tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20192261144200206512011-12-14T16:46:25.786-08:00...fiecare proscris se afla în căutarea unei invocaţii...Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-29125142969965418112007-10-07T14:21:00.000-07:002007-10-07T14:43:03.535-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/RwlS1R94rsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IQ-l2iSFDwM/s1600-h/if+only+you+would+look+back+at+me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118713526792793794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/RwlS1R94rsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IQ-l2iSFDwM/s400/if+only+you+would+look+back+at+me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ochii tai fără de seamăn<br />sunt frânghia de lumină pe care<br />inima mea în sandale<br />face exerciţii de abstragere<br />a cromaticii unei iubiri improbabile</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-2912514296996541811?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-778541820906779592007-10-07T14:11:00.000-07:002007-10-07T14:20:58.578-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/RwlNph94rrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4Ijw5g5hKzI/s1600-h/Land+of+Myths2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118707827371191986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/RwlNph94rrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4Ijw5g5hKzI/s400/Land+of+Myths2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>visul<br />ce doarme pe fundul unui lac<br />este visul de fericire pe care l-am avut<br /><br />nu-l treziţi<br />pentru a nu se destrăma!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-77854182090677959?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-75261940970442917522007-10-06T07:43:00.000-07:002007-10-08T05:46:42.318-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/RwetIh94rpI/AAAAAAAAADw/4Vkzpa0XkU8/s1600-h/The+Last+Road.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118249863598354066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/RwetIh94rpI/AAAAAAAAADw/4Vkzpa0XkU8/s400/The+Last+Road.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />un şir nesfârşit de cuvinte<br /><br />ameţitoare<br />învârtoşate<br />tropăie debusolate şi dezabuzate<br /><br />poticnindu-se în încrucişarea sensurilor<br />se <em>rost</em>Ogolesc<br />în necropola pieptului meu<br /><br />aşteptându-şi cuminţi învierea<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-7526194097044291752?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-31635157806286142772007-09-30T02:42:00.000-07:002007-10-08T05:47:54.382-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv9wTR94roI/AAAAAAAAADk/I5mQtMNNU5E/s1600-h/waiting2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115931178258968194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv9wTR94roI/AAAAAAAAADk/I5mQtMNNU5E/s400/waiting2.jpg" border="0" /></a> astăzi<br /><br />dimineaţă convalescentă<br />sub un cer lipsit de generozitate<br /><br />prin geamurile camerei sunt invadat de derizoriu:<br /><br />o capela cu fardurile întinse de ploaie<br />îşi plânge neconsolată perimarea<br />sub pavilionul de frunze al platanului albinos<br />îmbătrânit prematur<br /><br />un câine comunitar, locvace şi mizantrop, urmăreşte plictisit<br />retorica declamativă a panoului publicitar mitoman<br />ce încearcă fără speranţă să convingă oraşul<br />cu propria reţetă instant a fericirii eterne pântecos consumiste<br /><br />un fluture decrepit arestat de geamuri transpirate<br />ce-şi negociază destrămarea cu strigoii propriei istorii<br /><br />un chiştoc jilav plutind sordid în derivă<br />lângă cauciucurile sparte<br />ale unui scaun cu rotile diletant năpădit de regrete<br /><br />eu însumi<br />gândindu-mă la mine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-3163515780628614277?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-31940845978015036002007-09-29T11:47:00.001-07:002007-10-08T05:48:58.910-07:00departe de tine<br />lumea îmi pare un lagăr de prizonieri<br />împresurat de stele<br /><br />departe de tine<br />sunt un apatrid sufletesc<br />ce sub pleoapele grele ale cosmosului<br />încearcă să construiască o fortăreaţă lăuntrică<br />în care frumuseţea-ţi deznădăjduită să-şi afle refugiu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-3194084597801503600?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-21595082548051020102007-09-29T11:37:00.001-07:002007-10-06T16:49:03.098-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7FYR94rmI/AAAAAAAAADU/u98tH1FZp14/s1600-h/i.n.r.i.+reactor+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115743247669964386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7FYR94rmI/AAAAAAAAADU/u98tH1FZp14/s400/i.n.r.i.