simt goana sângelui<br />izbindu-se nemilos<br />de unicul dor<br />tăinuind naiv<br />Iubirea dintâi</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />ascund rănile<br />din ziua în care<br />s-au ridicat ziduri<br />în jurul inimii<br />e atât de rece<br />noaptea dintre noi<br />o îmbrățișare<br />mi-ar umple sufletul</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />mi-e dor<br />de o fluturare de aripă<br />aprind jarul<br />în lutul hămesit</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />amirosind a fum<br />ard încet<br />umbrele</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><i>Patruzeci / Sorin Micuţiu ; pref.: Cristina Ştefan. - Bacău : Art Book, 2014</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><br />Grafica realizată de pictorul Dan Ion Cîrjo</i>i </span></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-44637801000000017142024-01-26T00:05:00.000+02:002024-01-26T00:05:28.395+02:00În noaptea albă<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://poezieevelics.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/211019_352641061415851_43120276_o.jpg?w=300&h=188" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="187" data-original-width="300" height="249" src="https://poezieevelics.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/211019_352641061415851_43120276_o.jpg?w=300&h=188" width="400" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://scontent.ftsr1-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-0/p180x540/120555768_10158688065051684_8797463561519007321_o.jpg?_nc_cat=109&_nc_sid=8bfeb9&_nc_ohc=0ZGzBM7vcdAAX8g-zoC&_nc_ht=scontent.ftsr1-2.fna&tp=6&oh=cbe9cdcbb4ec60d9d93e586522e6ee7e&oe=5F9B9C0C" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;">mă strigă inima<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;">ca un clopot nebun<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">ecoul lui<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">mângâie umbra amintirilor<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">încondeiate în vise<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">peste vechile răni<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">au răsărit flori de liturghii<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">în focul lor<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">se coace iubirea<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">unică vestitoare<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">a dimineții fără înserare</span></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><i><span style="font-family: times;">Fereastra deschisă / Sorin Micuţiu.</span></i></span></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-weight: normal;"> - Bacău : Art
Book, 2018</span></i></h3>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-70023388048077573592024-01-26T00:02:00.001+02:002024-01-26T00:02:23.230+02:00Cetatea dacilor liberi<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1349" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEija1e1Kfz_QPPods58FHeJ-jy1vx3C99g48-Rm8Ei6ho-0B-ejtvNwgvEVbA6ElZKU_vXOjrfbD96DjuLC16UicBv9xejDDok2s54tw3gj1t5Xqe7LdoOWdXBDvw_0ObKZiE7tGIxHQlinAwDIwVOcsgHQzoa8JuJQloFBAPZF4K0zUJbWLPlClGQkQn6f/w400-h266/secretele-dacilor.jpg" width="400" /></div></div><br /> Printre maluri de timp<br />Apa Grădiștei își scrie albia cu seninul înalt<br />umbrele regilor daci<br />unesc cerul cu dealurile Blidarului<br />iar potecile duc spre inima Sarmisegetuzei</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />lângă zidurile rănite<br />peste care adie un abur cald ca de murg venit din <br />luptă<br />mândria strămoșilor daco-geți mă întâmpină<br />pare o dimineață din anul 106<br />aici Universul este fortificație necucerită</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />îmi privesc urmele<br />locul meu e în zidul cetății<br />unde am fost îngropat de o mamă de dac <br />curajoasă</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Patruzeci / Sorin Micuţiu ; pref.: Cristina
Ştefan. - Bacău : Art Book, 2014</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-8212484297495565032023-12-14T23:19:00.002+02:002023-12-14T23:19:53.320+02:00Golgota inimii<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmrUspUGfKrKIJxi_AzvjJRt8asG0X38SP9eedQUSZ_YehjKa7vwlqYOeaNBshyphenhyphennOqxMB3RJ6QMOfSp7oAuc0J0aJoxOG7fziP7khavNq5Z4ZfrYpD8-mrGwun6d-ezNi3yN2LjElu6384F3hD_YeanzIojksGYcNBGj9XvJsU0-0ByoVBVvLE8rnZN_f/s1024/departare_inima_Golgota_cruce_rastignire_canva_instagram-1024x1024-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="1024" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmrUspUGfKrKIJxi_AzvjJRt8asG0X38SP9eedQUSZ_YehjKa7vwlqYOeaNBshyphenhyphennOqxMB3RJ6QMOfSp7oAuc0J0aJoxOG7fziP7khavNq5Z4ZfrYpD8-mrGwun6d-ezNi3yN2LjElu6384F3hD_YeanzIojksGYcNBGj9XvJsU0-0ByoVBVvLE8rnZN_f/s320/departare_inima_Golgota_cruce_rastignire_canva_instagram-1024x1024-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">învăț