{"id":601,"date":"2009-01-19T17:27:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-19T17:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/?p=601"},"modified":"2009-01-19T17:27:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-19T17:27:00","slug":"o-harp&#258;-&#351;i-un-contrabas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/?p=601","title":{"rendered":"O HARP&#258; &#351;i un CONTRABAS"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>Imi amintesc\u2026nu mai &#351;tiu dac&#259; am auzit sau poate am citit undeva, ceva despre \u201cnespaima\u201c de moarte: \u201cNu-mi este fric&#259;, moarte, de tine! Imi este dec\u00e2t mil&#259;! O mil&#259; imens&#259; \u00eemi este de tine! C&#259; tu nu ai mam&#259; care s&#259;-&#355;i moar&#259;! &#350;i nici copiii vreodat&#259; nu ai pierdut! Tu n-ai pl\u00e2ns niciodat&#259; \u2026.&#351;i niciodat&#259; n-ai r\u00e2s! Neagr&#259; &#351;i h\u00e2d&#259; nicic\u00e2nd, nimeni nu a c\u00e2ntat pentru tine!\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>Dac&#259; cineva m-ar fi \u00eentrebat c\u00e2nd eram copil, ce cred eu c&#259; este un <span style=\\\"color:#cc0000; \\\">suflet<\/span>, a&#351; fi spus :\u201d<span style=\\\"color:#cc0000; \\\">o harp&#259;<\/span>!\u201d. Dac&#259; altcineva m-ar fi \u00eentrebat ce este aceea o harp&#259;, a&#351; fi r&#259;spuns c&#259; este un suflet care c\u00e2nt&#259;, pe corzi, iubirea. &#350;i dac&#259; iubitul meu m-ar fi p&#259;r&#259;sit, atunci l-a&#351; fi rugat: \u201dMai trece-&#355;i, iubitule, o dat&#259; m\u00e2na peste sufletul meu- harp&#259;!\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>At\u00e2t de frumos c\u00e2ntase sufletul \u2013harp&#259; iubirea, c&#259; nici v\u00e2ntul n-a mai suflat. <\/strong><strong>Adieri de sunete- &#351;oapte \u2026&#351;i el, Contrabas, a ascultat &#351;i-apoi a c\u00e2ntat! At\u00e2t de minunat a c\u00e2ntat el, Contrabas, iubirea, c&#259; nici apele n-au mi&#351;cat! O harp&#259;, un contrabas &#351;i sufletele noastre!! Ce minunat&#259;, imens&#259;, orchestr&#259; ! <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>\u2026 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>Z\u00e2mbesc g\u00e2ndurilor &#351;i m\u00e2na din nou, m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie norii albi, prin fereastr&#259;. Iar norii-mi deseneaz&#259; o harp&#259; &#351;i un contrabas. Dou&#259; m\u00e2ini albe de \u00eenger mai trec o dat&#259; peste sufletul-harp&#259; &#351;i c\u00e2nt&#259; dumnezeie&#351;te. Un contrabass \u00ee&#351;i c\u00e2nt&#259; dorul ne\u00eemplinitelor vise. <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>Acum nu aud dec\u00e2t p&#259;m\u00e2ntul cum cade \u00een bulg&#259;ri peste sicriu\u2026. O candel&#259; picur&#259; lacrimi\u2026 &#350;i stelele picur&#259; cear&#259;\u2026 Nu pot s&#259; nu simt dorul \u00een lacrimi cum doare! <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>O umbr&#259; neagr&#259; a&#351;terne doliu pe P&#259;m\u00e2nt. Doi \u00eengeri se-nal&#355;&#259;, &#355;in\u00e2ndu-se de m\u00e2n&#259;. Au alergat mai repede dec\u00e2t au putut \u00eengerii lor p&#259;zitori s&#259; alerge. <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong><em>Norii albi ne deseneaz&#259; acum, nou&#259;, celor ce i-am cunoscut pe CAROLINA &#351;i MARIUS, c&#259;ci a&#351;a se numesc cei doi \u00eengeri care au alergat mai repede, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"center\\\"><strong><em>\u2026 O HARP&#258; &#351;i un CONTRABAS<\/em> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>###<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\">Redactor,<\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\">prof. Cornelia Petre <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong><em>Motto: In cuvinte se m&#259;soara t&#259;cerea, \u00een lacrimi, durerea. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\\\"justify\\\"><strong>M\u00e2na-mi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie norii albi prin fereastr&#259;\u2026. \u00cenc&#259; o zi \u00een care fulgii albi de z&#259;pad&#259; au \u00eempletit, \u00eentr-un ianuarie, trist \u00eenceput, ve&#351;minte de doliu. T&#259;cut &#351;i neputincios \u00eembrac haina rece de g\u00e2nduri. P&#259;&#351;esc pustiit, cu senza&#355;ia crud&#259; c&#259; merg pe morminte. <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-muzica"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/601","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=601"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/601\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/en-joy.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}