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Unele dintre aceste texte au fost scrise demult, altele s-au peste ni\u0219te ani. Cele mai vechi au stat mult timp \u00een sertarul meu, a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-\u0219i, poate, clipa, poate omul care le va citit, poate pe\u00a0 ine a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-m\u0103. Le-am p\u0103strat \u00een lini\u0219te, \u00eentre g\u00e2nduri, amintiri \u0219i emo\u021bii. Acum am sim\u021bit c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 le scot la lumin\u0103.
\nPoate c\u0103 unele dintre ele trebuiau s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 acolo. Poate c\u0103 altele meritau s\u0103 fie citite. Cine poate spune? De aceea, le las \u00een m\u00e2inile voastre, ale cititorilor. Voi sunte\u021bi cei care pute\u021bi aprecia dac\u0103 aceste r\u00e2nduri au valoare, dac\u0103 transmit ceva, dac\u0103 ating o coard\u0103 a sufletului.
\nNu sunt Creang\u0103 \u0219i nici Vieru. \u0218i nici nu are rost s\u0103 le port numele\u00eencerc s\u0103 fiu. Ei au fost \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2n marii no\u0219tri scriitori, oameni care au \u0219tiut s\u0103 transforme cuv\u00e2ntul \u00een art\u0103 \u0219i sufletul \u00een literatur\u0103.
\nEu doar \u00eenv\u0103\u021b. \u00cenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103 privesc, s\u0103 simt \u0219i s\u0103 spun ceea ce v\u0103d prin cuvintele mele. Mi-ar fi pl\u0103cut, desigur, s\u0103 pot scrie ca ei. Dar fiecare om are drumul s\u0103u, vocea sa \u0219i felul s\u0103u de a privi lumea.
\nSuntem diferi\u021bi \u0219i privim diferit asupra vie\u021bii. \u00a0Iar poate tocmai aceast\u0103 diferen\u021b\u0103 face ca fiecare poveste s\u0103 merite spus\u0103.
\nA\u0219a c\u0103 deschid sertarul \u0219i las aceste texte s\u0103 ias\u0103 la lumin\u0103. Nu le prezint ca pe ni\u0219te capodopere, ci ca pe ni\u0219te buc\u0103\u021bi din sufletul meu, adunate de-a lungul anilor.
\nIar dac\u0103, citindu-le, ve\u021bi g\u0103si \u00eentr-un vers o amintire, \u00eentr-un g\u00e2nd o emo\u021bie sau \u00eentr-o poveste ceva care v\u0103 seam\u0103n\u0103, atunci \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ele \u0219i-au g\u0103sit rostul.
\nV\u0103 mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 le citi\u021bi. Iar judecata, de aceast\u0103 dat\u0103, v\u0103 apar\u021bine.<\/p>\n

Cu mult drag, Noie Rotaru<\/strong><\/p>\n

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DANIEL, DANIEL \u2014 FECIORUL MEU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hai, rom\u00e2ni, s\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103m cu drag,
\nDespre-un fecior ce-l avem \u00een prag,
\nDespre-un copil mult a\u0219teptat,
\nCe casa noastr\u0103 a luminat,
\nN\u0103scut sub cerul cel dorit,
\nFeciorul nostru cel iubit.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd \u00een decembrie, prin nea,
\nB\u0103iatul nostru se n\u0103\u0219tea,
\n\u00cen casa noastr\u0103, \u00eentr-o zi,
\nUn glas de prunc se auzi.
\nMult l-am dorit \u0219i l-am visat,
\nCu drag \u00een bra\u021be l-am purtat,
\nFiind al nostru prim fecior,
\nCrescut cu dragoste \u0219i dor.<\/p>\n

Daniel, Daniel, dragul meu,
\nDaniel, Daniel, fiul meu!
\nDaniel, Daniel, prunc iubit,
\nS\u0103 fii \u00een via\u021b\u0103 fericit!
\nDaniel, Daniel, z\u00e2mbitor,
\nS\u0103 ai un drum ocrotitor!
\nDaniel, Daniel, prin\u021b al meu,
\nS\u0103 fii cu noi \u00een g\u00e2nd mereu!<\/p>\n