să iubesc<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">fiecare biciuire<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">a suferinței<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">și trag după mine<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">bucuria<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">de a nu mai fugi<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">de răstignire<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">14.12.2023<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: RO;">Sorin Micuțiu<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-16551011265983656332023-12-14T01:05:00.000+02:002023-12-14T01:05:05.149+02:00Darul<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://programetineret.ro/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/craciun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="600" height="262" src="https://programetineret.ro/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/craciun.jpg" width="419" /></a></div><br /> În noaptea lumii negră și adâncă,</span></i></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Mai auzim îngerii cântând, încă?</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Mai vedem steaua luminând ca focul,</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Mai credem cuvântul spus de Proorocul?</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div></i><div style="text-align: left;"> * * *</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Ași vrea să fiu păstorul de la stână,<br />Să-ți cânt la geam cu flori de măr în mână <br />În ieslea ta cea rece și săracă,<br />Cojoc să-Ți pun căldură ca să-Ți facă.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Să las pentru o clipă oile-n crâng<br />Și-n cântul de fluier iubirea să-mi strâng.<br />Iar darul țesut cu albastru de cer<br />Să Te încălzească în albul lăicer.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /> Mag să fiu ași vrea și să alerg zburând,<br />Spre Sfânta Fecioară, cu dor așteptând,<br />Cu-n dar de iubire, smerit oferit<br />Celui ce în lume cu drag a venit.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />Nu am smirnă, aur, sau alt giuvaier<br />Tot ce-Ți dăruiesc e dar primit din cer<br />Și-n versul din această poezie<br />Simt harul Tău în preajmă cum adie.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">13.12.2023</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sorin Micuțiu</span></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-40336293756165588772023-12-03T20:23:00.000+02:002023-12-03T20:23:07.314+02:00Te iubesc, suferinţă!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbGMwrLSoXVd7XUIEMHW7xZmtJj06JTfEkJvHYwfG6koEu4fhO_nD6Q4YmjtZXPKXHUM_I12aCqNGYVZsIYYVb2acNOS22LqaAfWnmQk5Tp-PLIdR5mhUEgRsnzBnNGkxOvK2h6RYKS5GCisVMSDGKv8DcU7C-KyMyuHIIHSutOui1Y9ICT44BGPQLw/s768/suferinta-Terapie-NLP-768x512.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="768" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbGMwrLSoXVd7XUIEMHW7xZmtJj06JTfEkJvHYwfG6koEu4fhO_nD6Q4YmjtZXPKXHUM_I12aCqNGYVZsIYYVb2acNOS22LqaAfWnmQk5Tp-PLIdR5mhUEgRsnzBnNGkxOvK2h6RYKS5GCisVMSDGKv8DcU7C-KyMyuHIIHSutOui1Y9ICT44BGPQLw/w400-h266/suferinta-Terapie-NLP-768x512.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Te iubesc suferinţă,<br />
chiar dacă uneori<br />
povara ta devine grea<br />
şi cad sub ea obosit<br />
aşteptând ajutor...<br />
<br />
Acoperă-mi umerii răniţi<br />
cu binecuvântarea ta,<br />
şi ori de câte ori mă plâng,<br />
iartă-mi nedragostea<br />
până mă-ntăresc
să mă pot ridica.<br />
<br />
Străine să nu-mi fie<br />
crucile altora...<br />
Chiar de nu sunt ale mele,<br />
să alerg spre ele<br />
binecuvântându-le!<br />
<br />* * *</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
Lasă-mă să-mi sfinţesc viaţa<br />
din sfinţenia ta – încă odată,<br />
Şi numă lasa să te tai,<br />
Crucea mea, ruptă din rai!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span style="font-family: arial;">Fereastra deschisă / Sorin Micuţiu. - Bacău : Art
Book, 2018</span></i></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-71744318966723688212023-12-01T21:27:00.000+02:002023-12-01T21:27:27.104+02:00Bălgrad – Cetatea Albă<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://media-cdn2.romaniatv.net/unsafe/870x510/smart/filters:contrast(5):format(webp):quality(80)/https://www.romaniatv.net/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/alba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="800" height="296" src="https://media-cdn2.romaniatv.net/unsafe/870x510/smart/filters:contrast(5):format(webp):quality(80)/https://www.romaniatv.net/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/alba.jpg" width="506" /></a></div></div><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">Cetatea cu șase porți<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">într-un decor figurativ<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">te întâmpină cu steaguri, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">arme și blazoane,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">întâiul arc de triumf,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">altar așezat la răsărit.