+reactor+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> din amvon se revarsă academisme<br /><br />fade şi plictisite cuvintele<br />se lipesc de bănci<br />adăstează în nodurile privirii<br /><br />o salvare resentimentară<br />este proclamată insidios<br /><br />paradoxal şi ineluctabil<br />Mântuirea<br />se prelinge balsamic pe inimi de piatră<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-2159508254805102010?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-81330248362844500222007-09-29T11:36:00.001-07:002007-10-06T16:59:00.210-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7MDB94rnI/AAAAAAAAADc/GqXhJ39y6As/s1600-h/holy+light2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115750579179138674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7MDB94rnI/AAAAAAAAADc/GqXhJ39y6As/s400/holy+light2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />există un interstiţiu<br />între promisiuni disimulate<br />şi adorare neprefăcută<br />unde locuieşti tu<br /><br />aici este habitatul<br />în care valsează frenetic inima mea<br />înlănţuită de tine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-8133024836284450022?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-33718989106167940352007-09-29T11:34:00.000-07:002007-10-08T05:48:38.139-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7Ewx94rlI/AAAAAAAAADM/RqGb4ziNiZc/s1600-h/Surreal+travels+in+the+House+of+the+Lord2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115742569065131602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7Ewx94rlI/AAAAAAAAADM/RqGb4ziNiZc/s400/Surreal+travels+in+the+House+of+the+Lord2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />unde este greutatea ta, doamne<br />în aerul rarefiat al sanctuarelor noastre?<br /><br /><br />deasupra trivialităţilor şi a interiorităţilor neancorate<br />până şi doar umbra duhului tău<br />ne zdrobeşte<br />cu extravaganţa fiinţei tale<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-3371898910616794035?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-52232974448732262562007-09-29T11:33:00.001-07:002007-10-06T09:20:05.929-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118258363338632866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rwe03R94rqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G3dFD-qW0Ko/s400/vestigiul.jpg" border="0" />la margine de timp antropofag,<br />noaptea<br />îşi prelinge ridurile pe carcasa<br />unui tren ce înaintează obosit<br /><br />descompus pe catafalcul clipei<br /><br />într-o lume desvrăjită<br />ce-şi deapănă alene<br />pseudo-descântecele<br /><br />privesc cu nedumerire<br />cel din urmă vestigiu al esteticii<br /><br />chipul tău<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-5223297444873226256?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-17589345386661750472007-09-29T11:30:00.001-07:002007-09-29T14:26:41.187-07:00<div>în mine<br />sase sori si găuri negre<br />dansează perihoretic şi neliniştit<br /><br />atârnat de semne de întrebare,<br />rezemat de cele ale mirării,<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7CWx94rjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TvaLyx_nzD0/s1600-h/a+place+for+peace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115739923365277234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="187" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv7CWx94rjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TvaLyx_nzD0/s400/a+place+for+peace.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a>între indoieli şi certitudini<br />îmi găsesc odihna numai în tine<br /><br />în tine<br />suspendat<br />între cer şi pământ</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-1758934538666175047?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-41128726369936530142007-09-29T11:15:00.000-07:002007-10-07T14:00:04.370-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv6usx94rYI/AAAAAAAAABk/7w0VunsAg_w/s1600-h/cain+and+abel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115718311089843586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv6usx94rYI/AAAAAAAAABk/7w0VunsAg_w/s320/cain+and+abel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />un timp decadent năpârleşte<br /><br />neispăşit şi cameleonic<br /> se preschimbă în gropi comune<br /> în care amintiri căzătoare<br /> putrezesc năzuind spre infinit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-4112872636993653014?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-29888183219377224962007-09-29T11:12:00.000-07:002007-09-29T13:56:57.899-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv68AR94rhI/AAAAAAAAACs/tleDBk4nP9A/s1600-h/Color+Palette.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115732939748453906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv68AR94rhI/AAAAAAAAACs/tleDBk4nP9A/s320/Color+Palette.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>o clipă fără durată<br />rotundă<br />şi fără compromis<br /><br />în culori aparent imposibile<br />se picteză nemurirea</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-2988818321937722496?