Ai fost \u00eent\u00e2iul nostru fiu,
\nUn dar ceresc \u0219i pur, \u0219i viu,
\n\u0218i printre fete-n dinastie,
\nTu ai adus o bucurie.
\nUnicul prin\u021b \u00eentre nepoate,
\nIubit de noi \u0219i mame toate,
\nC\u00e2nd ap\u0103reai cu-al t\u0103u sur\u00e2s,
\n\u00cen orice cas\u0103 soarele-a r\u00e2s.<\/p>\n

Au trecut anii, ai crescut,
\nPe drumul t\u0103u ai \u00eenceput,
\nDin copila\u0219ul mic de-alt\u0103dat\u2019,
\nAi devenit un om b\u0103rbat.
\nS\u0103 mergi mereu cu fruntea sus,
\nPe drumul drept de Domnul pus,
\nIar de-o fi greu \u0219i-ai s\u0103 mai cazi,
\nS\u0103 te ridici mai demn ca azi.<\/p>\n

Iar dac\u0103 via\u021ba-i uneori
\nCu ploi, cu v\u00e2nt \u0219i cu ninsori,
\nS\u0103 nu ui\u021bi, fiule, nicic\u00e2nd:
\nNoi te p\u0103str\u0103m \u00een suflet, bl\u00e2nd.
\nOriunde via\u021ba te-a purtat,
\nIubirea noastr\u0103 n-a \u00eencetat,
\nC\u0103ci pentru mam\u0103 \u0219i de tat\u0103,
\nCopilul nu se uit\u0103-o dat\u0103.<\/p>\n

NOE, NOI\u021a\u0102, NOI\u0218OR (Varianta de petrecere)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noe, Noi\u021b\u0103, Noi\u0219or,
\nHai la joc \u0219i hai cu spor!
\nNoe, Noi\u021b\u0103, Noi\u0219or,
\nS\u0103 bem vinul p\u00e2n\u0103-n zori!
\nNoe, Noi\u021b\u0103, nume drag,
\nS\u0103 ai noroc la tine-n prag!
\nE un nume minunat,
\nDe p\u0103rin\u021bi binecuv\u00e2ntat.<\/p>\n

Noe, Noi\u021b\u0103, Noi\u0219or,
\nNume curat \u0219i plin de dor.
\nC\u00e2nd r\u0103sun\u0103 glasul lor:
\n\u201eHai, Noi\u021b\u0103, Noi\u0219or!\u201d
\nSe adun\u0103 to\u021bi la mas\u0103,
\nCu voie bun\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103.
\nStrig\u0103 m\u00e2ndrele-n uli\u021b\u0103,
\nDup\u0103 Noe \u0219i Noi\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Noi\u0219or, cu pas u\u0219or,
\nVesel, m\u00e2ndru, iubitor.
\nUnde un Noe p\u0103\u0219e\u0219te,
\nParc\u0103 satul \u00eenflore\u0219te.
\nSe ridic\u0103 iar paharul:
\n\u201eNoe drag, s\u0103-\u021bi treac\u0103 amarul!\u201d
\nCas\u0103 bun\u0103, mas\u0103 plin\u0103,
\nVia\u021ba voastr\u0103 \u00een lumin\u0103!<\/p>\n

So\u021bie drag\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 voi,
\nCopii frumo\u0219i ca ni\u0219te flori.
\nOm \u00eemplinit \u0219i fericit,
\nDe cei din jur mereu iubit.
\nC\u00e2nd e hram \u0219i s\u0103rb\u0103toare,
\nS\u0103 r\u0103sune \u00een fanfare!
\nS\u0103 ciocnim paharul plin,
\nPentru Noe \u0219i-un bun vin!<\/p>\n

NOE, NOI\u021a\u0102, NOI\u0218OR (Varianta liric\u0103 \u2014 Noie din Telene\u0219ti)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din vremuri vechi, de peste veac,
\nUn nume drag r\u0103m\u00e2ne-n prag,
\nC\u0103ci Noe-a fost om credincios,
\nUn om drept, bun \u0219i curajos.
\nNoe, Noi\u021b\u0103, Noi\u0219or,
\nNume curat \u0219i plin de dor,
\nNoe, Noi\u021b\u0103, b\u0103ie\u021bel,
\nS\u0103 cre\u0219ti curat \u0219i m\u00e2ndru\u021bel!<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd mama mi-a ales un nume,
\nN-a fost o simpl\u0103 vorb\u0103-n lume;
\nMi-a pus \u00een suflet, cu iubire,
\nCredin\u021b\u0103, dragoste, cinstire.
\nC\u00e2nd eram mic, ea \u00eemi spunea:
\n\u201eHai, m\u0103i Noi\u021b\u0103, la mama!\u201d
\nIar c\u00e2nd f\u0103ceam ceva cu spor,
\n\u00cemi zicea bl\u00e2nd: \u201eM\u0103i, Noi\u0219or!\u201d<\/p>\n

