<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515145645212996055</id><updated>2024-10-24T09:10:38.678+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisipul din Temple </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisipuldintemple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515145645212996055/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisipuldintemple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515145645212996055/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Alex Birsan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694662183559976137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJSliHTwKVodak3KuPZBLRc-0qjBLA_vZPoG0jofbLC6VrBPt00w_9cSuLz7Q0UlCyKZ2pdLPb7m5b-qxpuUrqqT5Uj7uyUzdl-ZylS2GZ8ovqmWn064UwpUaVHx1UA/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515145645212996055.post-5904659004258747328</id><published>2018-12-09T00:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2018-12-09T00:55:02.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It hurts. Being so close, yet so far away...&lt;br /&gt;
not meant to be seen or touched&lt;br /&gt;
not meant to desire, love or hate&lt;br /&gt;
shattered stone on unwritten marble&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
no marks of time, just endless space&lt;br /&gt;
gaping wounds festering with forgoten feelings&lt;br /&gt;
darkness lingering where the light is born&lt;br /&gt;
not meant to live, not ready to die&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It hurts. Witness through another day&lt;br /&gt;
not meant to end, just patched&lt;br /&gt;
with fragments from a closing gate&lt;br /&gt;
raining upwards. These bleeding skies...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
had you repeat it in my youth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
that silent seas will darken&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
and clear blue skies will fall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
in ashes on a thirsty ground&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
had you repeat it in my youth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
that love and life will hurt &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
slowly killing dreams-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
bloodied white feathers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
in a pagan sacrifice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
had you repeat it in my youth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
with fingers strumming a guitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
the words we forget to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
so often we forget to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
had you repeat it in my youth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
that death will part our ways one
day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I&#39;d silence my heart for echoes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
chasing the seconds we&#39;ve lost.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is no light still shining&lt;br /&gt;
on winter&#39;s cloak of white&lt;br /&gt;
on fields of stars erased by time&lt;br /&gt;
there is no guiding light&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once pure in dreams belated&lt;br /&gt;
there&#39;s nothing left inside&lt;br /&gt;
long claws have ripped apart&lt;br /&gt;
the child that dreamt of white&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instead, now stands the adult&lt;br /&gt;
that swims in seas of lies...&lt;br /&gt;
the hounds of death are howling&lt;br /&gt;
and feast on all that&#39;s right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don&#39;t take my body home&lt;div&gt;
don&#39;t tell anyone I know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Just wrap my body in black sails&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and throw me in the waves&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
let my mistress&#39;s wolves surround me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and feed me to a cold abyss&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
where storms await in broken dungeons&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
and light will find its hell and peace&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Don&#39;t let red dust run on my bones&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
with lines that feed the jaws of time&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
no heavy stone or dirt will mark a grave&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
no heavy stone or dirt will crush my lungs&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Don&#39;t tell anyone I knew&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
that I believed in nothingness&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
just let the water run its course&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
to where I&#39;ll start anew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Am incercat sa te ascult&lt;br /&gt;
sa iti simt inima in tample&lt;br /&gt;
departe, aproape, oriunde as fi&lt;br /&gt;
in zari, departe,&lt;br /&gt;
pe drumuri de noapte&lt;br /&gt;
unde norii scalda in aburi&lt;br /&gt;
codrii strajuind tacerea din noi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ne temeam de ce va veni&lt;br /&gt;
dar am fost rapusi de tot ce a fost&lt;br /&gt;
de mici secunde in care&lt;br /&gt;
te-am regasit printre pagini tocite&lt;br /&gt;
de amprentele lasate in timp&lt;br /&gt;
de timp&lt;br /&gt;
de dorul din noi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ne temeam ca vom imbatrani&lt;br /&gt;
impreuna,&lt;br /&gt;
din praguri tocite privind&lt;br /&gt;
spre rasarit, stiind ca apusul&lt;br /&gt;
ne va gasi pregatiti&lt;br /&gt;
