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A cunoaşte. A iubi.
Încă-odată, iar şi iară,
a cunoaşte-nseamnă iarnă,
a iubi e primăvară.
A iubi – aceasta vine
tare de departe-n mine.
A iubi – aceasta vine
tare de departe-n tine.
A cunoaşte. A iubi.
Care-i drumul, ce te-ndeamnă?
A cunoaşte – ce-nseamnă?
A iubi – de ce ţi-e teamă
printre flori şi-n mare iarbă?
Printre flori şi-n mare iarbă,
patimă fără păcate
ne răstoarnă-n infinit
cu rumoare şi ardoare
de albine rencarnate.
Înc-odată, iar şi iară
a iubi e primăvară.
(Vol. Poezii, Bucureşti, 1962, 161-162)
Lucian Blaga
(Chiar daca a venit iarna...e tot primavara undeva...)
Cand am vazut imaginea asta undeva la un avatar...am avut o senzatie pe care nu am mai avut-o vreodata ...era un simplu mesaj...venea de la el...si ne arata pe noi...asa cum am stat intr-o zi...pierduti in lumea noastra...Era un simplu mesaj ce a devenit o promisiune...a devenit de fapt "noi".
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