Au trecut anii, am crescut,
\n\u0218i Noie lumea m-a numit;
\nDar glasul mamei \u00eel p\u0103strez,
\n\u00cen amintire-l venerez.
\nNoie din Telene\u0219ti eu sunt,
\nCu r\u0103d\u0103cini \u00een acest p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nAcolo mi-a r\u0103mas \u00een prag
\nCopil\u0103ria \u0219i-al meu drag.<\/p>\n

Iar tuturor ce poart\u0103-un nume,
\nLe dorim binele din lume,
\nS\u0103-l poarte demn, cu cinste-n zori:
\nNoe, Noi\u021b\u0103, Noi\u0219or!
\nC\u0103ci numele nu-i doar un nume,
\nCi r\u0103d\u0103cina ta pe lume;
\nE glas de mam\u0103, e-al ei dor \u2014
\nNoie din Telene\u0219ti, fecior!<\/p>\n

DOR PE ECRAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tu e\u0219ti acolo, eu sunt tot aici,
\nNe-a desp\u0103r\u021bit al vie\u021bii aspru drum.
\nStr\u00e2ngi pentru noi b\u0103nu\u021bi dintr-un servici\u2019,
\n\u0218i ne vedem doar prin ecran acum.<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u021bi curg pe chip m\u0103nunchiuri de sclipiri,
\nIar eu suspin c\u00e2nd pl\u00e2nsul \u021bi-l aud,
\nSuntem departe, prin\u0219i \u00een amintiri,
\nSub cerul \u021b\u0103rii, uneori mai nud.<\/p>\n

Seara, c\u00e2nd telefonul sun\u0103 lung,
\nEu \u0219tiu c\u0103 iar fa\u021ba o s\u0103-\u021bi rev\u0103d.
\nCu g\u00e2ndul mii de leghe o s\u0103 alung,
\nS\u0103 nu l\u0103s\u0103m \u00een suflete pr\u0103p\u0103d.<\/p>\n

Tu-mi spui c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi e dor, c\u0103 ai plecat
\nCa s\u0103 ne construim un viitor,
\nNu ne-am dorit acest destin ciudat,
\nDar dragostea ne e alin \u0219i spor.<\/p>\n

Iar c\u00e2nd se las\u0103 noaptea peste pat,
\nTe caut pe ecranul luminat,
\n\u0218i simt c\u0103 m\u00e2na ta m-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat,
\nDe\u0219i e\u0219ti obosit \u0219i dep\u0103rtat.<\/p>\n

Chiar de-ai plecat la cap\u0103tul lumii,
\nEu tot te str\u00e2ng \u00een bra\u021be \u00eentr-un g\u00e2nd.
\nIubirea n-are grani\u021be de-a lungul ei,
\nEa ne va \u021bine str\u00e2n\u0219i, pe am\u00e2ndoi, pe r\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

TRISTE\u021aE DE BUCURIE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E trist \u00een curte, p\u00e2n\u0103-n zare,
\nDar tu mai c\u00e2nt\u0103, l\u0103utare!
\nRece-i \u00een suflet, vremea-i grea,
\nIa tot, dar las\u0103-mi dragostea!<\/p>\n

Un m\u0103ce\u0219 ro\u0219u la fereastr\u0103,
\nBate un dor \u00een casa noastr\u0103,
\nM\u0103ce\u0219 din neamul cel mai sf\u00e2nt,
\nCa \u0219i Moldova pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

O familie sf\u00e2nt\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 mas\u0103,
\nUn drum b\u0103tut ce duce-acas\u0103,
\nO mare dragoste de via\u021b\u0103,
\nMoldova mea \u2014 dulce speran\u021b\u0103!<\/p>\n

De ce pl\u00e2ngi, inim\u0103, mai tare?
\nS\u0103 c\u00e2nte struna \u00een vibrare!
\nO pic\u0103tur\u0103 de amar
\nNu ne va stinge-al vie\u021bii har.<\/p>\n