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">Marte și Venus<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">veghează trupurile Atlanților,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">vulturul bicefal cu spadă.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">De treci de ei,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">îți iese-ncale<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">Mihai Viteazul,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">primul domn<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">al celor trei Țări Române,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">Catedrala Încoronării,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">reînoiește zilnic jertfa<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">eroilor neamului românesc<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">„ Smerită închinare lui Horea,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">Cloșca și Crișan”…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">zeci de eroi<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">necunoscuți<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">întregesc prețul<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">independenței mele<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">moartea<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">și-a luat birul<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">cu vârf și îndesat,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">captiv în prezent<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">fac apel la istorie.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-7060092330607400262023-11-22T23:53:00.003+02:002023-11-22T23:53:19.950+02:00Confesiune<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8xzgFBAEqI-NRrLUADU_nuHWIanrxtMhqwmuSys8a2RAu0TC6ApF0mARF1_d3bsOdxq_NvYTNPlFYVMISGZthe2FJ2-N4fJXe4a-Zzci0dsBX_-WoCtb-8mdXe3sMYH2hhyphenhyphenQ9A9vGCfYILtohaPHImXjuyQAx3Y5mWLrNa5jPCRyLYWCj_RqjRWaLpI7/s1025/IMG_3205%20copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1025" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8xzgFBAEqI-NRrLUADU_nuHWIanrxtMhqwmuSys8a2RAu0TC6ApF0mARF1_d3bsOdxq_NvYTNPlFYVMISGZthe2FJ2-N4fJXe4a-Zzci0dsBX_-WoCtb-8mdXe3sMYH2hhyphenhyphenQ9A9vGCfYILtohaPHImXjuyQAx3Y5mWLrNa5jPCRyLYWCj_RqjRWaLpI7/w400-h266/IMG_3205%20copy.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> sunt zile când<br />mă aud doar pe mine<br />îmi ies în întâmpinare<br />cu un surâs neînţeles<br />pe marginea buzelor<br />cuvintele se ofilesc<br />între două iubiri</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />parfumul de lut<br />îmbibat în trup<br />mă copleşeşte<br />gândurile incită<br />la nesupunere<br />simţuri neştiute<br />vin precum Ielele<br />la răscruce<br />îşi joacă hora<br />în jurul sufletului<br />spre a-i fura frumuseţea</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />mă clatin ca unul<br />răpus de aburii alcoolului<br />repet mereu acelaşi cântec<br />cu refren înspăimântător<br />de ce tocmai eu</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />trag aer adânc în piept<br />şi îmi şoptesc<br />puţin credinciosule<br />cărările au fost asfaltate<br />când oamenii<br />au uitat să meargă desculţi</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><i>Fereastra deschisă / Sorin Micuţiu. - Bacău : Art Book, 2018</i></span></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-26216288172947289112023-11-21T23:25:00.003+02:002023-11-21T23:25:07.962+02:00În nopţile reci<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCoShkpZEK5AgF-LK-1o1P9h-CAOiepMSs7YFn-58VqtwtLhq5aOFg_kELpMr_NNlI2rAnSdoV39ykH3BSSsqP49KDdRby2VF1nIDLvWPlkdj_XmUbgjDSciqO93tquT7rYm8NUu7TWem_kMxtsHkgYvj_kF1c9dWAQPQ5vsQ3ScHpZ5OfXINNs5MxQPU/s450/10841971_1518505251762484_4546368340221144721_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="450" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCoShkpZEK5AgF-LK-1o1P9h-CAOiepMSs7YFn-58VqtwtLhq5aOFg_kELpMr_NNlI2rAnSdoV39ykH3BSSsqP49KDdRby2VF1nIDLvWPlkdj_XmUbgjDSciqO93tquT7rYm8NUu7TWem_kMxtsHkgYvj_kF1c9dWAQPQ5vsQ3ScHpZ5OfXINNs5MxQPU/s320/10841971_1518505251762484_4546368340221144721_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />anii fulgeraţi de lună<br />muguri verzi<br />pe ramurile vieţii<br />zilele<br />capătă aripi<br />insipide trec<br />ceasurile <br />unul câte unul<br />o ceaţă deasă<br />aşterne peste suflet<br />un somn vinovat<br />fire de coşmar<br />îmi leagă visele<br />guri de iad <br />se deschid<br />odată cu cerul<br />râuri de întrebări<br />taie albie<br />în mine</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />adâncul inimii<br />dezgroapă sămânţa<br />încă vie<br />credinţa