Glosa e un tip de poem cu form\u0103 fix\u0103 care \u015fi-a cunoscut gloria la curtea Spaniei, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu secolul al XIV-lea. Exist\u0103 o strof\u0103 ini\u0163ial\u0103 (cabeza), cu versurile ABCD, apoi se scriu c\u00e2te patru strofe al c\u0103ror ultim vers e A, B, C \u015fi respectiv D \u015fi se \u00eencheie cu strofa ini\u0163ial\u0103, cu versurile \u00een ordine r\u0103sturnat\u0103.\u00a0DCBA.<\/p>\n
\u015ei ideal e ca totul s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 coerent \u00een tot acest joc. \u015ei s\u0103 mai \u015fi transmit\u0103 o emo\u0163ie.<\/p>\n
Dar pentru c\u0103 Eminescu a f\u0103cut-o cu opt versuri ini\u0163iale (ABCDEFGH), opt strofe intermediare \u015fi strofa final\u0103 cu cele opt versuri \u00een ordine r\u0103sturnat\u0103 (HGFEDCBA) perfect coerente, am decis s\u0103 merg pe m\u00e2na bardului na\u0163ional.<\/p>\n
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Glos\u0103 (\u00cen noaptea iubirii mele…)<\/p>\n
de Lorena Lupu<\/p>\n
\u00cen noaptea iubirii mele Nu \u015ftiu care e c\u0103rarea, Apoi vii tu, deodat\u0103, Vii prea rar \u015fi te alung\u0103 Eu te caut \u00een pocal Apoi pleci din nou, \u00een tromb\u0103 A\u015f vrea doar s\u0103 fii cu mine \u015ei a mai trecut o via\u0163\u0103, \u015ei eterna ironie Glod, ocar\u0103 \u015fi venin Glosa e un tip de poem cu form\u0103 fix\u0103 care \u015fi-a cunoscut gloria la curtea Spaniei, \u00eencep\u00e2nd cu secolul al XIV-lea. Exist\u0103 o strof\u0103...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":10713,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10705","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-spicy"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/lorenalupu.jpg?fit=960%2C640&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10705","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10705"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10705\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10720,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10705\/revisions\/10720"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10705"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10705"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10705"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTu e\u015fti singura lumin\u0103
\nCea mai cald\u0103 dintre stele
\nTu, cea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u015fi senin\u0103.
\nEu cad ve\u015fnic \u00een p\u0103cate
\nVr\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0163i dau al meu preaplin.
\n\u00cemi sunt drumurile toate
\nGlod, ocar\u0103 \u015fi venin. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nM\u0103 tot pierd \u00een labirint.
\nM\u0103 sf\u00e2\u015fie remu\u015fcarea,
\nM\u0103 trezesc \u015fi iar m\u0103 mint.
\nAzi iubesc, m\u00e2ine sunt rece,
\nStr\u0103bat poduri \u015fi tunele.
\nTotul se surp\u0103 \u015fi trece
\n\u00cen noaptea iubirii mele.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNu m-anun\u0163i, nu m\u0103 previi.
\n\u00cemi iei m\u00e2na tremurat\u0103
\nMi-o \u00eempingi la simfonii,
\nTu, muz\u0103 de nic\u0103ierea,
\nAlter ego \u015fi str\u0103in\u0103,
\n\u00cemi transfigurezi durerea.
\nTu e\u015fti singura lumin\u0103. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nOrice glas vampirizant.
\n\u015ei nu poate s\u0103 te-ajung\u0103
\nPasul meu cel ezitant.
\n\u00cemi pretinzi singur\u0103tate,
\nM\u0103 supui la cazne grele,
\nDar c\u00e2nd e\u015fti, e\u015fti peste toate,
\nCea mai cald\u0103 dintre stele. <\/em><\/p>\n
\n\u015ei \u00een orice fl\u0103c\u0103ruie,
\nTu m\u0103 lepezi \u00een canal
\n\u015ei m\u0103 la\u015fi s\u0103 dorm pe cuie.
\nDoar c\u00e2nd m\u0103 vezi \u00een ruine
\n\u00cemi \u00eentinzi o m\u00e2n\u0103 lin\u0103
\n\u015ei m\u0103 iei \u00een vals cu tine
\nTu, cea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u015fi senin\u0103. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nNu \u00eemi spui unde te duci.
\nIar eu tic\u0103i ca o bomb\u0103
\nSemilun\u0103 printre cruci.
\nLipsa ta m-azv\u00e2rle-n strad\u0103,
\n\u00cen h\u0103uri \u00eentunecate.
\nC\u00e2nd m\u0103 la\u015fi mul\u0163imii prad\u0103
\nEu cad ve\u015fnic \u00een p\u0103cate. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nS\u0103 m-aju\u0163i s\u0103 ard mereu.
\n\u015ei s\u0103 mor f\u0103r\u0103 ru\u015fine
\nC-am f\u0103cut tot ce pot eu.
\nDe ce vii \u015fi pleci \u00een valuri
\nTu, ba zbucium, ba suspin?
\nM\u0103 la\u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 fr\u00e2ng de maluri
\nVr\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0163i dau al meu preaplin. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nAlt\u0103 moarte i-a urmat.
\n\u015ei destinu-mi de paia\u0163\u0103,
\nPrea rar l-ai \u00eennobilat.
\n\u00cemi trimi\u0163i prea mult balast.
\nSpecimene e\u015fuate.
\nR\u0103t\u0103ciri f\u0103r\u0103 de fast
\n\u00cemi sunt drumurile toate. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nE c\u0103 exi\u015fti prin mine doar.
\nEu sunt forma ta cea vie
\nTu, spiritul cel fugar.
\nIar f\u0103r\u0103 mine pieri \u00een turm\u0103.
\n\u00cen infinitul lumii chin.
\n\u015ei ce r\u0103m\u00e2ne-apoi \u00een urm\u0103?
\nGlod, ocar\u0103 \u015fi venin.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n\u00cemi sunt drumurile toate.
\nVr\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0163i dau al meu preaplin,
\nEu cad ve\u015fnic \u00een p\u0103cate.
\nTu, cea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u015fi senin\u0103
\nCea mai cald\u0103 dintre stele
\nTu e\u015fti singura lumin\u0103
\n\u00cen noaptea iubirii mele. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"