de noaptea cea lunga.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Am incercat sa te ascult&lt;br /&gt;
dar pianul din noi&lt;br /&gt;
a acoperit cuvintele&lt;br /&gt;
ce nu le-am mai rostit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Permite-mi sa te acopar acum&lt;br /&gt;
in marmura rece ce a incetat sa bata-&lt;br /&gt;
ramai acolo, pentru totdeauna&lt;br /&gt;
tanara, visatoare, cu mari albastre in ochi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
departe de noi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I carry on, on rivers of time&lt;br /&gt;
free of chains&lt;br /&gt;
free of mud&lt;br /&gt;
with stains of darkness&lt;br /&gt;
where eyes should see stars&lt;br /&gt;
burning in temples&lt;br /&gt;
made of sand, pride, decadence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I carry on, on mountains erased&lt;br /&gt;
by greed, sin, desire and death&lt;br /&gt;
where fountains of green&lt;br /&gt;
were once guarding&lt;br /&gt;
the ghosts of our sun&lt;br /&gt;
the voice of our past&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I carry on, my dear&lt;br /&gt;
in every echoless night&lt;br /&gt;
designed by my fate&lt;br /&gt;
destroyed by our date&lt;br /&gt;
with the rivers of time&lt;/div&gt;
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Lumina patrunde printre gratii albastre&lt;br /&gt;
patate de sangele scurs din rani fumegande&lt;br /&gt;
deschise in cerul stors de apus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pe aripi ascunse noaptea strabate&lt;br /&gt;
zari inecate de idoli aprinsi&lt;br /&gt;
pe rugul mandriei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bucati innegrite cad pe pamant-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
devin semintele vietii insemnate-n pacat&lt;br /&gt;
in trupuri de ceara ce nu pot zbura.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Marete turnuri plutesc in razele crude&lt;br /&gt;
si se astern pe pagini macinate de timp&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cerneala se scurge din degete arse&lt;br /&gt;
lipite de rugul stins de martiri.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ruginite, au incetat sa macine iluzii-&lt;br /&gt;
piesele au incremenit in spatiul&lt;br /&gt;
dintre dorinta si disperare&lt;br /&gt;
dintre vointa si nepasare&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
au incetat sa ofere ragaz vesniciei&lt;br /&gt;
nascute din fumul tufisului verde&lt;br /&gt;
ce arde-n desertul adulat de profeti&lt;br /&gt;
visat de robii ce-nalta morminte.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Captiva in poza stearsa de fum&lt;br /&gt;
ce doarme in mana ridata acum&lt;br /&gt;
secunda planeaza spre lemnul&lt;br /&gt;
murdar de ani raspanditi imprejur.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Privesc cum suflete mituri devin&lt;br /&gt;
in luntrea purtata pe brate de-arama-&lt;br /&gt;
din cupa crapata si plina de apa&lt;br /&gt;
vinul se varsa pe sori ce apun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se spune ca timpul vindeca rani-&lt;br /&gt;
Povestea se ascunde in ochii deschisi&lt;br /&gt;
privind reci si goi cerul albastru&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dincolo de norii ce se zbat sa scape&lt;br /&gt;
din inchisoarea orizontului abrupt&lt;br /&gt;
vad lumini ce dorm cand oamenii&lt;br /&gt;
mai adauga un pas spre linii ce dispar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Si simt cum ramanem fara timp-&lt;br /&gt;
il picuram arzand pe rani ce nu se inchid&lt;br /&gt;
si ne ucid cu dulcea lor povara&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ridicam inchisori de hartie pe iarba murdara&lt;br /&gt;
de roua ce curge din cerul presarat de otel-&lt;br /&gt;
pamant, sange, hartie si apa devin pasta din care&lt;br /&gt;
construim utopii si le presam in palmele aspre&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se spune ca timpul vindeca rani,&lt;br /&gt;
Se spune ca noi vom cladi imperii in cenusa&lt;br /&gt;
arzand pe oase albite de focul ce cade&lt;br /&gt;
din inchisori abrupte prin care ratacim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ramanem fara timp.&lt;br /&gt;
Il punem gaj in vietile noastre,&lt;br /&gt;
il cheltuim pe custi de metal&lt;br /&gt;
in care chemam fericirea-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ramanem fara cuvinte&lt;br /&gt;
cand suntem prinsi in flagrant&lt;br /&gt;
incercand sa scapam&lt;br /&gt;
printre barele de hartie -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ramanem fara sentimente&lt;br /&gt;
le aruncam in ape tulburi&lt;br /&gt;
in care noapte si zi devine&lt;br /&gt;
acelasi chin lipsit de vise -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ramanem fara speranta&lt;br /&gt;
cand rupem valul absurd&lt;br /&gt;
ce ne agata ochii in culori&lt;br /&gt;
si lumini efemere -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ramanem in timp -&lt;br /&gt;
oase si praf, cu pasari cernite&lt;br /&gt;
dansand pe nisipul fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;
din cranii sfaramate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Promite-mi &amp;nbsp;ca drumul ce duce departe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
va prinde conturul umbrelor noastre-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
franturi de lumina pictate&lt;br /&gt;
in inimi desenate pe vase de lut.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Promite-mi ca timpul va uita de noi,&lt;br /&gt;
va rupe din cartea-i paginile albe-&lt;br /&gt;
arse in oaze pustii, maini desenate&lt;br /&gt;
vor fi sigilii negre pe stanci milenare.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Promite-mi ca maine va fi ultima zi,&lt;br /&gt;
prima noapte cu cerul patat de torte-&lt;br /&gt;
astrele ingaduie tacit fericirea&lt;br /&gt;