Toarn\u0103, feti\u021b\u0103, vin \u00een can\u0103,
\nS\u0103 vindec\u0103m oricare ran\u0103,
\nS\u0103 uit\u0103m tot ce e complice,
\nSub cerul patriei ferice.<\/p>\n

Iar c\u00e2nd m\u0103 prinde somnul greu,
\nM\u0103-ntorc cu g\u00e2ndul \u00een satul meu,
\nLa prim\u0103vara din livad\u0103,
\nUnde Moldova st\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103.<\/p>\n

DAN, DAN, D\u0102NU\u021a<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe \u021b\u0103rmul m\u0103rii, \u00eentr-o sear\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd soarele-asfin\u021bea \u00een zare,
\nSt\u0103team cu D\u0103nu\u021b, m\u00e2n\u0103-n m\u00e2n\u0103,
\nSub luna alb\u0103 \u0219i senin\u0103.
\nValul ne m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia u\u0219or,
\nIar noi visam la viitor,
\n\u0218i Mediterana ne \u0219optea
\nC\u0103 dragostea nu va pleca.<\/p>\n

Dan, Dan, D\u0103nu\u021b al meu,
\nTe strig\u0103 marea-n larg mereu,
\nDaniel, iubirea mea,
\nPe \u021b\u0103rm te-a\u0219tept, nu m\u0103 uita!
\nDan, Dan, D\u0103nu\u021b, iubit,
\nTe chem cu sufletul uimit,
\nDaniel, \u00eentoarce-te,
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine!<\/p>\n

A venit clipa grea, a serii,
\nCu lacrimi, semne-ale durerii,
\nNe-am str\u00e2ns \u00een bra\u021be plini de dor,
\n\u0218i ne-am promis un viitor.
\nMi-ai str\u00e2ns m\u00e2na \u0219i ai \u0219optit:
\n\u201eIubirea mea, nu te-am min\u021bit!\u201d
\nApoi ai mers \u00eencet spre larg,
\nP\u0103str\u00e2nd \u00een ochi chipul meu drag.<\/p>\n

De-atunci privesc mereu spre mare,
\nC\u00e2nd soarele apune-n zare,
\n\u0218i caut chipul t\u0103u \u00een larg,
\nPrintre cor\u0103bii \u0219i pe prag.
\nIar fiecare val ce vine
\n\u00cemi spune c\u0103 te-ntorci la mine,
\nC\u0103 dragostea ce ne-a unit
\nN-are pe lume un sf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n

DIN MAR\u0218INE\u021aI <\/strong><\/p>\n

Toat\u0103 lumea-i pe ring, basul bate \u00een piept,
\nDrumul meu spre cas\u0103 e mereu cel drept.
\nPrintre codri de fagi \u0219i poteci de argint,
\nAud ritmul str\u0103vechi ce pe to\u021bi ne-a cuprins.<\/p>\n

La Mar\u0219ine\u021bi \u00een sat, muzica e un foc,
\nUnde fete \u0219i b\u0103ie\u021bi se adun\u0103 la loc.
\nTr\u00e2mbi\u021ba sun\u0103 lung, vioara pl\u00e2nge cu dor,
\n\u0218i porne\u0219te o s\u00e2rb\u0103 de r\u0103sun\u0103 \u00een nori!<\/p>\n

Scutur\u0103-\u021bi pasul bine, strig\u0103-n noapte cu haz,
\nS\u0103 uit\u0103m de necaz, s\u0103 uit\u0103m de obraz!
\nDe la bunici l\u0103sat, dansul curge prin noi,
\nRitmul din Mar\u0219ine\u021bi ne ridic\u0103 pe am\u00e2ndoi!<\/p>\n

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LA MUL\u021aI ANI, DAR NU VOU\u0102, M\u0102!<\/p>\n