rodeşte primăveri</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Vindecat de nevisare / Sorin Micuţiu. - Bacău : Art Book, 2011</i></span></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-19849866210278633342023-11-20T23:31:00.000+02:002023-11-20T23:31:23.449+02:00Dor şi lacrimă de mamă<span style="color: black; font-style: italic;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"><br /><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2RDYBCLov28vm6dvyqvw8sDzQX1qkX7aGj_veTN7Pu9X5GcepfD1vZE9o7kIal5SSinxhL4i03L7PlAIWe3DTmZ3YjiX5jlE4Xr-x3_ibAc680pVt0lLUATWzSV2cyf2gaYxVKzxjwE81img-ts-qrwYf2Bgr9d7XXdzcIyOi01km5_AUZ1nrc5j-Xcz/s815/mama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="541" data-original-width="815" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl2RDYBCLov28vm6dvyqvw8sDzQX1qkX7aGj_veTN7Pu9X5GcepfD1vZE9o7kIal5SSinxhL4i03L7PlAIWe3DTmZ3YjiX5jlE4Xr-x3_ibAc680pVt0lLUATWzSV2cyf2gaYxVKzxjwE81img-ts-qrwYf2Bgr9d7XXdzcIyOi01km5_AUZ1nrc5j-Xcz/w400-h265/mama.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">C</span><span style="font-size: 100%;">â</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">nd m-ai născut în tristul univers</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Tu ai ştiut să-i dai vieţii-un sens.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Din suflet blând şi din a ta privire,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Tu ai ştiut să-mi dăruieşti iubire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> <br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Când m-ai adus pe lume, era ger.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Înger dintâi mi-ai fost, cu ochii de cer..</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Mă iartă azi… uit chipul tău sfinţit,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Dar ochii mei vedeau nedesluşit.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> <br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Mi-e dor, m</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">i-e dor de blânda-ţi sărutare</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Ce mi-o dădeai ‘nainte de culcare.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Surori şi fraţi îmi spun: <i>,,Erai plăpând!”</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Ei te-au văzut la capul meu plângând…<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> <br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Veni o zi… pornit-ai pe-altă cale…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Şi lacrimi reci s-au prefăcut petale.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Azi sufletu-mi zăreşte deseori</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Frumosu-ţi chip ce plânge printre flori.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> <br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Icoană-mi e a ta fotografie.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Frumoas</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">ă eşti de parcă ai fi vie!....</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Departe-mi eşti… acolo-n ceruri sus</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Mă iartă-acum!...dar dorul m-a răpus…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> <br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Tot dorul meu</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> îl plâng în sfânt catren…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">E ziua mea şi-ţi</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> cânt ca un refren:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US">„Bucură-te, jertfă bineprimită de Dumnezeu!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US">Bucură-te MAMĂ ce nu m-ai lăsat la greu!</span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"> <br />
<i><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US">Bucură-te, păzitoarea mea, mereu grijulie!<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US">Bucură-te, că ai aprins lumina în a mea făclie!<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US">Bucură-te, că lacrimile-ţi din năframă<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US">m-au făcut ceea ce sunt azi, MAMĂ!</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span lang="EN-US"> </span></i></span><span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">(<i> 21 Noiembrie 1974,</i></span><i> <span style="color: black; font-style: italic;">Mama, păşea peste pragul Bisericii Biruitoare...iar eu, </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;"> împlineam un anişor)</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"><i><br /></i>
<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 100%;">Autor Sorin Micuțiu</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"></div></span><br />Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-71351790469018636372023-11-19T22:22:00.001+02:002023-11-19T22:22:11.966+02:00Primăveri...
