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                                               E-o liniste ce duce
                                                   La spartul lemnelor in casa.
                                   Simtim ca ne ninge
                                      Intotdeauna mult prea alb
                                                       Decat incercarile noatre
                                                          Cu creta pe-o sita.
                                     Alunecam intotdeauna
                                        Intre curajul verdelui
                                                         Si posibilitatea albului,
                                       Cu ograda ninsa pana la refuz
                                            Si plina de indoiala.
                                                          Dar fara puterea
                                            De-a mai afla cate ceva
                                                            Din incercarile albului
                                                                        Pe-o panza traita.
                                                               


                                                            02.02.2012  


                                                      E frunza, e vant
                                                        Si-i tot mai probabila ziua.
                                                            Prin colturi dungi mai albe
                                                                Inca mint, salasluind
                                                                   Cu negura alaturi.
                                                                          Mai picura inca sub iarba
                                                                             Si-n tacerea albastra
                                                                                 O stea isi mai scapar-un colt.
                                                                                  E toamna! Si odata cu mine ESTI TU !
                            Cautari                                         

          Sub ceru-nalt al toamnelor prea stinse,

              Cocorii duc pe aripi lipsitele lor ganduri

                Si mi-e mai somn de mine.

                   Mi-e teama c-o sa-mi flutur,

                      Zmulgandu-mi jumatate

                         Din albele prea ganduri.

                                    Talazuiri prea crude de ierburi se desfoaie,

                                       Izbeste-n mine cerul, 

                                         Si sufletul mi-e zbor.

                                            Mi-e zbaterea aripa

                                               Si-ncerc sa-mi feresc gandul

                                                  Din drumul ce m-asteapta.   

              10.01.2013
                                                  Dincolo de frunze
     

                Incepe iarasi toamna
                  Si undeva, la mare
                     Mai tipa albatrosii.
                       O frunza cade-n unda
                           Cu sufletul de apa
                              Si sar spre cer o mie.
                                 Ca-ntotdeauna ochii-ti
                                   Rasfrang in ei lumina
                                     Si mult prea limpezi cata.
                                        Eu stiu, exista-acolo multe
                                           Si crini cu sufletul de floare,
                                              Dar si mai multe ierburi
                                                 Ce-i napadesc tulpina.
                      Iar eu nu pot sa fiu altcumva
                        Decat o unda-n valuri
                           Ce vrea sa fie-a ei.
                                                     De ce sa ma prefac?