{"id":4730,"date":"2026-09-20T11:34:53","date_gmt":"2026-09-20T11:34:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/saptamana.md\/?p=4730"},"modified":"2026-09-22T12:17:30","modified_gmt":"2026-09-22T12:17:30","slug":"noie-rotaru-cu-asta-traiesc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/saptamana.md\/index.php\/2026\/09\/20\/noie-rotaru-cu-asta-traiesc\/","title":{"rendered":"Noie ROTARU: \u201dCu asta tr\u0103iesc\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Noie Rotaru e de ani buni \u00een Israel.\u00a0 Acolo munce\u0219te. Aici sunt toate celelalte. Copil\u0103ria, ba\u0219tina, amintirile, mama, so\u021bia, fiica, \u0219coala\u00a0 la care \u00eenc\u0103 i se pot citi urmele. A scris c\u00e2teva poezii. Nu \u00eendr\u0103znim s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegem dac\u0103 vor ajunge \u00een istorii ale literaturii. Tot ce putem spune e c\u0103 a c\u0103utat cuvinte pentru a\u0219i spune g\u00e2ndurile. Nu e mult? E totul.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u0218coala mea din Telene\u0219ti<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218coala mea din Telene\u0219ti
\nAu trecut mul\u021bi ani,
\nS-au dus toamne \u0219i veri,
\nDar \u0219coala ne a\u0219teapt\u0103
\nCa-n vremuri de ieri.
\nPe v\u00e2rful unui deal,
\nCu cerul peste ea,
\nPe-al boierului Teodosiu p\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

Zidit\u0103 cuv\u00e2nt cu cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u0218coala \u00een z\u0103ri str\u0103lucea.
\n\u00cen clasa \u00eent\u00e2i,
\nCu drag am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat,
\nPrimele litere-am scris,
\nPrimele cuvinte-am rostit.
\nCu prima-nv\u0103\u021b\u0103toare,
\n\u0218i colegii mei dragi,
\nAm alergat prin curte,
\nCu vise mari \u0219i pa\u0219i.
\nPrimul nostru fotbal,
\nPrimele competi\u021bii,
\nNe \u00eentreceam cu drag,
\nCu dor \u0219i ambi\u021bii.
\n\u00cen micul atelier,
\nMunceam cu drag \u0219i spor,
\nUn ciutor f\u0103ceam cu m\u00e2na,
\nCu suflet \u0219i cu dor.
\nLotul \u0219colii ne chema,
\nLa munc\u0103 \u0219i la soare,
\nIar merele dulci de-acolo
\nNe erau s\u0103rb\u0103toare.
\nAu fost \u0219i vremuri grele,
\nCu anii de ateism,
\nDin curtea bisericii
\nNe goneau spre comunism.
\nDar toate-au fost c\u00e2ndva,
\n\u0218i toate-au r\u0103mas
\nAmintiri. Mai triste, mai dragi,
\nChemate \u0219i azi.
\nC\u00e2nd ast\u0103zi ne \u00eentoarcem,
\nCu lacrimi de bucurie,
\nNe-apar \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 dasc\u0103lii,
\n\u0218i \u0219coala din copil\u0103rie.
\nAu fost ani, au fost colegi,
\nAu fost \u0219i profesori,
\nAu fost at\u00e2tea amintiri,
\n\u0218i-at\u00e2tea s\u0103rb\u0103tori.
\n\u0218coala mea din Telene\u0219ti,
\n\u00cen suflet va r\u0103m\u00e2ne,
\nV\u0103 salut\u0103m cu plec\u0103ciune,
\nDasc\u0103li de ieri \u0219i de m\u00e2ine!
\nCu respect \u0219i cu iubire,
\nV\u0103 spunem tuturor:
\nMul\u021bumim pentru copil\u0103rie,
\n\u00cenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tori \u0219i profesori!<\/p>\n

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A\u0219a se face banul<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0218i eu, \u0219i tu, \u0219i ea, \u0219i el<\/p>\n

Ar vrea s-ajung\u0103-n Israel<\/p>\n

S\u0103 fac\u0103 pasul \u00eenainte<\/p>\n

Chema\u021bi de locurile sfinte<\/p>\n

Acas\u0103 la\u0219i copii \u0219i mame<\/p>\n

Pentru un\u00a0 trai un pic mai bun<\/p>\n

E poate-aici, sau-n alt\u0103 parte<\/p>\n

Locul acela. Cum s\u0103-\u021bi spun.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-ajungi \u00een case reci, str\u0103ine.<\/p>\n

Ca un canar \u00een colivie.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 duminici, f\u0103r\u0103 bucurie<\/p>\n

E doar triste\u021bea l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine.<\/p>\n

Un om strain mereu te cheam\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-l \u00eengrije\u0219ti ca pe-a\u00a0 ta mam\u0103<\/p>\n