<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMaNhMYEFp_1qzo6XmNgtsyvx0mTGdYyXc9w-W6OazqceWYOSlvY2Yg9H92Q7Mas_7Dgdad-Qntz-44Kyd_MoOafyWuAHB2eYtlwakEPQ2VO5UicB9K7dSYHQuGgPP0In-2zkYJ0UZouAPe1N3rkpO-K85hQ4fYk7khdcAhSL4LDCSHCP9xIC6ulFp2o3/s1145/TAN52_50_A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="1145" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMaNhMYEFp_1qzo6XmNgtsyvx0mTGdYyXc9w-W6OazqceWYOSlvY2Yg9H92Q7Mas_7Dgdad-Qntz-44Kyd_MoOafyWuAHB2eYtlwakEPQ2VO5UicB9K7dSYHQuGgPP0In-2zkYJ0UZouAPe1N3rkpO-K85hQ4fYk7khdcAhSL4LDCSHCP9xIC6ulFp2o3/w400-h230/TAN52_50_A.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />la mine primăvara este întodeauna în noiembrie :)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">tremură-n valuri<br />proaspătă dimineața<br />printre ramuri de meri<br />fără veșminte<br />e rece livada<br />muguri sfioși<br />curtează lumina</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br />dorința trezeşte<br />copilul din mine<br />în albul viu<br />mă topesc nebunește<br />simt anii rostogolindu-se<br />în vârtejul timpului<br />iar umbrele <br />țes linia vieții<br />ca pe o coajă<br />de pom</span></div><p><i><span style="font-family: times;">Fereastra deschisă / Sorin Micuţiu. - Bacău : Art
Book, 2018</span></i></p>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-82706339453237368362023-11-17T21:03:00.000+02:002023-11-17T21:03:29.203+02:00Rup sigiliul destinului<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOX6ZrkZES-A4mtpXzOxk5f3JWnoUmG_lNgqSG-p0dEPZeKasUAF4gODHvlo78PX6Pekn4mDHmeiJDOuRXBBO0eWjg4DosAQCP8NHLj3c5kk7MThcuarHxEIbeMgT9hKzwHT9fgvcPOlCQaRnRjLsyi3Y9fpJ7ZXuL6tNNedXhiGEYxHZ3s0exNN9YLXn/s1060/superstitii-ce-prevestesc-moartea.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="1060" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOX6ZrkZES-A4mtpXzOxk5f3JWnoUmG_lNgqSG-p0dEPZeKasUAF4gODHvlo78PX6Pekn4mDHmeiJDOuRXBBO0eWjg4DosAQCP8NHLj3c5kk7MThcuarHxEIbeMgT9hKzwHT9fgvcPOlCQaRnRjLsyi3Y9fpJ7ZXuL6tNNedXhiGEYxHZ3s0exNN9YLXn/w400-h225/superstitii-ce-prevestesc-moartea.webp" width="400" /></a></div><br />nu ochii ei<br />ascunşi sub mantia neagră<br />mă sperie<br />este o parte din viaţă<br />furtuna dinlăuntru<br />mă zguduie<br />aerul plin de gheaţă<br />timpul<br />devenit incomod<br />pentru un zâmbet</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />pustiit de iubire<br />sorb chintesenţa Cuvântului<br />zboruri vechi<br />se întorc obosite<br />odihnesc la pieptul meu<br />atâta-nsingurare</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />cred<br />puternic şi viu<br />în pragul trecerii</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Vindecat de nevisare / Sorin Micuţiu. - Bacău : Art Book, 2011</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-47435099096137695462023-11-15T21:14:00.001+02:002023-11-15T21:17:03.195+02:00Sunt aici<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6woJsFhMsGcw96YB8_JT00KgvtT7fmQks1V3VpnDNjsfrGiGF8q3x2A_SQIIolIo9esZIEea3wW5dghtiimfU6SGaY23F6BM8dtyoT6gH3i8XX2iilhLl6iqn9LXifXDK5n-kyawD28Ak2QClhsiPA_rm68Q5rEmIw5SBbzVTFbyv9lhPi3Kz1NtmIkUh/s300/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6woJsFhMsGcw96YB8_JT00KgvtT7fmQks1V3VpnDNjsfrGiGF8q3x2A_SQIIolIo9esZIEea3wW5dghtiimfU6SGaY23F6BM8dtyoT6gH3i8XX2iilhLl6iqn9LXifXDK5n-kyawD28Ak2QClhsiPA_rm68Q5rEmIw5SBbzVTFbyv9lhPi3Kz1NtmIkUh/w400-h224/download.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div>
<span style="font-family: arial;"><i> </i>cu inima strânsă<br />trec poteci uitate<br />mă revăd prunc<br />mirosind a fân proaspăt<br />
<br />în albastrul fără ţărm<br />zâmbetul<br />ţi-era zvon de val<br />lacrimile mă ascund<br />ultimă floare<br />de noiembrie<br />
<br />urzesc spărturi<br />zeci de amintiri<br />în pânza timpului<br />privirea ta s-a prins</span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"> </span><br /><i>Sorin Micutiu, din volumul personal de poezie "Vindecat de nevisare"<br />
