{"id":10189,"date":"2020-08-21T22:59:09","date_gmt":"2020-08-21T19:59:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10189"},"modified":"2020-08-21T22:59:09","modified_gmt":"2020-08-21T19:59:09","slug":"de-ai-nostri-madalina-bicu-stele-sparte-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10189","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! &#8211; M\u0103d\u0103lina Bicu &#8211; Stele sparte (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/72951335_2302770403167069_5839228542532976640_o-e1597693753345.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10073 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/72951335_2302770403167069_5839228542532976640_o-250x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"300\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 250px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 250\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10073\" src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/72951335_2302770403167069_5839228542532976640_o-250x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"300\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><br \/>\n<strong>C\u0103deri paralele<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>E\u0219ti al meu. Acum, am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 e\u0219ti \u00eenc\u0103 ai meu dac\u0103 nu le-ai oprit din fuga asta de nune. Dac\u0103 visurile cu mine \u00eenc\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi tulbur\u0103 somnul \u0219i te treze\u0219ti \u00een spasme, cu g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 n-ai vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 mai vezi vreodat\u0103. nici m\u0103car \u00een visuri. \u00cenc\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi e team\u0103 de mine, iar asta te face \u00eenc\u0103 al meu, at\u00e2t de al meu! Clocotesc \u00een tine sentimente furioase. gata s\u0103 explodeze, iar tu le-nghesui sub un z\u00e2mbet str\u00e2mb, sub nop\u021bi pierdute \u00een cluburi \u0219i bra\u021be str\u0103ine. \u0218tii \u0219i tu c\u0103 niciuna nu-\u021bi va mai s\u0103ruta gura cum \u021bi-am s\u0103rutat-o eu. \u0218tii \u0219i tu c\u0103 ochii \u021bi ro\u0219ii nu-\u021bi sunt a\u0219a de la fumul de \u021bigar\u0103.<br \/>\nCau\u021bi peste tot s\u0103 umpli golul din tine, locul \u00een care am tr\u0103it eu at\u00e2ta timp. \u00cenghesui \u00een tine oameni banali. Nu \u0219tii din cine s\u0103 mai rupi s\u0103-\u021bi astupi g\u0103urile ad\u00e2nci. Nu \u0219tii cu cine s\u0103 mai vorbe\u0219ti \u0219i de unde s\u0103 mai tai ca s-ascunzi marginile zdren\u021buite ale fiin\u021bei tale. E\u0219ti sf\u00e2\u0219iat \u0219i a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 \u0219tiu ce-ai sim\u021bi c\u00e2nd ultimul fluture s-a izbit de stomacul t\u0103u \u0219i-a murit. Te-am v\u0103zut c\u00e2nd ai furat cosmosul \u0219i l-ai cusut la capete, apoi stelele au \u00eenceput s\u0103 se sting\u0103 una c\u00e2te una. Sau poate eu l-am furat \u0219i l-am \u00eennodat la capete \u0219i mi s-a ar\u0103tat ca o genez\u0103 a unui suflet care voia s\u0103 alerge ne\u00eentrerupt. Dar timpul nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een secunde \u0219i nici iubirea \u00een fluturi, iar zilele nu se termin\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 niciun rost, c\u0103ci au fost zile pe care le ciupeam de obraji cu dragostea noastr\u0103 \u0219i zile care c\u0103scau obosite \u0219i ploioase a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-ne s\u0103 le \u00eensenin\u0103m.