I-ar\u0103\u021bi cum soarele r\u0103sare<\/p>\n

\u0218i c\u00e2t e dragostea de mare.<\/p>\n

\u0218i r\u00e2zi, \u0219i pl\u00e2ngi, \u0219i-\u021bi este jale<\/p>\n

\u0218i nici nu \u0219tii ce-i r\u0103u,\u00a0 ce-i bine<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd lacrimi \u0219tergi pe-o fa\u021b\u0103 care<\/p>\n

E-o bucruie care-apune.<\/p>\n

Tu nu e\u0219ti singur, uite-n jur,<\/p>\n

E-o lume care e ca tine<\/p>\n

Din tot ce-i\u00a0 r\u0103u tu cau\u021bi bine.<\/p>\n

C\u0103nd ziua-aduce-n diminea\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

Nu doar lumina. \u0218i speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Parascovia \u2014 nume de mam\u0103!
\n<\/strong>\"\"
\n\u00cen toamna bl\u00e2nd\u0103, printre flori,
\nIar crizantemele -nfloresc,
\n\u0218i eu \u00ee\u021bi spun, tr\u0103ind fiori<\/p>\n

O, scump\u0103 mama, te iubesc.<\/p>\n

Strig \u201dParascovia\u201d, nume sf\u00e2nt
\nCu r\u0103d\u0103cini din vremi str\u0103bune,
\nE\u0219ti astrul meu de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u0218i calea c\u0103tre fapte bune.<\/p>\n

\u00cen lume sunt at\u00e2tea nume,
\nFrumoase \u0219i de doruri pline,
\n\u00cel strig doar eu.\u00a0 Doar pe al t\u0103u \u00een ast\u0103 lume<\/p>\n

\u0218i-as vrea s\u0103 fii mereu cu mine.<\/p>\n

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Numele t\u0103u nu-I altul. Mama!<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u021bi c\u00e2nt mereu c\u00e2ntec de dor.<\/p>\n

Din inim\u0103 mereu m\u0103 cheam\u0103
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 av\u00e2nt la tine-n zbor.<\/p>\n

Parascovia \u2014 nume t\u0103u, mama.
\nCu suflet bl\u00e2nd \u0219i iubitor,
\nDin inim\u0103 mereu m\u0103 cheam\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0218i-mi face via\u021ba c\u00e2mp cu flori.<\/p>\n

Parascovia, Parascovia,
\nNume drag, nume iubit,
\nParascovia, Parascovia,
\nSuflet bun \u0219i fericit.<\/p>\n

Parascovia, Parascovia,
\nMam\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103, chip senin,
\nParascovia, Parascovia,
\nMam\u0103 bun\u0103, chip divin.<\/p>\n

De ziua ta, iubit\u0103 mam\u0103,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi fie via\u021ba ca o floare,
\nCu s\u0103n\u0103tate \u0219i lumin\u0103,
\n\u0218i bucurii mereu sub soare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Crinul din ograd\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\nDumnezeu pe drumul meu
\nMi-a trimis un dar divin,
\nO iubire f\u0103r\u0103 seam\u0103n,
\nO fiin\u021b\u0103 ca un crin.<\/p>\n

Am s\u0103dit-o \u00een via\u021ba mea
\nCu iubire \u0219i c\u0103ldur\u0103,
\nDintre flori, e cea mai rar\u0103.
\nEa-i so\u021bia mea. Comoar\u0103<\/p>\n

Lilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nE\u0219ti iubirea mea de-o via\u021b\u0103,
\nE\u0219ti un crin \u00eenflorit
\nCe \u00eemi lumineaz\u0103-n fa\u021b\u0103.
\nLilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nFloarea mea, \u00a0visarea mea,
\nC\u00e2t voi fi pe-acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u00cemi vei umple inima.<\/p>\n

Te iubesc at\u00e2t de mult,
\nNici cuvinte n-am de-ajuns,
\nTu e\u0219ti sensul vie\u021bii mele,
\nTu e\u0219ti dorul meu ascuns.<\/p>\n

Mi-ai d\u0103ruit\u00a0 frumo\u0219i copii,
\n\u0218i casa-i plin\u0103 de iubire,
\n\u0218i-ai f\u0103cut din zile pustii
\nO poveste de \u00eemplinire.<\/p>\n

Lilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nE\u0219ti iubirea mea de-o via\u021b\u0103,
\nE\u0219ti un crin \u00eenflorit
\nCe-mi lumineaz\u0103-n fa\u021b\u0103.
\nLilia, Lilia, Lilia,
\nFloarea mea, iubita mea,
\nC\u00e2t voi fi pe-acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u00cemi vei umple inima.<\/p>\n

Pentru tot ce mi-ai d\u0103ruit,<\/p>\n

Spun mereu \u201d\u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc\u201d
\n\u0218i a\u0219 alege iar \u0219i iar
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 tine s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n