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-78546885736205533362007-09-29T11:11:00.000-07:002007-10-07T14:04:43.729-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv61ex94rcI/AAAAAAAAACE/6vrtSL2fg1Y/s1600-h/She+didn%27t+even+say+goodbye....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115725767153069506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv61ex94rcI/AAAAAAAAACE/6vrtSL2fg1Y/s320/She+didn%27t+even+say+goodbye....jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Singurătatea este tot ce ne uneşte<br />Este podul pe care ne dăm întâlnire.<br /><br />Nevăzuto<br /> Nu întârzia!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-7854688573620553336?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-51595412450081584092007-09-29T10:41:00.001-07:002007-10-08T05:50:10.600-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv629R94reI/AAAAAAAAACU/RvzQEzX9r9A/s1600-h/us.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115727390650707426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv629R94reI/AAAAAAAAACU/RvzQEzX9r9A/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>fragilitatea chipului tau<br />îşi estompează prezenţa<br />pe ecranul memoriei<br />ce visează cu tristeţe<br />la <em>persistenţă</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-5159541245008158409?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-4999091155284557472007-09-29T10:36:00.001-07:002007-10-17T23:09:57.957-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv66jR94rgI/AAAAAAAAACk/m7MmonOaeDM/s1600-h/together+but+separated.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115731342020619778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv66jR94rgI/AAAAAAAAACk/m7MmonOaeDM/s320/together+but+separated.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>în miez de vară<br />eu plec, tu rămâi:<br />două întomnări</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-499909115528455747?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-39425723426338096822007-09-29T10:33:00.001-07:002007-10-08T05:50:48.650-07:00pe creasta unui val plutind în neant<br />părul tău mişcat de umărul greu al mării<br />mă cuprinde<br />precum o corabie prăbuşită asupra ei înseşi<br /><br />iar eu ma cufund<br />în noi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-3942572342633809682?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-12101332726197392562007-09-29T10:28:00.000-07:002007-09-29T13:46:29.382-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv65iR94rfI/AAAAAAAAACc/wKIm3Y_f3sI/s1600-h/acordeon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115730225329122802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv65iR94rfI/AAAAAAAAACc/wKIm3Y_f3sI/s320/acordeon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>la capătul străzii Ulpia Traiana<br />vara îşi decantează poemele absurde<br />iar acordeoanele săracilor<br />intonează cu prefăcătorie<br />romanţa unei iubiri ce a uitat sa vină</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-1210133272619739256?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-59802258685329326172007-09-29T10:21:00.000-07:002007-10-08T05:51:20.172-07:00aşternut la liziera unui paradis pierdut<br />un leopard<br />mirosind a pierzare<br />mesteca dezgustat<br />primejdiile unei morale fragmentate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-5980225868532932617?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-42028572890797371172007-09-29T10:13:00.001-07:002007-10-07T13:45:28.699-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv6zUR94rbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GgMX2PVSvY4/s1600-h/standing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115723387741187506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv6zUR94rbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GgMX2PVSvY4/s320/standing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>îmi plac oamenii<br /><br />oamenii<br />ce vârfuri de lance-nghit cu pieptul<br /><br />oamenii<br />care-n refluxul zorilor<br />apun<br />în picioarele goale</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-4202857289079737117?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019226114420020651.post-92197709054056134542007-09-29T10:11:00.000-07:002007-10-08T05:52:46.456-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115726377038425554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7wfB0jABfQ/Rv62CR94rdI/AAAAAAAAACM/bmhmgNObCWw/s320/Watching+the+world+go+by2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div>îmi plac oamenii<br /><br />oamenii<br />chiar si când viermuiesc </div><div>cu pălaria-ntinsă<br /><br />oamenii<br />care şi cu efigia ştearsa îşi amintesc<br />că valoarea nu se obţine plătind</div><div>din arginţii conştiinţei</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019226114420020651-9219770905405613454?l=invocatii.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marius Hadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02611300015402975467noreply@blogger.com0