<br \/>\nCerul, \u00eens\u0103, ne-a dat prea multe stele \u0219i nori \u0219i frunze, iar noi le-am amestecat \u00eentre ele. Ne-am iubit cum am \u0219tiu noi mai bine, f\u0103r\u0103 profesori \u0219i lec\u021bii pe jum\u0103tate \u0219tiute. Ne-am cules de pe buze s\u0103ruturi \u0219i-am atins cu sur\u00e2suri moi, portative. \u00ee\u021bi l\u0103sai aerul dulceag peste urechile mele reci \u0219i zburam \u00eentr-un nimic infinit. Adormeam at\u00e2rna\u021bi de corzi rupte \u0219i reci, plutind pe un c\u00e2ntec infinit.<br \/>\nApoi, te-am \u00eempins pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i-ai z\u0103cut ca un mort nop\u021bi \u0219i zile la r\u00e2nd.<br \/>\n\u0218i-acum, dup\u0103 toate astea, tu nu mai e\u0219ti al meu. Pierdut printre oameni-stafii \u0219i oase sleite de putere; cu buze amare, cr\u0103pate.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Uitat\u0103 de tine r\u0103m\u00e2n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Te strig de pe partea cealalt\u0103 a lumii \u0219i sunetul vocii \u00eemi piere. M\u00e2inile-mi sunt pline de r\u0103ni, scormonind haotic \u00een r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021bele unui trecut p\u0103tat cu s\u00e2ngele iubirii pe care am ucis-o spasmodic \u00een tine, ca o z\u0103natec\u0103. \u0218i-atunci, parc\u0103 m-a\u0219 fi \u00eentors \u00eenapoi, parc\u0103 n- a\u0219 mai fi plecat din tine. Dar am sim\u021bit cum inima nu-\u021bi mai zv\u00e2cne\u0219te, cum nimic nu mai mi\u0219un\u0103-n tine. Te-am v\u0103zut plec\u00e2nd s\u0103 te vindeci de mine, s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi cure\u021bi pielea ta alb\u0103, murdar\u0103 de buze c\u0103rnoase. \u0218i-am c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi, te-am cerut \u00eenapoi, dar n-ai vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi.<br \/>\n\u0218i-acum, cum s\u0103-\u021bi mai spun c\u0103, oarb\u0103 fiind, te v\u0103d pretutindeni? Cum s\u0103-\u021bi spun c\u0103 nu \u0219tiu s\u0103 iubesc pe alt om? Te-am pl\u00e2ns prea multe nop\u021bi \u0219i credeam c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi \u0219i tu. M-am min\u021bit tot timpul \u0103sta, c\u0103 \u0219i \u021bie \u021bi-e dor de mine, chiar dac\u0103 ai vrea s\u0103 arunci cu pietre \u00een amintirile noastre. Au fost seri \u00een care am crezut c\u0103 te-am uitat, dar diminea\u021ba m\u0103 trezeam cu v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103i pe umeri de la dorul pe care-1 port pe ei. \u0218i-mi num\u0103r v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103ile \u0219i durerile \u0219i trec zile \u00een \u0219ir \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2n uitat\u0103 de tine. Iart\u0103-m\u0103 c\u0103 te-am v\u0103zut lipsit de putere, ca pe ceva de la sine \u00een\u021beles, ca \u0219i cum tu nu ai putea s\u0103 te saturi vreodat\u0103 de mine. Iart\u0103-mi cuvintele aruncate pe jos \u0219i m\u00e2inile care- au uitat s\u0103 te aline.<br \/>\nCaut\u0103-n tine \u0219i afl\u0103-m\u0103 goal\u0103 de timp \u0219i gre\u0219eli! Ia-m\u0103 cum sunt \u0219i plin\u0103 de tine, de dor \u0219i regret \u0219i distruge-1! Mai las\u0103-m\u0103 o dat\u0103 s\u0103 te c\u00e2nt, s\u0103 te vreau, s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi sf\u00e2\u0219ii cu din\u021bii prezentul ursuz ce-1 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti! \u0218i fii iar cald \u0219i bun \u0219i s\u0103rut\u0103-mi obrazul \u0219i gura \u0219i ia-m\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i uit\u0103 o zi tot amarul! Treze\u0219te \u00een tine g\u00e2ndul nebun c-ai s\u0103 vii s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi cum veneai alt\u0103dat\u0103 \u0219i iart\u0103-mi gre\u0219eala!