2011- editura Art Book</i></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-32843178953788686232023-11-11T23:01:00.000+02:002023-11-11T23:01:58.713+02:00Cu săgeţile în tolbă ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wLUs-QBOkZ9gxeXXX7onaaFLcnec_I2ucdOnyPsjcKHrzjgTVa590N6Y11FRWwXXSXZ9bjEELH-E2pAkhjMvmwYTJGZGvvwHyk1la_-lbsAu0n_3ws8lAagLALkslkyL77e8y3umJhDj/s1600/Slide1.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wLUs-QBOkZ9gxeXXX7onaaFLcnec_I2ucdOnyPsjcKHrzjgTVa590N6Y11FRWwXXSXZ9bjEELH-E2pAkhjMvmwYTJGZGvvwHyk1la_-lbsAu0n_3ws8lAagLALkslkyL77e8y3umJhDj/s1600/Slide1.JPG" width="227" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">
singur<br />
constrâns de cochilia<br />
unui fals destin<br />
iau puteri din mine<br />
şi libertăţi ca aripile<br />
albatrosului reînviat<br />
ating în zbor<br />
seninul din oameni<br />
binefacerile vieţii<br />
peste măsura credinţei<br />
fericirea şi bogăţia altora<br />
sunt o uşoară hipnoză<br />
<br />
născut sub semnul focului<br />
la umbra lui jupiter<br />
aştept să fiu cucerit<br />
în fiecare zi<br />
de aceeaşi iubire<br />
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<i>din volumul de debut: ”Vindecat de nevisare”, edit. Art Book, Bacău, 2011</i><br />
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<i>Grafica realizată de <a href="http://artavizuala21.wordpress.com/2013/04/28/dan-cirjoi-radacini-expozitie-de-pictura/">pictorul Dan Ion Cîrjoi</a>, pentru volumul Patruzeci / Sorin Micuţiu ; pref.: Cristina
Ştefan. - Bacău : Art Book, 2014</i></span>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-57222804675838471282023-11-10T00:10:00.000+02:002023-11-10T00:10:08.560+02:00Ardere<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<span style="font-family: arial;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iw6UKWrJBustVBUpy_ukpXhIxcyNSLX3OuWWVfAgIGtCcMaCaCkSh_JdzwYe-zusKc505rlHM9zjzw2sEsZJ4CWRpYfqn7TTonG4fWhf1sQ2SAAWyXcGNx1ZysgX8nX8KFmNLiny8JdBrOTtmrBHw3i-JXYQsq7ksQJ6MGG12z60CDyE519QVuLvVbya/s400/Cea-mai-lunga-noapte-din-an---15-ore-si-10-minute--Durata-zilei-incepe-sa-creasca-din-nou-in-acest-punct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iw6UKWrJBustVBUpy_ukpXhIxcyNSLX3OuWWVfAgIGtCcMaCaCkSh_JdzwYe-zusKc505rlHM9zjzw2sEsZJ4CWRpYfqn7TTonG4fWhf1sQ2SAAWyXcGNx1ZysgX8nX8KFmNLiny8JdBrOTtmrBHw3i-JXYQsq7ksQJ6MGG12z60CDyE519QVuLvVbya/w400-h225/Cea-mai-lunga-noapte-din-an---15-ore-si-10-minute--Durata-zilei-incepe-sa-creasca-din-nou-in-acest-punct.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />greşelile altora</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">sentimente înăbuşite</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">ies la iveală</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">zâmbetul</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">atingerea</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">sunt reci</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">vulnerabil</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">şi rănit</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">cu pleoapele ninse</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">îngenunchez</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><br /></span>
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">în noaptea cea mai lungă</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">se aude trosnind</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">în jarul nestins</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">focul iubirii</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">o nouă iarnă</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">printre colinde vechi</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">picură taine</span><br />
<span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><br /></span>
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<i>din volumul de debut: ”Vindecat de nevisare”, </i><br />