asteptand intoarcerea zeilor lor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Te-am uitat pe un raft&lt;br /&gt;
patat de praf, de timp&lt;br /&gt;
si scrum de tigara,&lt;br /&gt;
lipsit de lumina&lt;br /&gt;
lipsit de vointa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sangerand in tacere, radacinile sapa&lt;br /&gt;
transee absurde in ore defuncte,&lt;br /&gt;
in care se-aduna secunde cazute&lt;br /&gt;
din norii ce scalda pamantul arzand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
te-am uitat pe un raft&lt;br /&gt;
de carii sculptat,&lt;br /&gt;
distrus si iubit,&lt;br /&gt;
lipsit de cuvinte&lt;br /&gt;
lipsit de durere&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in vantul ce mangaie fire de soare&lt;br /&gt;
ce-ascund intre ele marea prea calma&lt;br /&gt;
imi spui de o vreme in care batrani&lt;br /&gt;
ne vom regasi in nume scrise in piatra.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Si te-am crezut atunci cum cred si acum&lt;br /&gt;
ca singuri vom trece prin lume o data-&lt;br /&gt;
pe raftul murdar de iluzii si vise&lt;br /&gt;
transform in cenusa cartea uitata.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ll have to break a promise,&lt;br /&gt;
I have to break thine heart&lt;br /&gt;
For dawn will come tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;
and worlds will fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heretics burn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;
as I embrace the darkness-&lt;br /&gt;
may new gods be remembered&lt;br /&gt;
as furies stormed by madness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
May death never follow&lt;br /&gt;
the mud where all began&lt;br /&gt;
when angels felt just sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
where still there is no Sun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have to break a promise,&lt;br /&gt;
You have to let me know-&lt;br /&gt;
are there no roads to wander&lt;br /&gt;
nor wonders to let go?&lt;/div&gt;
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Degetele se agata de cer-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
radacini rascolesc solul albastru&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
brazdat de avalansa continua&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
a albelor stanci&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Gasesc forme in iluzii taiate&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
din marmura suprarealista-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
mustati ascutite &amp;nbsp;rad si formeaza&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
indicatoare in cadranele scurse&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
pe margini de lume&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Crucifixul desprins din pamant&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
arde in drumul spre negrul eter-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
iar chipul terorii ascunde in privire&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
teroarea miilor de chipuri.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Cavalerii devin linii perfecte,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
rupte de dogma Euclidiana-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
sagetile rosii se scalda&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in cenusa lemnului sfant.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Lasa cortina sa cada-&lt;div&gt;
Scena e pustie, luminile s-au stins;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
intunericul imbraca actorul&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in forma-i primara.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Sub chipul fara zambet se ascund&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
sute de povesti, mii de oameni,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in mintea cuprinsa de nebunie&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
teatrul devine propria inchisoare.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Lasa cortina sa cada&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
peste muzica ce nu o auzi,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
peste versuri, istorii, viata-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
actorul ramane scribul&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
ce n-a incetat sa-si scrie necrologul.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Piesa e simpla, dar de neinteles&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
finalul il stii, cuprinsul ramane ascuns&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
iar inceputul il uiti-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Lemnul te inveleste in mantia-i rece&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
si devii parte din scena,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
devii umbra invaluita in lumina.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Te caut in pagini vechi in care&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
batai de inima au devenit cerneala,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
te caut in culori asternute incet&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
de anii ce au trecut prin noi,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
printre noi.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Te ascunzi in note de chitara&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in primaveri sculptate in gheata&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in umbra verilor in care noaptea&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
ne invelea in stropi de lumina&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Te gasesc in randuri presarate&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
de greseli, de cuvinte uitate&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