Eu te ador f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\nTe-oi ubi a\u0219a \u00a0mereu,
\nE\u0219ti tot ce-n via\u021b\u0103 am iubit,
\nE\u0219ti darul de la Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

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Maria, Floare de Mai<\/strong><\/p>\n

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O floare-n cas\u0103-a r\u0103s\u0103rit ,
\n\u00cen via\u021ba noastr-a \u00eenflorit<\/p>\n

E fiica mea, fiica Maria<\/p>\n

Frumoas\u0103 cum e iasomia.<\/p>\n

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E pentru tata mare bucurie<\/p>\n

E cea mai scump\u0103 bog\u0103\u021bie<\/p>\n

E fiica mea, fiica Maria<\/p>\n

Cu ea \u00eencepe ve\u0219nicia.<\/p>\n

Maria, Maria, Maria,
\nTu e\u0219ti toat\u0103 bucuria,
\nE\u0219ti regina noastr\u0103 drag\u0103,
\n\u0218i e\u0219ti via\u021ba noastr-ntreag\u0103.<\/p>\n

Te ador\u0103m, te \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103m,
\n\u0218i \u00een inimi te p\u0103str\u0103m.<\/p>\n

Maria, copilul meu,
\nEu te voi iubi mereu.<\/p>\n

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Satul meu drag<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Iujnoe, satul meu iubit,
\nIujnoe, cu drag te-am \u00eendr\u0103git,
\nIujnoe, cu dor te voi c\u00e2nta,
\nOriunde voi ajunge, \u00een suflet te-oi purta.<\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 Vulc\u0103ne\u0219ti, \u00een vale,
\nSt\u0103 un sat cu oameni vrednici,
\nRom\u00e2ni, ucraineni \u0219i g\u0103g\u0103uzi,
\nUni\u021bi \u00een zile bune \u0219i-n necazuri.
\nCu ogoare roditoare,
\nCu livezi \u0219i holde-n soare,
\n\u0218i-au cl\u0103dit o nou\u0103 vatr\u0103,
\nPentru-ai lor copii de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Basarabia-n \u021bar\u0103
\nA intrat cu dor \u0219i rost,
\n\u00cen acte-ai fost trecut, odat\u0103,
\nTrub\u0103ie\u0219ti, precum ai fost.
\nAu trecut r\u0103zboaie, vremuri grele,
\nDar numele n-a pierit,
\nTrub\u0103ie\u0219ti, prin ele,
\n\u00cen amintire ai r\u0103mas, iubit.<\/p>\n

Trei limbi r\u0103sun\u0103-n vatr\u0103,
\nTrei izvoare de cuv\u00e2nt:
\nRom\u00e2na, rusa \u0219i g\u0103g\u0103uza
\nSe-mpletesc pe-acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nFiecare grai \u00ee\u0219i poart\u0103
\nR\u0103d\u0103cina \u0219i trecutul,
\nIar \u00een sat, de-o via\u021b\u0103-ntreag\u0103,
\nSe-mpletesc cu drag cuv\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd vara peste c\u00e2mp coboar\u0103,
\n\u0218i soarele arde-n zare,
\nHarbuji dulci se coc sub soare,
\nIar satul e \u00een s\u0103rb\u0103toare.
\nToamna, c\u00e2nd recolta vine,
\nSe umplu hambarele de rod,
\nPrin case-i p\u00e2ine \u0219i-i mai bine,
\nC\u0103 munca-i sf\u00e2nt\u0103 pentru-orice om.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd Hramul satului sose\u0219te,
\n\u0218i clopotul r\u0103sun\u0103 lin,
\nMaica Domnului te p\u0103ze\u0219te
\nSub Sf\u00e2ntul Ei Acoper\u0103m\u00e2nt divin.
\nSe-adun\u0103 oamenii-n credin\u021b\u0103,
\nCu rug\u0103ciune \u0219i cu dor,
\nIar fiecare cas\u0103 poart\u0103
\nSperan\u021ba-n zi din viitor.<\/p>\n

Iujnoe, Iujnoe, satul meu iubit,
\nIujnoe, Iujnoe, cu drag te-am \u00eendr\u0103git,
\nIujnoe, Iujnoe, cu dor te voi c\u00e2nta,
\nOriunde voi ajunge, \u00een suflet te-oi purtaa.<\/p>\n

Iujnoe, sat cu oameni vrednici,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi fie drumul luminat,
\nS\u0103 ai mereu copii \u0219i tineri,
\n\u0218i-un viitor \u00eembel\u0219ugat.
\nS\u0103-\u021bi fie casele-n lumin\u0103,
\nOgorul verde \u0219i bogat,
\nIar pacea \u00een vatr\u00ee s\u0103-\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103.
\nIujnoe, satul meu curat!<\/p>\n

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