tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.comments2009-09-02T18:48:30.262+03:00Ioan Ivaşcuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945982007427687211ivascu.ioan@gmail.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-83563560901708132742009-09-02T18:48:30.262+03:002009-09-02T18:48:30.262+03:00Chiar o sa ne fie tare dor de tine.Ne vom rula si derula intr-un nou an scolar si nu o sa stim ce lipseste - Johny -teofilianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-76447486811950489722009-08-20T23:52:54.753+03:002009-08-20T23:52:54.753+03:00In prima fotografie sunt chiar profetii de la Sacel! Judecand dupa locul din care ai facut fotografia eram pe aproape si eu. Pacat ca nu ne-am intalnit! A fost tare frumos la Moisei anul acesta!Dana Gradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12565750222231376919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-23045358265817684342009-08-16T13:50:26.884+03:002009-08-16T13:50:26.884+03:00E bine că încercăm să păstrăm tradiţiile... Am senzaţia că până la urmă le vom pierde pe drum, dacă nu suntem atenţi...Cristian Lisandruhttp://chris39.bloggerul.ro/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-37093118200054977992009-07-28T14:05:16.021+03:002009-07-28T14:05:16.021+03:00Constrângerile mai ales dau un semn de punctuatie interesant, ca o concluzie.Călinhttp://www.calinhera.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-33490905987336987702009-07-25T01:29:33.871+03:002009-07-25T01:29:33.871+03:00ca dor mai imi era de poeziebartlebyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018023130546655308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-28004445791455271082009-07-08T07:59:54.326+03:002009-07-08T07:59:54.326+03:00scurt si la obiect... frumos!bosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08505796088345670266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-27335097617873121262009-06-25T22:20:26.083+03:002009-06-25T22:20:26.083+03:00pe pictor, ca și pe poet,<br />trainica operǎ-l refuzǎ,<br />dacǎ talentul sǎu latent<br />nu este fecundat de-o muzǎIoan Ivaşcuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945982007427687211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-79533676746733318942009-06-25T21:01:50.758+03:002009-06-25T21:01:50.758+03:00si nu uita, prea tinere poet,<br />ȋn realitate, ȋn portret<br />graficianul pune mult efect<br />ca sǎ-l flateze pe poetPrietenul Aurelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-72864565757326266422009-06-25T20:57:11.015+03:002009-06-25T20:57:11.015+03:00temei pe-a pictorilor adecvare<br />n-aș pune, cȃnd noi știm<br />cǎ pe femei puțin atrǎgǎtoare<br />cu un condei ne fac sǎ le dorimPrietenul Aurelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-36884933518142697352009-06-25T20:06:56.216+03:002009-06-25T20:06:56.216+03:00dar mǎiestria celui care <br />cu har m-a imortalizat<br />posibilǎ ar fi fost oare<br />fǎrǎ modelul adecvat?Ioan Ivaşcuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945982007427687211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-60243750723035491172009-06-25T19:21:06.431+03:002009-06-25T19:21:06.431+03:00nu e minciunǎ cele ce ne spui,<br />cǎci de te uitǎ muza cǎreia i te supui,<br />și versul ȋn tǎcere ți-e imobilizat<br />rǎmȃne martor mǎiestria celui ce te-a imortalizatPrietenul Aurelhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HOIRnbb0XEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-57368691890843744842009-06-25T19:06:41.592+03:002009-06-25T19:06:41.592+03:00n-oi fi etern, dar, faptu-i cert,<br />capul meu tandru, de poet<br />vesel, ursuz, ȋntunecat<br />e, iatǎ, imortalizatIoan Ivaşcuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945982007427687211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-83154911499663934312009-06-25T18:43:15.045+03:002009-06-25T18:43:15.045+03:00poet ai fost, poet eşti încă <br /> şi-i fi (atât)cât porţi în cârcă <br /> un cap ca &#39;cela din desen <br /> că doar nu-i fi fiind eternPrietenul Aurelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-49495611855948262512009-06-13T22:24:15.553+03:002009-06-13T22:24:15.553+03:00Multumesc.Ioan Ivaşcuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945982007427687211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-13853804026639100292009-06-13T10:22:49.863+03:002009-06-13T10:22:49.863+03:00Sunt foarte placut impresionata sa descopar asa o poezie frumoasa aici...Felicitari.maria postuhttp://mariapostu.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-10389000754148619582009-06-03T12:10:09.297+03:002009-06-03T12:10:09.297+03:00foarte faina melodia..Florinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07735770407457457055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-9587964387102270482009-05-21T11:14:39.300+03:002009-05-21T11:14:39.300+03:00Mereu găsesc la tine versuri surprinzătoare, metafore iscusite, rime plăcute auzului. <br /><br />„ca o-nviere necesară”<br /><br />„într-un vers de os domnesc<br />înfăsurându-te, să cresc”<br /><br />sunt de tinut minteCălinhttp://www.calinhera.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-1465736075867165182009-05-19T11:52:00.000+03:002009-05-19T11:52:00.000+03:00Eu i-as fi pus titlu, i-as fi zis „femeie”. Faină poezie!Călinhttp://www.calinhera.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-54731210108271188842009-05-18T22:46:00.000+03:002009-05-18T22:46:00.000+03:00nu e chiar haiku, ca nu respecta numarul de silabe: 5-7-5. Multumesc pentru comentariile elogioase.Ioan Ivaşcuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945982007427687211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-2211151201050027252009-05-18T18:35:00.000+03:002009-05-18T18:35:00.000+03:00Frumos! Atat de multe, intr-atat de putine cuvinte! Prima ars poetica e si haiku, daca nu ma insel. :)Crenguhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044090826590155145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-67234847829248580492009-05-13T21:04:00.000+03:002009-05-13T21:04:00.000+03:00Însă e o zi cu poezie, si asta e important.Călinhttp://www.calinhera.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-79870782464478345282009-05-12T12:49:00.000+03:002009-05-12T12:49:00.000+03:00„...nările cerbilor adorm răstignite<br />la chemarea mirosului tău”<br /><br />ce imagine puternică!Călinhttp://www.calinhera.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-19657486542245394532009-05-12T00:04:00.000+03:002009-05-12T00:04:00.000+03:00multumesc!Ioan Ivaşcuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945982007427687211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-19075240399683755162009-05-11T23:35:00.000+03:002009-05-11T23:35:00.000+03:00superbe versuri!oriandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09038175998343263623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655755407981831449.post-40480204334949395322009-05-10T15:30:00.000+03:002009-05-10T15:30:00.000+03:00Turnul de fildes <br />e<br />măcar<br />o constructie<br />iar o constructie in sine<br />nu-i lucru in zadarCălinhttp://www.calinhera.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com