de umbre ce-au fost si ce sunt&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
straja abisului din noi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Furii inlantuite se zbat in agonie,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in pragul ruinelor templului tau-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
pagini vechi ard pe altarul distrus&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
batai de inima ce le vreau inapoi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Ascult in tacere pianul cum tese&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
povesti de iarna in dansul fulgilor albi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
presarati pe sarcofagul negru, masiv&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in care notele refuza odihna.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Candelabre aprinse in noapte arunca&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
jocuri de umbre in lumea lipsita&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
de culori si de viata- mantia iernii&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
devine stapana pe inimi de gheata&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Strivesc zapada in urme efemere&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
singur pe drumuri ce nu se mai vad&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
prefer langa mine viscolul aspru-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
oglinda furtunii din cantecul meu&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Ramai amintire doar in secunde&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
strapunse de ace inghetate in timp&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in note pastrate sub lemnul funebru&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
de tortele aprinse ce nu le mai simt.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Daca ai stii cum secundele trec&lt;br /&gt;
prin trupuri, in cer, spre astrele stinse&lt;br /&gt;
demult, tare demult, cand ochii&lt;br /&gt;
vedeau dincolo de negura noptii&lt;br /&gt;
nimfe in undele izvoarelor limpezi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
daca ai stii cum lutul stravechi&lt;br /&gt;
prinde in lanturi emotii si vise,&lt;br /&gt;
cum aripi stau frante pe margini de ora&lt;br /&gt;
aprinse pe rugul mandriei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Daca ai stii cuvintele cum dor&lt;br /&gt;
cum smulg bucati din suflet si le transforma&lt;br /&gt;
in stropi de cenusa arzand intre gene&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ai uita cum sa numeri ani si decenii&lt;br /&gt;
ai stii cum sa-mparti lumea in doi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Simt cum intunericul ma cuprinde&lt;br /&gt;
cum demoni apar din umbre stravechi&lt;br /&gt;
patand lumina cu noaptea furiei lor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maini reci imi sfarama craniul fragil&lt;br /&gt;
si lasa amprente murdare sa curga&lt;br /&gt;
spre ochii ascunsi de neguri obscure&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
din trupuri de foc si cenusa apar&lt;br /&gt;
aripi manjite de lutul creatiei&lt;br /&gt;
spre ultimul zbor deschise in cer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
gradini putrezite devin pamantul promis&lt;br /&gt;
si trunchiuri zdrobite stau straja in noi&lt;br /&gt;
oprind eternul in a-si naste povara.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aprinde-ti armura cu sangele cald&lt;br /&gt;
din jertfa smulsa de zeii ucisi raspandita&lt;br /&gt;
in ultima noapte otravita de timp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Rugina roade din verdele verii,&lt;br /&gt;
arbori batrani se pregatesc de intuneric,&lt;br /&gt;
corbii astern mitre inghetate&lt;br /&gt;
pe albele cranii cizelate de vant&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In aer valkirii prazile cara&lt;br /&gt;
spre masa bogata a zeilor cruzi&lt;br /&gt;
Ales-au pecetea vietii cine o poarta,&lt;br /&gt;
ales-au osanda victoriei lor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Drakkare fumega inca in larg&lt;br /&gt;
iar scuturi devin monezile marii,&lt;br /&gt;
piatra accepta povara amintirii&lt;br /&gt;
prin rune sapate adanc de eroi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pustie e sala ospatului vesnic-&lt;br /&gt;
si afla tarziu ca oameni si zei&lt;br /&gt;
sfarsesc impreuna cu trupuri macinate&lt;br /&gt;
de coltii ascutiti ai lupilor gri.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Am incetat sa exist-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sufletul isi traieste osanda,&lt;br /&gt;
in haosul ce scrie partitura&lt;br /&gt;
unei simfonii surde pe riduri absurde,&lt;br /&gt;
cu umbre ce vin si dispar&lt;br /&gt;
in ochii lipsiti de lumina-&lt;br /&gt;
ma scald in raul pe care luntrasul&lt;br /&gt;
relaxat isi asteapta dejunul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pe umeri port un cer parasit&lt;br /&gt;
de astre, &amp;nbsp;de soare, de culori&lt;br /&gt;
si de mine-&lt;br /&gt;
Metalic, griul invaluie lumea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Din cand in cand, colosale morminte&lt;br /&gt;
lasa lumina sa patrunda afara-&lt;br /&gt;
sticla striveste intunericul in refractii&lt;br /&gt;
ce-si curma existenta zdrobite de asfalt. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Orasul devine locul in care&lt;br /&gt;
pierdut intre nori, te lovesti de o piatra-&lt;br /&gt;
realitatea revine si iti bate in tample&lt;br /&gt;
si te arunca intre oameni, fara o harta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ne vom juca in nisipul fierbinte&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
si vom cladi castele efemere&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
precum copiii verii&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