<i> Editura. Art Book, Bacău, 2011</i></span>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-54542969085154154612023-11-08T21:37:00.001+02:002023-11-08T21:37:32.225+02:00Netimp de noiembrie <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="819" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDdw-JerTmgBLktNORMnf9J7VchgqsHVXz60VNY5fAToVP9twyBomnYK_LH0oQd_p9btPiX488Jj4hKrFTodGyX9pXbOyo8o7rWDa1jF30_oJdSp9_zkguWh0e39zFMBaWEu7UlH2cdgV5EEUohpllI0tY-5EfvoysH2XifmhVwc5n31QloAVjPVGsr3il/s320/S8000712.JPG" width="297" /></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">nu contează câţi ani am<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">atâta timp cât respir<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">minunea din fiecare clipă<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">trăiesc şi visez<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">trecerea timpului<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">e neputincioasă</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">până mai ieri<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">am scris despre el<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">ca despre o unitate de măsură<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">un grăunte de nisip efemer<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">captiv într-o clepsidră<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">ireversibil azi şi reversibil mâine<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">parcă eram obsedat<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">de trecerea lui</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">absent la naşterea curcubeielor<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">credeam că furtunile<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">lasă în urmă doar suferinţe<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">şi umbre răstignite<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">pe chipuri de ceasornice<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">acum înţeleg<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">aveau darul să-mi încerce<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">tălpile şi pieptul</span><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">azi mă dezleg de el<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">fără un plan de evadare<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">îmbrăţişez vântul<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">sfidez ecourile trecutului<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">şi iubesc<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">gustul sărat al lacrimilor<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">nu am ştiut că e acelaşi<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">atât la tristeţe cât şi la bucurie</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">pentru preaplinul din inima mea<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">nu mai există timp<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">doar o nelinişte de noiembrie<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">crescută din dorul celor dragi<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">trecuţi dincolo de ziduri<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">prin trecători neştiute<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">ascunse de nori</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">o voce de sirenă<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">vă şopteşte că sunt trist<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">e doar o iluzie<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">nu întoarceţi capul<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">credeţi-mă pe cuvânt<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">cântăresc fiecare gând<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">lăsat să joace şotronul<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">în acest poem</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><i><b>
Fereastra deschisă / Sorin Micuţiu. - Bacău : ArtBook, 2018</b></i>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-41974561413442074612023-10-25T23:10:00.000+03:002023-10-25T23:10:37.114+03:00“Pu hu! Pu hu!”