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lun\u0103 de august<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Am \u00eenceput s\u0103-\u021bi culeg buc\u0103\u021bi de z\u00e2mbete de pe la col\u021bul gurii \u00eentr-o var\u0103, \u00een luna august, c\u00e2nd nimeni nu \u0219tia de noi. Tu erai f\u0103cut din stele, iar eu eram o biat\u0103 pas\u0103re cu aripi fr\u00e2nte. Erai fascinat de misterul \u00een care eram \u00eenv\u0103luit\u0103 \u0219i nu \u021bi-a fost team\u0103 de mine. Dragostea \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cea loc printre demonii care se ascundeau \u00een \u00eentunericul rece din mine, iar tu aveai grij\u0103 s\u0103 p\u0103trund\u0103 \u00een fiecare milimetru al fiin\u021bei mele.<br \/>\nNe-am \u00eendr\u0103gostit \u0219i re\u00eendr\u0103gostit de sute, de mii de ori, iar \u0219i iar tot mai nebune\u0219te. Toat\u0103 agoniseala noastr\u0103 era iubirea ce ne-o purtam. \u00eemi ascultai pove\u0219tile despre cum zeii ne-au desp\u0103r\u021bit la na\u0219tere \u0219i ce bucurie c\u0103 ne-am g\u0103sit. \u0218tiam c\u0103 e\u0219ti alesul, iar eu jum\u0103tatea ta, doza ta de nebunie. Tu, partea mea de lini\u0219te. Vorbisem cu soarele s\u0103 te-nc\u0103lzeasc\u0103 doar pe tine, iar tu-mi puneai \u00een p\u0103ru-mi negru ca abanosul c\u00e2te o floare \u00een fiecare zi.<br \/>\nAveam o iubire sincer\u0103, profund\u0103, necalculat\u0103 \u0219i studiat\u0103. Niciun gest nu ar fi putut s\u0103 \u00eembl\u00e2nzeasc\u0103 valurile de emo\u021bie pe care le trezeai \u00een mine. Ne f\u0103cusem planuri \u0219i promisiuni \u0219i ne vedeam vie\u021bile \u00een vise pe care aveam s\u0103 le-mplinim. Nu existau limite sau ascunzi\u0219uri \u00eentre noi, eram o singur\u0103 fiin\u021b\u0103, trupuri desp\u0103r\u021bite de distan\u021b\u0103, dar legate de cea mai pur\u0103 iubire.<br \/>\nTot o lun\u0103 de august mi te-a \u0219i luat \u0219i a fugit pe vecie cu tine. P\u0103m\u00e2nt peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt, prin timp te v\u0103d \u0219i simt cum mor de dor.<br \/>\nDe atunci verile au gust de durere.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>C\u0103utare<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Te-am c\u0103utat lini\u0219tit\u0103 \u00een \u00eentunericul ad\u00e2nc al nop\u021bii,<br \/>\n\u00een zgomotul mut al durerii.<br \/>\nTe-am g\u0103sit printre stele &#8211; singur, pustiu<br \/>\n\u021ai-am m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat buzele cu v\u00e2rful degetelor \u0219i mi-am dorit<br \/>\ns\u0103 te s\u0103rut.<br \/>\nAm oftat..<br \/>\nErai prea departe \u0219i n-am putut!<br \/>\nTe-am l\u0103sat s\u0103 m\u0103 strigi<br \/>\n\u0218i<br \/>\nte-ai pref\u0103cut mut.<br \/>\nTe-ai uitat pierdut c\u0103tre mine f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii m\u0103car&#8230;<br \/>\nc\u0103-s \u00een dreapta ta.<br \/>\n\u021ai-a alunecat un g\u00e2nd pe frunte,<br \/>\nl-ai prins \u00eentre v\u00e2rful degetelor<br \/>\n\u0219i<br \/>\nl-ai zdrobit.<br \/>\n\u00een g\u00e2ndul t\u0103u<br \/>\neram eu, chircit\u0103 de at\u00e2ta a\u0219teptare,<br \/>\n\u00eenghesuit\u0103 \u00eentr-o molecul\u0103 minuscul\u0103 pe care tocmai<br \/>\nai distrus-o.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>C\u0103deri paralele E\u0219ti al meu. Acum, am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 e\u0219ti \u00eenc\u0103 ai meu dac\u0103 nu le-ai oprit din fuga asta<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":10074,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,320],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10189"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10189"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10189\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10191,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10189\/revisions\/10191"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10074"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}