uitand de toamna ce vine&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Marea se curma in cer iar cerul&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
coboara in noi, albastru si pur-&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
atingem cu degetele mintii&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
fauna formata de nori&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Plutim in deriva fara sa stim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
de stanci ascutite ce prada-si asteapta&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
fara sa stim de semnele iernii&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
ascunse sub chipuri de tineri.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Zeii se nasc si pier odata cu noi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
pietre funerare&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
dau nastere lacaselor de cult-&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
altare pagane sangereaza inca&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in jertfa din inimi formata-&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
purtam trupuri lipsite de viata&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
pe drumuri lipsite de tel,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
in mari lipsite de cer&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
ascundem furii inlantuite&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Zeii se nasc si pier odata cu noi&lt;/div&gt;
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in castele de nisip inchisi&lt;/div&gt;
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precum copiii verii ce uita&lt;/div&gt;
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de toamna ce se zbate in ei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisipuldintemple.blogspot.com/feeds/5939066245789354650/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nisipuldintemple.blogspot.com/2014/09/odiseu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515145645212996055/posts/default/5939066245789354650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6515145645212996055/posts/default/5939066245789354650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisipuldintemple.blogspot.com/2014/09/odiseu.html' title='Odiseu (Ὀδυσσεύς)'/><author><name>Alex Birsan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01694662183559976137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJSliHTwKVodak3KuPZBLRc-0qjBLA_vZPoG0jofbLC6VrBPt00w_9cSuLz7Q0UlCyKZ2pdLPb7m5b-qxpuUrqqT5Uj7uyUzdl-ZylS2GZ8ovqmWn064UwpUaVHx1UA/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6515145645212996055.post-6421765964902895933</id><published>2014-09-09T08:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2014-09-09T08:06:39.629+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suvenir ( Snowdome )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Cuprind intre maini orase in ape&lt;br /&gt;
ascunse in fulgi de zapada curata-&lt;br /&gt;
cristalul opreste furtuna afara&lt;br /&gt;
si lasa lumina sa astearna miraje&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pe trotuarul murdar, pictat de apus&lt;br /&gt;
sunete aspre se-odihnesc printre dale-&lt;br /&gt;
adorm si renasc in ritmuri absurde&lt;br /&gt;
in mica lor lume fara culoare&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Te pierd printre oameni grabiti sa indure&lt;br /&gt;
decenii macinate de intrebari si de moarte-&lt;br /&gt;
printre trupuri in gri, in negru, formale&lt;br /&gt;
esarfa-ti albastra devine tot cerul din noi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gradini de cuvinte isi scutura iarna-&lt;br /&gt;
pe pagini de praf inghitite infloresc;&lt;br /&gt;
cu ochii inchisi desenezi universuri-&lt;br /&gt;
portrete distruse demult regasesc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Porti ferecate de &amp;nbsp;ani si memorii&lt;br /&gt;
dispar atunci cand tu le deschizi-&lt;br /&gt;
din orasul invelit in fulgi de zapada&lt;br /&gt;
privesc cum lumea in maini o cuprinzi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Inchid capacul pianului rece-&lt;br /&gt;
prins intre game, evit note&lt;br /&gt;
lovite abrupt de tacere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lumina asterne pe margini&lt;br /&gt;
pete de praf- copiii uitarii&lt;br /&gt;
se-opresc obositi&lt;br /&gt;
pe trepte efemere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Corzi ruginite strajuiesc&lt;br /&gt;
intrarea in templul de lemn-&lt;br /&gt;
coloanele fine sunt roase&lt;br /&gt;
de carii crescute in timp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Evita urmele lasate de mine-&lt;br /&gt;
asterne-ti singur drumul&lt;br /&gt;
pe fildesul pagan in care&lt;br /&gt;
neutrul &amp;nbsp;devine negru sau alb.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Iti las amintire o pagina alba-&lt;br /&gt;
iti las amintire propriul destin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Din piatra am sculptat un chenar-&lt;br /&gt;
am adunat in el imagini, sunete, siluete&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
l-am modelat impreuna,&lt;br /&gt;
pastrand forma primara-&lt;br /&gt;
schimband continutul,&lt;br /&gt;
am alterat viitorul&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In cele patru colturi&lt;br /&gt;
am lasat spatii libere&lt;br /&gt;
visand si dorind&lt;br /&gt;
sa fie implinite&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ascuns in ungherele mintii&lt;br /&gt;
frica prindea radacini-&lt;br /&gt;
intre noi lipsea o latura.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dintre noi disparuse cuvantul.&lt;br /&gt;
Fara liant, am modificat structura-&lt;br /&gt;
triunghiul tacerii&lt;br /&gt;
ne-a lasat subreziti&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Geneza cercului a luat sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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