La mul\u021bi ani, dar nu vou\u0103,
\nDoar mie, c\u0103-i ziua mea!
\nAzi schimb prefixul, lume nou\u0103,
\n\u0218i, culmea, chiar nu-mi pare r\u0103u de ea!
\nIeri eram la patruzeci,
\nAzi cincizeci scrie-n buletin.
\nNu-i chiar motiv s\u0103 m\u0103 petreci,
\nDar nici s\u0103-mi faci parastas, pu\u021bin!
\nUnii zic c\u0103-mb\u0103tr\u00e2nesc,
\nEu zic c\u0103 prind valoare.
\nSunt ca vinul \u0103la scump,
\n\u021ainut bine la p\u0103strare!
\nNu sunt soarele pe cerul
\nNim\u0103nui, asta o \u0219tiu,
\nDar dac\u0103 tot v\u0103 stau \u00een g\u00e2t,
\n\u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 sunt viu!
\nAm \u0219i fire albe-acum,
\nDar le port cu demnitate.
\nRidurile spun pove\u0219ti,
\nNu c\u0103-s gata de pensie, frate!
\nLa cincizeci nu schimb nimic,
\nDoar prefixul, s\u0103 se \u0219tie.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2n acela\u0219i om simpatic,
\nCu ceva mai mult\u0103 experien\u021b\u0103\u2026 \u0219i chef de nebunie!
\nA\u0219a c\u0103 ridic paharul,
\nPentru mine, s\u0103n\u0103tate!
\nCincizeci de ani? S\u0103 fie!
\nDe-acum \u00eencepe partea bun\u0103 din povestea mea, oameni buni!<\/p>\n

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Irinarh, cuviosul nostru duhovnic!<\/strong><\/p>\n

De la Fras\u00e2n a pornit \u00een lume,
\nCu Domnul Sf\u00e2nt \u00een g\u00e2nd mereu,
\nL\u0103s\u00e2nd p\u0103rin\u021bi \u0219i tot ce-i drag,
\nCa s\u0103-I slujeasc\u0103 lui Dumnezeu.
\nLa C\u0103priana, cu credin\u021b\u0103,
\nA \u00eenceput sf\u00e2nta ascultare,
\nCu rug\u0103ciune \u0219i c\u0103in\u021b\u0103,
\nP\u0103\u0219ind pe calea spre-nchinare.
\nPrin Japca \u0219i Saharna-a mers,
\nCu dor de Domnul \u0219i credin\u021b\u0103,
\nIar Dumnezeu l-a \u00een\u021beles,
\nC\u0103-L slujea cu umilin\u021b\u0103.
\nLa Nicolaeuca, l\u00e2ng\u0103 Curchi,
\n\u00cen Hirova, printre codri verzi,
\n\u00cenal\u021b\u0103 rugi spre ceruri,
\nAlin\u0103 suflete c\u00e2nd pierzi.
\nCu bl\u00e2nde\u021be \u0219i cu mil\u0103,
\nCu suflet mare \u0219i curat,
\nEl ne aduce-n suflet tihn\u0103,
\n\u0218i ne \u00eendrum\u0103 ne-ncetat.<\/p>\n

Irinarh, Irinarh,
\nScumpul \u0219i dragul nostru duhovnic,
\nTu ne e\u0219ti sprijin, tu ne e\u0219ti scut,
\nOm cu suflet bl\u00e2nd \u0219i bun!
\nIrinarh, Irinarh,
\nFie Domnul ocrotitor,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi dea s\u0103n\u0103tate, pace,
\n\u0218i credin\u021b\u0103, har \u0219i spor!
\n\u00cen ziua c\u00e2nd octombrie-nflore\u0219te,
\nC\u00e2nd toamna-\u0219i cerne frunza lin,
\n\u00ce\u021bi spunem \u201eLa mul\u021bi ani!\u201d cu dragoste,
\nCu s\u0103n\u0103tate \u0219i cu har divin!
\n\u00ce\u021bi dorim ani mul\u021bi, cu soare,
\nMult\u0103 pace \u0219i evlavie,
\nDomnul s\u0103-\u021bi fie ocrotire,
\nIzvor de har \u0219i bucurie!
\nSub aripa-I ocrotitoare,
\nDumnezeu s\u0103 te p\u0103zeasc\u0103,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi dea via\u021b\u0103 roditoare,
\nIar credin\u021ba s\u0103-\u021bi sporeasc\u0103!<\/p>\n

Irinarh, Irinarh,
\nScumpul \u0219i dragul nostru duhovnic,
\nTu ne e\u0219ti sprijin, tu ne e\u0219ti scut,
\nOm cu suflet bl\u00e2nd \u0219i bun!
\nIrinarh, Irinarh,
\nDomnul fie-al t\u0103u ocrotitor,
\nS\u0103-\u021bi dea s\u0103n\u0103tate, pace,
\n\u0218i credin\u021b\u0103, har \u0219i spor!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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