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim06ClXWBsthlUFd5P4_4GThgZqOK2zeFboB36TbEWPzFgsJHGyaeqbNbFuDRo9vRrsHetQbC64djo3IFYqhldjKQbS9Pgo19byawxi7-GFVFcLaoTAaEoD9VpFtbCWJsWiIHlQ5HqkXXA/s650/136093137_10158907358781684_1024794525205210614_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim06ClXWBsthlUFd5P4_4GThgZqOK2zeFboB36TbEWPzFgsJHGyaeqbNbFuDRo9vRrsHetQbC64djo3IFYqhldjKQbS9Pgo19byawxi7-GFVFcLaoTAaEoD9VpFtbCWJsWiIHlQ5HqkXXA/s320/136093137_10158907358781684_1024794525205210614_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">cântă o pasăre<br />în noapte<br />semn rău<br />spuse vecina<br />o să moară cineva</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />ca un magnet<br />degetul mare<br />arătătorul și mijlociul<br />s-au împreunat<br />inelarul și degetul mic<br />s-au smerit<br />spre podul palmei<br />iar mâna dreaptă<br />o simți ușoară<br />atingându-mi fruntea<br />apoi semnul nou-născutului<br />iar de la umărul drept<br />se opri pe umărul stâng</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />țipătul de pe casă<br />deveni un ecou<br />venit parcă dintr-o altă lume<br />acoperind oftatul prelung<br />al vecinei<br />în timp ce împrăștia<br />pâine și sare<br />prin curte</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />de-ar fi să plec<br />nu dați vina pe cucuvea<br />mă duc la nuntă</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><i>05.01.2021 / Simeria<br />Sorin Micuțiu</i></span></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-44423822626138031742023-10-24T23:48:00.000+03:002023-10-24T23:48:18.893+03:00Mărturisire<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://i0.wp.com/alexandracalinoiu.ro/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/eram-fericiti-si-nu-stiam.jpg?fit=1600%2C900&ssl=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="233" src="https://i0.wp.com/alexandracalinoiu.ro/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/eram-fericiti-si-nu-stiam.jpg?fit=1600%2C900&ssl=1" width="415" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />roiesc în jur<br />umbre fără de chip<br />iscodind toate tăcerile mele<br />și visele<br />la care priveam cândva ca la munții<br />după care se ascundea soarele<br />încrezător că va fi și un mâine</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />ce fericit eram<br />ce fericit sunt<br />fiindcă înăuntrul meu<br />ești tu<br />Soarele meu<br />care îmi luminezi totul</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />toate bucuriile nemărturisite<br />din gândurile<br />și inima mea<br />îmi șoptesc<br />să-mi împreun mânile<br />cu ale tale</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><i>Sorin Micuțiu</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434961632286407250.post-41544259053406048342023-10-23T22:51:00.000+03:002023-10-23T22:51:03.468+03:00Nocturnă<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGS97gnanKjUfpHDO6gPfVS0qsMba1aG05jTYOAWhw3SPebs_njM_QC1xliNsCqTq4EhRZdCdJlIi5d-U559ZAoqV27yRRwXtgXRt59svqNmFTyXEBji7rCph-CQ3hbH8ly-peu8x1sXWLc45EJqfgvrzBII7X1Pbx9NswxG5V504x5l-XrGoJ9gPvlEr/s320/iStock-522002778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="229" data-original-width="320" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGS97gnanKjUfpHDO6gPfVS0qsMba1aG05jTYOAWhw3SPebs_njM_QC1xliNsCqTq4EhRZdCdJlIi5d-U559ZAoqV27yRRwXtgXRt59svqNmFTyXEBji7rCph-CQ3hbH8ly-peu8x1sXWLc45EJqfgvrzBII7X1Pbx9NswxG5V504x5l-XrGoJ9gPvlEr/s1600/iStock-522002778.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">apusul îngroapă</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">tiptil soarele<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">sub mantia nopții<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">prima stea căzătoare<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">aleargă în oglinda cerului<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">ca o trenă de mireasă<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">se întinde în urma ei<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">lumina<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO"><o:p> <span></span></o:p></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">de pe umerii lunii<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">intunericul se rostogolește<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">ca un șal<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">deasupra mea<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">îngerii cântă pricesne<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">Sorin Micuțiu</span></p>Sorin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09952129976984836916noreply@blogger.com0